What happened to Yoylo?

Just a quick update before more posts to come. I was away from blogging and not very active on X for almost a year. I was slowly recovering from a mental breakdown and wasn’t really interested in sharing PUA stuff as it took the back of my mind for a while. Then I got involved with DV for six months and one of my exes on and off for about the same time.

In the next week or two I need to finish the pre-daygame story because I only have a couple of posts left and my memory is getting blurry.

Also will write up the story of DV and another curious woman who share a similar pattern and present an unusual use case.

Plus another interesting MFM story with me and Black Ring becoming a temporary throuple with a girl in Cebu City as well as a boomerang bang with a girl I met for a date before but only closed the deal seven years later.

Afterwards I’ll probably switch to just posting field and lay reports as they go.

I’ll likely skip posting about my Jakarta adventures. I summarised the debauchery in this tweet:

Same with the last Cebu City trip except the MFM and boomerang girl. I did fuck three different girls in 24 hours in Jakarta but all were repeats. In Cebu I repeated the feat by fucking three different girls in 24 hours but with one +1 (nigh club pull) and two repeats.

Since I already did two +1 in 24 hour period in Jakarta and three +1 in four days in Sydney, the next challenge will be three +1 in 24 hour period.

As you know, I don’t like theoretical masturbation kind of posts. I like to share experience, the lessons I’ve learnt and how I think and what I did and why. Kind of theory through practice. Similar to Roosh’s “30 Bangs” or Bodi’s “Death By a Thousand Sluts” style.

I decided to double down on night game for a bit but I will return to apps later on. I need to do a full immersion into the night game and apps are a distraction. This decision at the moment cut my immediate pussy supply but, I believe, in the end nigh game could be more time effective method of maximising the amount of sex (as you all know, I don’t chase notches; I like to maximise sex).

Let’s get it rolling.

The Runaway Wife

For the previous installments of the series please refer to:

So it begins… again


I was looking at the picture of an average looking Filipina on Bumble. It had all the warning signs. All the photo angles indicated one thing – she was chubby and she was trying to hide it. Or whatever. I set my standards pretty low so I am never disappointed, I said to myself while swiping right like I did on fifty profiles before. Who cares? The best way to get over the break up, as all PUAs know, is to GFTOW (go fuck ten other women, for those uninitiated).

She almost immediately shot me the most creative opener women use on Bumble. Hi. Well, hello. So it begins…

I was using this opener on the apps for quite a while. It was my twist on overused “hey, trouble”. They either don’t reply at all or get curious on what actually about to begin which opens a variety of ways you can steer the conversation.

Some would reply without even acknowledging what is about to begin. That’s how you know you are dealing with the bore or worse, the timewaster.

She wasn’t a timewaster for sure. The conversation was flowing. I acknowledged her saying she had kids on her profile and that I also have a kid. That got us on the same wavelength.

Then she followed with this.

That’s a stupid way to chat on the app. I never in my career on dating apps sexualised a conversation in the app and rarely after I got a number. I know some guys have a great success with sexualising conversations with online leads but that’s not how I roll. Also, heavy sexualisation on the apps will get many women pissed enough to report you and this is how you get banned. And I never wanted to lose my most profitable source of leads by being stupid and horny.

I painted myself as a “normal guy”

After a few more message exchanges she dropped a bomb. She was still married. She left Philippines six months ago and dropped her kids with her estranged husband there to start a new life of adventure in Australia.

The light bulb came on. She was here for six months, getting settled, having all these mixed feelings about abandoning her family and now finally ready to let it all go. She was desperately looking for a guy to enable her new behaviours as a “single” woman without pushing for quick sex or shaming her for her questionable choices in life. She couldn’t have found a better guy. And I never fucked a married woman before. I quickly moved the conversation to WhatsApp and set up a date.

She wasn’t chubby in person. Just a curvy huge tits Filipina with a plain face. She was wearing baggy jeans and awkward jacket. Similar to my Hong Kong ONS. Some chicks just don’t dress to kill. They dress to hide whatever goodies they have to offer. Which is kinda puzzling to me but whatever.

I bought two cocktails at the bar next to the train station where she lived. Yeah, I know, never meet on her turf, but I knew it’s wasn’t going to be a first date lay. Plus I arrived on my motorbike, in my brown leather jacked, smoking a cigarette, looking like a cool rebel without a cause that sweeps pussy off their feet and takes no prisoners.

She didn’t drink at all so I had so consume both cocktails which certainly drowned all my moral and ethical considerations about seducing a married woman who abandoned her children.

The conversation was as void of a sexual vibe as it gets. She spent half an hour justifying her leaving her family and promising (to whom, me?) to support her children in Philippines whatever happens but never go back to them or her husband.

I told her my story about my failed marriage dressed in a crooked metaphor of how what she’s doing is totally fine with a pinch of fake emotional drama of losing something you loved to follow the path of discovering who you really are. Or some other bullshit like that.

The date lasted for an hour and then I rode my motorbike back home making sure she heard the roars of the engine and saw me speeding down the road like a madman.

She texted me next morning and said that she called her husband that evening and “officially” broke up with him. I felt a bit of guilt. Like I was some sort of enabler. The family wrecker. And what about her kids? Should have I told her to cut the crap and go back home and be a good mother and faithful wife instead? Did I just brainwashed her with my masterful metaphorical story powered by NLP learned from one of the top training companies in the world. What about “ecology” they teach in NLP trainings? I always knew it can be used for evil. And evil man I was. Or was I?

She pinged me a few days later. She was downtown with her friend. Walking the streets and listening to city baskers music. I invited myself to join them. I felt it was an invite anyway. Covert invite.

I met her and her female friend on a busy pedestrian only street in the heart of Sydney. They were sitting on a bench listening to the city baskers singing broken love songs. That’s reminded me of my same night CMB hookup girl. I sat on a bench between her and her friend. My expectations were low. Who the fuck brings a friend to a meet with a guy you are supposedly attracted to and want to bang?

Then things got strange. Her friend was sitting on one side of a wide bench and she was sitting on another. I positioned myself closer to her and further away from her friend. Her friend was ambivalent. She barely talked to me and was looking the other way while the runaway wife pulled me closer and wrapped her arms around my torso. I suddenly felt warm and fussy in her embrace and strangely sexually aroused. She had that non verbal sexual vibe emanating towards me. I felt my dick hardening in my pants. She paid zero attention and spoke nothing to her female friend.

It was too close and intimate. Her face was too close to my face and I felt a pull to kiss her right there and then which I resisted with all the willpower I could summon. No. Not here. Not in front of her friend. I am stronger than that. My dick strongly disagreed. It was getting harder and about to pop through my pants. The situation was getting weirder and weirder. And then her friend suddenly excused herself and left the scene. It was my moment to shine.

“Hey,” I said, “I live close by. Wanna see my record collection I was taking about?” I am an amateur DJ (the topic for another story) and I have vast vinyl collection at my place and she knew that. She immediately agreed and we walked to my apartment.

She wasn’t interested in my hand picked collection of the best house and techno records from early 80s to late 00s at all. We sat on the couch and shortly thereafter started to make out.

There was something familiar about the kiss. It was dirty and heavily sexual. Not unlike the kisses of the most promiscuous women I had a pleasure to fuck. Certainly not how the faithful wife and mother of two would kiss a stranger.

When the kit came off, I released she was borderline. Not like in borderline personality disorder. Borderline chubby. There is that invisible line every guy has. When you are below it, you fucked a cute girl. But if you go above, you fucked a fatty and you better make sure no one knows about it as the scorn of judgement will ruin your self-esteem and forever damn you of being a fatty fucking loser. She was neither. The borderline. Cruising on top of that invisible imaginary line that no man should cross. But my dick was enthusiastically interested so I proceeded to remove her bra.

Her enormous tits plopped out and hanged down almost reaching her belly button. With stretch lines marking that weight of her femininity she had to carry around supported by XXL size bras and hidden behind a baggy jackets she wore.

I am more of a mid size breasts guy. Hers were way above what I could handle. She had probably the biggest breasts I’ve ever seen of a woman who had a privilege to strip naked in front of me.

I took her by the hand, led her to my bedroom, pushed her on my bed and stuck my dick in her. The question of a condom never came up.

It wasn’t a pornstar level of fucking but there was something dirty and sexual about it. She whispered some dirty talk to my ear and kept saying my name and that I should fuck her. That was rare. Less than a handful of women who I fucked even whispered my name during sex. It was hot. Really hot.

We went for two rounds before she left. That was the last time I saw her. She didn’t reply to my feelers and, as we kept connected on Instagram, I learned that withing the next month she got herself a boyfriend (incidentally also an amateur DJ) and they moved together to live in a small town in Central Coast.

In retrospective, I knew what happened. I was a breakaway guy, after all. The enabler. Someone who helped her to let go of her previous life and move on. I served my purpose and after that she didn’t need me anymore. She went off to live her new life that she dreamt of.

I wasn’t fussed though. I still had a DV. And she did really care about me. Maybe even too much.

To be continued…

So it begins… again

It was a cold Saturday morning. I was sitting on couch in my apartment downtown Sydney looking at my phone. I just finished chatting to Black Ring. He was doom and glooming again. The country was going to shit, the world around us was fucked, he was fed up with housing crisis hysteria, rising cost of living and, most importantly, “change from the baseline”.

I was trying to figure out what is this “baseline” he was talking about. Comparing to mid-90s in Russia, nothing seemed to be going to real shit too much. Just stunk a little.

I excused myself and went to the shower. This is what I needed. The streams of steamy hot water to wash away the cold Australian winter blues.

I got out of the shower and stood in front of a mirror. And then I saw it.

Two grey hairs sticking out of my pubes. Shining bright like two diamonds. Like two outcasts refusing to conform to the darkness of the rest of my unkempt bush.

This is the beginning of the end, I thought to myself. You know you are old when your pubes turn grey. One by one, until they are all grey and your dick looks like a snow covered cone on a pine tree deep in Siberian taiga. The remote desolated place where no woman would go.

It was a moment of truth. The unspiritual awakening. The sledgehammer of time hitting me on the head. Something needed to change. It was my life and it was ending one day at a time.


Last fifteen months passed in a daze. The year of despair and wasted opportunities. With almost nothing to show for it. Two months of hypomanic craze followed by a year of, I can’t even call it depression, more like a mere existence. I existed but I sure didn’t live.

“It’s a complex trauma,” my psychologist said after masterfully reframing my psychotic break followed by an episode of paranoid delusion into something really positive. Like I am better off after having a breakdown.

“There are two things that will significantly improve your mental health,” he continued. “You need to stop drinking and block all communications with her”. He was talking about my BPD obsession and, I believe, the primary cause of my breakdown.

Never put your dick in crazy. Everybody knows that. I knew that. I though I was smart enough and had everything under control. Not so fast. Trauma bond, the dance of wounded souls, the emotional rollercoaster. It will creep on you slowly and then hit you like a ton of bricks. You won’t know what happened until it’s too late.

As I walked from the shrink’s office, I pulled my phone, sent last text to BPD and went on a blocking frenzy. Phone, email, WhatsApp, Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat. Did I forget anything? Oh yes, I did. LinkedIn, MeetUp, Line. Is that it? I think it was it. Mission accomplished. The healing starts now.

I went to the pub and got smashed. Not so fast. Only half of the mission is accomplished. I need to be a good guy and listen to my shrink. Another beer, please.

On my second visit he was shocked. He said, he expected me to get off booze easily but not so easily with cutting BPD off like I did. If you break your leg in the wild and it gets infected, and there’s no antibiotic, you cut it off to prevent gangrene from killing you. If your soul gets infected, and there’s no known cure… other than cutting the contact… And so I did.

After a month of whatever therapy I was administered, I felt I returned to a semi-functional state and I jumped back on the apps. This when I met DV and runaway wife.

To be continued…


The rest of the series are here:

The Runaway Wife

One night only…

This lay was so straightforward, I didn’t feel like publishing it but I will add it to the previous report just as a proof of how easily and effortlessly a woman will sleep with a stranger she just met in such a short time.

I was in a midst of my second round of turmoil after getting back with BPD. She didn’t yet found a replacement boyfriend and we were on the down slide of the emotional roller coaster. It was a Friday night and I was drinking shots of Fireball at home and chatting to BPD, stirring the drama. We were supposed to have a voice call at 10 pm but I was casually swiping Tinder while chatting to her and got a random match. The picture was very weird and didn’t even reveal a face of a girl much.

I shot my opener and she replied immediately. It was 9:45 pm on the clock.

She was practically around the corner from where I live. I shot her a location of a pub mid way between me and her.

I quickly jumped into a shower, brushed my teeth, shaved my stubbie, got dresses and went out of the building. My phone was ringing. BPD was calling me to talk after all the texting drama few hours before. I hung up on her, put a couple of condoms in my pocket (I am glad I did) and headed to the pub. It was busy but I spotted two seats next to each other and grabbed the spot.

She walked through the door and I waved at her. She was wearing jeans, t-shirt and jeans jacket. Bulky clothes hiding her nice body as I discovered only a couple of hours later.

I asked her what she’d like to drink and she replied, “Whatever you are drinking”. She obviously didn’t give a shit and it was all just a formality. I went to a bar and ordered a couple of gin tonics.

My phone kept buzzing with BPD calls so I put it in silent mode.

I started a normal chat. Where are you from? Long time in Sydney? Bla bla.

She was from Hong Kong. As a tourist and also was going to visit her friend in Melbourne for a week or so and work remotely from there. She just stopped over in Sydney to see the city and tourist attractions and such. She was going to leave the city on Sunday (remind you it was a Friday night).

She told me she was sitting alone at the bar and no one would hit on her (hello, cold approach guys). I wasn’t surprised as she was dressed in a bulky jeans set and had no make up and looked absolutely unremarkable on the outside. When the clothes came off later, I realised that if she dressed to impress, she wouldn’t have a shortage of suitors.

I probed a few things and she told me she had a boyfriend of four years before who wouldn’t commit and cheated on her so they broke up and now she just lives a single life and works and travels around the world. We connected on our common like of hiking and I just played a good local host and kept telling her about different things she can do in Sydney while she’s here.

As gin tonic run out, I asked her if she wants to go and check a better cocktail bar with me. She agreed. That particular cocktail place is just around the corner from where I live so I was planning to get all cosy there and then ask her to come to my place.

I don’t even remember how many women I brought to this cocktail bar that last month. The staff already knew and recognised me. I ordered a couple of cocktails and we kept chatting. The bar was practically empty.

Somehow getting cosy and touchy at the bar didn’t seem right. It was the same friendly chat about what she can do in Sydney, her life in Hong Kong, her travels, all that jazz. At some point I probed her logistics and she mentioned she’s staying in the service apartment in the city. I knew exactly where that place was.

The clock hit the midnight and the bar was going to close. We went outside. Everything still felt too friendly with her. I couldn’t just bring myself to ask her to mine to fuck. That would be weird if I did. As we came downstairs she told me she doesn’t know the city and how to get back to her hotel so I played a gentleman and offered to walk her back.

We kept chatting the friendly stuff and walking when, approximately half way back to her hotel she suddenly asked me, “Do you have condoms?”

“Yes,” I said (I am glad I packed them on my way out)

I immediately pulled her close and made out with her to seal the deal. Then I grabbed her by the hand and we walked all the way to her hotel (actually one bedroom serviced apartment).

As we walked in, we stood next to each other in the living room. She told me apartments in Hong Kong are so small, this living room alone was as big as two bedroom apartment there. I took her clothes off, revealing a very nice body for 37 year old woman. She had average size, but nice looking tits and shaved pussy. He baggy clothes definitely hid her above average body.

We made out and I pulled her to the bedroom. No oral, I just put a condom on and started fucking her missionary, then doggy, then missionary again. Her pussy was very tight for 37 yo, too tight. She never had kids. She was squeezing her vagina hard all the way, pushing my dick out. I had I to keep her from moving her hips too much so I could stay inside and keep kissing and fucking her. Making out while fucking is something that drives me absolutely nuts. Eventually I blew in condom, took it off and threw it on the floor.

We stayed lying on the bed, cuddling and not talking for a while until I had enough rest and got hard again. I pulled on a second condom and we went for a second round. At some point I flipped her on top and was holding her in my arms while pounding her and then suddenly she started whispering in my ear, “You like fucking this tight little pussy”. Hell yeah. She was right. “I like fucking this tight little pussy,” I replied.

When it was all over I asked her, “Do you want me to leave?”

