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DG = Day Game
What’s been up – from my journal:
Since I got back into the day game cold approach game in early May, I could already have smashed three broads – the blonde bespectacled Austrian lawyer intern babe who was sticky in that she responded positively to my drive-by opener and came on a delayed instant date with me (5 May), which shows substantial compliance, the Polish-Belgian who similarly responded positively to the same opener (5 May) and who I went on a date with on Thursday 11 May (if it had been a Friday we coulda smashed, but I didn’t know she lives quite far away from the city), and finally the sticky German arthoe architecture student from Sunday 4 June afternoon.
3 broads in 3 weeks and a bit more of game, with minimal expended effort, 2 of which are HBs of the kind I’m happy to consort with/keep around (though with them it would have been impossible as they were on their way out of the city, so ONS most likely), is pretty sweet.
The approach – from my journal:
Monday 12 June
I came back from a weekend abroad where they are also experiencing a heat wave and where girls were ambling about the streets basically naked, some of which giving me IOIs or AIs, but that I could do nothing about as I was with family.
I had a date set up for Sunday evening, but she flaked at the last minute, suggesting we go for coffee instead. I responded to her, but she’s since ghosted.
I was too tired to go do any approaching, despite the heat and pent-up desire.
Monday rolls around and I keep seeing sexy baes everywhere, in various states of undress. On one of my short walks (lunchtime) a girl in a two-set stares me down hard, unblinkingly, full-on “I wanna fuck you” style.
After work, I do some exercises, including 1x20 followed by 1x12 push-ups (32 total), and head out to the supermarket for groceries.
On the way there I see this sexy-ass girl wearing a playful skirt and heels, and a short top. I have a new rule now, which is that if she appears hot and is walking in my direction I have to approach her. Lo and behold, the girl ends up walking towards me. I stop her and go “Hey” “Has anyone ever told you, that you have a [stop as I look her up and down] very playful style?”
She giggles and says “no” and then says she thought I was looking for something on the floor and then I tell her “Nah, I’m on my way to the supermarket to buy groceries. What about you?” She says she’s working at a bar and that I can come and visit her there if I like. I notice she has a tattoo on her neck, which is a red flag for me.
I go do groceries.
On my way back home, loaded with two bags of groceries, I keep seeing more delicacies everywhere, of the lone wolf variety. None is walking in my direction though, so I’m clear.
On my street, a cute Asian girl in tasteful attire is walking in my direction.
I stop her by going “Hey” (she reels back a little, haha. Booming bass voice to the max) Then I launch into Kvothe’s patented opener, and I ask her what she’s up to, she says she just came from piano class, I ask her if she’s a musician, she says she is, then I say but you look foreign, she says she’s from Japan, I say I’d love to visit but never been because it’s too expensive and far, then she hooks, asking me where I’m from, and I tell her how long I’ve been in the city (she tells me how long she’s been and until when) and that I like it, that it has a “very welcoming vibe” she agrees. Then I say, “Look, I’m going home to cook dinner and eat, but let’s meet later and grab a coffee,” She says “ok” So I get her number and tell her I’ll text her and she can respond or not, no worries.
I text her “Hey this is Brattmark, wonderful to have met”, thinking that I may have gone for the number close too fast, but she replies, albeit with just a “Hi !” then I write that I’ve just finished dinner telling her “let’s meet at X bar at 9 o’clock,” she says “Ok” and then I go “see you later
”
We meet at the place, a rooftop bar. On my way there I espy 3 hot lone wolves but don’t approach. One, in particular, was a beauty. The path to this bar is literally a runway – gonna ply it for poon from now on.
I kiss her on both cheeks when I see her. We get an aperol spritz each. I grab us a seat secluded from everyone else. I don’t kiss her on the mouth though she looks at my lips when I talk to her in a slow, low-bass voice.
I do the golden question and talk about how free I feel in the city. But I don’t go deeper into sex frames (mistake – more on this in a bit). I keep scooting closer to her, ever so slowly, on the bench, then remove her little purse and move my arm across the flat of her back to grasp the bench behind her, so that it also mildly touches her ass. I leave it there.
I make sure to look into her eyes when I talk to her without blinking. At some point, I say “Maybe we can go there later” when referring to my balcony as a place to watch the sunset. She responds “Yes” enthusiastically. I feel like it’s a done deal at this point.
We finish our cocktails and I hold her hand as we walk back to mine.
At mine, we get comfortable, and I pour her some beer.
We sip it on the balcony, where I kiss her moist soft lips.
Then I move back inside, and a little while later I attack her again.
She then starts the resisting script, saying she had decided not to have sex today.
I said “Okay, we don’t have to do anything. We can still fool around though.”
