Today I did a bit of a day game in Limassol. Whereby “Daygame” sounds strange these days compared to what we did a little over a year ago. Naturally, the conditions are still not optimal. This is less because of the masks and more because there are far fewer people and, accordingly, far fewer women outside. Therefore, logically, you can only do fewer sets in a given time. However, it has to be said that every change has both positive and negative sides: there are fewer girls out there, but they seem more receptive overall – that is, more approachable. This is certainly also due to the fact that the competition – which is classically rather low in the day game anyway – has been pulverized since Corona. Or to put it in simpler terms: no other man is addressing women at the moment. So if you approach one, the chances are usually pretty good.
However, the rules of the game – a social game, as we recall – have changed a little: the mask has now become a part of this game. While I – still – see the use of the masks as rather limited, I still wear them well – at least under my chin – and only put them on fully when I speak to a girl. Only when she takes off her mask or doesn’t put it on do I take off mine in the course of the conversation. I would consider it impolite or even anti-social not to take another person’s (possible) fear seriously. And if you see what fear the media has persuaded people, then I think you should take it seriously.
The rules are generally more relaxed here in Cyprus – like pretty much all the rules. If somewhere “Don’t park!” stands, you look to see if other cars have already parked. If the rule is “put on your mask!”, You look to see if other people are wearing the mask. And if so, how many or in what proportion. Overall, here in Cyprus one can see very clearly that one no longer lives in a paternalistic state or in a paternalistic society. Neither side is concerned with teaching the other. Instead, one proceeds even more strongly according to the motto: “Live and let live!” This is easy on the nerves and is probably one of the reasons why people live longer. The Greek motto of life “Siga, siga!” (translated as “Take it easy!”) you learn here within the first few weeks. In this respect, I am happy that I accepted the contract and will stay here for the time being. In recent years Germany has become more and more cheeky and disrespectful towards people like me who have paid taxes and social security contributions for decades. In my environment, too, I was able to see more and more often that more and more people were working and less earned – unless they had started their own business (like me) and could thus play by their own rules. In this respect, the game of love and the game of business are very similar: Are you satisfied with the breadcrumbs that fall from the table of the grown-ups – or do you prefer to play according to your own rules? I chose the sunny island without winter. 🙂
Today I only did one set in an hour (HB8 / 25), but it was great fun again. She wore her mask on her arm and was a squirrel masters student from Greece that falls into the party girl category. I opened it directly, which has worked pretty well here in Cyprus so far – much better than in Germany, where I opened more indirectly-directly. I used a pre-opener and the set hit the hook point immediately after the direct opening. She was on her way to meet a friend, so the set unfortunately stayed just under 10 minutes. Unfortunately, I made a mistake in the logistical part because I had to close it on Facebook and didn’t press for my friend request to be accepted. This should send my messages up before she even sees them. But no matter, it’s about playing and having fun. 🙂
Tomorrow I will probably tackle the Larnaca seafront again. That has already become a small tradition. Maybe we’ll see each other. 😉