So after experimenting with day game this year in Latin America, I have finally and recently achieved a result that I previously considered to be the holy grail of day game: the SAME DAY LAY (SDL). That is, meeting a girl for the first time during the daytime and at some point that same day, getting the notch with said girl. It was a very exhilarating experience, and I would like to start this thread to 1) share my experience; 2) to also hear from others here who have had similar successes so that 3) we can all learn from such experiences and give us something to work towards, for those of us who are interested in achieving such an objective.
MY STORY
This happened a few days ago so it is still fresh on my mind. Anyway, I was hanging out in a café in Arequipa, Peru one morning last week enjoying a light breakfast, not really doing anything particularly useful. When in walks this chick, wearing overalls (WTF), beat up Chuck Taylor's, a tight-fitting gray t-shirt, and holding a Peru travel guide written in English in her hand. She had wavy blond hair with highlights down to just below her shoulder blades, but her dark roots were visibly showing through. While she was definitely cute, 6.75, and petite at around 5'2", I wasn't super impressed by her choice of clothing. And at that point, wasn't sure what to think of her.
She seemed to be deliberating on what to order, and as she kept checking out a piece of chocolate fondant cake in the display case, the same cake that I happened to be eating at that very moment, I interjected with, "This is what the inside of that cake looks like in case you were wondering." Then I held up my half-eaten cake for her on the plate to check out. I added, "It's pretty delicious actually."
"Oh thanks, mmm yeah that does look pretty good," she responds. She proceeds to order the cake and asks me, "Hey are you from [American City]?" She noticed the baseball cap I was wearing which is that of my favorite baseball team. "Yep," I replied. "Oh cool, me too," she responds. Then she bends over and starts digging through her purse, presumably looking for her wallet. It was then that she exposed her phenomenal peach-shaped ass to me in all its glory. Her baggy overalls had previously been obscuring the glorious gluteal curves until that moment. Just then, my animal instincts kicked in.
So she orders her cake and a coffee, pays for it, and starts walking to a table behind me. Just as she approached my table, I pat the seat diagonally across from me at my table and motion to her to take it. She stops for a second, looks at me, and takes it.
So we get to chatting for a while about our travels, our city, and keeping things pretty light. Which part of the city are you from, what foods do you miss from there, how long have you been traveling, etc. It turns out she just finished a one month yoga retreat (I love yoga girls) and just got into town to eventually do a trek to the nearby Colca Canyon. So we chat some more for probably another 20 minutes when the topic of lunch comes up. I suggest that it was cool talking to her and that we should continue this chat and meet for lunch later (it was probably 9:30 AM at this point and I had to buy a few things like new sunglasses). So I take her guide book and search through the restaurants section and we both agree to a picantería (local eatery) located in the northern part of town. As the location of the eatery was a bit obscure, I suggest we meet at a landmark nearby and then walk there together around mid-day. She agrees and then I make my casual exit to do some errands. No kiss or hug goodbye. I simply part with, "See you at 12."
Note - at this point, I have been operating without a cell phone as it was robbed a couple months ago. That being said, I have been trying to do as much instant-dating and just setting up dates with girls on the spot, telling them to meet me at X place at X time, which has actually been quite fun in a very classic, old-school way. It reminds me how things were done back in pre-mobile phone era.
Mid-day comes and she arrives at our meeting spot first. That's a good sign to me as she was at least 5 minutes early. Anyway, so we start walking and chatting, it's a beautiful sunny day with blue skies and we can see some awesome snow-capped mountains on the horizon en route to our destination. We talk about that. She is on the traffic-side of the curb and I gently move her to the inside of the curb nonchalantly as we continue to chat. I always do this now, it's basically instinct.
We get to the restaurant, everything proceeds pretty casually, continue with some light chit chat, light touching, and talking about food for a while (she can cook!), which is something we are both very much into even though she is a vegetarian. She then volunteers some interesting information, where she is staying. She tells me that when she arrived yesterday morning, she hopped in a taxi and told the taxi driver to take her to X hostel (she didn't have a reservation yet). The taxista quickly informed her that this hostel was "fully booked" already, but that he knew of another better place that had availability. Upon hearing that part, I just kinda laughed boisterously and pointed out to her, "You do know that's one of the oldest taxi scams, right?" She kinda blushed and didn't know what to say. I then explained to her how this is a common scam where the taxi driver will try to insist on taking you to one of their buddy's hostels in order to collect a commission by taking a foreigner there, which is exactly what happened in her case. Needless to say, she complained to me how crappy her hostel was and how she had to wear flip flops just to take a shower, which is pretty terrible. And how hot and uncomfortable her room was...I liked what I was hearing.
