Ace, Thanks for your message. I would be happy to guide you for a few days of daygame here in Belgrade. What I gather from your message is that you have your head on square. That’s a good thing. I do have some questions for you, but I will first answer your’s. First off, Paris…

SMV, status, what is it? What is it not? Status is independence. Both body and mind. Being able to forge one’s own path, to say no to the crowds, not being pushed off course by the expanse of opinions, and allowing the intelligent opinions to take pause. It is something that some have, and some…

There is an internet PUA by the name pancake mouse that has thouroughly annoyed me over the years. He works from the premise that “Game” is a mechanical device one can use to inflict mind control upon women. I say mechanical because I can deduct by pancake mouse’s rhetoric that he believes words and social…

Sunshine and wrestling squirrels chasing each other around the tree trunks. A cigarette. An old cheap sweater that you throw on when you just don’t care about meeting women. The chair is reclined in the shady part of the park. It’s days like this when I think I’ve had enough women. Plenty of memories to…

He met her outside the grocery store. She was walking out with a paper bag in her arms. They shared a small glance. Her eyes were deep and dark with the aura of an old forest. They struck him. And he turned back and jogged after her waving her down. She stopped and begin to…

It’s a cold Thursday night in the fall. My wings and I are scraping through the piss soaked trash along the curb for a gutter game set. We are in the clutches of the fangs of daygame, the poison leaks into our souls. Disheveled and crazed emptiness in our eyes. We’re like a trio of…

A girl in a black cat suit. Her skin is white as a wedding cake, her hair is straight blonde like a wheat field. “Excuse me!” I call out from behind. She stops and turns. A look of surprise. I slow down and close the distance slowly. My spine weighed back, hands out at my…

I was young and dumb with a dream walking with lions. I wanted to becoming one of the great players I’d read about in my years prior. A high calling; to me becoming a player was as high and unlikely as attaining sainthood. I knew it would be difficult and that once I began down…

My daygame has struggled over the last year and a half ever since I fell in love. She was a young and wild one, her thick brown hair tangled like a mess of seaweed. We met in the street on my usual route and everything fell in place. It felt so easy; I felt so…