Falling In and Out with Oxford Street

I’ve been Daygaming for just over a year now and still can’t make my mind up on Oxford Street. I’ve gone from hatred, to undying love, and then back to murky “urgh, I’d rather not”.

To begin with, when I was learning how to get girls to stop, and later on, what to actually say to them, Oxford Street felt like hell on Earth. I’d get up to the top of Regent’s Street, by Oxford Circus tube station, then dutifully turn back or else dive off into Carnaby to try and find some rich girls playing poor. It was like an invisible wall in a classic video game.

The vibe was too hectic. People would whizz by and my attempted approach would be scuppered by the irresistible movement of passing foot traffic. When I was successful in stopping her, I would feel an invisible clock start to tick. She was here for a reason, and so I’d have to make my conversation extra witty to keep her around. That heaped unneeded pressure onto the set, and lo and behold, failure ensued. I remember telling Mazz I wasn’t a fan of Oxford Street for some small perceived reason; the truth was that I was scared.

Fast forward three months, and things had changed. I wasn’t facing the problems above. Girls were stopping unless I fucked up the approach, and even then it was easy to diagnose what I had done wrong. The conversation in the higher pressure situations was coming out better as well as I began to formulate and integrate a collection of lines to fall back on when in need.

I distinctly remember three successive weekends in January when I went out in the winter cold at 11am (Saturday and Sunday) to do my 10 sets. The streets weren’t packed at that time and there was always a space to jump in. It was at this point that I first became consciously aware of having a high vibe. It had happened to me before, but I hadn’t been able to think to myself “I now feel invincible”.

For the first quarter of 2017 I was fully in love with Oxford Street. The main reason why is because it compounded my vibe. I went from set to set, so the feeling I had in one was carried forward to the next. I was combining that with the euphoria I felt from breaking social norms at the early stages of my Daygame career. My combo meter was stacking up and up. Daygaming on Oxford Street seems like an entirely different beast to other areas of London. In fact, Mazz told me that he talked to another Daygamer who always went out on Oxford Street. After trying Covent Garden, he commented that it was like a whole new activity. On Oxford Street you can bounce from set to set, whereas in Covent Garden there was a lot more opportunity for quiet contemplation and your self-talk was much more influential.

Continuing the story, from roughly April onwards my liking for Oxford Street went down and down. I wasn’t feeling the AA busting euphoria anymore, and my pale skin didn’t take well to the rising heat and lack of shade. That is, unless I confined myself to the shit shop side of Oxford Street (M&S) rather than the high street fashion side (Topshop and H&M).

At the moment, Oxford Street normally features at the end of my sessions as an opportunity to churn out my last remaining sets. Also, If I’m in a (relatively) dry spell, I’ll go there to brute force a lot of sets to get my weekly total up around 40 to 50. I’ve got a pet theory that Oxford Street self-selects for hornier girls. She’s out alone to complete a shopping mission and has accepted the fact that PUAs operate in the area, which indicates to me higher probability. That’s all compounded by going out earlier, since they’re hardly going to go out for a leisurely shop on a winter morning. Interesting aside: a woman’s testosterone doesn’t actually rise during her ovulation, but her oestrogen falls. That means that the concentration of testosterone is higher, leading to all the horny goodness we know and love.

Yours unfaithfully,

Thomas Crown

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