Belgrade Bang

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Kinda like this, but not really. Got bored of googling.

It was day 5 (Tuesday 18 October) of the jaunt and I was starting to feel jaded, I’d put the work in and wasn’t seeing any great results yet. I was walking down Kralja Milana with Mr Arr, he was complaining about all of his numbers either blocking him or flaking. I was trying to console him but I had no idea why this was happening as hardly any of mine were flaking. It could have been bad luck or he could have been giving off creepy vibe, either way I quickly stopped caring when I saw a tall, slim leggy red head walk in my direction across the road. She was well dressed with boot/heels, tight torn jeans and a brown, fitted fur coat covering her upper half. It was obvious that her hair was died red and she had bright blue eyes. She was a high 7, she’d be an 8 if she ate a bit more.

I don’t normally go for these types, I like them shorter with a bit more meat, but this girl was fucking hot. After I caught site of her I started walking towards her to try and force an IOI, I didn’t have to try very hard as our eyes quickly locked. I let her get safely to the other side of the road before I ran after her and did the front stop.

The Set

I teased her that her red hair made her look Irish, which blatantly wasn’t true, Irish girls can not look that good. It didn’t matter what the hell I was saying, she was eye spazzing and I could sense that she liked me. We spoke for 12 minutes and I found out that she was 24, studying economics and lived far outside of the city and travelled for 90 minutes every day in and out. Her English wasn’t great but it was possible to have a decent conversation without consulting google translate. I pushed for an idate at the end of the set but she said she was tired and her bus was leaving soon.

I asked for the number and she said she doesn’t give it to strangers as her mother has warned her about doing such things, oh the irony. I played the adventure/life is short card and she gave the number.

Texting

There was no ‘text game’ involved at all on my part. As you can see, I sent her the stock feeler and it was plain sailing from there.

Date 1

I met her at 4.30pm outside Hotel Moskva the next day; this would be my first of three dates back to back that day, the other two being at 6.15pm and 9.30pm. She had come straight from college and was planning to get a bus back to her home city at 6pm. Despite this she still made an effort compared to the previous day, she was wearing a bit more make-up and was wearing even tighter jeans and nicer boots. I liked it.

We went to cafe espresso around the corner and I could see she was nervous. She had so much energy bubbling out of her that I thought she was going to explode at one point. I told her this and she laughed even more.  She was very giggly and very chatty; the waiter in the cafe kept over-hearing our conversation and butting in. She was clearly struggling to speak in English and felt embarrassed. The waiter was starting to piss me off and kept talking to my girl in Serbian, we drank our coffees and I suggested we go somewhere else.

We walked down Knez Mihailova towards Iron Bar, which was a bar near my apartment. This venue was darker and had couches at the back. It was now 5.30pm, she said she would have to leave soon for her bus. I told her to get a later one and she agreed to get the 7pm bus.

I ordered a beer; she got lemonade before excusing herself to use the bathroom. I texted my second date asking if we could meet at 7 instead. She wasn’t happy but agreed.

When red head returned I started to escalate, I attempted the questions game but she didn’t like it so I reverted to weaving the questions into conversation naturally.

I found out she had only ever had one boyfriend of 3 years and only ever kissed him, no one else. She lived in her small town with family and she sometimes helped out on her granddad’s farm milking cows. She was so traditional and very feminine. I find this so refreshing compared to the ‘girls’ in the West.

I tried to kiss her and she refused on the first attempt. I did not react and asked her more about her grand fathers farm.

A few more minutes passed and I slowed down. I stopped talking as much and talked lower and slower. I would just alternate between looking around the room then staring at her blue eyes. I then grabbed her lightly behind the neck and pulled her in for the kiss. She responded enthusiastically with tongues and all. Afterwards she said ‘how dare you trick me like that?!’ with a smile on her face.

We carried on chatting and kissed a few more times. I asked if she was any good at cooking and she said she was and she loved to cook. I asked if she can cook traditional Serbian food and she said yes of course. I invited her to cook for me at my apartment and she seemed enthusiastic but would have to check her schedule and get back to me. Before we knew it, it was time for her to get her bus and me to run off for my second date.

Date 2

After further text game mastery I persuaded her to meet me again two days later. It was a Friday afternoon and I was due to fly back to London the next day so this was it, all or nothing (apart from a grotty 6 notch).

I met her in the same place at 15:45. It was pissing down with rain so I went inside the hotel. She text to say she’s running late so I sat down and ordered a coffee whilst listening to the classical Russian music in the background. Rock star life styles.

