(06-15-2017 03:52 AM)Australia Sucks Wrote: O.P. the main problem is no doubt that you are in Germany. If you were a country more conducive to meeting women you wouldn't even need strong game. Just spam approaching with mediocre game is enough to get you laid somewhat consistently in the right countries.
Yes, this is what I had thought for a long time and, in a sense, I still believe it to be true. Germany is not good a territory for daygame if you compare it with countries in South America, eastern Europe or South East Asia, but it's still possible, all the same, I've come to realize. It's obvious to me from meeting the occasional Polish or Russian girl during my daygaming sessions how much more receptive central and eastern European women are to being opened compared to their German peers, but, because I happen to like the German phenotype and I'm currently happy in my current German habitat, I've resisted the not inconsiderable temptation to move to greener, or should I say, pinkier pussy pastures further east.
But I digress, since I wanted to describe in this space my experiences since last posting on this forum, in particular those occurring in the last 48 hours, which have been bizarre, to put it mildly. During this time, I've scaled back the number of approaches - partly out of exhaustion from getting so very little out of the process - but have seen my results suddenly sky-rocket in the last few days. Now, whether this is just co-incidence or down to my advancing no-fap streak (currently on day 44 on monk mode), increased working out (just push-ups, no gym activities) or on account of some other mysterious factor, I can't say, but I what I can say is that there has been a sudden reduction in the flakiness of women who have given me their contact details and, on top of this, of women who have asked me for my details before I've had the chance to ask them.
Today, for example, has been nothing short of mind-boggling: During the meet up with a HB6.5 who, incidentally, had asked me out on a date after I'd given her my phone number, I noticed that she was giving me quite strong "fuck me" eyes during our conversation. In the past, I'd have royally self-sabotaged myself by playing it safe and so refrained - or should I rather say restrained - myself from doing anything to risk coming off as "creepy", thus guaranteeing that I wouldn't see the woman again for dust. This morning, however, after a few seconds of locking eyes with her and, in utter silence, I take my hand and start stroking her face. She then leans in and I just go straight for the kiss and we then start making out very quickly. Unfortunately, she had to catch a train to another part of the country that morning and won't be back in town for a few weeks, but at least it's a start, I think to myself on our parting ways.
But it gets better as the day wears on. Although I feel she's a very strong contender to finally end my epic 3+ year dry spell, thus lessening the incentive for me to continue gaming, I wonder to myself what will happen were I try opening a few more sets. After all, it's hardly like I've got anything to lose, since the momentum is with me and it often makes to sense to continue playing the game when you're on a roll. So, it's now noon and, after a couple of blowouts in the supermarket, I chance upon a leggy brunette, nerdy-looking and sporting those ironic but for me, at least, sexy dark-rimmed glasses that seem so ubiquitous as female accessories these days. Now, bearing in mind that this is a native German, late 20s HB7, a type that has repeatedly given me the boyfriend line or blown me off as a matter of course in the past, I wasn't even expecting her to give me the time of day. Anyway, the set starts off awkwardly, but she is still talking, so I persist but don't really expect it to go anywhere. However, I notice, again, the eye-fucking I'm getting from her is telling me something else, even though I have the feeling that I'm running out conversational fuel to keep the conversation alive. But then something odd happens: As other shoppers start to build up, trying to get past us and it's clear we're causing a bit of an obstruction at the entrance to the shop, she asks me whether I've got time to grab a coffee with her. I play it cool and tell her, OK, but not for long, since I've got to get back to work in less than an hour and we so go and grab a quick coffee in the bakery around the corner. But it gets stranger still once we're sat down in the coffee shop. After finding out that she works for a music academy, but only in the capacity of a secretary, she starts asking about my interests and I let it slip that I've an interest in German philosophy. As soon as I mention this, her eyes light up like a Christmas tree and she proceeds to reveal an interest in Heidegger's works, which I happen to know reasonably well and which then really set the conversational fire alight. After I bail from the coffee shop, she ends up walking with me to my tram stop, even though it's in the opposite direction to where she wanted to go and we conclude our instdate by her handing me her contact details.
The cherry on the cake, however, came when I spotted a leggy brunette in the main mall in the city and she seemed to flash me an IOI. At first I wasn't going to react to this, since I was ready to open another set that I'd spotted just before, but some strange voice in my head told me to go after her instead. Wearing a low-cut and tight-fitting dress with a figure to die for, including a bountiful rack quite out of place on a typical German woman, I assumed that she must be foreign. Anyway, I run after her and catch up with her just as she exits the mall and run my usual routine on her. At first, I'm thinking, what's the point, she's easily an HB8, there's no way she isn't already dating some guy, probably a sugar daddy type or other form of sponsor, but I just continue to see where it all goes. True to her high SMV, she lets me do all the rowing in the conversation - well, it's still a Q & A session at this stage - but, just like in the previous two encounters, I notice her eyes are really starting to sparkle and get very intense, flaring up during those moments when I give her the elevator up-down look, visually soaking up everything that she has on very public display. But then things take a turn into the Twilight Zone: After mentioning my love of classical music, she tells me that used to play as a professional musician for a world-famous orchestra and then starts to reel off some famous conductors that she's performed with. After trying to call her out for bullshitting me, she starts to name various performances that I can check on YouTube, so I start to mentally make notes. After about 10 minutes of conversation about music, I tell her that I've got to go and finish my shopping and, before I get chance to go, she asks me for my number and says that we should meet up in the near future. The cherry on the cake, though, is when I get home and check YouTube and recognize multiple videos of her in the orchestra, not just in Germany, but around the world.
I'm still trying to process all of this, from the make-out with the German girl in the coffee shop this morning who had asked me out and then paid for our drinks, to the girl in the shop who instadated me and who had a burning interest in the philosophy of Heidegger, right through to the professional musician who personally knows some of the world's most famous conductors. To say that you couldn't make this shit up would be the understatement of the year.
The most unnerving part of all of this is that I can't say what has changed in my approaches. I've recently crossed the 1000 approach line, but that in and of itself had actually made me feel more depressed than anything else, since I had produced so little by way of results to show for it, until quite recently.
Have any of you ever experienced anything like this? That is, that one piece of success with a woman suddenly snowballs into multiple successes in close succession?
One thought which has been vexing me today as a result is the following: That women can detect when a guy has had physical contact with another woman through some psychic mechanism, since I am 100% convinced that nothing has changed in either my body language or even the delivery of my Game that can explain this otherwise. This same phenomenon, although not in not quite an extreme a way as today, occurred to me around 6 weeks ago, in similar circumstances: I had been on a long no-fap streak and took a bratty 23-year old hottie out on a date. After she was blowing hot and cold, I got fed up with her and gave her an ultimatum, "It's either fuck me or fuck off" and she then took me back to her bedroom. Unfortunately for me, I encountered stiff LMR as she experienced pangs of conscience about the fact that she was about to cheat on her beta bitch of a boyfriend that she had posted up on her smartphone, so that escapade didn't go anywhere. But the same day, I also instadated a German girl visiting from another part of the country who gave me insanely intense eye-fucking from the get go of opening her, even though I never saw her again.
What is happening here? I can't understand how I can go for weeks and get one blow out and another and then suddenly have desirable girls not just asking me out but also instadating me. What's the piece of the jigsaw that I'm missing here? Have I finally lost the plot but just don't realize it?