Now that the dust has settled and I’ve (sort of) gotten over the extreme jet-lag, fatigue and hangover of the World Tour, I’ll get back to posting on the blog, starting with a breakdown/round-up of the last 30 days.
As most of you will know, I spent the last month with Tom Torero as we taught 5 bootcamps around the world whilst filming a daygame documentary and of course trying to get a notch in each city.
Whilst it sounds like we were just on an extended holiday, it was actually one of the most intense, exhausting and physically draining trips I think I’ve ever done. Travelling from summer to winter to summer, forward into time and back in time, teaching sold out bootcamps whilst jet-lagged and hungover, filming a feature length documentary and also battling the emotional rollercoaster of chasing new lays in each city, it took everything we had just to get through it sanity in tact.
Still, the experience and stories we got from the trip are so good that I’ve decided to turn them into the backbone of my first kindle book, which I’ve started to write today. For now, here’s a brief summary of what happened on our epic adventure 😉
London was the first city of the tour.
We only had 2 nights there before jetting off to New York. The Saturday we taught the bootcamp which ended with one of the students getting a notch from a girl he approached in a shop near Covent Garden. Spirits were high and that evening I met up with some of the local daygame contingent including Ricky Roma for a few beers and some gutter game.
First set of the night I approached was a dreamy 18 year old near Leicester Square and almost immediately I bounced her to the casino we were just drinking in. Whether it was the combination of high spirits from the bootcamp, the fact it was only day one of the tour or something else, I ended up spending far too long on the date without escalating. Three hours later and two hours too late I finally made out with her but she wouldn’t come back to my hotel and went home, a perfect opportunity wasted by frankly beginner mistakes. This mistake would come to haunt me by the end of the trip but served as a good reminder that I needed to pull the trigger fast on the tour.
On the Sunday we began filming the documentary in Central London. Interviews and infields took most of the day to do and by Sunday evening I decided against going out to gutter game again knowing I had an early flight to New York in the morning.
My first few days in New York were a bit of a write off.
It was amazing to be there for the first time in my life, it all seemed so familiar due to seeing it hundreds if not thousands of times in the movies but something was off. My brush with rapid onset ONEitis and frustration at my lack of escalation in London coupled with jet-lag and the shock of the living conditions we were going to have to deal with in Harlem, resulted in a bit of a slump.
I spent the majority of my time just enjoying the sites and doing touristy things such as taking photos and visiting places I’d seen in movies and on the news. I just couldn’t get motivated to do pickup but knew I’d need to get in the groove with a 1-on-1 and bootcamp coming up.
Thursday we filmed the documentary guys, Friday I taught a 1-on-1 and by the end of the bootcamp on Saturday I’d started to get back into my stride, number closing a beautiful Russian dancer, a lazy set in Central Park and a girl in-front of the cops for the students to see that it didn’t matter.
Tom had got laid during the week and I was struggling to get my leads out before we were due to fly to LA (the trouble with only being in a city for a few days..). I knew I only had one more shot at a lay in New York so on the final night we set off for an evening of gutter game in Harlem.
The previous night we’d stopped and gone on a date with a 2-set so knew it was possible in Harlem and low and behold, the first set of the night was a Puerto Rican “yes girl.” As quickly as I’d opened, I’d bounced her to a bar where I was the only white person there and the doorman actually checked whether it was okay for me to come in. Not making the same mistake as the London girl, I escalated quickly and within an hour she was calling me “Papi” as I nailed her in our grotty Harlem apartment.
Arriving in LA was a magical experience.
The sunset out of the window of the plane was spectacular and I was looking forward to spending a week in the Californian sunshine in a nice apartment with a pool in Hollywood.
The first set of LA was a hot Turkish girl I stopped on the Tuesday and arranged a date with for the Thursday. She looked like a typical LA girl with her big sunglasses, book in one hand and Starbucks in the other. Before the date I found two venues close to our apartment and ran my standard date model. She needed one more drink in venue two before agreeing to come back, then I had to battle a bit of LMR as she was on her period but we ended up having sex, the bed looking like a crime scene after.
I was content with my LA notch so did touristy things for the rest of the week until the bootcamp on the Saturday, like hiking up Runyon Canyon and hanging around the Walk of Fame. We taught the bootcamp and filmed the documentary in beautiful Santa Monica.
During the bootcamp I demo’d on a hot Brazilian who was oozing sexuality as she walked past me. She was on her way to the beach but I could tell it was on if I could get her out that evening as we were due to fly to Sydney the next day. She took a while to reply to my ping but agreed to meet up later that evening.
I ran the exact same model as I did on the previous date and ended up with my third lay of the trip without any LMR. The next day we headed to the airport where we discovered that actually we weren’t due to fly to Sydney for another day, so that evening I got the Brazilian girl back round for another evening of fantastic sex.
Landing in Sydney is always special for me.
I lived there for almost two years and it’s where I honed my skills to become a daygame coach.
The journey from Los Angeles though was crazy. We were delayed by two hours on an already marathon fourteen hour flight. I arrived in Sydney delirious, confused and exhausted after going without sleep for close to 48 hours.
I spent the next few days pretty much in the vicinity of our apartment on Pitt St resting and fighting off the illness I could feel coming.
On Thursday I hosted a meet up with some of the local Sydney daygamers before going to meet my friend from home for a drink. Tom had bought me a swanky apartment near the bars on George St as he was having his own romantic adventures and wanted our apartment to himself for a night. I didn’t mind as the apartment he’d got me was sick and I was looking forward to a decent nights sleep.