What happens next is I continue (push-pull) escalating in bed while setting sex frames and giving off the vibe that I’m chill with no sex but all the while relentlessly turning her on. She’s getting more and more into it. And so, if at first, she wouldn’t let me get her top off, eventually, “just so I can touch ‘em” I remove her top and bra, revealing a pair of perky Asian tits with big nips that I suckle on diligently, and grope rhythmically as I kiss her neck, lick her ear and make out with her.
Pretty soon I place her hand on my dick over my pants and she says “No!” but keeps it there rubbing it, and then after a bit of this I get my pants and boxers off and she says “What are you doing?” to which I say “so you can touch it” and then she starts the hand job movements but soon I pull her in and she taps the bed so I lie down and she gives me an amazing blowjob. I cum inside her mouth and she goes to spit it out. A bit of comfort and she leaves.
First date (delayed instant date) concluding thoughts
Escalating to fellatio was important to increase her investment in things getting hotter. She had spoken about the Japanese 3-date rule. I intended to short-circuit it this way.
Over the next couple of days, she never initiates texting, and when she responds it is typically one-word answers. Still, I just kept at it and finally, we met last night.
Thursday 22 June
I took her to a café; we sat opposite each other. She looked delicious, in a mustard-colored shirt and dark grey jeans, with her shoulder-length black hair.
Not being able to touch her actually increased the tension, as I would sporadically look her straight in the eyes unblinkingly with a smirk. She would giggle and look down submissively. Over conversation I would set beneficial frames that “Asian girls seem more liberated than Western girls, without hang-ups surrounding sex due to lack of religion,” or, when describing myself, explain that I was very impulsive and didn’t think, and how I would advise my youngest sister to try things and decide for herself what she liked when it came to boys, and how my impulsivity was the reason we were in this café together. She said she was more the thinking type.
She asked me from what countries were the girls I had been with, and I said “From a few” (LOL) but I honed in on it, saying “Never Japanese, but I’ve been with Chinese and South Korean” – this was when she asked me what I thought of them compared with the Western chicks (and this was where I inserted the beneficial frames referred to above).
I spoke about a Japanese movie I loved and how kinky it was. I had asked her to record herself playing the piano so I could listen to her play, before setting a time and a place for us to meet, earlier in the day, and now I asked her if she’d recorded it, and she said she had, to which I said, “ok I’ll listen to it later” (as if to say, at mine). Later, I simply said “I have beer at mine let’s go just for a short while,” She said “I have to practice tomorrow for my exam,” I said, “Yeah, I also need to get up early for work”.
Split the bill.
Outside, I held her waist and I could feel the energy between our bodies. It was strong.
At mine, clothes came off without any resistance. Plenty of foreplay. She asked me to put on a condom. I went to fetch it, and brought it back inside its packaging, then did my patented gimmick of going in bareback, to which she reacted, shocked: “Wait, did you put it on?” and I said, “I will, just getting hard,” then proceeded inside and all of a sudden all was forgotten as I started pounding that tasty Asian pussy.
Not sure how long I lasted in there, but her deliciously feminine squeals sure as hell accelerated thangs.
She wanted more after I jizzed on her chest and rubbed it over her like it was sun lotion (another patented move). I did a lot of cuddling and caressing and verbal soothing but I knew it was getting late and I had to go to sleep. So, I arranged for us to meet to celebrate her excellent result in her exam next Thursday, going over different things we could do together like cooking, and I said “Next time we meet earlier, so we have more time,” and sent her packing. She said before she started dressing, “You want to go to sleep?” I said, “I want to be with you but I need to go to sleep.” She got her clothes back on and I saw her to the door.
Then I got missed calls from her as she’d left her umbrella on my workout bench. I told her to come back and went downstairs to give it to her. She thanked me after apologizing and left once more.
Today I texted her something callback to last night followed by “btw thanks for last night I had a great time (shy smile)”.
Conclusion
Even though I had a short “relapse” over the last three days (Tues/Wed/Thurs) I’m more aware of the psychosomatic components of the chronic back discomfort (or “pain”) I’ve felt over the last 8 years and so though it’s annoying I don’t catastrophize as much, especially since I know a big part of it is simply rerouted neural pathways of the autonomic nervous system that are over-sensitized and almost 100% likely high levels of inflammatory cytokines (systemic inflammation).
The result is that with my mind I can chill and even though yesterday I had spent the day with considerable discomfort it ended literally with a bang. And overall, the lifestyle I’m creating for myself is something I had been dreaming about for a long time, so it feels great to have finally allowed myself to go ahead and start taking action in that direction, as opposed to waiting for someone else to “heal” me.
Stay tuned for more folks!