“No,” she said, “I feel lonely in this big apartment”

So I stayed. She felt asleep pretty quickly. And she was snoring like a steam train. I just couldn’t fall asleep. Thinking about what I just did to BPD. I knew she knew what was up and I still had feelings for her.

I didn’t sleep that night. Checking my watch every now and then until the clock hit about 7 am.

I got out of bed and dressed, waking up Hong Kong girl.

“I have to go,” I told her, “Let’s keep in touch.”

“I don’t have your number,” she said.

We exchanged WhatsApp numbers and I went for a walk of shame home.

She texted me a thirty minutes after I left.

As I got back home, I checked my messages. BPD was sending me walls of texts till 2 am. She went nuts, went out drinking till 2 am. I told her what I did the night before. Rubbed it on her face. I will never be monogamous with anyone. I will cheat, I will hurt, I will manipulate. I am a monster. But that night felt so good, I wouldn’t change a thing.

Coffee Meets Bagel hookup report

I think I need to write up this LR post-factum because it was a bit hilarious.

It happened after I discarded the BPD two weeks before we reconnected. It was straightforward lay but I still want to write it up.

I matched with her on Coffee Meets Bagel. She looked like a nice K-selected Indonesian girl in early 30s with the profile saying “looking for serious relationship”. I already had a few dates with relationship oriented chicks so I didn’t expect much. Another boring date to nowhere. Here is how texting went.

Honestly I didn’t give a shit if I even meet her. But she showed up. Me, too dressed up for the good cocktail bar visit. On her side she didn’t look the part. As far as I remember she was wearing flip flops. Surprisingly we got into one of the top cocktail bars in Sydney and ordered Negronies. She had no idea of what kind of cocktails we can get and just went with what I ordered.

I texted to my old MFM partner Black Ring that I am going to another boring K-select date with relationship oriented chick and it all will be boring. Me and the girl started to chat and after ten minutes the light bulb came on. All she was talking about is her work and how she would go out and dance in bars and clubs with friends on her days off. I immediately texted Black Ring from the toilet of the bar that “Indo is a dirty slut and I am going for it”. The simple plan was to get her drunk and fuck her. The only problem was that upscale cocktail bar would set me for a multi-hundred dollar bill. I had to move to somewhere else.

I told her, “let’s go for a walk”, and we left the bar. She didn’t ask where we going and what’s the plan. Just totally complaint with my lead. My plan was to walk her to the cheapest watering hole in the city. I didn’t give a shit what happens.

As soon as we left the bar, I grabbed her by the hand so we walked hand in hand like a boyfriend and girlfriend. I kept taking some nonsense to keep the conversation going. The walk was long. At least fifteen minutes. We walked pass city baskers. First basker was singing the song of someone being in love and the beginning of the relationship, I don’t remember the song name. The next one we passed was singing “Someone You Loved” by Lewis Capaldi. I told her, this is how the relationship goes. You fall in love and then “they pull the rug and you are someone they loved”. She laughed.

We arrived at the cheapest and dodgiest pub downtown Sydney. I ordered ten dollar jug of beer. The cheapest you can get. We kept taking shit. I don’t remember the topics but it was all non-sensual. Eventually the beer run out. I decided to pull the Black Ring close on her for a test. I didn’t give a shit if I fuck her or not. I was pretty tipsy.

“Hey, do you want more drink or let’s get out of here”

“Let’s get out”, she said.

We went outside. Then I pulled the Black Ring close.

“Hey, I can walk you to the train station or we can grab a bottle of Jack at the liquor store and have a drink a my place”

She said, “let’s grab a Jack”

To the liquor store we went. It was half way from the cheap pub and my place.

I chatted to the sales guy while he was packing a bottle. I was tipsy and chatty. Something I don’t usually do sober.

We got to my place and I situated her on a couch and made Jack and cokes for us. We had a few sips and I went for a makeout. One thing led to another and she was naked with her pants off. The only problem was I couldn’t get hard. I kept making out with her while jacking my dick to get hard. I was tipsy as fuck. Also I was on nofap for five weeks. Not exactly nofap but no porn and I’d only jack one time per week to flush the tubes.

Eventually I got hard but also aroused so much, I blew my load all over her pussy while trying to stick my dick in her raw. That was a massive embarrassment and I definitely couldn’t claim a notch. But my dick was still semi-hard so I stuck it in and did whatever the official requirement of strokes to claim the notch before I went soft. That was the end of it, I thought. But, she didn’t give up on me.

She didn’t leave. She kept touching me, touching my dick and dirty kissing me for another twenty to thirty minutes until I get hard again. This time I redeemed myself. I took her to my bedroom and fucked the shit out of her.

By the time we finished she missed the last train and last bus back home so she slept over. After I fucked her again in the morning she called her roommate to bring her work clothes to the city so she could pick it up and go straight to work.

I saw her again one more time. One day before BPD came back to my life. After that I never saw her again and never had a single text exchange. Second time meet and sex sucked and were unnecessary. It was a one time hookup kind of affair.

BPD girlfriend and the breakdown of Yoylo

I didn’t want to publish it. Too personal and too much. But it (shared privately) saved at least one man and if it saves even one more I’d be glad.

It will be raw and barely edited. I won’t edit it, it was direct response to Madd Monk in private trying to save him from what hit me really bad.

Read at your own risk.


All right. I don’t know why are you going to therapy but it my case I am myself BPD on a spectrum with massive abandonment issues. No wonder that thing with my BPD girl turned into Netflix TV drama series.

I bet my whole promiscuity PUA thing comes from BPD. I abandoned my family and got divorced to pursue promiscuity.

What BPD do really well is mirror. I am guilty of that myself. I’ll mould my approach, my behaviour and parts of my personality to suit the particular woman I am with. To make her like me because I am like her.

So what that girl did is the same. Instant connection on a first date. Two weeks later she’s already cooking me meals, brings me some treats when she comes, walls of texting every day for hours. It feels like you found a soulmate. Both pretty open about past promiscuity. She was sexually abused as a kid so that was first red flag and basically how I knew she’s BPD. Plus other stuff like inability to keep a relationship for longer than 5 months. With me she did one year. The most she ever did. And me too, apart from my marriage.

I did my part of love bombing. A lot of texting, all the attention, taking her out on wild nights out. Every meet is an adventure. Ended up taking her to the motorcycle ride to the beach where we made out on a sand during the sunset like in cheap Netflix romantic drama.

All within a first month. Instantaneous “falling in love”. She was obviously wild and crazy like your girl. All that jazz. Fun is through the roof. Fuck three to five times over a day or two. Sex is ridiculously hot. Both into each other. Even though she wasn’t even that hot. Just your average six. Sounds familiar?

I knew the mirroring thing was complete when we started to have same thoughts at the same time and speak the same things at the same time and text the same things at the same time. That feels like you found your other half.

Slowly she started to push my boundaries. Demanding more of my time. Staying over for first two days in a row, then pushed to three days. Then we would randomly meet more. I had a once per week for a day rule but she was so fun that I succumbed. I was having fun too. And all the love I received. No other women did that. Bla bla. Reminds you of something? Like you were setting boundaries with your girl and she kept pushing and pissing on them. Right?

I made it clear to her I am not doing monogamy yet she slowly started a covert contact by constantly reminding me she doesn’t fuck anyone else. She was saying that mantra “one dick is enough for me”. Yet she would still go out and party with her slut girlfriend and flirt with guys and play them but not fuck them. Just enjoying all the attention. She would play dumb loaded guys to buy her gift and such without sex. One guy bought her 2500 dollars handbag. Unbelievable.

Now, two months in the first thing happened. You know BPD’s deep issue in a lack of identity and self worth. They (maybe me too) don’t really deep inside believe they can be loved. So when the love happens first thing they do is try to unconsciously push it away. In her case she did the classic BPD thing of running away.

She found a job in another state for one month and went there. Leaving me to my own devices. But before she did she caught me swiping on Tinder. That triggered her bad. She was crying all night and keep telling me “why you?” She couldn’t understand why she hooked on me. Well, she hooked on me because I have similar issues. Two way clinging co-dependent trauma bond.

As she went away I hooked up with some other chick and kept hooking up with her even my BPD chick came back and we reconnected. Unfortunately due to my stupidity she saw a nude of my hook up girl on my phone. She went nuclear with jealousy. At the same time she kept pushing my boundaries and covertly demand monogamy and relationship.