After lunch, I took her to my favorite coffee shop in Arequipa. Here, I run my standard hand massage game, chatted more about random travel stories, then suggested that we meet up later again as there was an event to take place around 9 in the Plaza de Armas with live music. I was feeling pretty tired after a long day the previous day and needed a nap. I walk her back to her place, give her a nice kiss, then say, "see you at 8."
8 PM comes, we meet up once again, this time in the central plaza. She is about 5 minutes late, not bad for a woman. She shows up looking much nicer this time. She is actually wearing makeup now, and a very sexy and fuzzy but loose fitting black and white sweater. Her hair is nicely braided now, but she is still wearing the overalls. Her appearance got upgraded to a 7 - 7.25 now that she is a bit more cleaned up and presentable, aside from the fucking overalls. We proceed to get beers from the supermarket together and just kind of hang out in the plaza waiting for the music to start. Out of nowhere, spectacular fireworks start showering over the plaza. It is an incredible and unexpected performance. Towards the end, some of the fireworks actually start raining down onto the crowd and there was a brief moment of panic. I thought it was hilarious. We kiss some more, thinking that was a good time to make the most of the pretty romantic moment.
The fireworks finish up and the music starts, which I was hoping to be something we can dance to. It turns out to be more of a cultural theatrical performance with traditional dancers in costumes and traditional flute music, interesting but not what I was hoping for. All the songs sound basically the same and they all appear to revolve around planting and harvesting crops from what I can gather from their movements and the lyrics. The weather turns chilly, and a breeze picks up. I put my arm around her and pull her close. I can almost feel her purring.
The music finishes now and just as the crowd starts clearing out, I feel a really sharp pain in the middle of my gut, which is accompanied by some serious gurgling sounds. The pain was so sharp it actually cause me to bend forward for a second. "Fuck," I'm thinking to myself. What terrible timing to have to take a shit - which, from the feeling of it, will probably be pretty messy.
Note - Up until now, Peru has easily been the worst country for me in terms of being stricken with random stomach problems. I can't figure out what it is, but it must be something in the water. I've actually personally met a few people here already who have contracted giardia. For all I know, I could have had it that night or still have it as I type...definitely gonna need to do a proper parasite cleanse when I get home.
Anyway, I suggest that I need to use the bathroom (classic Roosh line) and that my hostel is located just a half block off the plaza. I told her, "Let's go." She's game. We get to my hostel and I suggest that she uses it first. While she's in the toilet, I grab the wifi password (for her smart phone), thinking that she might need a distraction for when it's my turn in there. The grumbling and pain was getting worse to the point of being unbearable. She comes out of the bathroom, and I hand her a slip of paper with the wifi details (she had no wifi at her hostel), telling her, "This may take a while, and tell her to take a seat on my bed."
I do my thing, and it was very much like the scene from Dumb and Dumber when Harry is in the bathroom after getting turbo-laxed from Lloyd. I thought it would never end...WTF. Anyway, I finally clean up, flush like 3 times, then suggest we get a hot tea (needed something for my stomach). She is surprisingly not grossed out by the fact that I just spent 15 minutes in the toilet and she probably could hear a large part of what was transpiring...
We get some herbal teas (I think anise is good for the intestines?) from the kitchen then it's back to my room for travel photo time, which she readily agrees to. We climb into bed, she rests her head on my chest, and boom, it's on. The rest is history. Zero LMR, she is very freaky and active in bed. Goddamn I love yoga chicks. Slamming body.
We finish up and then pass out, but I would have no peace that night. I woke up literally every 45 minutes to get up to use the bathroom until 7 am came when I think I finally got everything out of my system. We bang again that morning shortly afterwards, shower up, have breakfast in bed, then she finally leaves. And I proceed to struggle the rest of the day with my belly situation. Not daring to really eat anything else for fear that it will make things worse.