When she arrived she looked even hotter again, wearing all black. I immediately accused her of copying my fashion.

After I finished my coffee we took a walk to the super market near my place. I grabbed a basket and we got the ingredients she needed as well as a couple of bottles of wine (Xants and I had drank all the ‘bounce back booze’ the previous night).

As we walked to my place and I could sense that she was still very nervous. I jokingly asked if I could search her handbag for guns or knives. Flip the script, baby.

Once we got into the apartment I quickly showed her around the flat and after that she immediately went to the sink and started washing the leftover dishes that we hadn’t washed from breakfast. What a woman. I asked her if I could marry her and she giggled.

She then said nervously ‘there’s something I need to tell you’…

I started guessing all the worst possible things which was probably the wrong thing to do in case one of them were actually true. But I did it anyway…

‘You’re pregnant?’

‘No’

‘You have a husband?’

‘No’

“You have AIDs?’

‘No, no noooo. It’s not that bad but I feel bad because I should have told you this earlier’ said she.

She then asked me to add her on facebook and I would see what she was trying to say. I did and there she is in picture after picture with a man. He looked like a male 8, taller and better looking than me. I had a weird mixture of emotions go through my head. 1. Poor guy, 2. Why would such a lovely girl do this? 3. I don’t care, I’m just glad she’s here.

This is new for me, I’ve never, to my knowledge, notched a girl with a serious boyfriend before. I was very surprised especially considering that she did not mention the boyfriend on the street or on the first date where we kissed. I felt a little uneasy but proceeded as normal, trying not to mention him too much.

It took her an hour or two to prepare all the food. She made loads of stuff but what impressed me the most was the traditional Serbian bread that she made from scratch, however, I have already forgotten the name of it.

As she cooked I sat on a bar stool, drank wine and messed about on youtube whilst chatting to her.

We sat down to eat and after dinner we had a cigarette at the table and jokingly talked about getting married. I told her I’d take her to vegas and probably divorce her a few weeks later bla la…

I asked her if she liked massages, she said she did but didn’t want one as she knew what it would lead to. I played dumb and said ‘I have no idea what you’re talking about’.

Then I told her that life is short and we should make the most of it while we’re still young, you could get hit by a bus tomorrow. She agreed.

We went back to normal conversation for a few more minutes before I took her by the hand and walked her to the bedroom.

Sexy Time

I lay her face down on the bed and started massaging her through her clothes initially. I told her that they were getting the way and that I needed to remove them. She said no she didn’t want me to see. I got up and turned the light off, returned to her and told her to remove them. She obliged. I massaged for another couple of minutes and then soon after all our clothes were off and I was fingering her. She was very vet, I went down on her but she didn’t seem to like it and pulled me back up to say the magic sentence ‘Do you have a condom?’… Actually she didn’t know the English word for condom so she said ‘Do you have something for your penis?’. It was cute.

I put the condom on and we fucked. It was good sex and she has a very nice body despite quite small breasts.

Post-Sex Interview

She was running late for her last bus at 9pm, I was walking her to the bus station when I remembered I hadn’t done the post-sex interview.

As we power-walked to the station I asked her when she decided that she wanted to have sex. She said it was after dinner when we were talking about life being short and taking opportunities.

This lay proves that even though the girls there typically take several dates before any chance of getting laid, there are a few, even with boyfriends who are looking for adventure sex. You just need to turn up and show them the way.

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Belgrade you Beauty

b6_ouqdiuaajymsThe dust has settled, my liver is regenerating, my thoughts are becoming coherent again and I am reflecting on what was a fun trip to Belgrade through the medium of this blog post.

In short – I like it and I’ll definitely go back, I’d go back tomorrow if I had the chance.

Here’s the long story…

Xants from citydaygame has already had his say here however, we both had quite different experiences, even though we were shacking up together.

I really like the girls there. Their fashion is great, they’re friendly, feminine and I find them fucking hot. I think they liked me too because I got more IOI’s there than I did anywhere else.

The biggest difference I noticed was the monoculture in comparison to Prague. Monoculturism can be great politically but not for improving your chances of banging YHT. I think I only approached one foreigner and she wasn’t really a foreigner, she was from Montenegro. The trouble with so many local girls is that they have established social circles that include hordes of orbiters waiting for their chance. If they’re students in a foreign city (Prague) or just on holiday (London) then this obstacle is removed.

On the flipside, the fact that they are all local and live more or less identical lives can mean that they are bored senseless and are craving for some adventure in the form of Irish cock. Read more about that here.

