Post: #1

Day Game

I've read about half of Day Bang in the past week and this is my 1st approach after exposure to the material.
I was with some other Marine friends, chillin @ Kona de Pele Coffee. I had just made the comment that I wasn't feelin' Kona, not really my kind of atmosphere. One of my friends insisted I go talk to this solo chick. She had walked by the coffee shop once, and was now sitting on the seawall watching the sunset. I walked by her, planning to use an iPad elderly opener, then I noticed she was in fact writing in something diary-like. I didn't like the geometry of this approach (from about her 8'o'clock) but went for it anyway. She was 18-20, face 6, body 7.5 (great legs, good ass, kinda small but nice tits).

“Excuse me, are you writing the next great American novel?”

She laughed of course. We rambled about writing, photography, sunsets, etc. At some point she extended her hand, offered her name, and invited me to sit next to her. Turns out she's a fairly-new tatoo artist, photog, and dancer. She asked what I was doing there, which lead to comments from me about the training we do up near the volcanoes. I dropped a few little negs here and there (So you pass out in the heat, get carsick easily, and don't like ???Whatever, don't remember.....Did you live in one of those bubbles as a kid?)

I started to run GALNUC on her, but couldn't remember half the acronym and things were going smoothly anyway.

Eventually it started to get dark and she said she had to be home b/c of her grandparents curfew. I went for the email-close (since I don't have a US # and she didn't have a phone anyway), and she responded with “Well, if you want you can walk me home so we can keep talking.” She just hit ME with an insta-date.

As I walked her home she opened up with all kinds of personal info about staying with her grandparents, what she'd be doing on the Big Island for the next two months, etc. I took a detour to frolick in the beach for a bit, just to be unpredictable and impulsive.

After a mile+ of walking, we approach her hotel. I'm expecting the night to be over as she had complained of being out past her curfew. Instead she says “I'm just going to check in with them real quick and grab my laptop, I'll meet you in the lounge in 3 minutes.” I told her I'd time her. She comes back with like 30 seconds to spare but I lie and say she didn't make it anyway. She says “I get much better wifi reception over by the pool though.” Obviously baiting me to suggest we move to the pool. I bite.

So now I've got her over at the pool and I'm trying to get her in. She laments forgetting to throw on a bathing suit and yet is loathe to get her clothes wet. I tell her to just take them off and skinny dip. “No! I just met you!”

We do some dancing (which she was great at, and she complemented my own moves “Most guys are terrible dancers”), and at some point I comment that dancing and fighting are similar so she should at least TRY to grapple me. I of course fake a rapid defeat, leaving her practically in my lap and setting up for the kiss, which went well. Around this time 3 old people showed up to use the barbeque. Fuck, this is messing up my chances of getting her naked in the pool.

I made the mistake of dragging her over the seawall out to the rocky area past the pool. Neither of us had shoes on and it was far too sharp and jagged for bare flesh (especially bare asses like I had intended). I think this excursion frustrated her a bit. We get back to the pool area and banter about our respective abilities to dance like strippers. I couldn't convince her to give me a lap dance, so I offer to give her one. She put on Eminem's “Shake That” at my request on her laptop. This basically led to me dry-humping her tits and kissing her. I tried to get her out of her top by kissing around her neckline area and easing off a shoulder strap, but she promptly returned it to it's proper place.

I could kinda feel things stalling. She mentioned she was hungry, and I was concerned because I had no communication with the rest of my unit, so I didn't know their exact position or how they would handle my extended absence. After all, we had a midnight curfew, it takes over an hour to drive to base, and it was already 1930-2000hrs. We agree to call it a night but try to arrange meeting within the next two days further south on the island. Then we kiss and say good night. With more time and better push/pull on my part (i.e. less pull) I'm confident I could have fucked her in or near the pool last night. I still wonder if I made any mistakes in my game, like “See, right THERE is where you should have whipped your dick out and put it in her mouth!”.

Note: I searched on Facebook for her email and sent her a message stating I'd be at two particular locations pretty much where we met, and that I brought my swim trunks. I doubt we can meet tomorrow (she leaves for a different part of the island today) and I leave for the Honolulu area Tuesday. I haven't heard from her, and expect I'll have to chalk this one up as a loss. More proof that if I don't fuck a chick the night I meet her, nothing will come of the interaction, ESPECIALLY when I'm travelling somewhere for less than 3 months. This is especially frustrating because I feel like she was giving me huge IoI's and she was exactly "My Type", i.e. 18-22yo white chick, artistically inclined, with a tight body and sharp wit. Pretty much only Russians and submissive Japanese chicks are higher on my food chain right now.