At this point in time I was busy with work and my music projects and no time to properly do pickup so I thought I might just have a girlfriend for the time being and I finally told her I dumped the hook up chick and we can do the boyfriend girlfriend thing for a change.

The whole relationship was an emotional roller coaster. Love you, hate you. I am monogamous with you but you are a slut. Not now. But once slut always a slut. It was two way emotional abuse in a nutshell. I did my part as well when she would gaslight me into an emotional frenzy.

These BPD girls will drive you nuts. Literally. You’ll lose your mind in their twisted mind games. They don’t do it because they are bad people. It’s just how they are. Unconscious behaviour for protection of their fragile self. I would gaslight her as well as I am the same. I would start drama no less than her.

Sooner or later BPD execute the discard strategy. In our twisted game I was the first to strike. Not to be abandoned you must abandon first! That’s how BPD thinks.

But I needed a good reason and the reason I got. I discovered what this bitch did is, one month after we agreed on a relationship, she cheated on me and then hid it for over three months. When I asked why she told me it’s to see how I felt when I hooked up when she was away. Twisted sick logic of BPD. When I “cheated” we weren’t in an official relationship but in her head we were so what I did constituted cheating. That’s how BPD think.

So I executed my BPD discard. I threw her away from my apartment on Christmas Day just before the new year. Three days later she already hooked up with some dude. Later she told me it felt disgusting and she regretted it immediately. Another BPD thing. Do something impulsively and then immediately regret it.

I felt on the top of the world when I discarded her. I won. The biggest mistake was I didn’t cut contact permanently. I just stopped taking to her. I went monk mode for six weeks. Lost 6kg of weight. Joined hiking groups. Going out by my own and having fun. She was frantically following my every adventure story on Instagram.

After six weeks I went back to dating. Went totally nuts. On one occasion I had eight dates eight days in a row with six different women. Eventually I hooked up with the hottest black girl I ever fucked and another random Asian.

She went back to another state to visit her parents and hooked up with some guy there. She was also monk mode for six weeks before that.

My mistake was to reconnect to her and apologise for my abusive texts and other stuff I did shortly before we broke up. She immediately latched on it and weaseled her way back into my life. She couldn’t stand being abandoned by me.

She found an excuse to come to my place. We talked for hours. She admitted that she was delusional about the real relationship and we are both essentially non-monogamous, yada yada. Eventually we fucked and the energy was double of what we had before. It was out of this world.

It was all a lie. She still wanted me all for herself. So I told her why don’t we stay friends with benefits for a time being. Do a couple of months trial. Get to one year mark of our relationship and see what happens.

What happened is another round of emotional roller coaster. But this time the ups and downs went completely insane. We both admitted we are “in love” with each other. Then I would refuse to have any future with her and we would slide into endless drama and heated arguments.

She would keep saying she’s not a slut anymore and needs a stable relationship bla bla. I told her to go and find a stable boyfriend to get her that security and fuck me on a side.

At some point I randomly rubbed on her face that I will not be monogamous with anyone. We had a scheduled phone call at 10pm but at 9:50pm I got a random match on Tinder and she wanted to meet immediately. I hung up on my BPD girl when she called and went on a Tinder date that ended up in ONS hook up.

She sent me walls of text all night from the bar where she went and got drunk and flirted with guys obviously but didn’t hook up with anyone. I rubbed it on her face next morning that I was doing a Tinder hook up.

Another feature of BPD is if you hurt them, they can become very revengeful. But I am a monster myself so I put her in a bind. She couldn’t retaliate by doing a revenge fuck because that would prove that she’s still a slut I called her. So she went ahead and found herself a boyfriend prospect. The older loaded guy who was looking for monogamous girlfriend. She went on two dates with him and obviously let me know all the details.

I kept going on dates with randos but my stress levels were so high my vibe was totally off and I couldn’t close any deals. Chicks would run away from me. And then she did something horrible. She finally banged her boyfriend dude on a weekend and then lied to him in the morning she was going home and run straight to me to fuck me.

She lied to me she used condom with the guy. She admitted later it was raw and he blew in her. So I was basically banging her raw with another dude’s cum still inside her pussy.

You see where I am going? At that time I lost any ability to think rationally. It was madness going on due to obsession with this woman.

She pissed on all my boundaries again and again. We had an agreement to not use phones at my place yet she started texting this boyfriend dude under pretence he was controlling and she needed to lie to him where she were.

I booked a hotel room for our one year anniversary but she discarded me one week prior.  See, now she had to execute the ultimate revenge for my discard. By discarding me. She already lined up this boyfriend dude as her next victim.

She explained that she can’t do it anymore. That she’s planning to settle down with the boyfriend. Bla bla. On our last day we fucked and it was the hottest fuck of my life. Afterwards she called her boyfriend lying naked in my bed to lie to him where she were. Then she left. You see, BPD compulsively lie. You can’t trust anything they say. The story will change every time it is told.

That day in the evening my own abandonment issues kicked in and I had total mental and emotional breakdown. I spare you the details but it was clinical. Two weeks after I had a clinical episode of paranoia and severe dissociation (another BPD feature apparently present in moderate way in BPD but not usually clinical). My mental state was in turmoil for another two months. I had to do crisis management with the shrink for paranoia and breakdown because it was that serious. In am still on mood stabiliser meds.

On the advise of a shrink I cut all contact with her. I deleted all photos from my phone. I burnt all cards she gave me. I cut and threw away polaroid pictures. I discarded to the bin all items that reminded me of her. I try to erase her whole existence from my life.

That’s what BPD girl will do to you if you don’t know what you are dealing with. Do preemptive dumping and cut all the contact. This is the only way to win if you already hooked on her.

PS. As you can see I’ve done all four stages of BPD cycle myself:

  1. Love bombing (attention, affection, fun, sex, connection)
  2. Devaluation (she was a slut and also a cheater)
  3. Discard (I dumped her first)
  4. Hoovering (I kept her number and eventually apologised opening up the possibility of reconnection)

That’s why no contact is so important. To prevent the cycle from repeating.

Zone Diet for Dummies

I tried different diets, including paleo, keto and vegan and I found that Zone Diet works best for me. I lost the most amount of weight I’ve ever lost (44 pounds) using this diet (it was quite a while ago). It is balanced in terms of protein, fat and carbohydrates intake and, supposedly, anti-inflammatory. It allows for hard workouts in the gym as you don’t restrict your carbs too much. That’s why it was (is) the official diet of CrossFit since its inception.

Zone is incompatible with keto as you will be eating carbohydrates but it is completely compatible with paleo (just exclude foods prohibited by paleo) or vegan (you’ll have problems with protein though, prepare to consume a lot of vegan protein powder). Zone is also incompatible with intermittent fasting as you will be eating meals and snack throughout the day in regular intervals. Yes, you read it correctly, it goes agains the modern “wisdom” of having only a few big meals per day. You will be eating smaller meals in regular intervals.

I’ll dumb it down to the very simple set of instructions to follow.

  1. Get kitchen scales and measuring cups as you will be weighting and measuring everything you eat.
  2. Download the following PDF. You will be using block charts of allowed foods from this document: https://library.crossfit.com/free/pdf/cfjissue21_May04.pdf
  3. As accurately as possible (I recommend DEXA scan) measure your bodyfat percentage and bodyweight.
  4. Use this calculator to find out the number of “blocks” you will be eating per day: http://www.dbhonline.com/zoneful/p_calculator.htm

    Sidenote: “Block” is a single unit of combination of protein, carbohydrates and fat you will be consuming. One block is about 90-100 calories of energy but you shouldn’t worry about counting calories. You should be worried about counting blocks.
  5. Use block allocation suggested by the calculator or the one from the CrossFit PDF to find out how many blocks you will be eating each time.

    For example, if your prescription is 16 block per day, you will eat three 4-block meals and two 2-block snacks between your meals.
  6. For each meal or snack, go to the block chart in CrossFit PDF and pick the required amount of protein, fat and carbohydrates from the tables. Use kitchen scales and measuring cups to get precise amount of food. Avoid unfavourable carbohydrates, if you are serious about your weight loss.

What I found out is that I ended up with having practically same meals day in, day out with very little variations. I also ate one cheat meal per week.

