Daygame and Nightgame in Nashville

After two weeks spent in Nashville in early July, I’ve concluded that it’s one of the most underrated American cities for game.

The first thing you’ll notice when you touch down is that the average girl is about a point hotter than any comparable city of its size (~2 million metro area). Nashville is a destination city – a place where hot girls come post-college and on vacation to enjoy the attention they so crave. The women are looksmaxed, take care of themselves, and are very feminine. If you like basic bitches, this is probably the nation’s capital.

Nashville also has a thriving tourist scene. On weekends, both downtown and The Gulch are filled with teeming packs of outsiders, meaning you also have a shot at girls who are coming to “Nashvegas” to have fun.

So let’s get into it.

Nightgame in Nashville

Broadway is overrated. Granted, I was only there for July 4, but everyone was in big social circle groups and/or with their families. It reminded me of the logistical hurdles of Vegas, without the “what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas” mentality. If you go out here, you need at least one wing, preferably two, to infiltrate the group sets.

Supposedly the locals go out in Midtown, but this also seemed quite touristy and I didn’t explore it.

The best bar I went to was actually in East Nashville, called Rosemary and Beauty Queen. On a Thursday night, there were about two girls to every guy, and most of them were legit HOT. I don’t think I’ve ever seen quality like that in my life, not in that type of venue.

Daygame in Nashville

Daygame is somewhat viable in Nashville, which is not something that can be said about every American city. Volume isn’t high, so I recommend a bike or a scooter. Here’s the route you’ll want to follow:

The Gulch is your best bet – it’s the hot girl neighborhood, and with 30% of the buildings under construction, it’s only going to get better in the next few years. There’s a Whole Foods there that’s worth popping into as often as possible. There’s a seating area near the back of the store you can rest your legs at, and if you don’t feel like approaching in-store, you can follow girls outside or down into the parking garage and do a moving approach.

Continuing up the Gulch, you’ll hit Midtown, which is halfway touristy, but with enough locals to get your money’s worth. There’s a Chipotle/Starbucks combination near Vanderbilt which is pretty money.

Up 21st towards Belmont University, there’s a small shopping district called Hillsboro which is gold. Belmont has the hottest and sluttiest girls in the city, so make sure to walk around campus when school’s in session.

Vanderbilt’s campus is beautiful and worth many walkthroughs as well. I’ve used a lighter color for the backside of campus because there’s less volume, but probably better during the school year. Centennial Park is cool to check out but I didn’t see many viable sets there.

Online Game in Nashville

You know the drill. Tinder, Bumble, Hinge, all are popping. You’ll see a lot of girls in bachelor parties and two girls that have created a group profile better. Best to ignore, their logistics generally suck and they’re just looking for attention.

I’ve Tindered in 30+ cities and never gotten better results than in Nashville. You’ll find that you’ll be able to match with much hotter girls than you normally do, and they’re down to clown as well.

Community Resources

Game Global’s Nashville Telegram group is your best bet for finding a wing, though during the two weeks I was there, I found it was mostly talk, little action (I will admit I had a wing lined up one night and was too tired to go out – sorry, brah!)

The Red Quest also wrote up a post about his experiences gaming in Nashville.

Determining the Optimal Sexual Market: Why Gender Ratios Don’t Tell the Whole Story

Much ado has been made about gender ratios and how they affect sexual markets in various cities. While I believe that the gender ratio is a somewhat useful number in determining the “difficulty” of a given market, there’s a lot more at play. is a fantastic site that gives detailed gender ratio information for every geographic locale in the US (and around the world, though I’m just going to be focusing on the US).

The most basic mistake most people make is not taking age into account. For example, if we just look at gender ratio with no other factors:

We get this list:

Age and Marital Status

Filtering by age gets us a bit closer. Suffice it to say that anyone reading this blog is probably not targeting older women, so let’s look at only women aged 18-34.

Our competition matters, too. No matter how many women there are in that age range, if there’s a ton more men competing with us, it’s not good news. We’ll choose 18-44 as our competition.

Finally, we obviously don’t care about anyone who’s married. It would be great if we could actually see what percentage of people are single, but to my knowledge there’s no source of survey data for that, so the least we can do is filter out those who are married.

Unmarried women aged 18-34, with our competition being unmarried men aged 18-44, gives us this:

Body Mass Index

This doesn’t take attractiveness into account, though. Obviously, there’s no great way to get data on attractiveness, but we can at least filter out overweight and obese women.

Taking the above filters and filtering out anyone over a BMI of 30 gives us:

I don’t know how Massachusetts snuck in there, so consider Provo our 10th ranked city.

Does this list pass the smell test? Well… maybe. If you look down the list, you’ll notice that a commonality among the top cities is that they have a high percentage of African-American women, due to societal factors causing a surplus (high numbers of African-American men incarcerated or dead). African-American women don’t tend to date outside their race (just like women of all races) and/or socioeconomic status, so if you’re a median Pancake Mouse reader, a young white, college-educated male, it’s probably not the most ideal list.

We can look at this list more in context by factoring in the percentage of African-American population in each city and mentally adjusting our score accordingly:

  1. Durham (39% black)
  2. DC (45% black)
  3. Winston-Salem (35% black)
  4. Boston (25% black)
  5. Syracuse (30% black)
  6. Denton (9.4% black)
  7. Madison (7% black)
  8. Bridgeport (35% black)
  9. New Haven (33% black)
  10. Provo (1% black)
  11. Springfield (21% black)
  12. Albany (29% black)
  13. Buffalo (37% black)
  14. Grand Rapids (19% black)
  15. Atlanta (34% black)
  16. Hartford (38% black)
  17. Philadelphia (44% black)

What does this tell us? Boston, Denton, Madison, Provo, and Grand Rapids may be closer to our ideals.

