Friday, July 29, 2022 – New York City

Today started out SUCKING, then turned out to be AWESOME.

Daygame – 5 approaches, 0 numbers

Daygame has been absolutely terrible in New York the last few weeks.

Fridays used to be the land of milk and honey. I would meet with all my wings, we’d troll around Soho having fun and approaching girl after girl. Now, the land is barren. No girls, no sets. It’s incomprehensible. I simply do not understand the patterns and movements of girls in this city.

In the past, I would get out at 4 PM or 4:30 PM and stay out nonstop until promoting started at 11:30 PM. I tried for a couple hours, then simply headed home in frustration with nothing but my lamb over rice to comfort me.

Promoting

I only had 11 girls confirmed for the night, so I was worried that it was also going to be a tough night of promoting (my quota is 20). I stayed around on the Lower East Side doing promoting approaches, but no one bit for the night so I just grabbed their IGs for future nights.

At 11:30 I headed over to the club and hoped for the best. My girls were late, so I approached two Jersey girls standing outside for fun (easy cold read because they all dress hyper-slutty with tight skirts and heels). They were here with another promoter who was well-known, but he was late. I made fun of him being late and grabbed one of their contacts for a future night. I dubbed her the “Italian” because she was from Jersey, super tan, and looked very Sicilian.

Finally my girls started trickling in, and I walked in my first group of 7. After 45 minutes or so, I was surprised to look up and find the two Jersey girls standing in front of my table! Their promoter never showed, so I invited them to spend the night with me as well. They were perfect eye candy, because the “Italian” was by far the best looking girl at the table — I give her a 7.5 with extreme sex appeal.

I ended up walking in 18 girls, so all was well. Chad was out with a case of COVID, so I was worried about managing the table, but it ended up being alright, and I was able to just chill back, talk to all the girls, and update him via Telegram for the adventures that followed.

The first happening was when the Jersey girls went to the bathroom. For some reason, as I touched the Italian to escort her by, she cozied up right into my arms. Like “wait, THIS is interesting.” I grabbed her by the hips, looked into her eyes and said “Why are you so….?” “I know what you’re going to say!” “Yeah, what am I going to say? What am I going to say?” I moved my face ever closer to hers. We stayed like this touching and flirting while her friend fucked off to the bathroom. I teased a pull but she said she wouldn’t leave her friend during the night. Finally I let her go at some point.

Then, all of a sudden this Bosnian girl at my table started grinding her ass on me. ALSO very interesting, I had never had a flirty interaction with her up to this point. Later on in the night she started a stream of playful negs, exactly like a elementary school girl when she liked a guy. I just threw them all back in her face. We ended up having a few more flirty moments but I wasn’t sure how far to push it since her roommate is becoming a table regular.

Finally, out of the aether comes a Ukrainian girl that was part of a group of 5 girls and 4 guys I walked in. She’s asking me questions and thrusting her phone in my face to get her Instagram. I have the feeling she’s a little close, and sure enough, she starts grinding on me as well! I reach down and grab ass, knowing full well that the Italian can see me. The Italian starts openly flirting with a guy at our neighbor table to get back at me.

Sidenote: this has happened every time I try a preselection play: the girl will automatically find some other guy to flirt with. I wonder if this is a bad thing or a good thing in the end.

Eventually I let the Ukrainian go and she disappears back off into the aether.

I continue managing the table until almost all the girls leave. Eventually there are just four left, including the two Jersey girls.

I find myself sitting next to the Italian again. I had been texting Chad exclaiming how excited I was that a white girl was into me, rationalizing that maybe it was because she was Sicilian and had a jacked dad with a shaved head who was super masculine (in general in NYC it’s very hard to get white girls the more masculine you are, assuming you don’t have other hypergamous traits).

Well, I lean over and say “Wait, are you actually Italian?” “No, I’m Salvadorean!”

Jesus christ. Of course. This explains the innate attraction from her part. I’m just exactly her type. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, because she’s hot as fuck.

