Watching Krauser doing daygame is like watching Maradona playing football. He has a very good vibe these days, and his passion for pickup seems having come back. I see him performing spectacular sets. I witness one in which he did an actual pirouette in front of a girl before opening. One year ago, when I first met him, he… Continue reading Low T, Belgrade and Mussolini
“Are we going to church?” she asked while we were on our way to my house walking in front of a big cathedral. “No, we are not”, I replied. “Luckily,” she said, “because I’m not religious at all”. It was 10pm and during our chats in the two bars we had already been I hadn’t… Continue reading I Bang my First Thirtysomething Polish Corporate Hoe
Time to dump the winter weasels, the hibernation whines and all the faggotries of the sort. The sun begins shining again here in the old Europe. It’s just a matter of days: soon we will be in full Eurojaunt season. Some skirt can be already seen out and about. Audacious women gambling their value under the sky and onto the pavements,… Continue reading EUROJAUNTS 2018: TENTATIVE PLAN, MINDSET AND ETHICAL VIEW
Well, I tell you: it sucks. For a series of circumstances (tireness for too much work, a flu that kept me in bed for long, things with a couple of girls that didn’t go as they should have, and in general a sort of proper hybernation) I’ve stopped doing any form of game since… Continue reading What happens when you stop sarging?
2017 has been for me a year of 6.5’s. Really, if I had to summarize my year’s results in one word or one number, that would be it. Don’t misundarstand me, 6.5 is not how I rate my whole game year (which was actually pretty good), but the number in the HB scale almost all the… Continue reading Mind control and “killer instinct”
A frequent mistake young players do is to build up a self image through notches. Whilst notches are absolutely necessary, it is ontologically uncorrect defining them as a goal. The reason is simple: if your goal is, say, to reach 100 notches, once you make it to that number you should theoretically call yourself out of… Continue reading Your bangs are not a CV
In my office there’s a young French guy who is really the quintessence of the beta. Like every true beta, he is very friendly, always stays with the group, and is completely blue-pill about women. He is so blue-pill about it that, since he’s not bad looking nor unpleasant as a person, I have the suspect that he… Continue reading “They don’t fuck”