In this blog, I will try to stray away from lay reports. There is an argument to be made that Game concepts can be passed on effectively through lay reports. There are actually 6 volumes of Krauser’s memoirs to be made on this point. However, even if that is true, I am against the concept fundamentally. Game is about action and self-discovery. Lay reports are living another person’s story. It is the opposite of what Game should be. The second hander in Ayn Rand’s words. That being said, I will make an exception for my recent SDL as it makes a good case for the reality of Athens Daygame.
Athens never ceases to amaze me with its non-traditional Daygame. This place requires balls of steel and unshakable confidence. On the surface, my stats for the year are stellar. I have done a grand total of around 15 sets. A prolonged heat wave and a 1 month trip barely allowed volume. These 15 sets resulted in 2 idates and a date. With the final idate turning into a 2-hour SDL.
Cool, sounds like slaying it left and right. What the stats don’t say is that the other 12 girls barely stopped. It is a feature of Athens. I have a full post analyzing Daygame here, but the core dynamics are as follows:
- There are no Universities around.
- The daygamable demographics reduce to tourists and Greeks working in Tourism.
- Both groups are incredibly flakey. With the Greeks themselves leaning into mannerless hustle mentality.
- The tourists stay for 1-3 days in Athens
There you have it. Greeks, that you are really not that keen to date – hot, but of really low quality of people. And tourists who allow only r-selected adventure sex. Athens, therefore, is a feast or famine place. There are sets of glory, and there is “taking it on the chin”. If you have the balls and confidence to pull this off here, Athens will provide amazing adventures. Honestly, the hardest (and only real) pitfall is managing your own state.
Regardless, bread and butter daygame this is not. I can barely remember the last time I felt happy about “just” getting a number, and there is a general push for fast escalation. At least my famous 15 date streak without a lay finally ended on the 16th date (albeit, it boggles my mind so many dates happened in only 60-70 approaches).
On to the lay report… Anafiotika is the old school area of Athens. Mid-20th-century architecture of small retro buildings in hues of yellow with rooftop terraces and gardens. A small preserve of Greek spirit before all buildings turned into square blocks. Of course, these buildings are either abandoned or refurbished as cafes and restaurants. The cafes themselves provide terraces with breathtaking views of Acropolis. Truly, an ideal spot for dates.
Corin was walking in a carefree manner, looking at the buildings while also trying to find her way. She was petite, tanned, and surprisingly blessed with amazing assets in the upper and lower departments. I was talking with my friend on the phone, the last 40 minutes, and I hadn’t found any sets, and I was getting bored. “Let me call you in 5 mins,” I tell my friend as I hang up and give chase. Corin opens easily, but I note the distance between us in set. She doesn’t really let me close it yet. Eye contact is good, and conversation is flowing. She is on her second day in Athens and leaves tomorrow. She is after a long day of walking the monuments. After a 5-minute chat, I bounce her to a terrace cafe nearby.
Getting to know each other goes well. After about 10 minutes, is time for some nuclear value display. Athens is filled with history and propositions for intellectual mastery. You can talk about history, philosophy, Christianity, and sociology. Given that the average Greek is an uneducated fuck, and tourist guides only go surface level. A full-blown analysis of Plato’s philosophy, the ideas of aristocracy, and how that shaped our society goes a long way. I kept the narration practical, relatable, and colourful. After 5-10 minutes of this, it is time to capitalize on the attraction. How do we capitalize? We escalate!
I told her to come sit next to me to watch the Acropolis view. Kino turns good, but is limited to touching and progressively hugging. Now it is time for some deep connection and bonding. By this moment, I can deconstruct her character and have educated insights into her personality. Bonding really is just deep understanding and acceptance of each other. So… just feed her character back into her. I tell her I know her character. I teasefully (and correctly) predict how she would react in different imaginary settings, what her role is in her friend group, etc.
Attraction and comfort are mostly done. I ramp up the verbal escalation to go for the kiss soon. There is some light shit testing on how guys unsuccessfully hit on her. Well, I am not like most guys, and I go for the kiss. Rebuffed.
She is Asian, and Asian escalation is on amber. It’s your responsibility to calibrate where you are in set. I know this girl likes me, so her rejection is just BS. I look around… of course, the place is too public. We are about 50 minutes in by this point. We finish our tea, we pay, and I take her for a walk. On the first opportunity, I find a calmer spot and get the kiss. We stroll a little bit more and kissing turns into make out. Time to extract.
I was planning to get to her hotel, but she lives in a hostel. Yikes. At least I have done some good work seeding my area, so I suggest a tea at my place. I lead to a taxi and she follows. A nice 20 euros and 30 mins later, we are at my place. At this point, the lay is certain. I just run comfort, ramp up seduction talk, and into the bedroom. No LMR. After sex, we cuddle for a bit. It is getting late, and she has an early flight, so I return her to her hostel.
I check my watch and the time is midnight. I met this girl at about 8.30pm. I have a cheeky grin as I am ordering dinner and ruminating on the meaning of secret society. I met this girl, had sex with her, and returned her home in 3.5 hours. I will probably never see her again. The interaction was value-add on both sides. In such a short time, somewhere in Athens, there was a special spark of adventure. A gust of feelings. When the wind settled and adventure sex was over, everything looked the same. The world was still going forward like clockwork. We had created a special bubble of adventure, and at the end, none was the wiser.
A few minutes later, my phone buzzed. Corin thanked me for a wonderful day and wished me goodnight.