When you reach your target weight and/or bodyfat level you have two option:

  1. Zone way – start increasing the number of blocks you consume in increments of one until the weight stabilises
  2. CrossFit way – keep the number of blocks you consume but double the amount of fat per block (keep adding fat until the weight and/or bodyfat percentage stabilises)

Alternative resources and links:

My “The Rational Male” reading notes

I read Rollo Tomassi’s “The Rational Male” book around mid-March 2014. I took about 28 pages of notes, including my own thoughts on the topic. I run across the notebook with all the handwritten material recently and I found it interesting to review my own thoughts six years later. I am going to publish it here “as is”, without editing. My own comments will be provided as quotes. Unquoted text is the notes themselves.


There’s no ONE. This “soul-mate” idealisation is mostly a delusion akin religious belief in “the god”.

In any relationship, the person with the most power is the one who needs the other the least.

Tip: See yourself as a prize to be sought after.

He’s playing on the same inner game note that everybody else. However, I believe now that, in certain circumstances, the external change CAN and WILL produce significant internal change that no amount of “positive thinking” or “visualisation” will.

He says, it’s hard work unplugging chumps from the matrix. I say, don’t do it at all unless asked (or even begged to). And even then, test them thoroughly if they are ready.

Real Power is a degree to which a person has control over their own circumstances.

Cardinal rule of the relationship – you cannot negotiate a genuine desire.

Well, as David DeAngelo said, attraction isn’t a choice.

Keep the secrets. Women NEVER want full disclosure. Familiarity is anti-seductive. Nothing kills game, passion and libido like comfortable familiarity.

You need to cultivate the element of unpredictability about yourself prior to and into the relationship. Always remember, perfect is boring.

In LTR, she must be reminded daily why you are fun, unpredictable and exciting, not only to her but to other women as well. So, covertly imply that other women desire you too.

Get in shape, make more money, get a higher status – DHV to increase sexual desire.

It seems to me that a lot of Game and manosphere advice is tailored towards spoiled Western women. No doubt the principles are universal, but the whole believe systems about male & female roles in the relationship are different in the feminist Westert countries and elsewhere like E.E. and S.E.A.

Break patterns of your own behaviour to make your girl’s pussy wet.

Women behaviour of “prerogative to change her mind” and the demand for males to “do the right thing” are elements of social conditioning in the advantage of women’s reproductive strategy.

I also think that making men who shamelessly pursue their own reproductive strategy (e.g. fuck as many women as possible) villains is good for “rulers” as an effective “crowd control” method.

In our genetic past a man with good genes implied the ability to be a good provider. This is not so anymore, thus “Alpha fucks & beta bucks”.

Rejection is better than regret. Do the opposite – increase your exposure to female rejection.

There is a tendency in personality to “compensate” for deficiencies (eg. short man complex). When we compensate (and Game and PUA are from of compensation) we fake it till we make it but eventually it becomes an integrated part of out personality.

Alphas are unapologetically Alphas. They are zen-like in their alphahood. You are not Alpha because of your achievements, you have your achievements because you are Alpha. Real Alpha doesn’t give shit if he’s Alpha or not or if his behaviour is “Alpha enough”.

Being Alpha implies that you necessarily rise above the certain degree of common mediocrity.

Alphaness is NOT exclusive to social status and personal integrity. It is an attitude of expressly manifested traits.

And these traits can be modelled and learned (and taught)

Morality is not connected or relevant to alphaness (as well as money and status).

“Everything the has been achieved in the history of mankind has been achieved by nit being safe” – Lenny from Motörhead

Alpha “energy” is determined by “starting genetic package” and further refined by the social conditioning.

Everybody has a [sexual] strategy (substitute “sexual” for anything). It can be functional or dysfunctional or anything in between.

Plate Theory – Spin More Plates!

Confidence is derived from having options.

One of the NLP premises is that all procedures should work towards increasing choice.

A man with options has power. Necessitous men are never free. Apply shotgun mentality. Go wide and scatter as much influence across the board as possible. In LTR maintain covert perception of having options (professionally and sexually alike).

Plate Theory encourages natural selection. You will learn what you require for your own personal satisfaction. Also, opportunity and options make a man a PRIZE.

Demonisation of the Plate Theory (seeing multiple women simultaneously) is the instrument to maintain the false premise of women as prime selectors in the sexual relations. The truth is, if a man select a sexual partner, this is a natural threat to feminine primacy in sexual selection that diminishes the pussy power.

The way to circumvent it is to be brutally honest with the plates you are spinning and be committed to non-exclusivity. So, you do not commit to one girl but all of your girls don’t have any illusion of being your exclusive girl.

Have standards. If you can spin a plate, it doesn’t mean you should.

Women would rather share a high value man than to be saddled with a faithful loser.

Tips:

  • Do not slip into any routine with a woman.
  • Ignore her “rules”.
  • Do not contact her more than necessary to set ups a new sporadic date.
  • Save a weekend for women who are proven to be DTF with you.
  • Non-exclusivity in practice needs to be covert. It needs to be implied, not declared.

You’ve got to break out of “LTR as a goal” mentality. Monogamy should never be a goal. Monogamy could be a byproduct (only when you filtered through enough plates).

With plates, communicate non-exclusivity covertly through your behaviour; create value through scarcity, be just enough available to keep her interested and wondering that you might have another options.

When a woman press for exclusivity:

  • Let her drop.
  • Ignore her for a couple of weeks and re-set; your value will increase.

This is basically Blackdragon’s Soft Next and Hard Next

Confidence is derived from having options. You are confident when you can generate enough options and spin enough plates.

You don’t find a perfect woman, you make perfect woman.

You cannot help anyone until you helped yourself. True power lies in the ability to control your own life and your own choices. Commitment to ANYTHING limits this.

Woman is only a compliment to man’s life, never focus of it.

Anxiety in women is good for men.

It is socially acceptable for women to spin plates. It is socially acceptable that a woman can always change her mind.

First principle of power – when you have power, always project powerlessness.

All women are sexual, you just need to be the right guy at the right time for the job.

Tip: Try not to answer the phone or text Friday and Saturday evenings even if you don’t have any other plans. This creates a perception that your attention is sought after and it increases in value.

Women shit-test to determine:

  • confidence
  • options
  • security

Spin plates as much as you can as in committed relationship you simply cannot spin plates.

Unplugging chumps from the Matrix is dirty work.

I’d say, just don’t do it at all.

Women have boyfriends and girlfriends. If you aren’t fucking her, you are her girlfriend.

Real arousal and intercourse are anxious and uncomfortable so just enough comfort should be built. That’s why LJBF doesn’t lead to real intimacy.

LJBF (Let’s Just Be Friends) is not an offer, it is a rejection. The response should be to walk away.

LDR (Long Distance Relationship) is not a relationship. Do not engage in it.

“Don’t sleep with another man’s wife” is a good commandment for times when polygamy was a norm and having multiple wives were a sign of affluence.

Women do not know what man’s honour is. It’s been distorted to suit the female imperative.

Essentially, having a platonic girlfriend and/or a female wingman are forms of delusion. Not worth it.

“Teaching PUA shills to these chumps is like giving dynamite to children” – Ross Jeffries

PUA shills are tools and adopting a positive masculine mindset prepares you for more. Tools don’t make AFC a Man.

AFC’s first and foremost need is to be deconditioned.

He’s now rambling about how it is impossible to plug back into the Matrix once you’ve been unplugged. I say, make sure you really want to change when you start to work on yourself, because once you’ve started, there’s no way back. You won’t be the same anymore. Many spiritual leaders say the same to their followers. Make sure you want to wake up, because sleep is comfortable and waking life might just well not be.

Human beings need predictability – it gives them a sense of control over others.

As David DeAngelo AKA Eden Pagan said, when you change, other people aren’t going to like it because the ways they use to manipulate you stop working.

You’ll be more consistently rewarded for your capacity to indirectly offend the women you want to get with.

You’ve got to kill the beta you to become something more.

Good old song of “to be born, you must die”.

The woman won’t appreciate you for your sacrifices.

Relationships aren’t work. In feminist world men are doing the “work” and women are giving them “grades”, so to speak.

Women should only be a compliment to a man’s life, never focus of it.

Scarcity increases value, and particularly when the reason for this scarcity is something that serves another’s interest.

What pisses off “serial monogamists” is the unspoken regret of having assumed the responsibilities, liabilities and accountability of what monogamy demands before they truly understood, much less realised their personal potential.

Fuck yeah ☝️

Women want a man other men want to be and other women want to fuck.

