A recent lay report to illustrate a Long Game example of closing the loop with a girl half a year after getting her digits:
Back in March of this year I’d arrived in sub zero Vilnius, Lithuania; my first daygame stop on the Black Sheep Bandit van tour. It was down to minus ten degrees centigrade with snow on the ground as I hustled the streets wearing thermals, gloves and a woolly hat. Cold calling indeed.
After the first day’s dutiful ten approaches I headed back to the van to light a fire and defrost my limbs. I was too lazy to cook something from scratch so I dashed out across the street in my ski gear to a pizza restaurant a hundred yards away.
I put in my order with the male waiter and then sat at the bar to order a dark beer while I waited for the pizza to cook. A pretty blonde waitress appeared and fumbled with the beer taps, explaining in bad English that it was her first day on the job. She was Russian, from St Petersburg, recently arrived in Vilnius to move in with her boyfriend.
A day’s daygame puts you in auto-pilot flirting mode. I teased her about the dodgy beer that she’d poured, the fact that she was too small to see properly over the bar and that her only knowledge of English culture was Alice In Wonderland (she hadn’t even read the book, just mentioned seeing the Johnny Depp film).
I could feel a sexual spark between us because of her wide eyes and flushed cheeks, even though her male colleague kept appearing to instruct her with some bar procedure. I knew I had to close her, but the difficult bit with such situational daygame is getting contact details without others seeing.
When I paid for my beer I asked for a pen and scribbled my Facebook details on the receipt, handing it back to her as I picked up my pizza and headed for the door. Not ideal (I should have got her contact information) but the best of a tricky situation. Her male colleague was none the wiser.
Later that evening Alice In Wonderland sent me a friend request on Facebook. I added her and checked out her profile – sure enough her whole stream was full of photos of her and her boyfriend snuggled up in locations all over the city and their new apartment.
Texting with Russian girls is always short and sharp. They respond better to pragmatic not poetic. I bit the bullet and invited her out on the weekend. Her terse reply without investment or an alternative was the end of the road. I followed up other active leads and a few days later left the city to drive north. That was it – I’d forgotten about her as quickly as meeting her.
You can see that five months later she pinged me out of the blue, quite late at night (23:25). A player knows what this means. She’s horny and most likely newly single, messaging the guys in her phone that’s she kept on her radar.
I replied the following afternoon then bit the bullet once more, suggesting a date the following week. I was already heading to the Baltics to resume my daygame and follow up four other leads from the van tour so it was worth trying something with Alice In Wonderland.
I seeded things early on with “wine” and she responded positively, only to hint at cold feet on the evening itself when she messaged to say she was “cleaning at home” and didn’t know when she’d be free. Classic Russian abruptness.
In true Russian style she was late. Almost three hours late. However I took this as a good signal – if a girl pushes a date back to after 10pm then sex is on her mind for sure. She’d have known that bars closed around 11pm and so I felt confident the lay was on. I didn’t leave my apartment but chilled with my wing until 10.30pm when she said she was catching the bus. I headed down to the meeting point and pinged her a photo.
She eventually arrived just after 11pm wearing a skirt, heels and a low cut top. Fresh make up and smelling fantastic. The date was mine to fuck or fuck up.
I walked her to a wine bar across the street from my apartment and we sat in a dark alcove at the back, the grumpy waiter telling us he was closing in half an hour and that it was too late for us to buy a bottle to take out. This actually worked in my favour as we had to drink two consecutive glasses each quickly and it was straightforward to invite her home for drinks at mine.
I could write that the date involved some complex Game manoeuvres and convoluted escalation tactics but in reality she’d come to fuck. Sure enough she’d been single for only three weeks and all signals on the date pointed to the fact that she was horny (and ovulating). She was touching my tattoos, telling me about her former flings with bad boys and giving me anime eyes as the wine flowed.
At midnight we headed back to mine to smoke out of the window, drink the remainder of an open bottle of wine my wing had used the previous night and listen to music on the laptop. She put on Phantom Of The Opera, telling me she used to be a teenage goth and that it was her favourite storyline (much like Beauty And The Beast – the archetypal story explaining why women love bad boys).
Kissing by the window. Make out on the bed. Wandering hands. New notch.
Moral of the story: realise that loops can be closed months (even years) after they’re opened without you doing much. Remember that girls move in and out of committed relationships and that they don’t forget the player opportunities they encounter and store for later. Welcome dates that are late in the evening and don’t over Game if the window of opportunity presents itself. Your job is to pull the trigger, not unnecessarily delay things because a model says so.