In all, for me, it was a slightly bittersweet victory. For one, I got a very satisfying bang, but at the same time, I couldn't fully enjoy it because a large part of me was worried about shitting myself the whole time. A few days have passed since then and we still keep in touch, but I'm thinking it was a one-time thing, which I'm completely happy about. Thankfully, the butt mud has ceased for now; but god oh god I hope to never have to experience something like that again with a new bang.
MY STORY
This happened a few days ago so it is still fresh on my mind. Anyway, I was hanging out in a café in Arequipa, Peru one morning last week enjoying a light breakfast, not really doing anything particularly useful. When in walks this chick, wearing overalls (WTF), beat up Chuck Taylor's, a tight-fitting gray t-shirt, and holding a Peru travel guide written in English in her hand. She had wavy blond hair with highlights down to just below her shoulder blades, but her dark roots were visibly showing through. While she was definitely cute, 6.75, and petite at around 5'2", I wasn't super impressed by her choice of clothing. And at that point, wasn't sure what to think of her.
She seemed to be deliberating on what to order, and as she kept checking out a piece of chocolate fondant cake in the display case, the same cake that I happened to be eating at that very moment, I interjected with, "This is what the inside of that cake looks like in case you were wondering." Then I held up my half-eaten cake for her on the plate to check out. I added, "It's pretty delicious actually."
"Oh thanks, mmm yeah that does look pretty good," she responds. She proceeds to order the cake and asks me, "Hey are you from [American City]?" She noticed the baseball cap I was wearing which is that of my favorite baseball team. "Yep," I replied. "Oh cool, me too," she responds. Then she bends over and starts digging through her purse, presumably looking for her wallet. It was then that she exposed her phenomenal peach-shaped ass to me in all its glory. Her baggy overalls had previously been obscuring the glorious gluteal curves until that moment. Just then, my animal instincts kicked in.
So she orders her cake and a coffee, pays for it, and starts walking to a table behind me. Just as she approached my table, I pat the seat diagonally across from me at my table and motion to her to take it. She stops for a second, looks at me, and takes it.
So we get to chatting for a while about our travels, our city, and keeping things pretty light. Which part of the city are you from, what foods do you miss from there, how long have you been traveling, etc. It turns out she just finished a one month yoga retreat (I love yoga girls) and just got into town to eventually do a trek to the nearby Colca Canyon. So we chat some more for probably another 20 minutes when the topic of lunch comes up. I suggest that it was cool talking to her and that we should continue this chat and meet for lunch later (it was probably 9:30 AM at this point and I had to buy a few things like new sunglasses). So I take her guide book and search through the restaurants section and we both agree to a picantería (local eatery) located in the northern part of town. As the location of the eatery was a bit obscure, I suggest we meet at a landmark nearby and then walk there together around mid-day. She agrees and then I make my casual exit to do some errands. No kiss or hug goodbye. I simply part with, "See you at 12."
Note - at this point, I have been operating without a cell phone as it was robbed a couple months ago. That being said, I have been trying to do as much instant-dating and just setting up dates with girls on the spot, telling them to meet me at X place at X time, which has actually been quite fun in a very classic, old-school way. It reminds me how things were done back in pre-mobile phone era.
Mid-day comes and she arrives at our meeting spot first. That's a good sign to me as she was at least 5 minutes early. Anyway, so we start walking and chatting, it's a beautiful sunny day with blue skies and we can see some awesome snow-capped mountains on the horizon en route to our destination. We talk about that. She is on the traffic-side of the curb and I gently move her to the inside of the curb nonchalantly as we continue to chat. I always do this now, it's basically instinct.
We get to the restaurant, everything proceeds pretty casually, continue with some light chit chat, light touching, and talking about food for a while (she can cook!), which is something we are both very much into even though she is a vegetarian. She then volunteers some interesting information, where she is staying. She tells me that when she arrived yesterday morning, she hopped in a taxi and told the taxi driver to take her to X hostel (she didn't have a reservation yet). The taxista quickly informed her that this hostel was "fully booked" already, but that he knew of another better place that had availability. Upon hearing that part, I just kinda laughed boisterously and pointed out to her, "You do know that's one of the oldest taxi scams, right?" She kinda blushed and didn't know what to say. I then explained to her how this is a common scam where the taxi driver will try to insist on taking you to one of their buddy's hostels in order to collect a commission by taking a foreigner there, which is exactly what happened in her case. Needless to say, she complained to me how crappy her hostel was and how she had to wear flip flops just to take a shower, which is pretty terrible. And how hot and uncomfortable her room was...I liked what I was hearing.