Our mentally-weighted list looks a bit closer to what happens when we just look at White people, irrespective of marital status:

Notably, Greenville and Reno jump up as potential options here.

Of course, our data-driven analysis neglects the qualitative intangibles, which at the end of the day far outweigh our data.

General attractiveness of female population – how hot is the average woman? Is this city a “hot girl destination” (e.g. Vegas, LA, Nashville, Miami, NYC?)

General attractiveness of male population – how good is your competition? NYC looks great until you take a look at the guys you’re competing against.

Total population – in singles matching, total volume is important. Given two populations, one with 100 single women and 100 single men, and another with 1000 single women and 1100 single men, it’s better to be in the latter. Potentially because the markets aren’t efficient so as a seasoned player you have more chances of getting to the remaining single women before the competition. Also volume = anonymity = more casual sex, and makes daygame sessions easier so you don’t have to rely on swipe apps.

Sexual orientation – does a city have a higher number of lesbians than normal? If so, your potential female population just got a lot smaller. Does your city have more gay men than normal? Less competition!

In conclusion, our ideal city should have the highest percentage of attractive, single, non-lesbian women compared to the percentage of attractive, single, non-gay men, with some multiplier for total population. If only it were possible to get statistics on this!

How do our favorable gender ratio cities stack up?

Here’s our rough list again (I removed Provo because, come on, it’s Provo):

  • Durham
  • DC
  • Madison
  • Boston
  • Springfield
  • Greenville
  • Grand Rapids
  • New Haven
  • Reno
  • Winston-Salem
  • Bridgeport

One note: if you look at the raw ratios between many of the cities above, there’s actually not that much difference in them. Most of the decent cities have 56-59 unmarried, <30 BMI, 18-34yo women for every man of the same category. This makes qualitative attributes and anecdotal data much more important than ratios for evaluating cities.

Let’s compare this to the “Player’s 6”, the six cities I qualitatively consider the best for Game, based on my own personal experience and reports from others

  • NYC
  • Miami
  • Phoenix
  • Nashville
  • Chicago
  • Vegas

Clearly, attractiveness of the top-tier girls is the disconnect not measured by our algorithm. The above cities are going to have much-hotter-than-average girls available, as well as generally larger populations.

How do our algorithm cities stack up? I’m not sure, but I’d love to find out. I hope to visit each one of these cities within the next few years and put this theory to the test.

How to (mostly) remove Tinder’s free Passport timewasters from your stack

On March 31, Tinder announced they were making Passport free for all users around the world for the month of April.

Seemingly every woman saw it and said “Perfect, now I can get validation from men in popular cities that I’m not even in… and not even have to meet them in real life!” and within hours, popular destinations like Los Angeles, NYC, Miami, London, Amsterdam, Barcelona, and Paris were flooded, making finding locals nearly impossible.

Luckily, the majority of people using Passport simply type in a city name instead of choosing a point within that city manually. When this is done, Tinder locates those users in the exact center of the city.

Given this fact, the workaround was fairly obvious (to me, at least), but I’ll document it here for posterity:

  1. Go to and navigate to your city.
  2. Select a swipe distance that you’re comfortable with under “Radius Miles”, and click a point on the outskirts of your city such that your radius excludes the city center.
  3. Go to Tinder, open the now-free Passport, manually choose the center of this radius, and set your distance to match it.

There you go! Now you can swipe in a very specific radius while avoiding most of the Passport timewasters, who are all clustered in the center of your city.

Once you exhaust all the profiles in this radius, simply repeat the process until you’ve worked your way around the city, avoiding the center (by that time, April should be over, anyway).

How to stop Tinder from compressing your photos

For a company that’s completely based around images, Tinder has some arcane, unwritten rules around image uploading and compression, which, if not followed, will lead to your photos looking like complete trash, even if they’re high quality.

Luckily, I’ve spent quite a bit of time running my own tests to determine what does and does not trigger the compression. I haven’t seen anyone else on the internet writing about this, so if this advice spreads, remember you heard it here first!

  1. Photos must be under 800px max width. If you upload a photo over this width, it will automatically trigger Tinder’s compression.
  2. Photos must be under 100kb in size. If you upload a photo over this size, it will automatically trigger Tinder’s compression. In order to limit the filesize, use a photo editor that lets you control the JPEG quality. I recommend Adobe Photoshop for the PC.
  3. You must never zoom in on your photo with Tinder’s built in photo “cropper”. Moving the reticules around to center it is fine, but if you pinch to zoom in on the image, even just a little bit, it will trigger the compression. This means you need to upload photos that are already precropped to Tinder’s intended ratio of 1:1.

Experiencing the Hinge bug where profiles sort from least to most attractive? You’re not alone!

Over the past year+, many male Hinge users here have reported an unfortunate bug where they only see Hinge’s lowest-rated users in their Discover section.

Here are a few examples from the Hinge subreddit. I’ve also seen other examples in Game Facebook and Telegram groups:

Does anyone still keep on getting Obese or transgender people?

Just made a profile, all I am getting are obese people with very little effort put into their profiles. What’s going on?

Hinge only showing me very obese people

Hinge Only showing me unattractive people

Because of the sensitive nature of this topic, these users will frequently been told that they are conceited/rude/unattractive/mean, et cetera, and/or that they need to work on their profiles and take better photos and so on.

I’m here to tell you that this is all untrue, and that there is indeed a bug with Hinge that has been going on for years. I haven’t seen anyone post about this bug publicly, so I figured I’d start one as a centralized place where we can all discuss commonalities and solutions.

It first happened to me in 2018, and has persisted despite multiple resets. I first pointed it out on the Hinge subreddit in May 2019 (and of course was promptly shellacked by offended users, instead of people acknowledging there might be an issue with Hinge).

About a month ago, recreated a Hinge profile again after a year and a half. New email address, new phone, maybe only the number was the same — same behavior, except this time, it’s all unattractive profiles, not broken up by the odd superattractive profile like before.

Luckily, there’s a way to get around this:


What we know about how to fix this so far is to set your age and distance settings to very constrained, and then swipe through all the unattractive profiles quickly in that setting, whereupon you’ll finally be shown profiles that are attractive.

For example, set your age range to 26-27 and distance to 1 mile. The least attractive profiles will still be shown first, but you can swipe through them faster and use up your daily likes on the attractive ones quicker.

Many guys have reported that the bug has subsided after they started matching with girls they liked using the workaround method. Personally, I haven’t noticed this after a couple months of swiping and liking, despite matching with a number of attractive women, but it’s possible it takes a while.

Will Hinge fix the bug?

I first let Hinge know about this bug in 2018 through their Zendesk support form. I did not receive a response. I encourage anyone reading this post to send them an email and link them to the post. They can’t ignore us for long.

Pancake’s Laws of Vacation Tinder

These may or may not have been inspired by a trip to <American city near you> this past week.

Law 1: No matter how far in advance you set your Tinder location to your new city, all matches you gain during that time will turn out to be worthless upon arrival.

Law 2: All of your hot, DTF matches will be 50 miles away.

Law 3: If you do find a girl that’s game for one night of fun, when you ask for her Instagram she’ll be have gained 30 pounds since her most recent photos.

Law 4: If you’re unable to bring girls back to wherever you’re staying, the only girls who are down to hook up inevitably won’t be able to host, either.

Law 5: Your most viable matches will come on the last day of your trip. As if fate wasn’t cruel enough, the hottest of these will come as you’re sitting in the airport on the way home, or, god forbid, after you’ve already flown far, far away.

Remember when Tinder was a spontaneous hookup app? Pepperidge Farm remembers.

Sonny Arvado Game – “This is the image building business”

Required reading for this blog post: 29 Truths About Game from Sonny Arvado’s blog, Strength by Sonny. At this point, I’ve probably read it five times through, and I can definitively say it is the best article I have ever seen about Game. No bullshit, just pure truth.

I’m an extremely independent learner, and I had never, ever paid money to any coach, but late last year, I started to read through Sonny Arvado’s blog, Strength by Sonny. I had previously only read a few posts of his, but the more I started to read, the more I started to think: “Goddamn, this guy gets it.”

Reading his posts, it became clear that he is an expert on something I had been struggling with all of last year: image. I knew he was able to give me some perspective, so I bit my ego bullet and reached out to Sonny about getting consulting.  What follows is my review of that process, of Sonny’s game in general, and what guys can take away from his outlook.

Why should you listen to Sonny?

In my opinion, Sonny Arvado, out of all the “coach/instructor/guru” (or whatever you want to call them) types, has the best combination of the major factors of Game:

  • Looks (“Image”)
  • Social Acuity
  • Game
  • Mindset

Many guys do this for ten years and manage one or two out of four. Sonny is extremely strong in all of the above areas:

  • Looks (“Image”) – he has spent his entire adult life improving on his naturally good looks to make the game as easy for himself as possible. Most importantly, he has improved his physique to be top-tier, meaning that he is instantly polarizing anywhere he goes.
  • Social Acuity – Sonny is essentially a “true natural”. He self-describes as always having been part of the “in crowd”. This is not something that most coaches can say about themselves (because if they were, why would they need to study social skills and be good enough at it to start teaching guys?)
  • Game – he is the rare natural who is actually trained in “technical game”, through being involved in the Las Vegas “pickup community” doing cold approach and being associated with other coaches and instructors. This means he can break things down using terms familiar to guys with a community background.
  • Mindset – Sonny gets it. This is evident when you talk to him for an extended period of time. He’s red- and looks- pilled in all the right places, but with zero hint of bitterness. One line from his 29 Truths about Game article stuck out to me: “Most guys are searching for purpose. They want to find their place in the world. Relevancy and belonging is what they are really going after. They want to find their place and they want that place to be a relevant one”. Deep down, he understands that every man’s true goal in life is to be happy and fulfilled.

Sonny Arvado Game

That aside, what can we learn from Sonny, game-wise? The following is a basic summary of his game, without giving away too many secrets. The full details can be cleaned from his blog post: Sonny Arvado Game.

His game relies on being “sexually dimorphic”. As big, brawny, masculine, and muscular as possible. The idea is that the bigger you are, the more polarizing you are, and the less roadblocks will be put in your way (LMR, anti-slut defense, cockblocks, AMOGs, etc.)

He screens girls aggressively in social situations by asking a simple question: “What’s this chick’s deal?” He uses any possible information he can to suss this out, including the girl’s Instagram account, and even her phone background (for example: does it have a photo of her boyfriend? Probably not a great target.)

