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Adventures in Game – Part 0 – Eurojaunt Countdown

Gents, some of you may remember my 120 hours in London (mis)adventures, which were supposed to prepare me for a battleground of running high-octane daygame under pressure of very limited time and solo in another city. However, due to inclement weather, my illness and other obstacles it turned out an abysmal failure.

This month I am going on my first Eurojaunt. My stay at a first Eastern Europe destination will last, end to end, 120 hours. I have already booked flight and an apartment, which is barely a five minutes’ walk from where all the action usually takes place.

The rules of engagement, although not very strict, are pure day game, mostly solo (though don't mind occasional winging), perhaps with a dash of (street) night game.

From Tuesday onwards, I will have free seven days to warm up with daily approaches until the Big Day. My current location is Edinburgh and it is a purgatory to meet women on a good summer’s day and a hell every other time of the year. An excellent training ground for that reason, paradoxically.

My plan is to run a very forward type of day game, direct with rapid escalation both during street and date stages. Relatively short stays in each location will put a tremendous pressure to continuously escalate and red line all sets until to the point of crushing and burning. This is is supposed to be an adventure after all, not "seat, swipe & wait".

My preferred model is LDM which I know intimately and, to an extent, employed successfully.

In part 0, from Tuesday onwards and until the Big Day, I will be posting regularly about my preparations for the Eurojaunt. I am both excited and petrified about the possible outcomes, and only time will tell the extent of my successes with girls.

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I enjoy reading your posts and look forward to hearing about your daygame adventures.

If possible, please talk about the *vibe* that you project which gets the best results in Eastern Europe.

I find that so much of daygame success comes down to the underlying vibe that women feel when they interact with you. Yet most players rarely talk about this important form of sub-communication.

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(06-09-2018 05:04 PM)stefpdt Wrote:  I enjoy reading your posts and look forward to hearing about your daygame adventures.

If possible, please talk about the *vibe* that you project which gets the best results in Eastern Europe.

I find that so much of daygame success comes down to the underlying vibe that women feel when they interact with you. Yet most players rarely talk about this important form of sub-communication.

Thanks, Stefpdt. I'll keep your request in mind. I will do short evening write-ups on the forum but longer ones on the blog after each leg of the journey. I will also shortly post my Twitter handle for updates on the go.

Redbeard's post inspired me to introduce a "pre-jaunt silence" to maximise libido and intention: no edging or masturbation, no internet nudity or pornography of any kind. I've introduced the pre-jaunt silence last Thursday and plan to keep it like that through the summer at least.

Tomorrow, my first warm-up post.

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As per promise, daily updates start today. Seven days from now until take off, gents!

Just returned home, walked up the long staircase to the historic part of town to clock far to my right, just at a periphery of my vision, a girl sauntering up the street. A girl with a body to pose for a major swimsuit magazine or parade on a catwalk for Givenchy at the London's Fashion Week - no less, no more, for not only she had a body of my dreams. Some men call these girls greyhounds. She carried her top-class contours spectacularly. A girl with 10/10 body. I'm a harsh judge of feminine shapes, but when a credit is due - it's given.

With tight, spray-on like pants, body-hugging top, the exposed waist to hip ratio bear the signature of an unmistakeable and highly coveted 0.7 value. Right on the dot. Add comely, though not beautiful face with porcelain shades, intelligent eyes, full lips, ballerina's long and slender legs, and her graceful poise - all of it made her truly stand out amidst the crowd of mediocrity.

I immediately began to walk towards her, my heart racing like a sprinter's just before the finish line. An excitement turned disappointment. She was from Madrid. How did I know? As ironic as it can be, I saw her, on the same historic, cobbled street, a week ago. She had the same fantastic cat-walk feel and look about herself but at that time was dressed in a bad girl's outfit. All tight and black, of high quality fabrics, hiding beneath an écru lacy top, underneath perky little puppies, and a pendant dangling above. She had a non-present look about her whilst listening to the music with her earphones.

A week ago, when I saw her, again, from afar, I got this sharp twitch in my heart when I knew I just noticed an exquisitely looking girl. She walked fast. I still haven't opened on that day, it was hot, and I just spotted a true greyhound in town full of leftovers. I shadowed her, amidst of people waiting for the right moment. Form past experience, I knew only a strong front-stop would give me a chance with a girl like that, pacing fast, oblivious to the surroundings whilst listening to music, unaware of a man behind her walking steadfastly. A man on a hunt for his prey.

Finally, just as she began to cross through the traffic lights at yet another stop and turn to the right, I took even a steeper angle, semi u-turned at a distance in a pseudo "I think it's not the right direction" way and got in front of her. She stopped, got her earphones out and... and I almost hurriedly mumbled out my reason to stop her. Her English was bad and I lacked intent. I wasn't coherent in my speech. To the contrary - I was stressed, I also had some audience behind me at a bus stop, I felt overwhelmed stringing together jibber-jabber that lacked charisma.

It all fell flat. She didn't properly hook, then began to make this tiny-tinny steps of a cat pacing atop hot, tin roof, ever-so-slightly moving away which only made me lose what was left of my moxie. I didn't have spirits in me to soldier on. In less than a minute, it was done and dusted.

I knew it would take me weeks, even months to spot in this town a girl like her. And surely, it wasn't her Doppelgänger. Ironically, today, I saw the same girl again. I still enjoyed watch her sexy walk.

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How did you know she was from Madrid?

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(06-12-2018 05:18 PM)Perspicacity Wrote:  How did you know she was from Madrid?

She told me. If you really want to listen to, I have audio recorded but it's rather an embarrassing set But that's what happens when stakes are high. For example, I have another audio where my game is incomparably better, advanced level but... the girl was low six so stakes were so low I didn't care.

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I promised to update daily.

Unfortunately, there was not much to update because the weather deteriorated in the last view days - it's raining at the moment - thus really no girls to talk to. Hence as well as among other reasons, I can't wait to get out the hell out of the place such as this. I have one more day to give the last shot at daygame but the forecast unwelcoming as a Scottish girl on diet of fish & chips, pizza and IrnBru.

I'm as excited as a rooster before the dawn. Less than 48 hours and my feet will be above the ground of the Promise Land and in search of the Holy Grail of younger, hotter, and chastier girls.

The only thing that I'm anxious about are: not enough girls to talk to at my destination place and way too hot weather as the current forecast suggests.

My Twitter account is live, though not much there yet - the updates of my mis-adventures will follow soon and you're more than welcome to have a peak from time to time, if you wish.

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Epic stuff, wish you much success. I'll definitely be watching this thread closely!

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No more gaming in Scotland for the time being as I've boarded the plane to my first Eurojaunt destination. I hoped I could've warmed up with some sets before leaving but there were none, literally. It is, what it is. The part 0 is closed and I pick up in part 1.