Colombian Daygame Adventures 1 – Fail – Massive Tits

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Ahh my glorious first full day of daygame in my self styled Colombian daygame week. I’ve sacked off my Spanish classes this week to concentrate on patrolling the mean streets of Colombia. I’m still yet to see any actual crime here, despite all the warnings that it’s dangerous here at any hour of the day. This lack of observable crime has probably made me a bit more adventurous, as I went further afield that I have before. Having said that, today was the worst day of daygame I’ve done perhaps since I first started along this path.

In my head, in my head, in my head. I left my apartment and walked to the first corner, no targets. The streets are strangely deserted for a mid-afternoon on a  Monday, I then realise that today is a public holiday, so there is almost no one around. It’s a 20 minute walk in the blazing heat to the nearest mall, the wise choice would be to get a taxi. Of course I opt to walk, in the vain hopes of running across a hottie.

Hotties obviously have more sense, as they say it’s only mad dogs and English men out, well 1 English man and a load of homeless people. I walk the street steadily getting sweatier and sweatier, by the time I’ve reached the mall. What was initially a small dot of sweat has spread across my chest and back like a point blank shotgun wound.

My hair now has a sheen of grease too, I look like I’ve run a marathon and I’ve not even opened a set yet. I soldier on, go to the bathroom wash my face, and try and dry my hair with loo roll. The shirt is a lost cause, at least it’s a dark blue so it’s not so noticeable. I buy a coffee, (coffee-weasel) then walk the mall, everyone else looks pristine, dry and hygienic. (I-look-like-shit-weasel) I spot a few targets, but every single one of them is in a group.

I go back to where the buses drop off the new mall goers and sit, I spot a big-fake-titted girl. She’s on her own! give chase then before I have a chance to open she sits (sitting-weasel). I stand and wait, then decide I’m being an idiot, I open her, it’s the first, it’s awkward but she’s friendly. Then she says she has to go to meet a friend, and I’m not kidding you, a man of 60 comes to pick her up. What the fuck, she’s a prepago?

There is literally no girl on her own that is hot, I decide to head to the next mall. I head there, and more of the same, it’s busy and there are very few girls around on their own. The “I’m a sweaty mess weasel” kicks in again, and I can’t seem to open anything. I grab a fruit juice, I almost open a girl sat down, just about to do it and her fella arrives.

I’m feeling tired from all the concentration and being in my head. I decide to walk to the next mall, I’m already sweaty so a bit more won’t matter and I think maybe I’ll see another girl on the street.

No girl on the street, more sweat and grease, I arrive at the next mall and buy a new shirt, I replace my sweaty one with it. Ahh fresh, but I’m too tired and feeling incredibly anti-social to even bother opening any one. 4 hours of wasted time on the streets, 1 open, 0 numbers. I get a taxi back to mine, as the date is looming. This is the girl that I met yesterday, I shower and change, I’m still feeling inside my head and tired. Not depressed, more like angry that I did so shit today.

Lessons to learn, get a taxi to the malls or just stay somewhere cool near a transport hub. I’m starting to think though that malls are just shit for daygame.

I pair of massive fake tits opened, 0 numbers, a lot of walking done.

Fuck it, i’ll do better tomorrow.

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