An old adage among Daygamers says that abundance is the solution to all your problems, and no doubt I agree, but only to a point. For a beginner, abundance is the solution to all the troubles of your life but I can safely say I’m beyond that stage now. This year I’ve seen how abundance … Continue reading When Abundance Becomes the Problem (and what to do about it)
What is Game? I see it as a verb (to take action which leads to better/more girls) and there is a dichotomy: tactical and strategic. Tactical Game is what you hear the most of. It’s aping the behaviours of a natural until you build reference experiences and stop faking it and actually make it. In … Continue reading What is Game? (or, Nothing Comes For Free)
I received an email recently regarding dating mindsets. Here’s the content in paraphrased form: I wanted to ask what your general date mindset/approach is. It seems like you assert your frame really well and girls fall into it eventually. How do you go about asserting this frame? I replied with: In terms of a general … Continue reading My Dating (Part One)
I get a lot of work done from the toilet seat. A quick wipe down of some drone's piss and my porcelain throne is ready to receive my warm cheeks. Two friends reunited again. I read ebooks. I close my eyes and doze. I try to remember. I think about what’s at work here and … Continue reading Suits With Strings Attached
I was going to call this post “How to Write a Memoir” and then I realised it had already been done. To be honest my plan was to talk all about my own experiences so the re-title is more faithful to the material anyway. This was the process from start to finish. If you’re uninterested … Continue reading How To Write My Memoir
Click the picture in the sidebar or follow the link in the header then click the "BUY NOW" button to redirect to Lulu. It's £12 for 105,000 words (stating the number of words is in fashion amongst Daygame writers, it seems). I hope you enjoy it.
I was sat on my bed feeling rather nervous. It was always this way when it was do-or-die: either she would be on or I’d fall flat on my face. It was going to be one of those nights. I really did hope that she was coming to meet me on my terms. Not because … Continue reading #56: Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy