Good fortune with a fortune teller

By | November 21, 2020

Just after lockdown ended in July, I was back to my daygaming weekends getting in about 10 sets over 4 hours on the prowl. Since Midwest visited and left, my work rate has fallen to roughly 3 sets per week. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but the excitement just isn’t there. It’s not Daygame Revulsion–that’s something you experience after having proved the skill set. It’s something less glorious; I would call it beginner’s fatigue. The initial kick is sputtering out.

At the onset of a new challenge1, at least one of two things generally happen. The rookie (1) learns the very basic skills along with new jargon and is exposed to an alternative way of thinking and/or (2) they will see immediate returns on their action. Think of the new kid at the ice cream shop that very quickly masters the perfect scoop on his first day. Or more dramatically, rather, the walk-on high school basketball player with a natural follow through to his jump shots.

I achieved point (1) in my first 500 sets of Daygame. I was learning, a lot. I can’t much say the same over my last hundred sets. I’ve hit a point of stasis. For a couple of months now I have been analyzing my sets looking for things I’m missing–I can’t find any. That’s not to say I’ve got the skill set down pat. Far from! Sometimes I’m too logical, sometimes my teasing is off, sometimes my body language is weak; none of these are novel mistakes. I can quickly diagnose and fix them for the next set. It’s not learning at this point; it’s building the muscle memory.

So if I generally feel comfortable with the LDM, why the loss of “oomph” for Daygame? The answer is 100.

That’s how many sets it takes me to get a date. Of these 100 sets, about 10 give me a number. So that’s 90 rejections on the streets and another 9 via text before a girl joins me for an evening of romantic rapture. The week I had while Midwest was in town may sound like a fluke as far as the skill set is concerned. It’s possible that I’m an incredibly shit Daygamer. I won’t discount that; but that mentality doesn’t help so I try not to don’t adopt it. In that date-filled week, I was consciously aware of the seduction process. My decision-making was methodical and deliberate.

Either I’m making major fundamental mistakes that I’m unable to spot–along with some others who have heard my sets, or there are larger environmental factors at play. For example, a highly-contagious virus that shut down industries all across the world. I think girls’ response to an unmasked street stop is met with greater anxiety than I initially anticipated and that won’t change until the vaccine is distributed2. The herd has indeed been spooked.

This is an untestable assumption, of course. I can’t go back and look at my pre-COVID numbers to quantify the effect of the virus since those were my first three- or four hundered sets of Daygame. My game has much improved since then so I’m left without an authentic baseline from which to build any conclusions on the subject. But that doesn’t stop me from conjecturing.

For example, I noticed on Twitter that some consider it a waste of time and effort to approach girls wearing masks. In NYC more than 95% of people wear masks outdoors. The mask-only rule is too restrictive in this town. A mask-wearing pedestrian is perhaps more inclined to shun the would-be magical moment of a street stop.3 It behooves me to believe this narrative for it keeps my spirits high. You see, I’ve noticed a bit of bitterness festering within me as of late.

Recall those stats I mentioned above. One girl will join me for a drink of the one hundred I approach. My blowout rate is fairly low, at roughly 15%. Another 70%ish are “soft blowouts” where a girl listens to the compliment then leaves as she says “thank you, but sorry I have to go”. The remaining 15% give me the time of day–I usually enjoy this 15%. Most of them are pleasant conversations, though some of them are annoying. I’m starting to qualify girls through my body language and intonation. It’s not conscious; I’ve just noticed that girls who are vapid and/or annoyingly challenging lose my interest. I’ve had 5-7 minute sets where I leave without asking for a number. The girl knows she’s been rejected. I only stayed in set for so long to test myself–to further explore if maybe there’s something about her that I want or if I can build attraction so she shows me a better side to her. Sometimes V will chime in that “you can’t negotiate attraction”4.

Anyway, when I manage only a single good conversation out of 10 approaches I find it hard to maintain long-term vibe. Though it is a technical skill set, Daygame is more about inspiring good, sexy feelings in a girl’s chest than executing the perfect transition from comfort to escalation. If the Daygamer doesn’t feel good, how can he expect to generate that warm, fuzzy anticipation of a good fuck within the sweet, little thang that is the focus of his attention? He cannot. Krauser wrote a 400-page textbook about it.

