First Session in London

Before that first session there had been rare moments when I felt brave enough to talk to a girl in the day time. Maybe due to the famous poker theory of “beginner’s luck” I had dated a few girls from what may look like daygame, although I didn’t even know the term and I had no idea what I was doing at the time, which also explains why I quickly lost those girls. That will be for another story in the long how I messed up series, which to me is so much more fun to write than lay reports. I probably have more material on these kind of stories than you might think. As any wannabe-seducer or even accomplished seducer would tell you: there are more failures than successes. 

At some point, after having seen Matt do sets in the street, impressed and refreshed by how beautiful it is to go talk to a stranger to say something that makes her giggle, I decided to dedicate a whole week-end to this with him. 

So here we were on a Saturday morning in Sloane Square. We were so excited. I told Matt, “The last thing we want is wander around with approach anxiety and do nothing, in the next five minutes we have to take action.” This is exactly what I did two minutes later: I saw a cute Iranian-looking girl at a bus stop and I went to talk to her. She responded positively and we chatted a bit but when her bus arrived I had no idea what to do. She stepped into the bus, we smiled, waved at each other and that was it. Yep, I failed! Didn’t know how to handle the situation but as a beginner I thought “oh that was a beautiful moment for both of us”. Matt was proud. “Well done mate, my turn.” And he happily opened a beautiful girl who was passing by. And we kept going. We talked to around fifteen girls each and I remember I got six numbers. It was surreal.

One of my last approaches that day was a Brazilian tourist. As I was about to talk to her she stopped walking and started looking for something in her bag. I said hi and as she looked up to see who was talking she was already smiling. As if she knew what would happen. Some girls have a by-default welcoming attitude. It depends on many things but I often observe this with South American, Italian or Spanish tourists: they are genuinely joyful right from the start. One piece of advice: if you want guaranteed good vibe, talk to Spanish or Italian tourists in London.

Back to the story: it was on straight away. She was Brazilian, travelling on her own in Europe, we chatted a bit and I suggested to go for a tea or coffee. We joined Matt and the three of us sat down at the top of Piccadilly Circus Waterstones, which is a cool place to chill. Again I don’t always do daygame by the book and I was happy to have Matt with us. Matt is calibrated and knows how to handle this kind of situation, great wing. I was sitting next to her and I could tease her a bit. Since we were both from Latin cultures it quickly got touchy-touchy. We agreed at the end of this instant date to meet later that night, with me picking her up from her hostel.

I went for a good burger with Matt and we debriefed about this great first session. What a day and it was not over yet. In the Tube on the way to my Brazilian girl’s hostel I met a Middle Eastern student with amazing hips. It seemed so natural to open her at the gates of the Bakerloo line, flirt a bit and finally get her number. I was feeling great.

I arrived at the hostel in a happy mood. My Brazilian girl turned up and I could tell she had prepared for the evening with make-up and nice clothes. Beautiful! She suggested to go to a party with people she met at the hostel. I ignored the suggestion and said, “Don’t worry I’m taking you to a cool place.”

I took her to my area, we sat in a bar and after thirty minutes we were locked in heavy make-out. We spent the rest of the evening kissing. I have never been disappointed by how passionate Brazilian girls can be. Yet I couldn’t make the decision to suggest to take her home. At the time I was not good at bringing things to the next level -not that I am a master now by the way. We called a cab to take her back to the hostel and we agreed to meet the next day. Again, you may think, I did not take her home, true. But I was so happy, what a great first session ending up making out with a joyful, fun and hot Brazilian tourist. And very little alcohol involved.

I spent the next day with her and that was lovely. I was a bit of a tourist guide as we walked along the Thames -not exactly the most efficient seduction plot and who cares? I ended the day going to the movies with her... and two of my friends. After that I took her for a burger close to my place. Still not the most efficient seducing plot, and I still didn’t care. The next day she was going to Paris. We agreed that when she came back we would have diner at my place.

On the day we were supposed to meet she sent a message saying she was ill, which at this time of the year was plausible, everyone had a cold. Anyway, ill or not, I did not meet her.

Quick note: I would not advise to invite a girl directly for diner to your place. I realised it is a big step. It worked a few times in my first months of daygame but I think it is better to meet a girl for a second/third date in a bar next to my place and work at rebuilding a minimum of trust. This way she can feel I am the same relaxed guy she met a few days before and she can follow the adventure with me if she feels like it, with no pressure and safely. She is then more likely to feel OK to follow me home. It’s up to me to maintain comfort along the way, which can smoothly lead to sex if she is up for it.

Anyway, back to this first daygame session, the damage was done. I was on my way to becoming a daygamer: the great time I had with this Brazilian girl followed by dates this same week with some of the girls I number closed, I was already loving daygame.