When he goes out at night, he classifies interactions into one of four categories:

  • Probable Flakes – he takes the number, but expects it to flake anyway.
  • Interest to the Point of Agreeing to a Date – the girl seems interested, but something is logistically preventing the pull that night. In that case, he asks what her schedule is like and seeds the date right away.
  • Hail Marys – she’s down to clown, but can’t leave with you due to some logistical standpoint (her friends won’t let her leave, etc.). He takes the number and then calls her (not texting, very important) later in the night after the clubs close and has her Uber over to his place.
  • Good to Go – she’s down to clown and you need to work logistics to pull her.

Objections when going for the pull can be overcome with two frames:
– time/distance: “My place is close”
– secrecy: “No one has to know, it will be our little secret” (this includes changing vocal tonality and whispering dirty talk to a girl in the club)

At some point in every nightgame interaction, he will attempt to isolate the girl, either by moving her a couple feet away, or by buying her a drink at the bar.

He’s a big fan of hired gun game, which he uses on bartenders, hooters girls, or bottle service girls. This is the only part of his game where he uses a canned line: “I’m sure you get this all the time, but I think you’re very beautiful and I’d love to take you out some time.”


“This is the image-building business”

By far the biggest aspect of Sonny’s philosophy that appealed to me is a set phrase which he uses often:  “This is the image-building business”. Guys worry constantly about their “game”, when really, their struggles in their dating/social lives are actually due to their image, which he defines as:

  • Face (or head) – hair, bones, skin, jawline, etc.
  • Body – including tattoos and piercings
  • Tangible extensions of identity and wealth – clothes and accessories, car, neighborhood and housing
  • Social media profiles
  • Associations – who are your friends? Are you part of a certain “scene”? What is your archetype?
  • Communication skills – voice, eye contact, body language, communication style
  • Societal feedback – How does society treat you?

One of my favorite quotes from Sonny about image: “People are very distracted and low conscious. Not only do they not have the time to sift through your golden intangibles but they oftentimes do not even have the capacity to do so.”

Pretty much every guy wants the same type of girl: desirable, sexually dimorphic girls in their prime, but these type of girls respond much more strongly to a man’s image than to his game. In 2019, with the rise of Instagram and online dating, superficial image is more important than ever. Thus, guys should be focusing on their image first and their game second. The problem with the community, according to Sonny, is that men don’t want to do the hard work, and fall back on game as a coping mechanism for their image inadequacies.

The archetype guys should be going after should be “cool, attractive insider”. Every guy may define this differently, but a quick glance through a girl’s Instagram feed should give some pretty strong clues as to what type of guys are currently deemed “cool, attractive insiders” by society.

“You attract who you are”

One of Sonny’s other philosophies that was a gamechanger for me was the idea of “you attract who you are”. Good people attract other good people. Bad people attract other bad people. People tend to form relationships, platonic or romantic, with their looks- and image match. Men and women on a similar level in the eyes of society tend to date each other.

Since I’ve internalized this belief, I can’t stop seeing it over and over:

  • Sociopaths attract girls with other personality disorders.
  • Nerdy white tech guys attract fobby Asian girls.
  • Intelligent, college-educated guys attract intelligent, college-educated girls.
  • “Hood” black guys attract hood black girls, latinas, and Instagram “thots”.
  • Raver/EDM type guys attract raver/EDM type girls.

All of the above are not just attracting girls of their archetype, but also their looksmatch and personality match.

There are no hacks to this shit. Barring crazy anomalies, every guy is going to attract the type of girl that his personality and image dictate.


Before my Skype call with Sonny, I did a bunch of research and prepared notes. I was reticent at first because his rates aren’t cheap, but I was pleasantly surprised at his passion and dedication to coaching. Not only did he call me to figure out what my goals are before setting up our session, where we had a great 45-minute conversation about philosophies, the community, and more, during our Skype call he also set aside the entire evening to talk to me to make sure I was on the right track. It helped that we have similar mindsets, are around the same age, and share a lot of the same tastes in humor (he, too, recognizes early Adam Sandler as a comedy genius).

Our conversation covered a bunch of topics, like his nightgame method, tangible steps I can take to improve my image, approaching girls at the gym, the best cities in America for me to move to if I wanted to take the show on the road, and what I should be doing to improve my physique.

Overall, the biggest takeaway I walked away with from the call was that of image. Talking to Sonny was a valuable insight into a “true natural” that has mastered the art of image-building and is attracting the types of girls I want to attract.

This year, I will be putting a primary focus on changing and improving my image. I will have details about this in my next blog post, including what my image is now, and what I will be doing to improve it.

Should you work with Sonny?

It depends. Sonny’s advice will work for almost everyone, but the problem is that many guys simply won’t be ready to see it. They’re zoomed in too far — stuck gutter gaming 6s outside of their favorite nightgame venue at 3:30 AM.

For anyone truly willing to swallow the image pill, Sonny is a great place to turn.

There’s nothing truly groundbreaking about Sonny’s advice, and there doesn’t need to be. It’s simple, logical, and straightforward. And that’s what makes it so valuable.

Sonny isn’t going to give his students that ONE WEIRD TRICK to hack the system. Rather, he’s going to pull back the curtain and show them that most community advice misses the bigger picture, and the answers (be attractive and go for it) were in front of their noses the entire time.

If, after reading this, you feel like this might be up your alley, check out his blog post about his live training and coaching.