S = Street
DG = Day Game
What’s been up – from my journal:
Since I got back into the day game cold approach game in early May, I could already have smashed three broads – the blonde bespectacled Austrian lawyer intern babe who was sticky in that she responded positively to my drive-by opener and came on a delayed instant date with me (5 May), which shows substantial compliance, the Polish-Belgian who similarly responded positively to the same opener (5 May) and who I went on a date with on Thursday 11 May (if it had been a Friday we coulda smashed, but I didn’t know she lives quite far away from the city), and finally the sticky German arthoe architecture student from Sunday 4 June afternoon.
3 broads in 3 weeks and a bit more of game, with minimal expended effort, 2 of which are HBs of the kind I’m happy to consort with/keep around (though with them it would have been impossible as they were on their way out of the city, so ONS most likely), is pretty sweet.
The approach – from my journal:
Monday 12 June
I came back from a weekend abroad where they are also experiencing a heat wave and where girls were ambling about the streets basically naked, some of which giving me IOIs or AIs, but that I could do nothing about as I was with family.
I had a date set up for Sunday evening, but she flaked at the last minute, suggesting we go for coffee instead. I responded to her, but she’s since ghosted.
I was too tired to go do any approaching, despite the heat and pent-up desire.
Monday rolls around and I keep seeing sexy baes everywhere, in various states of undress. On one of my short walks (lunchtime) a girl in a two-set stares me down hard, unblinkingly, full-on “I wanna fuck you” style.
After work, I do some exercises, including 1x20 followed by 1x12 push-ups (32 total), and head out to the supermarket for groceries.
On the way there I see this sexy-ass girl wearing a playful skirt and heels, and a short top. I have a new rule now, which is that if she appears hot and is walking in my direction I have to approach her. Lo and behold, the girl ends up walking towards me. I stop her and go “Hey” “Has anyone ever told you, that you have a [stop as I look her up and down] very playful style?”
She giggles and says “no” and then says she thought I was looking for something on the floor and then I tell her “Nah, I’m on my way to the supermarket to buy groceries. What about you?” She says she’s working at a bar and that I can come and visit her there if I like. I notice she has a tattoo on her neck, which is a red flag for me.
I go do groceries.
On my way back home, loaded with two bags of groceries, I keep seeing more delicacies everywhere, of the lone wolf variety. None is walking in my direction though, so I’m clear.
On my street, a cute Asian girl in tasteful attire is walking in my direction.
I stop her by going “Hey” (she reels back a little, haha. Booming bass voice to the max) Then I launch into Kvothe’s patented opener, and I ask her what she’s up to, she says she just came from piano class, I ask her if she’s a musician, she says she is, then I say but you look foreign, she says she’s from Japan, I say I’d love to visit but never been because it’s too expensive and far, then she hooks, asking me where I’m from, and I tell her how long I’ve been in the city (she tells me how long she’s been and until when) and that I like it, that it has a “very welcoming vibe” she agrees. Then I say, “Look, I’m going home to cook dinner and eat, but let’s meet later and grab a coffee,” She says “ok” So I get her number and tell her I’ll text her and she can respond or not, no worries.
I text her “Hey this is Brattmark, wonderful to have met”, thinking that I may have gone for the number close too fast, but she replies, albeit with just a “Hi !” then I write that I’ve just finished dinner telling her “let’s meet at X bar at 9 o’clock,” she says “Ok” and then I go “see you later
”We meet at the place, a rooftop bar. On my way there I espy 3 hot lone wolves but don’t approach. One, in particular, was a beauty. The path to this bar is literally a runway – gonna ply it for poon from now on.
I kiss her on both cheeks when I see her. We get an aperol spritz each. I grab us a seat secluded from everyone else. I don’t kiss her on the mouth though she looks at my lips when I talk to her in a slow, low-bass voice.
I do the golden question and talk about how free I feel in the city. But I don’t go deeper into sex frames (mistake – more on this in a bit). I keep scooting closer to her, ever so slowly, on the bench, then remove her little purse and move my arm across the flat of her back to grasp the bench behind her, so that it also mildly touches her ass. I leave it there.
I make sure to look into her eyes when I talk to her without blinking. At some point, I say “Maybe we can go there later” when referring to my balcony as a place to watch the sunset. She responds “Yes” enthusiastically. I feel like it’s a done deal at this point.
We finish our cocktails and I hold her hand as we walk back to mine.
At mine, we get comfortable, and I pour her some beer.
We sip it on the balcony, where I kiss her moist soft lips.
Then I move back inside, and a little while later I attack her again.
She then starts the resisting script, saying she had decided not to have sex today.
I said “Okay, we don’t have to do anything. We can still fool around though.”