Belgrade is a bit bigger than Prague. You have Knez Mihailova as well as the long road up towards the University. It’s a bit hillier which I wasn’t so keen on, but I guess it’s good for the fitness.

Another thing that did strike a chord with me about the city was that it was quite difficult to find an omelette after 12.30pm. The only way we overcame that obstacle was by making them at home. According to some in the community, this is absolute faggotry.

To me, the city didn’t feel burned. But I don’t think anywhere was as burned as Prague was this Summer. I still got my fair share of blow-outs, but no more than I would in London.

Now let’s get down to the nitty gritty…

Approaches: 49

Sessions: 5

Numbers: 10

Facebooks: 5

Flakes: 4

idates: 0

First Dates: 5

Second Dates: 3

Lays: 2

I number farmed hard the first day approaching 18 girls (a lot more than my usual) as I was full of new city vibe. The number of approaches gradually decreased in the subsequent days along with my vibe.

My vibe wasn’t helped much by the fact that I was drinking and smoking heavily every night and generally not sleeping very well due to construction going on outside our apartment.

One thing that did pick my vibe up massively was having good wings. I was winging with Xants most of the time and occasionally Mr Arr and sometimes both. We kept each others spirits up and I don’t think I would have approached as much solo, under the circumstances. A shout out also goes to Garzero whom I never daygamed with but had a few beers with, he seems like a nice chap and has some good stories.

I stopped approaching after the first 5 days. I just couldn’t be bothered any more and I’d built up enough leads and had set up some dates. Here are the dates in chronological order with a brief synopsis of what happened on each;

Date 1: Pink Panther – Monday 17 October – Awkward kiss goodbye

Date 2: Police officer – Tuesday 18 October – no kiss

Date 3: Cow Girl – Tuesday 18 October – Lay in the hallway of my apartment block

Date 4: Super K girl – Wednesday 19 October – Peck on the lips

Date 5: Red Head – Thursday 20 October – Proper kissing

Date 6: Pink Panther (date 2) – Thursday 20 October – Proper kissing

Date 7: Super K Girl (date 2) – Thursday 20 October – Peck on the lips

Date 8: Red Head (date 2) – Friday 21 October – Lay

 

As you can see I was double and triple booking myself as the clocked ticked on. I set aside the hole of my last day for the red head as I had a good feeling about her.

I have a handful of leads which are still texting that I never got out, including one I closed from ‘night game’ which at the moment for me is approaching girls when half pissed (hopefully this will not be the case for much longer with the help of Jimmy). All of the girls I went on dates with are leads except for the Super K girl who has since went psycho over text. There’s still enough to go back for and a couple of them are even talking about coming to London to visit me. This is not always a good idea which I am currently discovering with my Russian. FML.

As with any city, I think if you can spend a month there your chances of getting laid will increase. Most of the girls I got out on dates were very K selected in that it would have taken 3 or 4 dates. I need to improve my screening abilities on these K girls to try determine which ones are time wasters earlier on.

What does all of this mean?

I’ve caught the bug and have already started laying the foundations. My plan for next year is to quit my job and go contracting, working only 6 to 8 months of the year. I will be ‘euro-jaunting’ the rest of the time. I haven’t decided on a timeline yet or if I will stick to the 10 day stints or a month or longer in each place. But I’ve decided I’m definitely doing it, the red pill is beginning to sink its teeth in.

 

Adventure Sex Review

I’ve never written a book review, so excuse me if this is a bit shit.

What is it about?

The clue is in the title. It tracks Nick Krausers’ best year in game – 2014. He begins the year making instant oats and playing video games in London before jetting off around Europe on ‘euro-jaunts’ in the pursuit of younger, hotter and tighter vagina.

Is it any good?

I have this and his original memoir, Balls Deep. There is a definite improvement in the quality and style of writing, you can tell he’s put a bit more effort into it. There is some solid game advice in there however, it is obviously not a ‘how to’ book. There are few typos and full stops missing but this doesn’t detract from quality and it’s obvious which word he meant to type.

It’s a memoir explaining how he negotiated his way to Advenutre sex despite challenges e.g. Dental problems, travelling with wings who are at different stages of their own journey, melt downs, LMR, periods etc. This makes it much more relatable and shows that he’s actually human. You could probably read it cover to cover in a couple of days but it took me a couple of weeks as I was out chasing skirt the rest of the time. I like the fact that there are no captions or boxes on the side of the pages with snippets of information that disrupt the flow.

