Day Game
I've read about half of Day Bang in the past week and this is my 1st approach after exposure to the material.
I was with some other Marine friends, chillin @ Kona de Pele Coffee. I had just made the comment that I wasn't feelin' Kona, not really my kind of atmosphere. One of my friends insisted I go talk to this solo chick. She had walked by the coffee shop once, and was now sitting on the seawall watching the sunset. I walked by her, planning to use an iPad elderly opener, then I noticed she was in fact writing in something diary-like. I didn't like the geometry of this approach (from about her 8'o'clock) but went for it anyway. She was 18-20, face 6, body 7.5 (great legs, good ass, kinda small but nice tits).
“Excuse me, are you writing the next great American novel?”
She laughed of course. We rambled about writing, photography, sunsets, etc. At some point she extended her hand, offered her name, and invited me to sit next to her. Turns out she's a fairly-new tatoo artist, photog, and dancer. She asked what I was doing there, which lead to comments from me about the training we do up near the volcanoes. I dropped a few little negs here and there (So you pass out in the heat, get carsick easily, and don't like ???Whatever, don't remember.....Did you live in one of those bubbles as a kid?)
I started to run GALNUC on her, but couldn't remember half the acronym and things were going smoothly anyway.
Eventually it started to get dark and she said she had to be home b/c of her grandparents curfew. I went for the email-close (since I don't have a US # and she didn't have a phone anyway), and she responded with “Well, if you want you can walk me home so we can keep talking.” She just hit ME with an insta-date.
As I walked her home she opened up with all kinds of personal info about staying with her grandparents, what she'd be doing on the Big Island for the next two months, etc. I took a detour to frolick in the beach for a bit, just to be unpredictable and impulsive.
After a mile+ of walking, we approach her hotel. I'm expecting the night to be over as she had complained of being out past her curfew. Instead she says “I'm just going to check in with them real quick and grab my laptop, I'll meet you in the lounge in 3 minutes.” I told her I'd time her. She comes back with like 30 seconds to spare but I lie and say she didn't make it anyway. She says “I get much better wifi reception over by the pool though.” Obviously baiting me to suggest we move to the pool. I bite.
So now I've got her over at the pool and I'm trying to get her in. She laments forgetting to throw on a bathing suit and yet is loathe to get her clothes wet. I tell her to just take them off and skinny dip. “No! I just met you!”
We do some dancing (which she was great at, and she complemented my own moves “Most guys are terrible dancers”), and at some point I comment that dancing and fighting are similar so she should at least TRY to grapple me. I of course fake a rapid defeat, leaving her practically in my lap and setting up for the kiss, which went well. Around this time 3 old people showed up to use the barbeque. Fuck, this is messing up my chances of getting her naked in the pool.
I made the mistake of dragging her over the seawall out to the rocky area past the pool. Neither of us had shoes on and it was far too sharp and jagged for bare flesh (especially bare asses like I had intended). I think this excursion frustrated her a bit. We get back to the pool area and banter about our respective abilities to dance like strippers. I couldn't convince her to give me a lap dance, so I offer to give her one. She put on Eminem's “Shake That” at my request on her laptop. This basically led to me dry-humping her tits and kissing her. I tried to get her out of her top by kissing around her neckline area and easing off a shoulder strap, but she promptly returned it to it's proper place.
I could kinda feel things stalling. She mentioned she was hungry, and I was concerned because I had no communication with the rest of my unit, so I didn't know their exact position or how they would handle my extended absence. After all, we had a midnight curfew, it takes over an hour to drive to base, and it was already 1930-2000hrs. We agree to call it a night but try to arrange meeting within the next two days further south on the island. Then we kiss and say good night. With more time and better push/pull on my part (i.e. less pull) I'm confident I could have fucked her in or near the pool last night. I still wonder if I made any mistakes in my game, like “See, right THERE is where you should have whipped your dick out and put it in her mouth!”.