What happens next is I continue (push-pull) escalating in bed while setting sex frames and giving off the vibe that I’m chill with no sex but all the while relentlessly turning her on. She’s getting more and more into it. And so, if at first, she wouldn’t let me get her top off, eventually, “just so I can touch ‘em” I remove her top and bra, revealing a pair of perky Asian tits with big nips that I suckle on diligently, and grope rhythmically as I kiss her neck, lick her ear and make out with her.
Pretty soon I place her hand on my dick over my pants and she says “No!” but keeps it there rubbing it, and then after a bit of this I get my pants and boxers off and she says “What are you doing?” to which I say “so you can touch it” and then she starts the hand job movements but soon I pull her in and she taps the bed so I lie down and she gives me an amazing blowjob. I cum inside her mouth and she goes to spit it out. A bit of comfort and she leaves.
First date (delayed instant date) concluding thoughts
Escalating to fellatio was important to increase her investment in things getting hotter. She had spoken about the Japanese 3-date rule. I intended to short-circuit it this way.
Over the next couple of days, she never initiates texting, and when she responds it is typically one-word answers. Still, I just kept at it and finally, we met last night.
Thursday 22 June
I took her to a café; we sat opposite each other. She looked delicious, in a mustard-colored shirt and dark grey jeans, with her shoulder-length black hair.
Not being able to touch her actually increased the tension, as I would sporadically look her straight in the eyes unblinkingly with a smirk. She would giggle and look down submissively. Over conversation I would set beneficial frames that “Asian girls seem more liberated than Western girls, without hang-ups surrounding sex due to lack of religion,” or, when describing myself, explain that I was very impulsive and didn’t think, and how I would advise my youngest sister to try things and decide for herself what she liked when it came to boys, and how my impulsivity was the reason we were in this café together. She said she was more the thinking type.
She asked me from what countries were the girls I had been with, and I said “From a few” (LOL) but I honed in on it, saying “Never Japanese, but I’ve been with Chinese and South Korean” – this was when she asked me what I thought of them compared with the Western chicks (and this was where I inserted the beneficial frames referred to above).
I spoke about a Japanese movie I loved and how kinky it was. I had asked her to record herself playing the piano so I could listen to her play, before setting a time and a place for us to meet, earlier in the day, and now I asked her if she’d recorded it, and she said she had, to which I said, “ok I’ll listen to it later” (as if to say, at mine). Later, I simply said “I have beer at mine let’s go just for a short while,” She said “I have to practice tomorrow for my exam,” I said, “Yeah, I also need to get up early for work”.
Split the bill.
Outside, I held her waist and I could feel the energy between our bodies. It was strong.
At mine, clothes came off without any resistance. Plenty of foreplay. She asked me to put on a condom. I went to fetch it, and brought it back inside its packaging, then did my patented gimmick of going in bareback, to which she reacted, shocked: “Wait, did you put it on?” and I said, “I will, just getting hard,” then proceeded inside and all of a sudden all was forgotten as I started pounding that tasty Asian pussy.
Not sure how long I lasted in there, but her deliciously feminine squeals sure as hell accelerated thangs.
She wanted more after I jizzed on her chest and rubbed it over her like it was sun lotion (another patented move). I did a lot of cuddling and caressing and verbal soothing but I knew it was getting late and I had to go to sleep. So, I arranged for us to meet to celebrate her excellent result in her exam next Thursday, going over different things we could do together like cooking, and I said “Next time we meet earlier, so we have more time,” and sent her packing. She said before she started dressing, “You want to go to sleep?” I said, “I want to be with you but I need to go to sleep.” She got her clothes back on and I saw her to the door.
Then I got missed calls from her as she’d left her umbrella on my workout bench. I told her to come back and went downstairs to give it to her. She thanked me after apologizing and left once more.
Today I texted her something callback to last night followed by “btw thanks for last night I had a great time (shy smile)”.
Conclusion
Even though I had a short “relapse” over the last three days (Tues/Wed/Thurs) I’m more aware of the psychosomatic components of the chronic back discomfort (or “pain”) I’ve felt over the last 8 years and so though it’s annoying I don’t catastrophize as much, especially since I know a big part of it is simply rerouted neural pathways of the autonomic nervous system that are over-sensitized and almost 100% likely high levels of inflammatory cytokines (systemic inflammation).
The result is that with my mind I can chill and even though yesterday I had spent the day with considerable discomfort it ended literally with a bang. And overall, the lifestyle I’m creating for myself is something I had been dreaming about for a long time, so it feels great to have finally allowed myself to go ahead and start taking action in that direction, as opposed to waiting for someone else to “heal” me.
Stay tuned for more folks!
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