After lunch, I took her to my favorite coffee shop in Arequipa. Here, I run my standard hand massage game, chatted more about random travel stories, then suggested that we meet up later again as there was an event to take place around 9 in the Plaza de Armas with live music. I was feeling pretty tired after a long day the previous day and needed a nap. I walk her back to her place, give her a nice kiss, then say, "see you at 8."
8 PM comes, we meet up once again, this time in the central plaza. She is about 5 minutes late, not bad for a woman. She shows up looking much nicer this time. She is actually wearing makeup now, and a very sexy and fuzzy but loose fitting black and white sweater. Her hair is nicely braided now, but she is still wearing the overalls. Her appearance got upgraded to a 7 - 7.25 now that she is a bit more cleaned up and presentable, aside from the fucking overalls. We proceed to get beers from the supermarket together and just kind of hang out in the plaza waiting for the music to start. Out of nowhere, spectacular fireworks start showering over the plaza. It is an incredible and unexpected performance. Towards the end, some of the fireworks actually start raining down onto the crowd and there was a brief moment of panic. I thought it was hilarious. We kiss some more, thinking that was a good time to make the most of the pretty romantic moment.
The fireworks finish up and the music starts, which I was hoping to be something we can dance to. It turns out to be more of a cultural theatrical performance with traditional dancers in costumes and traditional flute music, interesting but not what I was hoping for. All the songs sound basically the same and they all appear to revolve around planting and harvesting crops from what I can gather from their movements and the lyrics. The weather turns chilly, and a breeze picks up. I put my arm around her and pull her close. I can almost feel her purring.
The music finishes now and just as the crowd starts clearing out, I feel a really sharp pain in the middle of my gut, which is accompanied by some serious gurgling sounds. The pain was so sharp it actually cause me to bend forward for a second. "Fuck," I'm thinking to myself. What terrible timing to have to take a shit - which, from the feeling of it, will probably be pretty messy.
Note - Up until now, Peru has easily been the worst country for me in terms of being stricken with random stomach problems. I can't figure out what it is, but it must be something in the water. I've actually personally met a few people here already who have contracted giardia. For all I know, I could have had it that night or still have it as I type...definitely gonna need to do a proper parasite cleanse when I get home.
Anyway, I suggest that I need to use the bathroom (classic Roosh line) and that my hostel is located just a half block off the plaza. I told her, "Let's go." She's game. We get to my hostel and I suggest that she uses it first. While she's in the toilet, I grab the wifi password (for her smart phone), thinking that she might need a distraction for when it's my turn in there. The grumbling and pain was getting worse to the point of being unbearable. She comes out of the bathroom, and I hand her a slip of paper with the wifi details (she had no wifi at her hostel), telling her, "This may take a while, and tell her to take a seat on my bed."
I do my thing, and it was very much like the scene from Dumb and Dumber when Harry is in the bathroom after getting turbo-laxed from Lloyd. I thought it would never end...WTF. Anyway, I finally clean up, flush like 3 times, then suggest we get a hot tea (needed something for my stomach). She is surprisingly not grossed out by the fact that I just spent 15 minutes in the toilet and she probably could hear a large part of what was transpiring...
We get some herbal teas (I think anise is good for the intestines?) from the kitchen then it's back to my room for travel photo time, which she readily agrees to. We climb into bed, she rests her head on my chest, and boom, it's on. The rest is history. Zero LMR, she is very freaky and active in bed. Goddamn I love yoga chicks. Slamming body.
We finish up and then pass out, but I would have no peace that night. I woke up literally every 45 minutes to get up to use the bathroom until 7 am came when I think I finally got everything out of my system. We bang again that morning shortly afterwards, shower up, have breakfast in bed, then she finally leaves. And I proceed to struggle the rest of the day with my belly situation. Not daring to really eat anything else for fear that it will make things worse.
In all, for me, it was a slightly bittersweet victory. For one, I got a very satisfying bang, but at the same time, I couldn't fully enjoy it because a large part of me was worried about shitting myself the whole time. A few days have passed since then and we still keep in touch, but I'm thinking it was a one-time thing, which I'm completely happy about. Thankfully, the butt mud has ceased for now; but god oh god I hope to never have to experience something like that again with a new bang.
