Hey there everyone,

I started doing daygame (chasing skirts during the daytime, mostly on the streets of my city) regularly in March this year. I struggled, I got a lot of "no's", I faced emotional pain and I thought I was breaking down - I needed a break... But I never stopped. I kept going out, I tweaked my approach, and after six months I finally fixed what wasn't working in my structure, and I started seeing results.

And now, I decided to share the story of my first daygame seduction that has lead to a lay, from initial contact all the way to sex, in hopes that it will motivate some of you, who are also beginning this journey, show you that this stuff works, and maybe help you persevere the hardships and hammer it out until the bitter end.

It was Monday, the 16th of September, and I was on my way to meet my wingman-to-be for the first time. I was a bit nervous, since I haven't approached any girls during the weekend and I felt that the momentum I had previously built up was gone. I was also worried that I'd be late... I figured that, if I was going to be late, I at least want to give myself a good reason for being late. What better reason than "sorry I'm late, but I picked up some chick on the way here"? So, when I was close to the spot where we were supposed to meet, I decided to go in the opposite direction and stopped the first girl I saw who struck my fancy at least a little bit - a blue haired girl in a trench coat.

This was over two months ago now, so the details are fuzzy in my memory, but I'll try to recall as much as I can, as accurately as I can. She was coming my way. There were other people around and in front of her, so I couldn't just do the "Jedi front stop" that I sometimes do. Instead I got her attention by smiling and waving, when I was still in front of her, but a bit to the side. I did some variation of my standard opener, which is: "excuse me, I know this will be very forward, but I just saw you coming towards me and I thought you looked quite nice, so I want to meet you". I believe that just by being direct a man can demonstrate a lot of attractive qualities, such as boldness and confidence, and - thanks to that - earn a few points with a woman right on the open. We shook hands and introduced ourselves. Her name was Emilia. "The first thing I noticed was your blue hair", I continued. She was heading for her bus home, since she lives in a satellite city adjacent to the city I live in. I wanted to be sexual with her, so I told her she looks like an exhibitionist in that coat. She bit that and we got playful with each other. I was calm and made sure that I'm speaking loud enough so that she can easily hear me, even though we were near a busy street. I walked her to the other side of the street, where her bus was, and said: "I'm about to meet a friend here, and I don't want to keep him waiting, but before I go... Would you like to grab a drink with me one evening?" - she would. I took her number and said "I'll text you that I will call you in five minutes... and five minutes later... I'll call you, and we'll arrange the details".

And it turned out that I wasn't even late to meet my new wingman after all.

Two days later I did exactly what I told the girl. Texted her: "Hey Emilia, I will call you in 5 minutes, prepare yourself mentally." and then called after precisely 5 minutes. Minimal small talk, just arranging the logistics of the date and peppering in some banter while at it. All of that delivered in a "bedroom voice" - a calm, confident, smooth, even-toned, seductive voice (inspiration: "Mode One" by Alan Roger Currie). We were supposed to see each other at a playground in a park near to where we first met. It was a logistically convenient place to get by bus for the both of us, but I also wanted to play on the swings with her (it's my go-to first date idea for when it's still warm).

