(02nd August, 2017 Email)
Guess who’s back…
… With a brand new (Daygame Australia email message) rap
No, it ain’t slim shady, it’s your boy Zac
Fresh for an utter failure of a fishing trip away…
And for those wondering, NO, I didn’t even find Russian twin lingerie models to have a threesome with
And it was a bitter pill to swallow…
When will I learn?
Well, you’re about to find out:
See, in this fishing spot of ours, we are tucked away in a little cabin that resides in a caravan park right on the beach. A beautiful little spot. But as desolate as a virgin’s bed. Spare a few caravans packed with 65+ year old couples, there wasn’t much *action* in this park
For the most part, that is
In fact, when the old man and I returned from our first fishing jaunt, I spied the booty of a fine little Asian chick. Sure, not typically my thing, but who was I to be choosy in these circumstances?
Here’s where it starts to go sour:
I had a 3 minute window to approach her as she set up her tent.
However, I opted against this course of action as we (dad and I) had to take our bountiful fishing session down to the beach so we could clean and gut our catch.
Whilst down there, this cute little lass reared her slim derriere not 100 meters away from us. She transformed into a professional photographer as she set her camera’s timer. She proceeded to race into the perfect position and get her selfies with the beach in the background.
Again, I procrastinated.
Figuring I’d catch her back at her tent later, chat her up, and invite her to join me for a drink later that evening at our cabin.
The plan was perfect…
The execution? Less so…
You see, by the time she returned to her tent, it was dark.
Not even I had the nerve to go up to a girl’s tent in the middle of the dark, needing to yell and knock on the tent’s wall to get her attention. From there I would have had to force a conversation with a girl that I couldn’t even see anymore. (Again, night time.)
I chalked it up to my own stupidity and vowed to remember the lesson:
“There’s never a *perfect* moment to approach’ – So you may as well make like Nike and ‘just do it’.
… Then it happened again the next afternoon
Alas, I didn’t learn my lesson.
I’ll keep this story short. The jist is we were cleaning fish down the beach again, when a hot young thing started making her merry way down to one end of the beach. Of course, it made sense in my mind to perch myself on our cabin porch and wait on her to return. This time I planned to catch her as she returned to her tent.
Perfect, this time, I thought to myself.
She hadn’t returned by nightfall, and I never saw her again.
2 from 2 I had failed with
Of course I do. I’m not just full of hot air, good looks and charm…
Our Daygame stories continue from just 2 days ago. My first jaunt back in the city of Sydney.
As I hopped on an escalator taking me to the next level of a shopping center, I peeped an absolutely stunning black chick in a hairdressing store below. Immediately I took the escalator back down and sat promptly outside this store, waiting for the girl to exit.
When she left, she made a quick dart into a clothing store next door.
Previously, this would have left me in the cold
But remembering back to the lesson I’d learnt the hard way, TWICE, in previous days, I decided to chase her down inside.
From there, it went swimmingly.
She was an absolutely stunning black French chick from heart-throbbing Paris
In town for 2 more weeks. And very keen to meet up for drinks.
We’ll see how that goes, but the main lesson is not waiting for the mythical ‘perfect’ moment to approach. Otherwise, you’ll be jacking off in the cabin shower like I resorted to.
Until then, check out this Daygame infield video of mine where I break down every technique used throughout the approach:
See you tomorrow,