I saw her as soon as I left the house this morning:
A young, pretty girl walking up the street.
So I started running.
“I know you’re in a rush,” I said. “I just wanted to tell you you look nice.”
“Thank you,” she said. And she walked away.
I felt a bit of relief. I had done the first approach of the day.
A few minutes later, I approached a fancily dressed law office clerk. We talked for ten seconds. Then I walked around, feeling a growing chasm inside myself. I finally approached a third girl — one with a big jaw and a big ass — who was barrelling down the street and only slowed down a bit to say “thank you.”
I had met my quota for the day. I had done three approaches that went nowhere.
And that’s daygame.
It probably won’t go anywhere. You will probably weird many girls out. Your own reaction will probably be negative many times.
Because daygame is terrible.
It really is the worst way to meet women.
It’s constant emotional turmoil. Even if you keep it up, some part of this always remains.
Like I said, terrible.
There’s no reason to do this to yourself.
Unless, that is, you’ve set foolish and maniacal goals for yourself. Such as total self-mastery and complete social freedom.