The friend excuses herself to the bathroom, and I start seeding a date, knowing that it won’t be possible to pull her tonight. I start talking up my rooftop and how I’m going to cook her a nice meal and get to know her before I fuck her silly. At some point, after resisting a makeout like a dozen times, she gets turned on, grabs my face, and starts violently making out with me. I grab her ass, tits, even reach back from behind her dress and try to finger her. Every time I pull away, she just grabs me and starts again. I see out of the corner of my eye her friend come back and then nope the fuck out of there.

The club starts shutting the VIP section down so we stop, but not before I try to pull again and she says no. So Tuesday it is. I say goodbye to her friend, thank the girls, and tell her I’ll DM her tomorrow. I give this a 2% chance of pulling through to a date.

The Pancake Mouse is back on the open streets of Manhattan, biking around, hitting on girls, doing promoting approaches, until I arrive in my home neighborhood of the Lower East Side. On our favorite fishing corner, I run into about 7 of my wings, and we quickly recap the night, before heading north to the East Village for a round of jolly ol’ gutter game (the girls who went out in LES often walk north back home in the East Village where sometimes you can pick them off). This was the exact situation of the girl I was about to approach.

I see a modestly-dressed brown girl crossing the street. Now, I’ve been lamenting for the past week (way longer, really) how I have zero frame with brown girls because my face is too hard and my look is too dirty. Generally they like tall white guys with soft faces and clean looks.

She was a little shocked at first, but she stopped, and as the conversation started flowing, she opened up. She just graduated from a UC school and moved to New York for an internship, and she was heading home after a night out in LES. After about three minutes of conversation, I asked if she liked rooftops. She asked where, I told her on my building and that I didn’t live too far. She said “How far, like 10, 15?” indicating she actually was willing to go. She agreed.

I can’t believe this actually worked. I was pulling a comfort Indian girl from gutter game. As we walked back, she asked me to tell her my life story because she found me interesting. I gave her a bunch of DHV highlights and we filled the walk with comfort-building conversation.

As we got into my building, I saw her looking down at her phone and she lost track of the conversation. I stopped talking, and I looked back and she had her phone up to her ear: “Did you call me? What’s up?” The sound reverberated throughout our empty lobby.

I locked my bike up as I eavesdropped.

“How was your night?”

Wait, seriously? This bitch is making chitchat as I’m about to pull? I heard a male’s voice on the phone and he sounded VERY beta. I typed a flurry of messages into my Groupchat as I listened to the conversation. It was banal as fuck and I was so confused why she was entertaining this. The guy sounded extremely needy and friendzoned. He was asking her where she was and she was having to lie, it was hilarious. She eventually put him on mute and said “Sorry, sorry, I have to step outside.” I cocked my eyebrows at her and said “This is extremely interesting” She excused herself while I sat down in my lobby. I thought at this point that she might just leave.

Three minutes later, she appeared at the building door and I walked over and let her in.

“Hey, I have to go. I REALLY need to call this person. I’ll give you my number, I really have to talk to this person though”
“Is he on mute?”
“Yeah, why”
“He wants to fuck you so bad”
“Why”
“Just hang up”
“No, he’s my good friend”
“No, I know, but he’s so friendzoned”
“Yeah, but I feel bad”
“Just say hey I’ll call you later and hang up”
“No, I can’t. I’ll give you my number, I’d love to hang out but I have to stay on the phone”

I reluctantly took her number.

“Honestly, we had a thing. It was a problem and then.. yeah. he hasn’t called me in like months”
“Just call him back”
“I can’t”
“OK. Get out of here.”

This is how I know the universe is truly trolling all of us. Pull a girl into my building from the street and her ex calls her after three months at 4 AM to MOG the pull.

Another Pancake Mouse adventure.

Honestly, I was happier that the pull failed in this way than if I had actually fucked the girl. For one, I proved that gutter game pulls were possible (my wings have a bunch of pulls like this but I have been unable to make them work), but secondly, it made for a hilarious story.