Game

It’s important to have A LOOK.

Peacocking is not a style but an important PUA skill. The intent is to draw a subtle difference that draws a woman into your frame. Start with nice expensive shoes.

Or not, as everybody is doing it now.

Game as Power is neither good nor evil, it simply IS, and it’s about your capacity to use it. The context defines it. You can accept these principles or reject them but it doesn’t change them. And it doesn’t change the ability of someone else to use them [upon you].

The textbook definition of the Game 👇

Game is a series of behavioural modifications to life skills based of psychological and sociological principles to facilitate intersexual relations between genders.

He goes on rambling about Early Game of 2000s and how it was about “putting on” the behaviours to get “results”. Well, no shit, Sherlock. It all grew out of NLP due to Ross Jeffries’ efforts and it was all about modelling of the “naturals”. Too bad new generation has almost completely forgotten it.

Then he goes on rambling about “in-field” calibration and how this “toolset” helps you to get the girl but won’t let you deal with the deeper problems of getting into feminine meta-psychology and long term motivation.

Next he goes on rambling on “WHY” PUA stuff actually works.

My answer to these types of question is always “who gives a fuck”. It gets results and it is all that matters. It pisses the shit out of “why” type learners when I do it, lol.

I want results. I model someone who gets them consistently. I get same or better results. WHY it works is UNIMPORTANT, unless you’re a dorky university professor.

Next he’s going into how now the Game branched into various “married game”, “christianised game”, “high school game”. Pretty annoying to read.

This is what always happens when underground (in the past it was called esoteric) knowledge gets pushed to the masses. It turns to shit. It gets distorted. It gets misused. It happened to many old religions. It happened to the Game. It happened to the Internet. The list goes on.

Women in LTR want to get over that nagging hypergamic anxiety, they want emotional “security”, so to speak. That’s why they demand exclusivity.

That’s why in LTR there always must be [an implied] non-exclusivity.

Before LTR women are on the market with competition. Sex is fuelled by urgency as well as being “try before you buy” sample.

In LTR dynamics shift from qualification sex to utility sex. In uncommitted life sex is her tool of qualification but in LTR it’s a tool of compliance.

Woman’s imagination is the most powerful tool in the Don Juan’s toolbox. That is why non-exclusivity and “other possible women” need to be covert.

Women need to be told “NO!”

Nothing is as simultaneously fear inspiring and arousing for women as a man she suspects is aware of his own value.

JBY (Just Be Yourself) is a bullshit.

You are who you believe you are and who she perceives you to be.

Most people resist becoming what they hate (“jerks”), even if it’s a change for the better.

The perspiration of men with higher testosterone levels were deemed more sexually viable or arousing by women than men with low T-levels.

From a bio-mechanical perspective, the men who consistently fap are essentially broadcasting their status as Pheromonal Betas, and women subconsciously register this about them. High testosterone males manifest their sexual viability in both sexual assertiveness and scent.

Don’t get me started on semen retention. You’ll regret it.

Tips for provoking woman’s imagination in LTR:

  • Get to the gym
  • Dress better
  • Get a raise
  • Travel for work
  • Change your routine
  • Adopt a Game mentality
  • Hang out with new (and old) friends
  • Be cocky & funny with her

She wants you to rock the boat, it’s what makes her feel alive.

When woman is sending “mixed messages” – dump her. Woman with higher interest level won’t confuse you. If she wants to fuck you, she will find a way.

“Mixed messages” – spin other plates.

Married (or LTR) Game is essentially the same, only risks are higher and rewards are negligible by comparison. Marriage is only acceptable for men if it is within his own frame and on his own term. Marriage requires a much higher Game. Married men have much more to lose by “losing a girl” so the Game is more than just getting your wife to fuck you after the honeymoon.

When she checks out of the relationship, she doesn’t tell you because she’s checked out. The “communication” within the relationship therefore is a bullshit. Women want men to “just get it”. The guy she wants to fuck is dominant because that’s “the way he is”, instead of who she had to tell him to be.

Women NEVER want full disclosure.

Women would rather be objectified than idealised.

What do women really want? Maximised hypergamy with men being blissfully unaware of the said hypergamy.

Operational Social Conventions

  • Shame (men should date women their own age, single mothers, fat chicks, etc)

My biggest take on shame that it is the worst evil. It shouldn’t be tolerated or ignored.

  • The “shallow” effect. The burden is put on men under a threat of being perceived as “shallow”.

A lot of these “problems” will disappear if you are to stop caring what other people think.

  • Selection position insurance. Women are allowed to understand men, but they must remain a “mystery” to men.
  • Social escape clause. Women can change their mind at any time but men can’t. Default female victimhood. It always offers women a way out or dramatically reduces the responsibility.
  • Sexual competition sabotage. Gossip, “she’s a slut”, “he’s a fag” remarks to “kill” the competition in the sexual marketplace.
  • Gender role redefinition. “Men should get in touch with their feminine side”.

AFC’s Rationalisations:

  • The myth of “quality woman”. There are “quality women” and whores.
  • The myth of dodged bullet. Monogamy “prevents” STDs.
  • Location, location, location. “Quality women” don’t hang out in clubs and bars.
  • The myth of “other guys”. “I am not like the other guys”.

Whatever you cannot say “NO” to is your master and makes you its slave.

Women are genetically programmed to be “selective sluts”. All women have a capacity to throw away any caution in order to pursue her short term sexual strategy (hot quick Alpha sex). They want to have a freedom to pursue this short term sexual opportunity as well as freedom from social repercussions as a result.

Rollo doesn’t advise any guy under the age of 30 to even experiment with monogamy (spin plates instead).

I can’t agree more. Spin plates.

The funny thing about regret is, it’s better to regret something you have done than regret something you haven’t done.

The IRON Rules

  1. Frame is everything. Alway be aware of the subconscious balance of who’s frame in which you are operating. Always control the frame but resist giving the impression that you are. You want a woman to enter your reality.
  2. Never covertly or overtly discuss your sexual past with your current lover.
  3. If she makes you wait for the sex, the sex is NEVER worth the wait. If she really wants to fuck you, she will find a way. There will be no wait. NEXT her and move on. Three dates to sex or NEXT.

I’d say two. Three is a way too long of the affair.

  1. Never under any circumstance live with a woman you aren’t married to (or plan to marry).
  2. Never let women control the birth.
  3. Women are fundamentally incapable of loving a man in a way he expects to be loved by a woman. Women love opportunistically. Hypergamy defines who woman loves and who she will not.
  4. Don’t get her back. New relationship is a better investment of your time and resources.
  5. Always let the woman figure out why she won’t fuck you, never do it for her. The problem is not that we aim too high and fail, the problem is that we aim too low and succeed.
  6. Never put yourself down with a woman you intend to fuck. Nothing kills arousal like pity.

Apologetic equals shit. Never apologise. Never explain or justify your actions to yourself or others. Especially to yourself (male hamster).

Only a few men truly allowed themselves to be alone and learn real independence and self-reliance.

Rollo argues that “women are as sexual as men” is a bullshit. They have less testosterone responsible for libido plus their sexual desire is cyclical. This myth simply sexualised women without making them outright sluts.

Good girls are bad girls that never got caught.

Looks are important. Women want to shag Alphas that embody their physical ideal but it’s OK to keep “looks are not important” myth to secure betas post-Wall.

Women shit-test to determine the following:

  1. Confidence – most important.
  2. Options – is the guy really into me or he has no other options.
  3. Security – is he capable of providing long term security.

Women don’t want a man to cheat but they love a man who could cheat.


Now go and buy the book and read it yourself. The first volume is a must read. The rest of the series gets progressively annoying and preachy though.

Yoylo does Sudan – refugee camp sex

I have to admit, I was pretty lazy in regards to the game since the pandemic began. I was unsuccessfully working on getting new lays, making stupid extraction and escalation mistakes while my MFM buddy Black Ring was having a streak of hookups. I felt like an underachiever in the field.

And then the pandemic hit.

Suddenly I was a king. With the city in a lockdown and the game cancelled for weeks, the majority of city players were going through a massive draught while I had two regular girls in the rotation. Nice 20 yo Canadian MLTR and a double penetrated Puppy as a side dish. Both girls were hitting me up for a meetup as soon as strict restrictions were lifted.