Night Game
I walked back to the main strip and met back up with my friends and transitioned into a night-game approach on two cute blondes 6.5 and 6, about late 20's-early 30's. I would probably rate them higher if they didn't have that “white chick who tans too much” leathery skin. They were clearly eyeing us from across the small bar and my friends were egging me on to go talk to them. This is an outside oceanside bar with a live rock band. “You're riding high, your testosterone is through the roof right now, GO!!!” I pop over with some BS about them clearly being too shy to just get up and talk to me, so I helped them out by coming to say “Hi.” They turn out to be travelling ER nurses who work in Hilo (on the other side of the island). The 6 used to live in San Diego and had a Marine boyfriend. The 6.5 seemed a bit goofy, mentioned being a huge wine-o, but was otherwise less interesting to talk to. My wing, a short divorced Mexican Staff Sergeant with decent game, comes over and hits the 6 with a good line about how if he had been the gate guard when she came to see her Marine BF, he would have ordered her strip searched. She seemed to eat this up. At some point I made a crack about her being a blonde, which she didn't respond too well to. I took a step away and turned my back to her, which worked beautifully. Eventually I number closed her as a setup for today, but my wing and I were both pissed b/c we were certain that if we didn't have our stupid midnight curfew we would have fucked them. It was gonna take a while for them to get drunk off light beers, but time + fuckup avoidance game was all we needed. Instead we probably just elevated their buying temperature so some other guys could swoop them after they drank more, in which case they won't even be in the mood to meet & fuck today.

Conclusions:
-Note: I've only blown 4 loads the entire month of January. The night of the 2nd, on a Japanese girl's face, the morning of the 3rd, in the shower with the same girl, the night of the 5th (P2P action in Guam), and a wet dream while sleeping in my tent on top of a volcanic hill sometime around the 14th. I'm pretty sure not jerking off at all this month has had a positive impact on my game. I think girls are more receptive and open and my traces of approach anxiety have noticeably decreased.
-When you struggle to game in a foreign language (in my case, Japanese), it can be a useful confidence boost to take a break and game some native English speakers. If your Inner Game still needs some tweaking (like mine) it reminds you that you aren't completely retarded.
- I need to work on my calibration and push/pull. I still struggle to read and classify the different personalities of women and what game works best on them.
- Stick with a clothing style that makes you feel comfortable, sexy, and confident. My friends were ragging on me for “sticking out, and not it a good way”. I was wearing a tight black cycling/athletic shirt, black wife beater, black slacks, and my Harley Davidson boots. Definitely not Hawaiian style. The 1st chick commented on my footwear when we hit the beach and pool, but it didn't dissuade her from sticking her tongue down my throat. I like suits but given my lifestyle/travel limitations they are often impractical. I'm starting to like performance sports wear mixed with business casual, as a subtle form of cybergoth/ Bond villain styling. It's unique yet minimalist, comfortable and durable.
- Chicks are much more tolerant of mediocre game/game fuckups if you are good-looking and interesting. I'm still probably over-gaming though.
- Poor logistics is far more frustrating than poor game. I just turned 29 and I have a curfew (just for this training exercise) like I'm in junior high. I don't have my own transportation here, my schedule is tight (due to work constraints), and I stupidly didn't reactivate my US phone because I had heard my phone company didn't get service up in the mountains where I was working (didn't even consider reception in the areas where I'd be likely to meet girls). I have less than 600 days until I leave the Marine Corps. I try to spend every one of them setting myself up to make at least what I make now ($70k, $45k taxable, with free housing and health care) while being my own boss with a location indepdent and largely schedule-independent lifestyle. Not an easy task but it's one I'm committed to.

Post: #2

Dude, I was in Kona on thanksgiving!

I was in the Big Island for only 5 days and spent 3 nights in Kona, but I got a crazy bang from a cougar on her car!

Something like a 15 min walk from the main party spots, on the direction of the airport on the other side of the bay there is a very tiny local joint my friends and I nicknamed "The Cougar Bar", for obvious reasons. It is a karaoke bar, forgot the name. I went out those 3 night in Kona, over at the main section. Worked my ass off, and contended to going to the cougar bar when things were about to close, where just my presence stirred up all the cougars in the place.

It is a good plan B when you can't get it going with the girls over at those main pubs closer to the beach.

Nice report!

Edit: I was looking over at google maps. Apparently, the "Cougar Bar" is located in this sort of a mall area down Palani Rd., right in the beggining, to your right, on the other side of the street from a ABC store.

