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So, before I dive into this FU report, here's the rundown: I was out today gaming—think this was a couple of approaches in, around 6-8th. Managed to pull this girl out on a date later in the day. She had a hair appointment, so no immediate meetup, but she was reactive as hell on texts—solid green light.
The interesting bit before the story: I was debriefing with an OG in the game, and he dropped that when guys take breaks or switch environments from where they honed their skills, it warps their view of women. That shift makes you act differently. In my case, I forgot how to sexualize fast. Coming from night game, fast escalation's my default—kino, physical ramps up quick. But in day game, you can't blast that; it's not calibrated, socially it'd blow up. So I dialed back, built more rapport, and toned down my trollish banter that kills in clubs but flops in daylight. It fucked my vibe for a stretch, but I'm sharper now than a year or even a month ago. Game's a grind—it chews time, not every set's gold. On a hot day, I can do around 10 approaches; on a shit one, maybe 3 if my mood's off or volume's low. Hit or miss, and you gotta hit specific spots—you can't just weave it into your day without it nuking your schedule. And if you grind day game consistently, it tanks your night game edge; sleep adjustments, endorphins drained. I can push, but efficiency drops.
Anyway, for this one: She was supposed to meet an hour earlier, but her hair took longer, plus makeup, so she showed up polished compared to when I opened her. We met at a spot, chatted lightly, one of the "coolest dude" winged me a bit, tossed some social proof my way—fucking gold, but I was holding my own. He bounced, thinking it was locked in, and it was rolling smoothly.
Interest was high; she's from my original city, we fluff—kept it away from interview-mode to dodge logical traps. Switched venues 'cause the first had those blinding white lights—kills the mood, bail if you hit that. Back to the original plan, grabbed seats, drank for a while. She closed the distance physically; even on the venue hop, her body's open, receptive.
Just needed a few more minutes to kino harder. At the new spot, I escalated touch—she mirrored, legs right next to mine, my hand on her shoulder, back, everywhere. She made some dirty jokes, like why she's not married, me, I want 10 kids—not total bullshit, it's in my head. Didn't probe her status, but she's unmarried; maybe she held back on disclosing.
Pivotal now, 'cause she's ghosting—could be that. After drinks, she's compliant, tells me about her dog she needs to walk, but it's 11 PM. I pull up to my hotel; she pays for some convenience store shit like soda—nothing big, I covered most. Called the taxi, rode with me, holding hands, chit-chat, nothing too sexual yet, other than the hand holding. I kissed her at the lounge after she cracked some dumb gay joke about my background, so I just grabbed and kissed her hard; she laughed it off.
At the hotel, I pull: "Hey, I wanna show you something? Watch a movie in my room." She hits with "We could do a theater," annoying as hell, I'm improvising. "Nah, I have an amazing view of the city." She hesitates but bites initially? Wait, no—for some reason, she balks hard. Felt like an escalation window was there; if I'd scooped her up and carried like a caveman, she'd cave, but that's a brute push over smooth compliance. I like doing that—sets up chain resistance: hard pull to room, then LMR on the bang. No full makeout yet, which flags lower odds; without that, she's primed for resistance.
Tried playful pull, a couple of steps toward the room, but she plants. Hugged her, she called a taxi—a bit of hesitation, but ultimately dipped. Fucking retarded, annoying as shit; she came all that way just to bounce? Was it the last 5% missing, or something else? We texted on her taxi home, but the next day, no reply to my texts—a couple of days now, whatever. Pisses me off 'cause it doesn't usually hit me like this; normally, they're transparent, open. No clue, but it is what it is—on to the next.
Day game's sharpening up; hooking better, got that fire to game again.
Probably give her a pacing text later next week.
The interesting bit before the story: I was debriefing with an OG in the game, and he dropped that when guys take breaks or switch environments from where they honed their skills, it warps their view of women. That shift makes you act differently. In my case, I forgot how to sexualize fast. Coming from night game, fast escalation's my default—kino, physical ramps up quick. But in day game, you can't blast that; it's not calibrated, socially it'd blow up. So I dialed back, built more rapport, and toned down my trollish banter that kills in clubs but flops in daylight. It fucked my vibe for a stretch, but I'm sharper now than a year or even a month ago. Game's a grind—it chews time, not every set's gold. On a hot day, I can do around 10 approaches; on a shit one, maybe 3 if my mood's off or volume's low. Hit or miss, and you gotta hit specific spots—you can't just weave it into your day without it nuking your schedule. And if you grind day game consistently, it tanks your night game edge; sleep adjustments, endorphins drained. I can push, but efficiency drops.
Anyway, for this one: She was supposed to meet an hour earlier, but her hair took longer, plus makeup, so she showed up polished compared to when I opened her. We met at a spot, chatted lightly, one of the "coolest dude" winged me a bit, tossed some social proof my way—fucking gold, but I was holding my own. He bounced, thinking it was locked in, and it was rolling smoothly.
Interest was high; she's from my original city, we fluff—kept it away from interview-mode to dodge logical traps. Switched venues 'cause the first had those blinding white lights—kills the mood, bail if you hit that. Back to the original plan, grabbed seats, drank for a while. She closed the distance physically; even on the venue hop, her body's open, receptive.
Just needed a few more minutes to kino harder. At the new spot, I escalated touch—she mirrored, legs right next to mine, my hand on her shoulder, back, everywhere. She made some dirty jokes, like why she's not married, me, I want 10 kids—not total bullshit, it's in my head. Didn't probe her status, but she's unmarried; maybe she held back on disclosing.
Pivotal now, 'cause she's ghosting—could be that. After drinks, she's compliant, tells me about her dog she needs to walk, but it's 11 PM. I pull up to my hotel; she pays for some convenience store shit like soda—nothing big, I covered most. Called the taxi, rode with me, holding hands, chit-chat, nothing too sexual yet, other than the hand holding. I kissed her at the lounge after she cracked some dumb gay joke about my background, so I just grabbed and kissed her hard; she laughed it off.
At the hotel, I pull: "Hey, I wanna show you something? Watch a movie in my room." She hits with "We could do a theater," annoying as hell, I'm improvising. "Nah, I have an amazing view of the city." She hesitates but bites initially? Wait, no—for some reason, she balks hard. Felt like an escalation window was there; if I'd scooped her up and carried like a caveman, she'd cave, but that's a brute push over smooth compliance. I like doing that—sets up chain resistance: hard pull to room, then LMR on the bang. No full makeout yet, which flags lower odds; without that, she's primed for resistance.
Tried playful pull, a couple of steps toward the room, but she plants. Hugged her, she called a taxi—a bit of hesitation, but ultimately dipped. Fucking retarded, annoying as shit; she came all that way just to bounce? Was it the last 5% missing, or something else? We texted on her taxi home, but the next day, no reply to my texts—a couple of days now, whatever. Pisses me off 'cause it doesn't usually hit me like this; normally, they're transparent, open. No clue, but it is what it is—on to the next.
Day game's sharpening up; hooking better, got that fire to game again.
Probably give her a pacing text later next week.
