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aLPHA hORACE
eARLY fORAYS iN dAYGAME
Martin
Although not technically a daygame journey blog it would be remiss of me if I did not give a little context on how I arrived in this mad old community we call Pickup.
After a string of failed relationships, a divorce, some sessions at Relate and a couple of mad summers attempting to 'complete tinder' I chanced upon some content on YouTube that I thought might be of interest. This was July 2022. Having dived into all the post-breakup material I oozed self-help zeal from every pore. But my lust for all things healatory and woo-hoo psycho-babble was not sated. I needed more knowledge. I couldnt wander into another emotional car-crash relationship like a lost soul aching to fill a void.
I saw some videos by Rich Cooper and I liked them - cars and girls. Classy. From there I moved to the Ringmaster of the Circus that is the Manosphere - Rollo Tomassi. Then, from somewhere, I remember not, the subject of daygame appeared. The rational, it would seem, was that you could short-circuit the traditional social structures in place to promote courtship by pretty much rocking up to any girl you liked in the street. What witchcraft was this!
Determined to give it a try I looked around for a coach in London. Tusk's name came up so I booked a taster session with him. I was to see one of his team - an experienced 'player' by the name of Martin
We met outside Bond Street station. By first impression he was cool, laconic, relaxed and oozed confidence. Handsome in an understated way he noticed me arrive and cracked a slow easy smile.
And this guy knew his stuff.
Having lived with Tom Torero he was Gen 1 LDGM royalty. Able to spot an IOI at 50 paces and with an easy manner he taught me how to approach, open and stack. With no time to go into vibing or investment he just told me to strike up some conversations and 'play it by ear'.
The taster had worked, I was hooked. Having tasted the sweet scent of success (one number close) and riding the state rollercoaster I was in. This was me. I had the cheat code. You jump walk around a town you love and chat to girls.
Whats the catch? Who the fuck said this was hard?
Early Failz : (
At first, even simple details of daygame - like approach geometry - prove a challenge. Here I am seriously mistiming entry into the set. Like some glitch in a video game I ended up traversing her path, behind her.
More Failz : (
My wing was equally inept. Here he accidentally approached a car
Here I point out, to the young lady, exactly where I lost the set. (Hint: in the pre-approach filter)
Lily
Ok.
I was wrong.
This shit is hard.
Tuesdays and Fridays (or Saturdays) became my nights for daygame. After work I would get moderately dressed up - don't want to look try hard - and hit the streets. With 2 regular wings I got off Tusk's ex client WhatsApp group I took to playing The Game.
And losing
And losing
And losing again.
But I didn't give up. In fact, I think by pure chance I actually learned the correct way. I looked forward to going for a wander round the West End with a m8 and putting the world to rights. Ending the night off with a whiskey on the rocks in one of the fine watering holes around Soho. And the approaches racked up. I did about 400 in my first year. Ill go deeper into my stats in another post. Much deeper! : D We didn't get spectacular results, granted, but every good set (I think she liked me!) or number close (OMG THAT WAS A YES GIRL!!) seemed like we were bending space-time. Our incredulity that this could potentially ACTUALLY WORK bent our brains. Happy times.
But we weren't getting lays.
If you're being picky.
One Saturday though I went out alone and I had a stormer. I had about 4 numbers by 2pm and Oxford Street was buzzing. Bond Street was humming. It was Summer 2022 and London was thronging and teeming with every conceivable walk of life all looking to extract the maximum value per square inch of their exorbitant holiday price tag. I must pull, surely, it was written
I saw her jump off a bus on Regents Street, blonde hair, all in white, cool-girl trainers, possibly 20, 21 maybe. I bowled up to her.
'why are you laughing!! You know what I'm going to say!!!!!!!!'
That was my opener. She laughed. We bounced, we bantered. I thrust, she rejoindered. It was a dream set. High on state juice i jousted with her and we laughed away while we flirted. Numbers duly swapped I was basking in a job well done. When...
'OI FAM'
I turned around.
Outside Hamleys, 5 proto-roadmen sat. Dressed head to toe in black, balaclava-ed up, face covered and potentially machete-wielding they were not amused. They eyed me suspiciously. They were not 'in state'. They did not join in the mirth. The gang leader addressed me again. This time pointing.
'How the fuck did you do that!!!'
And thats how I came to explain the London Daygame Model to 5 members of the Ladbroke Grove Boys gang.
Lilly, it turns out was a budding pron star. A geniune mattress actress. After an initial flurry of text exchanges she eventually regretted to inform me that she had a bf/business partner and they were filming shortly. I was not part of her plans. Sadly
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I projected our future together. It was probably for the best. How would I explain to our offspring that their mother was late to collect them from the school gate because she was filming an inter-racial bang-bang.
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I consoled myself by repeating the mantra that I had dodged a bullet. That she was not wife material. That it had been a close call...
....through the tears.