That never really happened though. As I was in the second bar with my mates, a hot Brazilian walked past and instinctively I did the ’60 years’ opener, holding out my hand and saying ‘hello.’ She held my hand for close to five minutes and I knew it was on. We chatted at the bar for a while before my mates decided to leave. I said my goodbyes to my mates and went to meet her friend who was sitting at the other side of the bar talking to another guy.
It turned out that the girls had been approached by two guys, one of them now intently staring at me for ‘stealing his girl.’ My girl and I made out at the bar and I just killed time by building comfort with the friend before she magically eye-coded my girl to let her know it was fine to leave with me. Back at the apartment it was easy, the sleep I craved never happened, instead we spent the whole night fucking.
In the morning (after we fucked again) I went back to meet Tom as I was due to be filmed for the documentary. I felt horrendous, lack of sleep, jet-lag and continuous hangovers finally caught up to me. I managed to stumble my way through the interview but when it came to infields I was awful. My vibe was terrible and I only just scraped a number off an Ozzie doctor before I crashed out.
The final day we taught the bootcamp and it took everything I had to maintain a good vibe for the students. By the end of the bootcamp I was ready to pass out but I’d agreed to meet up with the legend Alex Coulson for a beer and then earlier in the week a girl I’d met in Cairns a few years ago asked if I wanted to meet for a drink.
After a couple of beers with Alex I felt a little less ill and met up with the English girl who’d messaged me through Facebook. I wasn’t sure whether it was just a drink to catch up or what but when she turned up in a figure hugging dress and heels I knew she was at least thinking about sleeping with me.
I took her to two of my favourite Sydney venues like old times before bouncing her back to the apartment to ‘see the view from the roof.’ Tom was ill and outside waiting in the rain, angrily messaging me to hurry up so I told her we only had twenty minutes before he came back. She replied “I wonder what we can do in twenty minutes.” The sex was fast but good and now my fifth notch in the space of a few weeks. I felt like I was on a roll.
I’d always wanted to go to Singapore and now I was here to teach a 1-on-1 and to film a guy for the documentary.
The city was hot, humid and sticky but amazing for photography. I took advantage of the fact I was there to take lots of photos knowing I could approach girls during the 1-on-1 with my student.
The day of the 1-on-1 Tom had flown to Hong Kong to close a lead and I’d got a few numbers managing to stack two dates that night. The first one was a Vietnamese girl who was quite cute. She turned up and after the first drink just stood up and left.
Slightly tipsy, tired and confused I went back to my apartment and carried on drinking. I wasn’t in the mood for the second date so threw out a Hail Mary telling her I’d get her an Uber to the apartment to drink by the pool. Surprisingly she agreed. She wasn’t the hotter of the two and I wasn’t really arsed but the lure of getting another lay in a new city made me press on and get the notch. Immediately after I got her an Uber home and sat outside the apartment drunk, smoking a cigarette whilst waiting for a McDelivery. I felt grotty but nevertheless it was six lays, one in each foreign city of the trip. One city to go…
Being back in Europe felt great.
The hotness factor is definitely recognisable when you touch down in a European city after being in the States, Asia and Australia.
That and the fact the weather was amazing, the city beautiful and the beers large, cold and refreshing immediately lifted the spirits.
We only had a couple of days there, with the first day being a write off after the long flight from Singapore. After the documentary filming on the Friday I saved my energy for teaching the bootcamp on Saturday and decided the final chance for a lay would come from an all-nighter after the bootcamp.
The bootcamp was roasting but the hotness of the girls and enthusiasm from the students made it a good one, with students going on instant dates and collecting a lot of phone numbers. I was up for the final night of gutter game, hoping to meet a hottie to finish the trip.
Tom, myself and our documentary guy Josef headed out after dinner and started prowling the main pedestrian street. Tom pretty quickly ended up stopping a dreamy librarian looking girl and headed off into the night on a date, leaving Josef and I on the street.
I hadn’t spotted anything worth approaching for a while, Josef had stopped a few girls and even said to me “you know what, I’ve not seen you approach yet..” Literally a few minutes after he’d said that the daygame gods presented me a gift in the form of a six foot tall Bosnian beauty, strolling down the street in high heels, wearing a little backpack on her toned back. Boom, “this one” I said as I ran off after her.
The stop worked a charm and the sexual tension was immediate, her beautiful smile and giggle on display as soon as I said “excuse me.” Within a few minutes I was walking her to the beer hall we’d just come from. We had one drink there before heading off to a bar closer to my apartment, stopping to make-out in-front of the beautiful Marienplatz.
In the second bar I knew it was on but was concerned with logistics as the apartment we were staying in was shit and I didn’t know where Tom was as he didn’t have data. She suggested checking out the apartment and it was only a few minutes inside before Tom turned up, pissed and yelling “twenty minutes or I’ll fuck her.”
I thought to myself “fuck this,” this girl was beautiful and a pleasure to be around, I wasn’t going to rush the lay just so Tom could get some sleep. She wanted to spend the night with me so I took the lead and suggested getting a cheap hotel, which she didn’t bat an eyelid at.
I quickly found a hotel not far from us and we left the apartment, bumping into Tom on the way who looked relieved that he could go and crash out. At the hotel the sex was amazing and we both laughed at how crazy the night had been.
In the morning we fucked again and said our goodbyes before I headed off to pack my things and go to the airport. Tom had left on an earlier flight and so I met a couple of the bootcamp students for a quick beer, recounting my night and what they’d gotten up to after the bootcamp.
Thirty days, seven lays, four new flags and a daygame documentary later, the World Tour was officially over!
A massive thank you to all the students I taught during the last month, also to the guys who turned out for the documentary filming, to Tom for the opportunity and putting up with me for a month and to all of the girls who made the trip so memorable and to you guys who read, watched and followed along – Thank You!