Fast forward to now. Puppy slowly floated away following our sex club visit (which is a topic for a different report). I became more infatuated with Canadian as we started to do more couple activities. She would come to my place and cook us a three course dinner. Then we went to the weekend camping trip. I became lazy.

Black Ring kept nagging me, calling me armchair PUA and telling me I will be screwed if I lose my girls because of the SMP situation in Sydney amid pandemic. He was right about at least one thing. The sexual marketplace turned from bad to the worse.

Foreign students, backpackers and tourists, the bread and butter of the daygamers in the city, were gone. Foot traffic downtown reduced tenfold. Convenient nightgame is practically impossible with the social distancing rules and a requirement to remain seated in bars and pubs. And online. Well, I don’t have to tell you about that.

Anyway, back to the story.

It was my birthday. Black Ring suggested we and the boys go the stand up comedy event hosted by a non-monogamous MILF he knew (let’s call her M.). At the entrance to the club there was that black girl (let’s call her B.) who was checking tickets. Apparently she was working for M. as a promoter for the event. She looked like she’s in her mid to late 20s, with big boobs, average arse and a flabby belly.

The night went well. Although everyone had to keep their arses glued to the couches and chairs, the comedians were decent, despite the fact that every single one of them ended up with dysfunctional relationships, bad sex and dating disasters topics.

At the end of the night Black Ring was about to give me and another guy lift back home. It turned out B. lived in the city as well so she tagged along with us. In the car she kept nagging about how we all should go somewhere and continue the party. We all pretty much ignored her. Although I like to party, I was on a one month drinking wagon challenge so I was more interested in having a good night sleep.

Black Ring dropped B. and then drove me home. It looked like she live around 15 minutes walk from my place.

Fast forward to last weekend. Black Ring bough a couple of tickets to the next comedy show on Sunday evening. The goal was to go there and introduce me to the DJ MILF who has connections in the local scene. We caught up in the pub, had a dinner and a beer, smoked cigars and went to the comedy night.

B. was at the entrance, checking the tickets. We got drinks and took a sit on a couch in the front row to watch the show. M. and her blondie MILF co-host (let’s call her C.) started the show by cracking unfunny jokes and drinking vodka from the bottle on stage. I thought it was a prop but later in the night it turned out the vodka was real.

B. situated herself on the couch next to ours and filmed the show on her phone. I noticed IOIs coming my way. When I turned and looked at her, she commented on my accent. IOIs have been upgraded to high interest.

When B. disappeared, M. and C. took a sit on her couch, taking all the space. Me and Black Ring were socially distancing on our couch so when B. came back with another drink, she sat on our couch in between us. IOIs, the accent opener and now she put herself in my close proximity. This moment I made a decision to go ahead and attempt to fuck that chick. My standards are pretty low and, although she barely met them, she was interested, she was available and, most of all, she was black. And I never fucked a black girl before.

I let Black Ring know about my intentions. M., who lives across the street from the comedy club, was planning to have drinks at her place with C. and B. after the show and since Black Ring knows M. really well, we devised a plan. We were going to weasel ourselves to have a drink with them and Black Ring would give me and B. a ride back home. On a way back, I will jump out of the car together with B. and make my move.

We hung out at the club, waiting for M., C. and B. to finish their business, and then walked across the road to M.’s place. Bottles of fake prop turned out real vodka went on the table, we had a few drinks and Black Ring started to play a song on a piano while I was sitting at the kitchen table and chatting to B. She was downing vodka like there’s no tomorrow.

Eventually M. put on a Spotify playlist and Black Ring, M. and C. started to do a crazy dance in the kitchen. I filmed this hilarity on my phone and so did B. The time was close to the midnight when M. wrapped up the party. Black Ring offered C. a lift as well but she chose to call an Uber. Me, Black Ring and B. walked to the car. After a short drive he dropped us off in the city and drove off.

“Hey, let’s go have one more drink. There’s a pub nearby,” I suggested. B. agreed and I walked her across the park while she was hanging on my arm. She was carded at the pub and since she didn’t have an ID on her, the bouncer kicked us out. The same story happened at the next pub.

“Hey, I leave around the corner here and I have a bottle of whiskey. Let’s go have a drink at mine instead.”

“Why didn’t you tell,” she replied, “I really need to pee.”

“Ok. Let’s go then.”

I couldn’t believe she just used a classic RooshV’s toilet weasel on me. The whole unsuccessful pub crawl was completely unnecessary. To my place we went.

I dropped a text to Black Ring while she was in the toilet to update him on a successful pull. He suggested I pull back and let her escalate instead.

I didn’t expect to have a brand new chick at my place so I wasn’t prepared. I was glad I stashed a bottle of Jack Daniels a week before. If I didn’t have any alcohol, the lay would fell through. I only had a bottle of San Pelegrino for a mixer. She started snooping around my fridge and kitchen shelves.

“What are you looking for, “ I asked.

“Do you have any coke?”

“No, I only have this,” I pointed to the mineral water.

“You should have some coke,” she replied while continuing scouting my kitchen.

I got really annoyed.

“Ok. Stay here and don’t touch anything,” I said, “I will go downstairs and grab some coke.”

I left her at my place and went to the 24/7 tobacco shop downstairs to buy a bottle of cola.

When I returned, I found her sitting on the couch with four books from my shelf which she obviously scouted as well. Apparently she liked to read. The books were “Minimalism”, “Mindset”, “Get High Without Drugs” and “The Natural” by Richard LaRuina. I have to say, LaRuina’s book was sitting on my shelf next to “Daygame Mastery”, “Daygame Infinite”, “Pick Up Artist”, “The Mystery Method” and “101 Sex Positions Bible”. 

“I need to borrow one to read,” she said, “I just don’t know which one.”

“I am not giving you any of that two,” I said, “Pick “Minimalism” or “Mindset.”

She chose “Mindset”.

We had drinks and I run my regular routine of showing her how to play a vinyl record on a turntable. I made a note for the next time to get a record I don’t care about for this purpose as she was dragging the needle across the nice house track back and forth.

“Do you have anything slow,” she asked.

The level of my annoyance had jumped a few points.

“No. I have house, techno and trance. Pick any of 2000 records I have.”

“I want something slow,” she said.

I knew, I was going to regret this lay but I was determined to get that flag no matter what.

I pulled my phone and put on some chillout radio on the bluetooth speaker.

“Can you dim the light. It’s too bright,” she asked.

Holy fuck, mother of god. She didn’t like my booze. She didn’t like my music. And now she was complaining about the light. I turned off everything except a bedroom lamp so we were sitting practically in the dark.

Shittests were flowing a plenty.

Standard.

“How old you actually are?”

“How many girls did you sleep with?”

Etc, etc…

And a pinnacle of it all.

“Can I ask you something? You can go to the bathroom and masturbate. Why do you really want to be with a girl?”

Haven’t got that one before.

“It was really nice that you bought me a coke,” she eventually said.

Finally. A compliment.

I sat next to her on the couch and did the light kino. I was going to follow Black Ring’s advice and let her escalate.

She notices the two motorcycle helmets on the shelf.

“Why do you have these if you don’t have a bike”, she asked.

“How do you know,” I answered, “My bike in the parking lot.”

Bloody hell. She was really dumb for a girl who likes to read books about the mindset. What did she think? Am I suppose to keep my motorcycle at my apartment?

“You should take me for a ride.”

“We’ll see.” (Not gonna fucking happen).

Eventually, when the moment was right, I went for a kiss. Oh horrors. She was a horrible kisser. Like really, really bad.

I tried to reach out to her boobs but she rejected the move.

“I can’t do it,” she said, “I prefer it to be at my place. It more comfortable there.”

My level of annoyance was approaching the tipping point. I was about to flip and throw her out of my apartment. Thankfully the prospects of getting the rare and exotic flag under my belt have calmed me down.

“Let’s go to you place then,” I suggested.

“No, I want to stay the night here,” she replied.

“Ok. Then give me your phone number.” She did.

Nice, I though to myself. If I am to claim this flag, I have to endure this bullshit till the morning. And I had to start work at 9 am the next day. I made us a couple of more drinks in the kitchen.

After having a few sips, I went back to kissing her on a couch and resumed my attempts to get her boobs out. She resisted for a short while and then suggested we play rock-paper-scissoirs for the clothing items. Allright, let’s have it your way.

I lost my shirt, my watch and a bracelet before I realised she was always playing rock. She managed to correct herself before her pants went off and I lost the game. Oh well, whatever. But, suddenly, she grabbed her t-shirt and put it back on.