It is sort of a "last resort" kinda place, but if you really want to get your nut, you can try heading there after the other places close down, they stay up till a bit later. Local crowd, no hotties, just some doable horny cougars that will suck you dry without much effort. Try it out when the bigger live music venues close down for the night, and if you still feel like getting some.

Post: #3

Well written and interesting report, thanks.

I don't see that you made any mistakes here-sometimes you are just cockblocked by circumstances

"I'm starting to like performance sports wear mixed with business casual, as a subtle form of cybergoth/ Bond villain styling. It's unique yet minimalist, comfortable and durable."

I'm intrigued by this look- it sounds like it would fit my personal style very well.

Could you give any other examples of this type of outfit you wear?

Post: #4

Some fellow Marines snapped these pics of the day game approach above:


I particularly like this 2nd one.

...but I wish they could've gotten a shot of my initial approach, a shot of me sitting next to her, and a shot (after nightfall) of us leaving together. Oh well. It's not like I briefed them or anything.

I was in Kona the next day but Facebook-messaging this chick had FAR too long of a turnaround time so it all came to nothing as I expected. On Monday, the two nurses responded that they were lounging on the beach all day, but we were packing our gear during the day and they worked that night. Again, fail due to circumstances/logistics.

I went looking for the karaoke cougar bar but when I found it (2100hrs on a Sunday) it was dead, which didn't surprise me.

(01-22-2012 09:36 PM)MrXY Wrote:  "I'm starting to like performance sports wear mixed with business casual, as a subtle form of cybergoth/ Bond villain styling. It's unique yet minimalist, comfortable and durable."

I'm intrigued by this look- it sounds like it would fit my personal style very well.

Could you give any other examples of this type of outfit you wear?

Tonight I went out wearing this shirt, a black wife beater, and these pants, again with my usual Harley boots (I plan to get some slightly dressier-looking boots made when I get back to Japan in a few days). I like it because athletic clothing tends to have intricate textures, yet the clothing is functional unlike cybergoth stuff that is just for exaggerated styling. It gets you reasonably close to the styling of Mass Effect or Deus Ex Human Revolution without looking like a cosplayer.

Honolulu Evening Game:
My willpower broke and I rubbed one out in the hotel shower. I haven't had access to a private shower in 20+ days. Even a few minutes of viewing porn for the 1st time in a month probably didn't help either.

We arrived much later than expected and I found myself walking the streets of Waikiki hungry (for food and pussy) just after dark. The guys at the front desk had already told me about some bars, but I'd use the "where is xxxx?"opener anyway, it's been one of my favorites for months now. So I walk into a Subway and spot a decent-looking blonde. I order my sandwich and as she turns to leave I hit her with "Excuse me, you look like a party girl, where is Zanzibar?" (a local nightclub)

She smirks at the neg and gives me directions but doesn't stick around to talk. I get my sandwich and spot another chick nearby. This one is tall (easily 5'10"), nice legs, small tits, sandy blonde hair pulled back. Call it 6.5. She seems to be standing around doing nothing besides occassionally playing with her phone.

"Excuse me, I asked this other chick where Zanzibar is but I don't think she's from around here so I wonder if she gave me bad directions." (delivered in one long breath)

After verifying the location I had already received, she says she's not from around here either and rarely goes out. I think I may have asked her about some other bars and whatnot. Turns out she is just waiting by this particular bar where she left her ID card, but she misjudged their opening time, leaving her to stand around for the next hour.

"Well, I've got some time to kill too so why don't we walk around a bit and keep talking?"

She agrees. She's 19, from Switzerland (YES! love me some Swiss bitches), hasn't been in Hawaii long, and is somewhat frustrated that she can't drink in most places. In the process of walking her around the block twice, I get her to agree to sit with me in my hotel lobby while I eat, enticing her with the offer of my getting drinks for her.

I don't remember all of the details, but I pretty much spent the next two hours or so talking and making out with her right on the couch in the hotel lobby (with Marines that I work with coming and going and trying to conceal their grins). We took a short interlude to go get her ID card back at the bar, a perfect opportunity for her to leave, but she stuck around for more.

Highlights:
-After the second kiss she exclaimed "I like your lips." I started using kisses as "rewards" for compliant behaviour on her part. As she got more touchy-feely, she also said "I like your abs too." I barely have abs right now. I feel soft and out of shape, yet even my thin yet still-toned build seems to be a pleasant surprise to most women. Guys have GOT to work out and improve their physiques. It's such a money-maker.

-I'd say I did a much better job of push/pull. If she didn't respond the way I wanted to something, I'd shift a few feet away from her on the couch and look around the room, ignoring her.