On the bright side, I have days where I get the boyfriend excuse before I even deliver a compliment. That is, girls know I’m going to hit on them by the body language of my stop.

Outside of these minor victories, I’m doing quite well overall. I’m lifting and seeing gainZ, I’m reading plenty, work is keeping me busy as I continue to learn new skills and receive acknowledgement for my results, and the Ukranian has since become a weekly regular. In fact, this blog post is meant to be her lay report!

Hell of a long introduction, eh.

Let’s review where it all begin. I opened by teasing about her polka dot dress. After getting her number, the following textual display of interest took place.

A few minutes before we agreed to meet she texts me letting me know she’ll be a bit late. “A bit” turned turned into 20 minutes. I made no mention of it when she arrived in her dress and heels, yet a minute after showing up she asked me “are you mad that I’m late?” It felt like she was really asking “are you the kind of person that let’s people walk all over you?” “Listen, you’re here. I’m here. Let’s enjoy our time together. Anyways…”, I replied, dismissing the issue altogether.

We walk a few minutes over to the first venue which only serves drinks and is restricted to outdoor seating. We sit across from each other in big armchairs. Her eye contact is good as she holds a smile. I learn that she’s studying psychology so I ask her to analyze me and tell me what I’m thinking. I tease encourage her in her pursuit to become a professional fortune teller. But it’s the comfort material that really resonates with her. I make sure enforce to the proper dynamics by sprinkling verbal spikes. She’s receptive towards them. I ask about past boyfriends and she says they don’t last long because she doesn’t like to settle; true for both guys and locations–she’s move around a bit. Green lights, I’m thinking.

An hour later I bounce to a second venue, as per Ascend’s recommendation only to find there is a 1.5 hour long wait. No problem, there’s another bar on my street to which we walk. Another 1 hour wait! We’ve now walked 15 minutes in search of venue 2 on this night out when bars first reopened after the bat pangolin flu hit.

The conversation is going well and she’s receptive to my physical escalation though I haven’t gone for the kiss yet. I decide it’s enough to make the home invite and say “looks like everything is busy. I’m just here; how about wine at mine” to which she responds in the affirmative, but notes we will have a single glass because she has work tomorrow. Ok.

So we get to my little studio and I fill a couple of glasses of water and wine before taking a bathroom break. She tells me she knows a thing or two about wine as she looks over the bottle. After conducting some fancy ritual that consists of swirling and sniffing, she takes a sip and compliments me on my solid choice of red. I don’t have the heart to tell her it’s a $12 bottle from a grocery store5. We sit across the single table in my home and mostly stick with comfort. About 15-20 minutes later I sit on my ottoman next to her to show her something on my phone. She’s now amber to my verbal escalations. We chat for another 30 minutes, mostly comfort since my spikes aren’t getting through, though I’m making progress as her body has angled more and more towards me over this period. Finally I get some reciprocity to my escalation as she mentions something about her dress showing too much leg. My hand plays and caresses her legs a bit as we continue talking comfort. I’m going to the edge by sliding my hands up her legs to the point that she lightly pushes them away, but with smiles. I drop the Torero line “I’m going to the bathroom. When I come back, I’m hiking up your dress more. Or I’m gonna kiss you”. I follow up with “I haven’t decided yet” as I walk away.

In the bathroom I take inventory of the all the data over that night. She future projected me. Twice! I mentioned a walking tour around NYC; she said “oh we can do that next time”, to which I didn’t respond lest I show my cards. She also told me about an upcoming trip to Austin, then asks if I would to join her as she gives me the dates. I tell her I cannot join since a friend is visiting that weekend6. In retrospect I shouldn’t have made an excuse; I should have been less definitive and said something like “ok, we’ll see”. Not to keep the option open, but just to politely dismiss it without showing effort to do so. Obviously, the wrong answer is “ok, I can’t wait to go with you!” Suboptimal, but not incorrect. I would say that’s where my Game is in general; it’s not “wrong” anymore–I’ve unlearnt plenty of anti-game in the last year or so–but it’s not optimal either.

So up until this point, I felt the escalation hadn’t built up enough for the kiss, at the same time we’re about two hours into the date and as RedPillDad once said to me “she won’t fault you for trying”. There were no more points to be gained by waiting around. After coming back from the bathroom, I sit down and we chat for a few more minutes. I then get up and stand over her, glide one arm down her side and the other behind her neck then go for the kiss. She stops me cold in my tracks and says very seriously “listen Breeze, we’re not doing this tonight. I should go.” All the fun of the evening was sucked out of the room in that moment. I held a smile against her neutral expressions and backed away. After a few moments, I put on my shoes and told her I would walk her back to the train station. At this point I figured I must have pulled too fast, not knowing what it actually looks like until this date. Good learning experience.