LULZ

There are quite a few LOL moments in there. I LOL’d the hardest when he was describing how he took Julieta from virginity to anal adventure sex. She asked him ‘am I slut because I love it in the ass?’.

I have yet to do a girl in the ass from daygame, this has inspired me to try it.

There is an array of porn star references in there which made me chuckle and he frequently says ‘bitches be crazy’ when explaining the behaviours of some of his conquests.

If you’re bashful in public then I wouldn’t recommend carrying this book on the tube with you as you may randomly bust out laughing and get some funny looks, as I did.

Did I learn anything?

As an aspiring player on a journey of my own I learnt a lot, most notably that I still have a long way (78 lays to be precise) to go before I can call myself a ‘player’ by Krausers definition. I didn’t have any ‘eureka’ moments or epiphanies whilst reading it but I could relate to a lot of it.

He drops a few names of date venues in London which I have since tried, this is always useful. He also drops names of places around Europe which I will investigate when I go to said places.

There are some stories in there that barely sound believable e.g. 4 girls in one day on his last afternoon in Prague. I didn’t think such a feat was possible, however, it provides motivation to get to this level.

I have since applied some of his methods to my own game. For example, how he handled Dunja on her period.

Krauser has set the benchmark and if a middle aged, bald, Geordie can do all that then surely anyone can. What’s your excuse?

Should you buy it?

Yes, it’s definitely worth £25. I will be adding it to my ever expanding Daygame library and I’ll probably re-read it next year.

Lay Report: Indian Outlier

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She didn’t have quite as many tattoos, but not far off.

This one took a while to close the loop.

Open

I opened her at the beginning of August, it was my first approach of the day as I got off the tube at Oxford circus. She was dressed in black leather pants and a white baggy top. I teased her on looking like a gangster rapper and jumped around various other topics. It’s still a sticking point of mine, not “unpacking the topic” as Tom Torero told me on my training with him a year ago.

I found out she was born in Hong Kong, her parents are from India and she’s lived her adult life in London. So what flag does that make her? Technically she’s Chinese, but she obviously looks as Indian as the girl in the corner shop, except hot. She’s a solid 7.

Logistics proved to be tricky as she lived quite far out of London and it would take me 6 weeks to get her out on the first date.

 

 

Date 1

I met her on a Sunday night at 7.30pm outside Covent garden tube station. She showed up in tight jeans, a tight fitting top and a little blazer, she looked hot, possibly an 8 now. One of the many perks of daygame is that the girls generally jump up a point when they do themselves up for the date.

I walked her down long acre and got a table outside the Sussex pub. It wasn’t a great first venue as the only table available was beside a group of drunken English yobs who had clearly been drinking all day. They interrupted us two or three times, one of them actually fell over right beside me and I had to help him up. I quickly finished my beer and told her to finish her drink before bouncing her to a well known bazaar in Seven Dials.

This venue was a lot better but she insisted on eating as she hadn’t eaten all day. I told her I don’t normally eat on dates but relented the frame and we got a platter of nibbles. I used it to my advantage by playing the parody chode and hand feeding her the food.

She shared quite a lot of personal information about her childhood and I quickly put her into the ‘r’ box. Her parents were Sikh but she didn’t practice any of that stuff, she had 6 tattoos, had seen a lot of the world and wasn’t happy with her current career as a nursery teacher. She’s eager to travel more and hasn’t found her ideal job yet.

It was getting to around 10pm now and I hadn’t escalated that much, i probably did too much comfort as I was enjoying the conversation. She said she had to leave soon as it would take her more than an hour to get home. No first date lay.

I walked her back to the tube station and as we were about to part ways I pulled her in to kiss her on the lips. She responded enthusiastically by kissing me with full tongue. Fuck, I should have tried that earlier.

I suggested that she come to my place the following weekend for ‘dinner and a movie’. She responded saying ‘dinner and a movie, huh?’. I said, why not? with a cheeky smile. She agreed.

 

Interlude

As the following Saturday was rolling around a huge cold sore developed in the corner of my mouth (see Herpes-celling). I had no choice but to cancel the date as I didn’t think she would find me sexy looking like that.

I text her telling her I’d caught the lurgy and proposed that we do it the following weekend. She agreed.

 

I hit the streets yesterday for my first proper session in about 2 weeks. I was thoroughly uninspired by the quality on display on the streets of London. I only did 6 approaches in 4 hours getting one weak facebook close (she hasn’t even accepted the friend request). I was winging with Xants who had a great day closing 5 girls out of around 10 approaches.

Whilst I was out I received a text from her at around 3pm.