Note: I searched on Facebook for her email and sent her a message stating I'd be at two particular locations pretty much where we met, and that I brought my swim trunks. I doubt we can meet tomorrow (she leaves for a different part of the island today) and I leave for the Honolulu area Tuesday. I haven't heard from her, and expect I'll have to chalk this one up as a loss. More proof that if I don't fuck a chick the night I meet her, nothing will come of the interaction, ESPECIALLY when I'm travelling somewhere for less than 3 months. This is especially frustrating because I feel like she was giving me huge IoI's and she was exactly "My Type", i.e. 18-22yo white chick, artistically inclined, with a tight body and sharp wit. Pretty much only Russians and submissive Japanese chicks are higher on my food chain right now.
Night Game
I walked back to the main strip and met back up with my friends and transitioned into a night-game approach on two cute blondes 6.5 and 6, about late 20's-early 30's. I would probably rate them higher if they didn't have that “white chick who tans too much” leathery skin. They were clearly eyeing us from across the small bar and my friends were egging me on to go talk to them. This is an outside oceanside bar with a live rock band. “You're riding high, your testosterone is through the roof right now, GO!!!” I pop over with some BS about them clearly being too shy to just get up and talk to me, so I helped them out by coming to say “Hi.” They turn out to be travelling ER nurses who work in Hilo (on the other side of the island). The 6 used to live in San Diego and had a Marine boyfriend. The 6.5 seemed a bit goofy, mentioned being a huge wine-o, but was otherwise less interesting to talk to. My wing, a short divorced Mexican Staff Sergeant with decent game, comes over and hits the 6 with a good line about how if he had been the gate guard when she came to see her Marine BF, he would have ordered her strip searched. She seemed to eat this up. At some point I made a crack about her being a blonde, which she didn't respond too well to. I took a step away and turned my back to her, which worked beautifully. Eventually I number closed her as a setup for today, but my wing and I were both pissed b/c we were certain that if we didn't have our stupid midnight curfew we would have fucked them. It was gonna take a while for them to get drunk off light beers, but time + fuckup avoidance game was all we needed. Instead we probably just elevated their buying temperature so some other guys could swoop them after they drank more, in which case they won't even be in the mood to meet & fuck today.
Conclusions:
-Note: I've only blown 4 loads the entire month of January. The night of the 2nd, on a Japanese girl's face, the morning of the 3rd, in the shower with the same girl, the night of the 5th (P2P action in Guam), and a wet dream while sleeping in my tent on top of a volcanic hill sometime around the 14th. I'm pretty sure not jerking off at all this month has had a positive impact on my game. I think girls are more receptive and open and my traces of approach anxiety have noticeably decreased.
-When you struggle to game in a foreign language (in my case, Japanese), it can be a useful confidence boost to take a break and game some native English speakers. If your Inner Game still needs some tweaking (like mine) it reminds you that you aren't completely retarded.
- I need to work on my calibration and push/pull. I still struggle to read and classify the different personalities of women and what game works best on them.
- Stick with a clothing style that makes you feel comfortable, sexy, and confident. My friends were ragging on me for “sticking out, and not it a good way”. I was wearing a tight black cycling/athletic shirt, black wife beater, black slacks, and my Harley Davidson boots. Definitely not Hawaiian style. The 1st chick commented on my footwear when we hit the beach and pool, but it didn't dissuade her from sticking her tongue down my throat. I like suits but given my lifestyle/travel limitations they are often impractical. I'm starting to like performance sports wear mixed with business casual, as a subtle form of cybergoth/ Bond villain styling. It's unique yet minimalist, comfortable and durable.
- Chicks are much more tolerant of mediocre game/game fuckups if you are good-looking and interesting. I'm still probably over-gaming though.
- Poor logistics is far more frustrating than poor game. I just turned 29 and I have a curfew (just for this training exercise) like I'm in junior high. I don't have my own transportation here, my schedule is tight (due to work constraints), and I stupidly didn't reactivate my US phone because I had heard my phone company didn't get service up in the mountains where I was working (didn't even consider reception in the areas where I'd be likely to meet girls). I have less than 600 days until I leave the Marine Corps. I try to spend every one of them setting myself up to make at least what I make now ($70k, $45k taxable, with free housing and health care) while being my own boss with a location indepdent and largely schedule-independent lifestyle. Not an easy task but it's one I'm committed to.