As we’re walking the 10 minutes to the station, I mentally checked out of the date. I did what I could and there’s no use in making a second crack at it. I remain cool and continue the mundane conversation. She’s listening but seems to have checked out just as I had. There’s no negativity in the air, just indifference. Somehow I managed to create a 5 minute monologue about the Shinkansen trains in Japan. As we get closer to the station she says “you seem like you’re not even in the moment anymore. I can tell you’re already looking ahead.” I bet she noticed that I was walking a bit faster than her, ready to call it a night and put her on the train, but politely and without any hint of resentment. She reengages in the conversation and seems to slowly show her cards. She says she’s amazed how I can talk about so many things. One minute it’s architecture, another it’s history, another it’s traveling, then I seduce her, then it’s off to literature. I tease her for treating me like a psychology patient.

In these few minutes, her mood has changed drastically. She’s back to her smiling and positive self all over again. When we get to the station she asks if we can keep on walking to the next station. I must have stepped on a 1UP along the way. Onwards we go, giving me about 15-20 more minutes to explore this renewed energy between us.

I haven’t escalated at all since we left my place, though I bring the teasing back. We fall into a good groove and she puts her arm on mine and tells me that I’m warm. We hold hands. We walk some more. She’s talking, and I just stop, pull her into me and we kiss and make out a bit. Spirits are high now.

A cheerful, flirty vibe is present for the remainder of the walk. Again we make out a bit just outside the station, I grab a handful of ass, and bid her good night.

End Act 1.

Intermission

She responds to the day-after text then goes silent. I have to re-ping to get her back online. After a bit more texting I send the next date invite to which she responds with an alternate date that I can’t make. I send another time and she rolls off.

Later that evening she calls me, which I missed as I was downing some baller meatloaf7. I send her an innocuous text to which she replies “Want to hear your voice. Call me”. I ask Mr. V if it’s weak for me to be readily available for a Friday night phone call to which he reassures me that I’m overthinking things. This is a common problem for guys who are new to this stuff; we get too “gamey”. We sometimes forget that the goal is to mimic (and ultimately become) a natural; it’s not chess that we’re playing, but rather a dance that we’re leading.

The call turns into a 1.5 hour video chat. For all incense and porpoises8, this was a second date.

Getting her out to date three was no issue. I planned to cook dinner though never told her. When she showed up at the train station she asked where we’re going. Rather than giving her the Game-certified response of Disneyland or Paris, I tell her I’m treating her to a plate of Breeze’s special at mine, i.e. baked salmon and broccoli. She was dolled up and asked if we can grab a drink first so she can show off her dress. No need to rush it, I thought; since we had the video chat I was fairly confident the lay was in hand. After drinks, we had dinner at mine followed by the +1. No Game required on this date.

She’s since become a weekly regular.

This brings me to the end of the lay report, however I want to remark on something else I’ve recently noticed.

My last girlfriend was born in Korea–can you guess which one?–and moved to the US around age 12. She understood male-female polarity and expected it. I had discovered Daygame and Red Pill a few months prior to meeting her, back in 2016ish. She made some jokes about how men get bored of the same girl after 3 months and how cooking is the secret to a man’s heart. Good stuff, the kind that you’d never hear from an American girl.

I’m sensing a similar attitude from Ukranian. She wants a strong man, she follows when I lead, she doesn’t shit test often, she’s supportive, she’s clean (another thing that’s uncommon with American girls), and she likes to play sidekick.

In both cases, when they do shit test I could tell they wanted me to pass as opposed to wanting me to fail.

In comparison, I think about the girls younger than 21/22 who I’ve had a conversation of more than 30 minutes with. Three girls come to mind. We’ll call them, without further explanation, Strawberry, Ninja and Motorcycle Girl. All three of these girls that I met over the last year shared the strong desire to be perceived as a badass. “Why?”, I thought. They made it a point to relay how they weren’t afraid of anything and can do things that are traditionally done by men. This thread, which has been subconsciously simmering in my mind, surfaced to my cranium while I was watching Zombieland 2.

