London. Daygame capital of the world.
What’s it like? What is it like to live the daygame dream? To walk these hallowed streets..
As I’ve been here for the last few months doing just this I thought I’d give a brief overview of my thoughts on the matter.
The great benefit to doing daygame in London is that the supply of sets is to all intents and purposes infinite. Few cities in the world can provide this. In London you can go out every day for a month, doing 20 sets per day, and probably in the whole month you might accidentally open the same girl once, if at all. Nobody will be watching you. Nobody will remember you. Nobody cares. It is an ocean of people: an endless, ever-replenishing stream of fish to be fished.
London is a vibe-sapping place to do daygame. The streets are literally busier, noisier and less pleasant than virtually all civilized European cities. You will get jostled, bumped and enraged far more often in London. Furthermore, London is multi, not mono, cultural due to the massive amount of tourism and immigration. Multicultural cities are unpleasant as there is no shared set of principles, so everyone just treats everyone else like shit.
London is Mega-City One. It’s a decaying and depraved society splintered into urban tribes. Freaks and weirdos are everywhere. Increasingly, people identify with one of a series of cliques: they’re either the hipster, the goth, the skater, the socialite, the fashionista, the bro.. the list goes on.
Every street features a crack-addled beggar or a perfectly healthy, young and neatly turned out beggar. Rich Chinese tourists yell and scream into their selfie sticks whilst blundering in front of black cabs. Weird Koreans wearing clogs huddle in scared groups in the corner of coffee bars. Flamboyant faggots trounce around screaming at each other, eyes roving the street for someone to get angry at. Obese Arabs wander Oxford Street trailing their families behind them like materialistic Jawas. Enormous gangs of retarded Spanish language students wander round with vacant expressions, yelling and gesticulating to each other.
Daygame in London requires dedicated vibe recovery time.
First, I swear there are simply more men here than in Europe, a fact which is entirely possible given the massive, mainly male immigration London has experienced. As for the quality of girl: it’s generally poor. It’s nowhere near unworkable, but it’s a sea of 5’s, 6’s and low 7’s. The average girl here is simply dumpier and more poorly dressed than in Europe. Until you travel, probably to Eastern Europe, you simply do not understand what you are missing. When I first went to Zagreb I was so amazed at the overall difference in the quality and bearing of the women I almost had a breakdown. In Prague, the default level of attractiveness is simply higher, almost entirely due to bodyweight and fashion.
London lacks inspirational girls, the dream daygame girls that I crave: hot, young, slender and feminine. Introverted, interesting and interested. Girls that have something about them. In London I may encounter a couple per week. In Prague, perhaps one or two a day. In the FSU perhaps four or more a day.
Due to the UK’s political faggotry it is now far harder for Russians (and bizarrely the Japanese) to get tourist visas to London. This has had a disastrous effect on the quality and quantity of the higher-end daygame sets that London contains.
London is big, although the daygameable area seems small. It’s only until you travel that you realise London’s daygameable area actually is big, compared to foreign cities. In London, even the most boring and predictable daygamers can put together a circuit which takes a couple of hours to complete without intersection. Bold daygamers can travel out to suburbs and do daygame there.
Oxford Street is legendary. The daygame Mecca of the world. A frothing tsunami of rushing shoppers bearing down upon every inch of the pavement. It’s contradictory: both the most consistent place to spot solo girls of minimum attractiveness yet the hardest place to open them. Oxford Street fucks with one’s vibe terribly. It’s just damn hard to open due to the press of people! Furthermore, Oxford St bears the brunt of the worst excesses of PUA spam-opening, so there’s a higher chance there that girls have just been opened by another, probably creepy, PUA. I avoid the place. It’s too busy and messes with my vibe. However, I will occasionally work the outer, less crowded reaches of it if I want a rapid number of warm up sets to begin the day.
Daygamers, including me, are obsessed with how many other daygamers there are. Some instructors say it doesn’t matter: “a confident approach will always be taken well”. Girls are hit on endlessly in bars, right? Yet they still get picked up. On the other hand, daygame is definitely getting harder and reactions poorer. As the years pass the number of girls getting relentlessly opened by retarded Approach-Monkeys increases. There are only so many hot girls in their twenties, even in a city like London. I remember the days back in 2010 when most girls hadn’t been opened… ah!
The end conclusion? It’s still doable. I really don’t see a lot of other daygamers. I used to see them all the time back in 2010, there were often dozens in Covent Garden alone. Now I often walk the entire day and don’t see more than one or two. Rumour has it there are around 50 active daygamers in London. Per week that’s probably far, far less than 500 girls opened.
Reactions in London, for me at least, are generally uninspiring towards poor. However, London is a city of wildcards. In all the cities I’ve been to, London is odd in that it is the only city where you get reactions like: shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, AMAZING, shit, shit, shit, shit, etc. London is wildcard city. As my recent experiments have shown, my current statistics show that I’ll essentially every 60 approaches get 58 reactions of complete disinterest, one good reaction and a number from a girl who seems Suspicious-On, and one killer reaction from a Super-On girl who I’ll almost (or actually) fuck.
London always retains the capacity to surprise you. In London I spent weeks and weeks of nothing, then within 3 days almost bedded two teenagers.
English girls are to be avoided wherever possible. Reactions from English girls are very noticeably poorer than all other nationalities (bar Asian). Most daygamers in London will not open girls if they appear English. Contrary to opinion, not all English girls are unattractive, physically. They are nearly all, however, unattractive once personality is taken into account. Perhaps I should say ‘unattracteable’ instead?
Usually English girls offer immediate distinterest, they rarely ‘engage’ with the set and the situation. English girls, being raised feminist, dehumanize men by removing men’s right to sexually express themselves. Men must simply exist, and they must pick from amongst them those which they desire. Being maculinized, they prefer docile, controllable Betas who are their own age and pretty. Actually coming forward as a man, chatting up a girl and progressing an interaction is absolutely contrary to everything they find attractive. Daygame itself kills attraction with English girls. Daygame does, however, work very well with American girls in London for a variety of factors, which is another post in itself.
London is a fascinating city to Daygame in because you are surfing at the edge of two different forces crashing together and reacting. On the one hand, you have a Feminist society, with aggressive and masculinized local girls with their sadly sky high SMV. On the other hand, you have a constant influx of tourists and FOB’s from non-Feminist countries, who are more attractive and have lower SMV. Additionally, as a daygamer you represent a Red Pill man, acting to his own agenda and like it or not, a force contrary to the western socialist/feminist societal decay. Ironically… you are enacting this agenda at the hotseat of this decay.
London Daygame, at the minute, and for me at least, can be boiled down to this: it’s consistent, it’s doable but it’s a chore. It’s about putting up with reams of nothing to get the occasional fantastic reaction and opportunity, which is very much likely and possible once enough work is done. What I am doing is filtering the streets, casting a net, and looking essentially for a girl who is:
b) a tourist
c) if not a tourist then who has not become tainted
I only have a couple more weeks left. I’m going to try and make the most of it.