Fuck me dead. We were back at square one.

It was getting really late, I given up on trying to fuck her and I was hoping to get a few hours of sleep before work so I told her I was going to sleep. I went to the bedroom, switched off the light and got under the blanket. She joined me.

I turned to her and start kissing and grabbing her boobs and arse. The resistance has magically disappeared. She was taking it.

“Do you have a condom,” she asked.

I took the condom out of the bedside drawer and put it on. She took off her panties. And then the horror started. Black Ring later gave it a “refugee camp sex” nickname.

She was lying on her side when I put my dick in her pussy and she started to ”snake”. I don’t have a better word to describe it. She was snaking on the bed trying to put her into the position pleasurable for her while taking my hand to her clit and using it to rub it the way she liked. All her snaking was causing my dick to be pushed out of her vagina and I struggled to use the sheer force to hold her arse so I could actually fuck her.

I felt like a human dildo.

This bedroom wrestling session continued until she came. After the short break we continued the wrestling session until I got exhausted from fighting her snaking and pulled out and lied on my back to catch a breath.

“You came,” she said. Not sure if it was a question.

“No, I didn’t,” I replied.

“Yes, you came,” she said.

I took off the condom and threw it across the room. Finally the mystery of guys faking orgasms was solved. Doesn’t matter. Two strokes were done. The lay was claimed. I could go to sleep in peace.

Not so fast. She turned out to be some fucking nympho or something and initiated yet another wrestling session. But now I was determined to get mine. I managed to pin her on her back and fucked her vigorously until I blew my load all over her huge boobs.

She went to the shower. I told her that I have to work in the morning and we should really get some sleep and turned my back on her. It was probably three in the morning.

She woke me up at seven for yet another wrestling match. Holy crap. After we were done she finally told me, she’s going to go and let me get ready for work. She got dressed, grabbed the “Mindset” book and left.

I felt like a zombie. I only had three hours of sleep. I was still feeling the whiskey. And I had to start work in a couple of hours.

Later in the day I sent her a damage control text to which she replied in the evening. She said she went to her sister’s place and slept all day. I immediately sent her another message to which I never got a reply which is exactly what I wanted. I don’t want to see this girl ever again.

Achievements unlocked: new flag (Sudan), new continent (Africa), first black girl, first Muslim girl

My pre-daygame story, part 11 – zero dollar notch with a busty girl

As soon as I got my condo loan sorted, I jumped on Filipino Cupid, created an account, uploaded a few photos and paid for one month membership. Immediately my inbox started to blow up with messages from random chicks. I quickly created filters to ignore girls over 23 years old.

I sent a few openers and then noticed the message in my inbox that caught my attention. She was 22 year old girl with average face and no full body picture. It made me a bit suspicious but the opener, although I don’t remember it exactly, was really creative and really caught my eye. Her name was A. After a quick message exchange on the website we moved to Facebook messenger.

This time, dear reader, I am going to reveal the whole conversation with this girl in a series of screenshots with comments because there are, I believe, a few lessons there. Philippines is said to be the easiest place in a world to get laid and you, supposedly, don’t have to have any game but I don’t think it’s entirely true. Filipino chicks are still flaky and they like to play stupid mind games, which will be apparent when you see the messages.

I was lying in my bed on the 51st floor of Horizon 101 condominium building, the same one I purchased my condo in. She waved me on Messenger and we started to chat.

I had pictures in my Facebook account standing in front of a shelf full of records as well pictures of me spinning a set.

I was already done with the meetings but, hey, I am a busy man doing business in Cebu.

I was so lazy, I didn’t even want to travel anywhere for a date. Coffee Bean Scent is a cafe right downstairs from my Horizons 101 condo. I was trying to protect myself from wasting a couple of hours travelling to a mall for more convenient date in case of a flake.

And she flaked. Good news, I didn’t waste any time so I could just go out and hang out in the bar with S. or do something else.

Here I tried to pitch my favourite gambit. Filipino chicks like the beach and they like the pool. If I invite a chick to swim in a pool at my condo, the following is going to happen. She will need to drop her things at my place, strip to the bikini and go for a swim with me. After we finish, she will need to come back upstairs to take a shower and pick up her stuff. And this is where I planned to make my move. She was the first girl I was going to try it on.

She didn’t bite so I pitched a date at convenient place at the shopping mall.

I shot her my selfie from TGI Friday’s for identification purposes. And here the bullshit started. She had definitely arrived at the mall but she was “too shy” to meet a foreigner. As you can see, I was sitting at the cafe for more than 20 minutes like a tool before she delivered that. What kind of sorcery is that? Is she really shy? Haven’t she met a foreigner before? Kinda plausible, right? Wrong. It was all bullshit, as I will explain later.

I wasn’t much of a player back then so I almost given up on her. But my horniness and determination to get laid took over.

She was actually camping in the doughnut shop across the mall. She never left the camp until I walked there, grabber her by the hand and walked her back to TGI Friday’s where I left my drinks and a meal. She already bought a milkshake at JCO so I didn’t even have to buy her a drink.

The date went nice and smooth. I just made her talk about herself while applying light kino here and there. She was a call-centre agent who used to work for eBay Australia. The funny thing is, she was quite familiar with Aussie slang because, in her words, they specifically trained them in that. She’s been to TGI Friday’s before as it was a favourite place for their corporate outings.

She had a work coming that night so I hugged her goodbye and let her go. Her office was pretty close to the Ayala Mall. Later that night she sent me a “thank you” text.

Here you go. Now she is proposing a swim. All I needed to do is to divert it to the pool.

And it was done. Second date was scheduled as I planned.

Now that is interesting. She posted a Facebook story from a night club just across the road from my place and then shot me this message. My guess, if I weren’t asleep and read the message, I’d fuck her that very night. It was a clear invite to meet. The shyness has disappeared completely. She has already decided to fuck me.

Just some filler banter with her about music.

And we finally met. I was getting really pissy about her flaking again but it was Father’s Day that day so she was hanging out with the family the whole day and still managed to escape to meet me. Instead of 5 pm she arrive at almost 10 pm. That’s how Filipino girls keep a schedule. Apparently, a normal behaviour.

We went upstairs where she dropped her bag and put on a bikini. The pool was about to close so we only had around 30 minutes. We swam and played in the pool for a little while. Lots of touching. She had nice, firm body with wide hips. Eventually the guard asked us to leave the pool as he was going to close the gates.

Upstairs, at my place, she went to the shower and changed into her normal clothes. We sat on a couch next to each other and, within five minutes we were making out. When I took off her bra, I saw one of the greatest pair of tits I had a pleasure to suck on. I didn’t notice it in the pool but these breasts were close to perfection.

We undressed each other and I pulled her to bed. I ate her shaved pussy and she sucked my dick. I tried to stick it in raw but she politely asked for “protection” so the condom went on. The sex was hot. I got into a flow while fucking her. No mind, just the experience.

After we finished, we lied in a bed and talked a bit but, within less than 20 minutes after I blew my load, she excused herself, put her clothes on, grabbed her things and left. Although I was a bit puzzled by this abrupt departure, it was a zero dollar notch. I didn’t even buy her a drink on a first date and she came straight for a swim and a fuck on a second date.

She still messaged me back that night. The next day the storm came over Cebu City so I sent her a ping. She was still messaging back. I didn’t mind a repeat so I kept messaging her.

After a bit of a banter, I seeded another hangout on a weekend.

And we met again at Daft Punk bar. I bought us a couple of beers and we listened to the weird IDM vinyl DJ set. After that we bounced to another bar across the road from my place for a second drink. We chatted about music and her life in Cebu City and then I walked her back to my condo.

As the previous time, within ten minutes we were making out. However, when I tried to slide my hand down her panties, she hesitated. She was on her periods. “I’ll put a towel on a bed and we’ll use a condom,” I told her. She was really horny. The sex was messy but hot. Again, in less than 20 minutes after we finished, she dressed, grabbed her things and left. I am still puzzled as of why.

We kept messaging back and forth after I left the country. I had plans to return to Cebu for Christmas and wanted to see her again. It never happened. I couldn’t get her out. To this day she still watches my Facebook stories and likes my posts.

I’ve learned interesting things about her later, when I had my affair with L. That’s how I know the shyness and flakiness was a bullshit. But this is a story for another day.

To be continued…