I've read about half of Day Bang in the past week and this is my 1st approach after exposure to the material.
I was with some other Marine friends, chillin @ Kona de Pele Coffee. I had just made the comment that I wasn't feelin' Kona, not really my kind of atmosphere. One of my friends insisted I go talk to this solo chick. She had walked by the coffee shop once, and was now sitting on the seawall watching the sunset. I walked by her, planning to use an iPad elderly opener, then I noticed she was in fact writing in something diary-like. I didn't like the geometry of this approach (from about her 8'o'clock) but went for it anyway. She was 18-20, face 6, body 7.5 (great legs, good ass, kinda small but nice tits).
“Excuse me, are you writing the next great American novel?”
She laughed of course. We rambled about writing, photography, sunsets, etc. At some point she extended her hand, offered her name, and invited me to sit next to her. Turns out she's a fairly-new tatoo artist, photog, and dancer. She asked what I was doing there, which lead to comments from me about the training we do up near the volcanoes. I dropped a few little negs here and there (So you pass out in the heat, get carsick easily, and don't like ???Whatever, don't remember.....Did you live in one of those bubbles as a kid?)
I started to run GALNUC on her, but couldn't remember half the acronym and things were going smoothly anyway.
Eventually it started to get dark and she said she had to be home b/c of her grandparents curfew. I went for the email-close (since I don't have a US # and she didn't have a phone anyway), and she responded with “Well, if you want you can walk me home so we can keep talking.” She just hit ME with an insta-date.
As I walked her home she opened up with all kinds of personal info about staying with her grandparents, what she'd be doing on the Big Island for the next two months, etc. I took a detour to frolick in the beach for a bit, just to be unpredictable and impulsive.
After a mile+ of walking, we approach her hotel. I'm expecting the night to be over as she had complained of being out past her curfew. Instead she says “I'm just going to check in with them real quick and grab my laptop, I'll meet you in the lounge in 3 minutes.” I told her I'd time her. She comes back with like 30 seconds to spare but I lie and say she didn't make it anyway. She says “I get much better wifi reception over by the pool though.” Obviously baiting me to suggest we move to the pool. I bite.
So now I've got her over at the pool and I'm trying to get her in. She laments forgetting to throw on a bathing suit and yet is loathe to get her clothes wet. I tell her to just take them off and skinny dip. “No! I just met you!”
We do some dancing (which she was great at, and she complemented my own moves “Most guys are terrible dancers”), and at some point I comment that dancing and fighting are similar so she should at least TRY to grapple me. I of course fake a rapid defeat, leaving her practically in my lap and setting up for the kiss, which went well. Around this time 3 old people showed up to use the barbeque. Fuck, this is messing up my chances of getting her naked in the pool.
I made the mistake of dragging her over the seawall out to the rocky area past the pool. Neither of us had shoes on and it was far too sharp and jagged for bare flesh (especially bare asses like I had intended). I think this excursion frustrated her a bit. We get back to the pool area and banter about our respective abilities to dance like strippers. I couldn't convince her to give me a lap dance, so I offer to give her one. She put on Eminem's “Shake That” at my request on her laptop. This basically led to me dry-humping her tits and kissing her. I tried to get her out of her top by kissing around her neckline area and easing off a shoulder strap, but she promptly returned it to it's proper place.
I could kinda feel things stalling. She mentioned she was hungry, and I was concerned because I had no communication with the rest of my unit, so I didn't know their exact position or how they would handle my extended absence. After all, we had a midnight curfew, it takes over an hour to drive to base, and it was already 1930-2000hrs. We agree to call it a night but try to arrange meeting within the next two days further south on the island. Then we kiss and say good night. With more time and better push/pull on my part (i.e. less pull) I'm confident I could have fucked her in or near the pool last night. I still wonder if I made any mistakes in my game, like “See, right THERE is where you should have whipped your dick out and put it in her mouth!”.