In Z2 is Madison, the dumb, sweet girl who’s loyal but needs protection; along with Wichita and Nevada, strong girls who can carry on their own with no need for a man. In fact, they are outright savage zombie killers. Nevada, unsurprisingly, runs seduction end-to-end to get hers when she wants. Similarly, Wichita makes the first move when her love interest is too much of a bitch ascared9 to make a move himself. Which one would you enjoy going out on a date with? Ditzy Madison is submissive, silly and fun; Wichita and Nevada are argumentative, stubborn and domineering. Guess which girls are shown in a positive light, and which in a negative?

Obviously it’s a movie and the characters are exaggerated caricatures, but I don’t think it’s unfair to assume there is a latent effect on our younger, hotter, tighter girls in these here States. I think girls are misled to believe being Miss Badass is not only what men want, but what they truly are.

And this narrative is pervasive. Perhaps you, reader, are more in tune with pop culture than I am so I haven’t really noticed it before. But now that I have, I see it every where. Don’t get me wrong though; some women are natural-born badasses like Shevchenko The Bullet who started training in combat sports when she was 5 and is now the undisputed Champ by a large margin, is highly skilled with weaponry, and fluently speaks Russian, English and Spanish. I’m impressed by women like this, just as I am impressed by men like this. But it’s a mistake to neglect the ratios of gender differences and falsely believe that men and women are the same.

Another item of interest is that in Z2 when Madison meets Woody Harrelson, who is clearly the more attractive male, she immediately dismisses him as old. But we here in our little corner of Twitter know that’s some ole bullshit.

Anyway, one last little story before wrapping things up. Some of you may have read about the Eastern European background story of Midwest. I mentioned a few things to him about Ukranian, which then prompted him to relay to me a culturally insightful remark. Back in his day in his home town, fat girls were exceedingly rare. Perhaps it’s due to the merciless fat-shaming in his town, which overfloweth with enthusiasm such that any associates of the wildebeest were guaranteed to catch stray bullets in the act. By example, boys who were assigned to work with Lady Lard in a group project were teased, through no fault of their own, for having to work with her.

Unfair? Perhaps. Natural sexual selection? Certainly.

This blog isn’t about right vs. wrong, moral vs. immoral; it’s about what is and what is not. It’s amoral. I believe I got that from Torero who in turn, got that from Dawkins.

Read The Selfish Gene.

Breeze, out.

  1. Anything, mind you. Whether it be playing the guitar, proper diet and gaintaining, scuba diving, Mario Kart or sexing lovely lady lumps.
  2. As of this writing, vaccines developed by Pfizer, BioNTech and Moderna have been shown to be highly effective with another by AstraZeneca looking promising. We may be out of this mess as early as summer 2021. Expect to carry a vaccine card.
  3. McClintock of California nicely sums up my take on all this.
  4. I believe Rollo gets credit for this line.
  5. Regular readers may begin to notice a pattern here…
  6. Some of you may know this friend as Midwest.
  7. Thank you, Midwest, for the recipe.
  8. Did I lose you with this one?
  9. Still with me?

4 thoughts on “Good fortune with a fortune teller

  1. the red quest

    >>Somehow I managed to create a 5 minute monologue about the Shinkansen trains in Japan

    Five minutes? That’s it? I haven’t ridden them but Shinkansen trains sound amazing. America’s train system seems like it is maintained by clowns by comparison.

    >> I ask Mr. V if it’s weak for me to be readily available for a Friday night phone call to which he reassures me that I’m overthinking things. This is a common problem for guys who are new to this stuff; we get too “gamey”.

    100% agree with Mr. V here. There is such a thing as not being too forward / available, mentioned by you here too https://theredquest.wordpress.com/2020/11/09/how-much-texting-should-you-do-to-get-the-girl-less-than-you-think, but if you’re genuinely available, sometimes it’s better to be available. And to sort the girl. Asking for a phone call seems pretty rare… I think guys underuse calls today. I was personally slow to switch to texting in the 2010 – 12 period (I’d built up so much skill at phone calls…) but today a well-placed call can set you apart.

    Something the Ukranian also has probably figured out about girls.

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  2. Sameer

    I’ve definitely had 100+ sets result in no dates too. I think the answer is more volume. It speeds up the process and helps w outcome independence as well

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