My 2018 Statistics and Analysis

For comparison: My 2017 Statistics and Analysis


20 (2017: 28, 2016: 20)

11 in San Francisco
3 in Pittsburgh
2 in Vegas
2 in Bangalore, India
1 in Hawaii
1 in Indianapolis

Notch Sources

16 Tinder
1 Bumble
1 Instagram
1 Fetlife
1 Nightgame Pull

I did nightgame maybe 30 nights this year. I pulled three times and closed once (one girl gave LMR, and the other girl I couldn’t get hard because I had just fucked a girl a couple hours before). I mostly experimented with number farming, but of the 45 nightgame numbers I got (there were actually many more I didn’t keep track of), zero of them panned out for a date.

I did 324 daygame approaches, got 108 numbers, had 9 dates, but for the second year in a row, I had zero notches from daygame.

Overall, outside of online, I had almost zero results for all the effort I put in. There are many external reasons for my lack of closes, but at the end of the day, the responsibility lies with myself.

Notch Quality

Disclaimer: I have one of the “harshest” and most accurate rating systems that I know of in the community (nearly ever guy overrates).

One 5, Three 5.5s, Four 6s, Eight 6.5s, Four 7s, One 7.5

Average notch rating: 6.33 (2017: 6.03, 2016: 5.725)

Looks like my quality is moving up a steady third of a point a year. I expect to top out around a 7 average, as I don’t believe I can possibly improve my looks beyond that of a male 6.5/7 without plastic surgery (as we know, it is impossible for a man to outkick his looksmatch average via cold approach).

Conversion Rate (Notches/First Dates)

An important metric that tracks how good my “date game”, as well as my screening, is. Note that this means new notches per each girl I saw, not multiple dates with the same girl.

67% or 6/9 while traveling (2017: 53%).

44% or 11/25 in San Francisco (2017: 39%)

It’s good to see an improvement from last year, but these numbers are still not where I want them to be. I’ve gotten better at screening, but I don’t think my date game is that much better than it was last year.

Fun Stories

I fucked a pregnant 18-year-old in Indianapolis. She remarked “That was so fun. Is this what it’s supposed to be like?” She had never had good sex in her life. I gave her a lesson on avoiding STDs and sent her on her way. Really enjoyed that interaction.

I diagnosed a girl’s anorexia while cuddling with her in her dorm room. She was 4’11”, 95 pounds, but when I got her clothes off, I noticed a bunch of stretch marks. Turns out she had rapidly lost like 50 pounds in a semester. Afterwards, she texted me that our conversation gave her the strength to tell her roommate and get treatment.

Recurring revenue: I hooked up with two girls that I ended up seeing again in different cities. It pays to keep in contact with girls via social media.

Over the summer, I pulled from nightgame for the first time ever. An off-duty stripper on her last night in town. She had incredible frame and gave ridiculous amounts of LMR. The sex was awful. I think I got the wrong stripper.

I took Amtrak to a small town to bang a single mother. New adventures are one of the ways I keep Tinder fun.

Went to Vegas for the first time. One of the nights, I fucked a girl from Tinder, then went to a club two hours later, pulled a girl, and while waiting outside the club for an Uber, ran into the Tinder girl I had fucked. Naturally, I introduced the two girls and we had a laugh. Vegas is not real life.

I had two girls that wanted to meet up the one night I was in Vancouver. I chose wrong and had a failed date with a Kiwi girl in Vancouver. As soon as it was clear she wasn’t going to hook up with me, I called my backup, had her get out of bed, put clothes on, pick me up from the date location and take me straight back to my AirBnB. Always have a backup plan!

Analysis of My Game in 2018

Satisfying the Notch Hyena

2018 was about expanding from online game. I remember a specific date in late January from Tinder, where I matched this liberal arts, social justice-y 6, and having nothing to do, basically DTF pitched her that night and met her at a local bar. She wasn’t very talkative and there wasn’t really a spark, but as the sex was “pre-ordained”, I invited her back anyway. When I went to put the condom on to fuck her, I lost my erection. I realized that I wasn’t even attracted to this girl — why was I trying to bang her? After she left, I took the night to reflect on what it was I really wanted.

That was the beginning of the end for the Tinder notch hyena. As of now, I can say it’s pretty much satisfied. I let Tinder plus lapse at the beginning of the summer and haven’t bought it again. With pay-to-play becoming more of a trend on Tinder, as well as massively increased male competition, the playing field is again leveled and I have a tough time even matching girls I’m actually attracted to.

With all this in mind, I began to invest in daygame and nightgame cold approach as possible markets I could play to niches in and shoot above my level.

Unfortunately, the learning curve for these is much steeper than online game. I got two nightgame lays and zero daygame lays in 2018, despite my efforts.

Overall, I think I have calmed the notch hyena. I am no longer going after notches, but instead after consistency (ongoing casual relationships) and quality.


I feel like I am close to becoming an expert on texting. I used to have questions about how to respond to every little text a girl sent, now I’m only stumped a half dozen times a year.

I have truly mastered online game. There is no aspect of online game I cannot speak confidently about. I know exactly what is required to achieve complete success with online game — the only question mark is execution.

New Techniques

I learned the following new technical game techniques in 2018. I am not an expert at any of them yet, but I use them at least some of the time now:

  • Open loops
  • Compliance ladders (hoops)
  • Recognizing social and sexual hook points
  • Qualification (“I have standards”)
  • Laser eye contact


The biggest breakthrough I made in 2018 was that of image. I realized that my game had improved to the point where my image was actually my limiting factor. Interestingly, I predicted this back in January of last year in the post: How My Game Will — or Won’t — Evolve in 2018.

The most impactful quote from that article: “I will reach a point in 2018 where I cannot get to where I want to be without changing my lifestyle.”