Note: I searched on Facebook for her email and sent her a message stating I'd be at two particular locations pretty much where we met, and that I brought my swim trunks. I doubt we can meet tomorrow (she leaves for a different part of the island today) and I leave for the Honolulu area Tuesday. I haven't heard from her, and expect I'll have to chalk this one up as a loss. More proof that if I don't fuck a chick the night I meet her, nothing will come of the interaction, ESPECIALLY when I'm travelling somewhere for less than 3 months. This is especially frustrating because I feel like she was giving me huge IoI's and she was exactly "My Type", i.e. 18-22yo white chick, artistically inclined, with a tight body and sharp wit. Pretty much only Russians and submissive Japanese chicks are higher on my food chain right now.
Night Game
I walked back to the main strip and met back up with my friends and transitioned into a night-game approach on two cute blondes 6.5 and 6, about late 20's-early 30's. I would probably rate them higher if they didn't have that “white chick who tans too much” leathery skin. They were clearly eyeing us from across the small bar and my friends were egging me on to go talk to them. This is an outside oceanside bar with a live rock band. “You're riding high, your testosterone is through the roof right now, GO!!!” I pop over with some BS about them clearly being too shy to just get up and talk to me, so I helped them out by coming to say “Hi.” They turn out to be travelling ER nurses who work in Hilo (on the other side of the island). The 6 used to live in San Diego and had a Marine boyfriend. The 6.5 seemed a bit goofy, mentioned being a huge wine-o, but was otherwise less interesting to talk to. My wing, a short divorced Mexican Staff Sergeant with decent game, comes over and hits the 6 with a good line about how if he had been the gate guard when she came to see her Marine BF, he would have ordered her strip searched. She seemed to eat this up. At some point I made a crack about her being a blonde, which she didn't respond too well to. I took a step away and turned my back to her, which worked beautifully. Eventually I number closed her as a setup for today, but my wing and I were both pissed b/c we were certain that if we didn't have our stupid midnight curfew we would have fucked them. It was gonna take a while for them to get drunk off light beers, but time + fuckup avoidance game was all we needed. Instead we probably just elevated their buying temperature so some other guys could swoop them after they drank more, in which case they won't even be in the mood to meet & fuck today.
Conclusions:
-Note: I've only blown 4 loads the entire month of January. The night of the 2nd, on a Japanese girl's face, the morning of the 3rd, in the shower with the same girl, the night of the 5th (P2P action in Guam), and a wet dream while sleeping in my tent on top of a volcanic hill sometime around the 14th. I'm pretty sure not jerking off at all this month has had a positive impact on my game. I think girls are more receptive and open and my traces of approach anxiety have noticeably decreased.
-When you struggle to game in a foreign language (in my case, Japanese), it can be a useful confidence boost to take a break and game some native English speakers. If your Inner Game still needs some tweaking (like mine) it reminds you that you aren't completely retarded.
- I need to work on my calibration and push/pull. I still struggle to read and classify the different personalities of women and what game works best on them.
- Stick with a clothing style that makes you feel comfortable, sexy, and confident. My friends were ragging on me for “sticking out, and not it a good way”. I was wearing a tight black cycling/athletic shirt, black wife beater, black slacks, and my Harley Davidson boots. Definitely not Hawaiian style. The 1st chick commented on my footwear when we hit the beach and pool, but it didn't dissuade her from sticking her tongue down my throat. I like suits but given my lifestyle/travel limitations they are often impractical. I'm starting to like performance sports wear mixed with business casual, as a subtle form of cybergoth/ Bond villain styling. It's unique yet minimalist, comfortable and durable.
- Chicks are much more tolerant of mediocre game/game fuckups if you are good-looking and interesting. I'm still probably over-gaming though.
- Poor logistics is far more frustrating than poor game. I just turned 29 and I have a curfew (just for this training exercise) like I'm in junior high. I don't have my own transportation here, my schedule is tight (due to work constraints), and I stupidly didn't reactivate my US phone because I had heard my phone company didn't get service up in the mountains where I was working (didn't even consider reception in the areas where I'd be likely to meet girls). I have less than 600 days until I leave the Marine Corps. I try to spend every one of them setting myself up to make at least what I make now ($70k, $45k taxable, with free housing and health care) while being my own boss with a location indepdent and largely schedule-independent lifestyle. Not an easy task but it's one I'm committed to.
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