It’s July 2015, I quit my job, sold my car and my possessions, I have a good amount in the bank and I’m in my best shape in years. Months of travelling are planned, life is good, I feel free and eager to finally travel the world, my life as dictator of the sharehouse is over as it proof to be a uneffective way to get the women that I wanted in my life. I hand my role to the friend who shared this enterprise with me, he gave up on game later after getting a girlfriend through social circle, they look like they will get married in the future.
My social-political beliefs are going through a change, I’ve been a leftie for years and my social circle in Australia reflected it: the neighbourhood i lived, my membership to the Australian Green Party, my equalist beliefs, the way i dressed. It’s all about to be changed, I stopped liking these progressive circles, full of people that preached values and forced them to others and lived their own lifes by a completely opposite set of principles. My major disagreement was with feminists, male and female. Feminism is to me a phony and hateful ideology that promotes a fake narrative.
I see now looking back that my trip was a search for identity, to find out what kind of person I am and what kind of life I want for me, seeing the world was definitely something that helps a lot when it comes to that. Was I still a collectivist progressive or was I something else? the whole concept of being a Sigma Male appealed to me, a growing sense of independence and self-reliance but I had still to give a shot to my old beliefs.
The first part of my trip was in India like my hippie friends did, I wanted to try the great things my social circle said this place had to offer. Soon after I arrived I found myself completely disinterested in meditation, the local culture or socializing with hippy travelers. I ended up going to the most touristic places with a cute young english girl that I wanted to sleep with but couldn’t. I was completely sure by the end of my time there was nothing that interested me about that place and that Europe was probably best for me.
My european girlfriend was back at her country and I decided to give a shot to the experience of living together with a girl, I spent three months in her country and met her family. I only have good things to say about her and the people I met there, she did make me consider the possibility of settling down. I didn’t know what to do.
By the time I was in Europe my interest in Daygame has been established, I went through dozens of posts from the Nick Krauser blog and I bought one of his books, watched lots of videos of him, Tom Torero and Street Attraction. I could not let myself give up on game without trying the form of it that seemed to suit more my personality, doing that would mean the acknowledgement of my defeat and quit my ambition of living life at its fullest, having sex and affection from many different hot young women is definitely part of that. A trip was planned to London (the so-called Mecca of Daygame) to finally try this craft.
A week in London and an approach anxiety that made me not make a single approach, depressing. I weaseled myself by doing only tourism and travelling afterwards to the north of England to meet with friends, I was betraying myself and at the same time I was angry at me for doing that. I had to stop being a coward and give this a serious shot: I booked an airbnb apartment in central Prague (the city Torero recommended for beginners), It was going to be a whole month in a place I knew no one. I had two options: Get bored or fucking approach!