It is now January 2019, and I have reached that point, but I have not made any significant changes to my lifestyle and image. As such, I have not truly begun to attract the types of girls I want to attract.

2019 will be about grappling with that fact.

I’ve had some very productive conversations with Sonny Arvado about how I can overhaul my image to attract the girls I want to attract, of which I will be going into more detail in my next blog post.

Tinder Self-Evaluation: how do you stack up against the competition?

I’m always surprised at the number of guys who create a Tinder profile without surveying the competition first. Just like any other market, Tinder is a competitive endeavor. Your goal should be to make your profile stick out and get the type of girl you’re going for to use one of her rare right swipes on you — how can you do that without knowing what other guys are offering?

One thing I recommend doing after you create your account is creating a fake female profile and swiping the first 50 guys in your location. Swipe right if you think the guy is more likely to get a right swipe than you, and swipe left if you think the guy is less likely to get a right swipe than you. At the end of your swipe session, count up the number of times you swiped left and divide by 50. This is your percentile rating in your area.

When you do this, put yourself in the shoes of the type of girl you’re going for. What would she swipe right on? Remember that you’re rating both the man’s attractiveness and the quality of his profile. Take into account, in order:

  • Head (facial attractiveness + hair) – by far the most important
  • Body (physique + height)
  • Ethnicity
  • Quality of photos (resolution and actual quality)
  • Bio (including profession and school)

I have done this multiple times throughout my years using Tinder in various cities. I just repeated the experiment again this morning and, putting myself in the shoes of a girl of above-average attractiveness in San Francisco, I got the 42nd percentile (I felt that 21/50 guys were more likely to get a right swipe than me). This leads to two conclusions:

  • Competition on Tinder is increasing. In past experiments in San Francisco, I have been in the high 30s. I believe my worst percentile the last time I tried was the 40th percentile. Guys are getting better photos, and more attractive guys are signing up and remaining active on Tinder.
  • San Francisco continues to have an extremely high level of male competition. In other cities, I was in the 30-35 percentile range. Not only are there a lot of high-value men here, the level of technical knowledge is high, meaning men do more research into creating a great Tinder profile.

Just for fun, here were some of the profiles that I rated as better and worse than my own:






My Story

I keep getting emails and comments from guys about how they enjoy my blog because it comes from a different perspective than anything else they’ve read in the community. As far as I can tell, these types of guys and share a few commonalities with me, including a high level of general intelligence, rational thinking, and interest in data/science.

From some of them, I’ve gotten requests to tell my story of how I got into Game.  I’m interested in sharing this because I’ve never heard of anyone with my prototype before. Maybe, by sharing my story, a few of you will identify with aspects as well.

As far as I’ve seen, most guys in the community are on a spectrum:

  • Incel-types with either little to no value, extreme self-confidence issues, or (usually) both
  • “Average frustrated chumps” or betas, who then either go more of the game route (approach! approach!) or the red pill route (self-improvement)
  • Average guys who got laid an average amount, then had a bad breakup or got out of a long term relationship
  • Naturals (either socially or looks-wise, usually both) who already got laid a ton, but wanted to learn formal Game to give them an elevated understanding and success rate

My prototype was completely different: I am a naturally below-average looking, extremely self-confident natural who, until I found Game in my mid-20s, didn’t go on dates, didn’t ask girls out, didn’t fool around, and most certainly did not get laid at all; not because I couldn’t, but because I just wasn’t interested in participating in what I felt were strange, foreign “mating dances”.

I have always been an extremely self-confident, extroverted, natural leader. My father is also self-confident and my mother was very introverted as a child, so she took steps to socialize me early on to make sure I wouldn’t have the same problems she did. I was intelligent, sharp, related well with other kids, and loved entertaining others. My mom, when I probed her about my childhood, replied “You didn’t have a shy bone in your body!”

At the same time, male-female relationships were beyond the scope of my comprehension. When I was 10, I remember a shy, attractive girl joined our class mid-year. Soon after she showed up, it seemed every conversation between the chodey guys in my class became about her, if so-and-so liked her, and the typical teases about going up and talking to her. Up until that point, we had been talking about normal fourth-grade things, like sports and video games, and considered the girls in our class nothing more than friends and equals. This girl disrupted everything. While I found her attractive, I was confused and disgusted by this behavior and refused to take part in it, walking away when conversations about her came up, or trying to change the subject.

By the time high school rolled around, I extended my social circle from “smart kids and nerds” to more of the general population. I was involved in a number of sports, clubs, and school leadership. Everyone knew me and I knew and got along with everyone. Around this time, my friends started getting “crushes” on girls and getting girlfriends. I had no interest. I was too busy with sports, video games, books, and exploring the outside world. I remember distinctly being disgusted by what I now know to be beta behavior: guys complaining at the lunch table about how “nice guys finish last” and how they wished they had a girlfriend. I remember very specific conversations with guys I found annoying who wouldn’t shut up about how certain girls in our school were “hot”. (Unsurprisingly, these guys never had any success with girls, something I always innately recognized, but only became clear when I swallowed the red pill.)

This disinterest in the opposite sex didn’t mean I wasn’t sure of my sexuality, however. Being a child of my generation, I discovered masturbation at age 12, which launched a stellar career as an internet porn connoisseur. I masturbated to porn between 1-4 times daily for the next 16 years, something which I believe gives minor erectile dysfunction issues to this day (I quit cold turkey in 2016 when I went full-time with Game).