-She was very indecisive, always answering with a "maybe" or "maybe not". I switched to just directing her "Sit down, you are having another drink." She was utterly compliant except:

-She said early on "I'm not going upstairs with you." I just ignored it, as the last Swiss chick I banged in Vegas fed me a similar line. However, I could NOT get around her opposition on this. Telling her I'd buy her a cab to get her home didn't help (in hindsight, probably too rational of a move). Perhaps my mistake was feeding a 5'10 normal-bodied female a mere two vodka/cranberries. Probably needed 4-5. Not getting her drunk enough probably cost me the lay. I don't like relying on alcohol since I don't drink myself, so trying to get a chick boozed up always feels incongruent.

-One of my degenerate buddies walked by and glanced at us before moving away, but just this short exchange made her uncomfortable enough to exclaim "I don't like your friends." I noticed it made her more aggressive about leaving. Total failure to move to an effective seduction location on my part, even if she tacitly agreed to being an exhibitionist.

We ended up saying a passionate goodbye outside in front of the hotel as she rubbed my dick through my extremely thin golf pants. She'll be heading back to Switzerland in a few weeks and seemed genuinely interested in me visiting. I told her I'm planning a trip to Ireland this Spring (banged a Brit lawyer in Vegas back in March, she just added me on Facebook out of the blue, I intend to either fuck her or at least crash at her place) so hitting Switzerland is a real possibility.

I dunno, I'm still kinda bummed that I've once again had a chick on the precipice of spreading her legs and somehow dropped the ball. I'm not gonna beat myself up too much, though. I've done <10 day approaches in the past week and they've resulted in 2 heavy makeouts in under an hour. It's progress, at least.

Also, my objective isn't soley SNL pump&dumps. I'm trying to build an International Harem, primarily of quality 18-25yo white chicks, so planting seeds like this may not be a total loss. Or maybe I'm just trying to come up with excuses for not getting my dick wet. I of course didn't let the night end there though...

Honolulu/Waikiki Night Game:
Not much to say except FUCK NIGHT GAME. I will say, though, that Waikiki seems to have a disproportionate number of white blonde exchange students, ranging from Norwegians to Australians. It was a very target-rich environment, but it was equally full of drunk douches and guys with TERRIBLE game often inadvertently cockblocking us both with their lame conversations. Sometimes it sucks to be nocturnal.

Post: #5

Two of our enlisted guys tag-teamed a blonde Australian chick. Some others may have joined to turn it into a proper train, not sure.

My friend, who made SubwaySwiss uncomfortable, apparently sat around drinking @ the hotel bar until a solitary blonde wandered into the hotel. He pounced, and ended up blowing loads in her. Now he's paranoid that he's got the HIV or something (he's recently married).

He said to me this morning "Dude, I don't know how you didn't find something and get laid. There was plenty for the taking."

Ugh....FAIL. Oh well. I don't have a hangover and I'm not wracking my soul in fear of passing an STD to a wife, so I'm actually in a better mood than he is...

Post: #6

I suspect your problem is that you're gaming 6s. These chicks are the type that almost NEVER let loose because they're so self conscious. All of them are almost hot but not quite. What I've found is that if you're a good looking guy, they assume you think they're easy because you are so much better looking OR they are so overwhelmed that it's just a matter of logistics to bang them.

I suggest going after hotter targets. I'm guessing this is your normal type of girl. Case in point, I'm txting 2 different girls at the same time, one a blonde 7, the other an 8+ Greek Brunette (body is smoking) I've met both of these girls once, the day I number closed (also at the same venue, feet from one another). I don't feel like going out so I tell them both that I'm cooking and to come over.

Blonde: Um...I don't usually go to a guys house that I barely know...

Me: Well that's good. If u usually did Id be concerned. Ur still invited

Blonde: lol well I'll gladly meet you for a drink

And the brunette: See? Now that is a nice invitation! But I can't tonight, I'm already in bed, I can come by after training on wed or thur?

So you see, the girl you expect to lay because your Dating market value is so much higher is still in skeptical mode because she's pretty sure you only want one thing while the girl that's in your range is secure enough to think its just because you like each other.

Also, forget the goth bicyclist look, you are trying too hard or it will be mistaken as not knowing how to dress. You can add your own flair to a more classic look and do much better.

Great report.

Post: #7

I agree with Fisto.

You're overgaming, under-looking girls for a Fit & smart looking marine (from the Pics). You dont need to attract them much, comfort might be.

I'd say Logistics is whats messing stuff up for you.

You might try the "not kissing" before you get to a "fuck" venue thing. A room, a room balcony, tent, beach .. somewhere..