We met on Sunday - she dressed up like a pin-up girl, in all black, and let me tell you, she really looked pretty. The swings were taken, as it was still early and the playground was full of kids, but she enthusiastically asked: "how about we go drink wine instead?" and that sounded like a good idea to me. We bought a bottle of sacramental wine and went to drink it at the Central Cemetary (yes, we're both this kind of weird, BUT the Central Cemetary in my city is like a huge park in the centre of the city, it's very green and some people like to go for walks there, so it wasn't THAT weird). I learned a bit about her (she's 29 years old, an English tutor, came here from a different city not long ago), and made sure to touch her every now and then to break the touch barrier. At one point we found a really good spot - some graves, on the side of a road that went through the cemetary, with a bench next to them, all nice and hidden from the eyes of anyone passing by behind a hedge. We sat on that bench and finished our wine there. I made sure to sit close to her, so that our legs were touching. Micro-escalation is one of the most important parts of my game. I don't remember what we were talking about specifically, but my "technique" for verbal game is this: get rid of your filters and just say what you want to say, when you want to say it. It's very much like what Jeffy has to say about vibing in this video. When the bottle was empty we decided to go find a shop and buy a second one. "If you bring us back to the same spot, I will give you a kiss", she exclaimed. We found a shop, bought a bottle and went back. It wasn't easy to find that same spot again, especially since I was already buzzed after the first bottle of wine (I don't normally drink a lot, so it had an effect on me), but I managed. We sat back down, just chilled, drank our wine and talked for a while, until at one point I said: "I want my prize now". She didn't seem happy that I said that, but I stayed unreactive and got my prize - we made out. At one point after that I started telling her about my various sexual experiences and mentioned a girl who I was seeing last year who was calling me "Daddy", and Emilia coyly asked: "so... can I call you Daddy?" - "you can", I replied softly. By the end of the date, we decided that next time she's coming over to my place and we're having a "YouTube party".

I was supposed to see her again on Saturday, but 1) I felt sick, and 2) I scheduled another date with another girl on that same day, and I started to feel that it might be a bit too tricky for me to see two girls on one day, and I did NOT want to miss the date with Kasia (the other girl, who became another lay, but that's another story for another time perhaps...), so a day earlier I let Emilia know that I'm sick and might not be feeling well the next day (which was true, but didn't stop me from going out with Kasia anyway, hahaha!). Emilia responded that she actually doesn't have much time this Saturday after all anyway, and she doesn't want to risk getting sick either, so we rescheduled.

The next Sunday she came over as planned. We were showing each other some silly YouTube videos, drinking wine and making out. The smell of her body was driving me crazy and I didn't hide it. I would grab her by the back of the neck, put her over my knees, hold her down with one hand and rub her pussy through her pants with the other. She tried to remain ladylike and escape from my clutches, but it was clear that we wanted to ravage each other, and early on during the date she told me she will let me do just that on our next date. Despite that assurance, later during the date I decided to push my luck and I got my dick out. This is actually a technique I got from 60 Years of Challenge, which he calls an "option of last resort". I believe Paul Janka does something like this as well. Anyway, I unzipped my pants, pulled my dick out and... She put her hand on it for a while... But then almost theatrically turned her back towards me and said "I'm not looking until you hide it!" - which I actually did right as she turned around, before she even started saying that. The last video she chose during our "YouTube party" was an uncesored version she found of this. By the end of the date, when we were saying our goodbyes and I was about to put her on a bus, I told her what we are doing next time: "since we want to tear each other apart, next week on Sunday you will come over again, we will get it out of our systems, and once we do that and regain the ability to focus on anything other than sex, we'll go to the movies". She made a disapproving face...

This was the second time her facial expression suggested she wasn't happy with what I verbalised. But I didn't back out, didn't start apologising or anything else to that effect - I kept my frame and stayed unreactive. Because I knew she was just subconsciously testing me to see if I really have the balls to back up what I just said. And for the second time... She agreed.

Another Sunday came, and so did she (insert sexual joke here). The plan was followed, exactly as laid out by me at the end of the last date. I met her at the bus stop, we went to buy the tickets for the movie we were supposed to see, then I brought her back to my place. As soon as she took her shoes and jacket off, I unceremoniously, physically picked her up in my arms, carried her to the bedroom and threw her on my bed. I'll spare you the details, but... There was no resistance from her at any point. She was a nice and obedient girl.

And the movie was brilliant as well.

But, most importantly, I proved to myself that this stuff works. That cold approach pickup is not a waste of time, despite what some people say. I stopped a girl - a complete stranger, - dead in her tracks, on a crowded street, in broad daylight, told her that I think she looks nice, and... Some time later I had her naked on my bed.

This was not a girl I met online. Not a girl from my social circle, who I met through friends. No. This was a stranger I met on the street.

I feel so good with that. I feel like a real man. And I feel my caveman ancestors are probably proud.

And I wish that you guys could also experience the same.

And if you really read all of this, then fuck, thank you. I probably wouldn't.