Reading up until this point, one might assume I was getting laid a ton. I had all the boxes checked: Tons of friends? Extremely confident and social? Complete outcome independence and non-neediness? Natural leader with alpha traits?

Wrong. First of all, I was an ugly kid. Shorter than average height, pale skin, no sense of personal style, forehead wrinkling, and even worse, severe androgenic alopecia (a.k.a male pattern baldness) starting at age 14, which led to me looking like I was 35 in high school — seriously, I look younger now than I did back then. This, combined with my complete and utter disinterest in paying women any mind, meant that women didn’t show interest in me.

I didn’t realize it until later, but my high school was very tame compared to the stories I heard about other high schools since. Being friends with everyone, I attended my share of private parties. As far as I could tell, very few people were hooking up outside of actual “monogamous” high school relationships. This changed senior year, but because I didn’t drink, I stopped going to parties and never had any opportunities. My closest group of friends were all guys and most of us, as far as I knew, were virgins. There was no talk of sex or Game, but rather sports, video games, music, and movies. If anything was happening, I was painfully oblivious.

And oblivious I would continue to be. In fact, during my younger days, I can only think of a few incidents where girls showed me romantic interest:

  • An extremely quiet girl in my science class who I had never spoken with handed me a folded up note and instructed me not to open it until later. I waited until she was out of eyesight, and opened it to read “I like you. – Christina”. I scrunched up my face in confusion and threw it in the trash bin.
  • A girl from a rival high school who I talked to quite a bit over AOL Instant Messenger (never forget) had a boyfriend, but we hung out on occasion. I remember her specifically inviting me out on what to her must have been a “date”: we went to a restaurant and ended up back at her house, sitting on her bed when her parents weren’t home. I actually remember thinking that I would escalate in some way, which to my idiotic high school self involved dancing around like a clown and jokingly unzipping my pants/taking my shirt off while she laughed and protested. Despite my total inability to read signals, she later invited me to go spend the weekend skiing with her with her parents. I didn’t know how to respond, so I said no.
  • The alternative, edgy girl from my class who spent her days hanging out in music shops and cafés and obsessing about indie films. Most considered her a misfit, but I secretly admired her because we were friends on Livejournal (never forget) and she frequently posted about her hookups and bisexuality. When we were 19 and home from college for the summer, she invited me to watch a movie in theaters. It ended around midnight, and she very cleverly “seeded the pull” during our drive home by insisting I needed to come over to her house right then and there to watch another movie. We sat in her basement and she initiated the sex talk. She was floored to find out I was a virgin, given my high school popularity. I didn’t make any moves because the door was open and her little sister was wandering around the halls. Predictably, she revealed to me when we reconnected a few years ago that she badly wanted to fuck me.

Senior year of high school, I began to realize that my personality and upbringing was truly different than most of my “normal” peers. I spent more and more time on the internet, learning about personal finance, business, technology, and began to leverage my newfound knowledge to ensure future success. At 17, I got into online poker, so much so that I willingly skipped my senior prom to 4-table Sit N’ Go tournaments, feeling smug and superior to my classmates that had blown money on rented tuxes and limousines.

It was around this time that I first heard of “pick up artists” on a popular internet forum I used to frequent. A member posted that he had been following pickup techniques to become more socially adept. This forum was fairly savage, and anyone who deviated from group norms was savagely roasted. I, not knowing any better, followed in the groupthink roasting, and thus immediately adopted the mentality: “PUAs are predatory losers”.

College rolled around, the sweet period of life where inhibitions are lifted and hookup culture runs wild. Except… not for your author. With good academics as my guide, I shipped off to a prestigious private liberal arts college, where spotting a girl over a 6 was like finding a needle in a haystack. For most guys, this would be hell, but for me, ignorance was bliss. I loved college, flourishing in the small campus environment. My school didn’t have a true party culture like I’ve come to know at state schools. Parties were centered on off-campus houses with a keg of beer and pipes being passed around freely. Fraternities weren’t well-respected and most people wouldn’t be caught dead at one of their parties. I continued my social prowess from high school, befriending most in my class and amplifying my social circle. Freshman year, I was exposed to the beginnings of my friends “hooking up” with other girls in our class. I, however, abstained. I looked at the girls they were sleeping with in their drunken carousings — primarily fat, ugly feminists with curly hair, glasses, and Birkenstocks — and wanted no part of it.

Outside of academics and social life, I truly came into myself as a man during these formative college years. I developed several hobbies (which I won’t mention here to keep this blog decently anonymous) into full-blown passions, becoming so proficient that I far outperformed anyone else I was aware of. And at 19, realizing I was going bald and my only option for not looking like a misfit was to get jacked, I started lifting weights. By my senior year, at age 22, I had packed on 20lbs of muscle and was squatting 320lbs x 10.

The muscle helped, apparently. A couple months before graduation, my roommates and I threw a house costume party. Leaning against a wall in my sleeveless shirt and face paint, a girl in one of my classes approached me and revealed that her friend in the next room thought I was cute and wanted to know if I thought the same. Very middle-school-esque. I was in a club with the girl in question, a sophomore lacrosse player, but we had never really formally met. I reciprocated the interest, walked over to talk to her, and we soon found ourselves sitting on a couch in a crowded living room. Rather, I was sitting on the couch and her drunk-off-jello-shots self had flopped her way onto my lap. Talking and looking her in the eyes, I played it cool (because I knew of no other way to play it) until she leaned over and started making out with me.

My first kiss. At age 21.

We carried on for about a minute, but I felt uncomfortable because a lot of people from my social circle were there, and at the time I felt shame about such public displays of affection. I made some excuse about how it was bad news to kiss drunk girls, and despite her very clear attempts to go hang out in my room, I continued on my way throughout the party.

Then, the cringe started. When the night was wrapping up and she and her friend were rolling out, we met again in a basement hallway. We made out again and I demanded we meet up the next day because “It was Valentine’s Day.

The thought of my own neediness at that moment gives me the ol’ testicle shrivel. I was so excited at the thought that a girl was actually into me that I couldn’t sleep. So I stayed up in bed, googling “how to kiss” to make sure I was doing it right. I never ended up hooking up with the girl. She revealed the next day that she had a boyfriend deployed in the Navy, and my morals back then were purer than they are now. I stopped pursuing her and went back to life as normal.

I didn’t think of girls and Game again until I was out of college. I had graduated and taken a tech job downtown with a bunch of fun coworkers. One of them was a brilliant developer, charismatic but somewhat sloppy. He was a fan of nightlife and often organized our post-work happy hour bar crawls. On one of them, he mentioned the book The Game. I hadn’t heard of it, but he described the plot and that it followed a group of pick-up artists. Thinking back to what I had read on the internet, I was instantly judgemental.

“Pick-up artists manipulate and abuse women!” I argued.

“I don’t see it that way.” He countered. He told me that among the great connections he had made along the way, he had met a long-term girlfriend through Game.

Despite his reasoning, I left the conversation still vehemently against pickup.

Some months later, I had my first in-person interaction with “pickup artists”. A German girl I met while on a year abroad in Europe was doing an exchange of her own at a university in my home state, and I had hooked her up with housing for the September with a few friends I knew. I returned home for Halloween and went to a party at the college house she was living in. Halfway through the party, 4-5 drunk, loud, idiotic kids showed up. I was eavesdropping on their conversation, which — and I swear to God I’m not exaggerating any of this — went something like

“I’m getting IOIs. Go open and DHV that HB7 over there, but watch out for AMOGs”.

Imagine the very worst of a pick-up field report in the mid-2000s, and that’s how these kids were actually talking. Loudly. In front of everyone at the party. I immediately recognized them as pick-up artists, and could only stand there and marvel at the terribleness of it all. At first, I was amused, but then they began to hit on my friend. Cockblock mode engaged. I felt I had to protect my oh-so-innocent German friend: I her aside and tried to explain what a “pick-up artist” was, even going as far as pulling up the page on Wikipedia.

“They’re bad people! They manipulate and abuse women!” I repeated my tired old mantra. My friend was bemused and while she tacitly agreed, she revealed that she and one of her friends had just given out their phone number to the guy. I was shocked. These guys were low-value idiots, but what they were doing was effective enough to get numbers? There had to be something to this.

The next summer, one of my best friends from college came to visit. While visiting, he revealed that for the past year, he had joined a local pick-up lair and was “sarging” with a couple wingmen. This friend and I remain close to this day, and he’s one of the most intelligent, rational, and reasonable people I know. If he was into Game, there clearly had to be a decent side to it as well.

I began idly Googling and soon found the RooshV blog. While Roosh’s directness often offended my progressive liberal arts sensibilities, I found his reports about banging girls while traveling interesting, as I had done quite a bit of international travel myself. I subscribed to the RSS feed and read every article he posted, though, as a 24-year-old virgin, his “field reports” still very much functioned in the role of fantasy for me.  One day, I noticed a link on his sidebar to his 2007 book Bang. I downloaded it and began reading…

… and my mind was blown. Instead of fantasy stories about traveling to foreign lands to get women, I was reading an intricate step-by-step manual for how to go from meet to penis in vagina for any given woman. It was exactly what I needed. The chapter I will never forget was called “Late Game”. In it, Roosh describes how to go from being alone in a room with a woman to escalating to sex in excruciating detail. It may sound strange, but this was the missing link for me. I had always wondered in the back of my mind how my friends had hooked up with girls at parties, and this section revealed every single step in viscid detail:


My mind was open, and it was time to get to work. Several months later, I left the States again for a two-year sojourn in Europe. While enjoying the party hostel scene, I began to test out some of the techniques, including kino, a concept that was completely new to me at the time. One night, while partying in the common room of a hostel, I began to kino an American girl visiting from San Francisco who was sitting on the bench next to me. To my surprise, she reciprocated, and soon we were covertly holding hands under the table. Drawing on my natural instincts, I immediately knew what to do. When the moment was right, and no one was looking, I grabbed her by the hand, led her around the corner, pressed her up against the wall and started making out with her. I then led her upstairs, pushed her into a shower stall in the girls hostel bathroom, and everything flowed from there. Bang and 12 years of watching pornography were my guide, and halfway into it she was moaning “I bet you do this to all the girls!” I laughed, thinking “if only you knew…”

That hookup instilled a new level of confidence in me. I continued throughout the next few years to take an idle interest in Game, but was too busy with other endeavors to really get into it (though I could sense that somehow, it was in my future). I hooked up with a few more girls, but they were all girls that approached me.

Then, two and a half years ago, I was sidelined with an injury and unable to work out. Bored, I downloaded Bumble, which I had heard about from a few friends, and started swiping. Amazingly, even with my terrible photos and embarrassment about “online dating”, I actually matched with some pretty cute girls. Previously, I had thought I was too ugly for most girls to find me attractive, but these apps told a different story. I immediately began to delve into research: how could I optimize my processes to guarantee as much success as possible?

The rest, as you can read about on the rest of this blog, was history.