‘OMG I’ve just woke up, I think I’m still intoxicated’

‘Bad girl, I guess this means you won’t be making it to Shoreditch?’ She was supposed to come to mine at 6pm.

She didn’t respond for ages so Xants and I went for a couple of beers. We were still drinking at around 7pm when she finally text to tell me she would be arriving at 8.30pm. Game on.

Date 2

I got back to Old street station to find her there waiting for me. She was wearing a similar outfit to the previous date and looked hot, again.

I told her it was too late to cook now and suggested we get a takeaway and head back to mine. She agreed.

We went to a ramen place near mine, ordered food and had a drink while we waited.

As we sat there she challenged, ‘why are we going back to your place, can’t we just eat here?’

I told her it was more comfy back at mine and I could put on some nice music.

When we got back to my place I put some music one and we ate the food, mine was minging so I ate most hers, much to her dismay. We had a cigarrette on the balcony and then I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.

We kissed a lot and I reached down to rub her pussy outside her jeans. She said ‘no we can’t do anything, I’m on my period’.

Normally at this point I would have taken out the trusty red towel, but I recalled golden nugget of PUA advice from Krauser’s latest book (page 410 for those of you who have it).

I asked her which day it was, she told me it was the fourth day. I told her to go to the bathroom, she could take a shower if she wished.

When she returned from the bathroom she started stripping and then jumped me. Guess it wasn’t that bad down there.

Adventure Sex?

She was a great lay, she had a nice little ass with quite large boobs for a small girl. Her brown skin was covered in tattoos and she was pretty wild. I was raw-dogging her and she didn’t seem to care.

I’m not used to the old raw-dogging so I came quickly, fortunately I pulled out just in time to jizz all over the bed.

She said ‘Is that it?’

It made me think of that Flight of the Conchords song however, I refrained from saying ‘two minutes in heaven is better than one minute in heaven’.

Instead I whipped out the love wand and started to pleasure her with that. She really liked this and was moaning very loudly whilst digging her nails into my back, this got me hard again pretty quickly.  I turned her round and fucked her hard doggy style whilst pulling her hair before pulling out to come on her back.

She stayed the night and I even made her breakfast before she departed the next morning. I will definitely be keeping her around.

 

 

 

 

Herpes-celling

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September has been a quiet month for me. However, I still got laid twice. Here’s the stats;

Sessions: 13

Approaches: 68

Closes: 15

Flakes: 2 (Most replied but either fell off or are still on the radar)

idates: 3

Dates: 5

Lays: 2

But those stats are good, no? They are all from the first two weeks of September. After that I hardly went out.

HERPES

I have herpes. So do you, probably. If you have ever kissed a girl then you’ve probably got it. I have been astounded how little people (this one in particular) know about the virus. This is not a sexual health blog, just google Herpes Simplex Virus.

I attempted to go out last week with a big fuck off cold sore in the corner of my mouth, I did one approach and got a polite rebuttal then sacked it off to go drinking with Xants and a few of the other local PUA’s.

The cold sore has frustrated the shit out of me because whilst I’ve been herpes-celling I’ve generally had very good vibe.  I’ve been eating well, not drinking (that much), going to the gym regularly, and the stress levels at work have decreased massively. I’ve felt good, maybe this is also because the pressure of approaching has been off.

Herpes has not only prevented me from approaching, but it’s also prevented me from going on dates. Last Saturday a girl was supposed to come to my place for the sex date dinner and I had to cancel. All is not lost as she is coming around tonight, but I was pissed off, it could have been the third notch of the month.

I went on a date with a Turkish girl who was fresh off the boat a couple of the days before the onset of the cold sore. She has been texting me a lot since to try and arrange a second date but I’ve given her radio silence. Hopefully she’ll come running back when i ping her again.

Regulars

I have been seeing quite a lot of the Turkmen. She is a genuine 8 and will push herself up to a 9 if she gets the boob job she’s been talking about. She leaves in less than two weeks so I’m happy to carry on the mini-relationship until then.

As well as her, I have been seeing the 21 (now 22) yr old virgin and I’ve been pinging a few others including the Russian who arrives in a few weeks to stay with me (for a hole week).

Reading

I stopped reading War and Peace to read Krauser’s latest memoir. There’s some great stories in there which I can relate to. I’ll probably write up a review when I’m done.

What does October have in store?

The herpes scab is falling off and the notch hyena is hungry. This powerful combination will ensure I slay lots of new pussy. I will start the slaying mission in London followed by 9 days in a popular Euro-jaunt destination and finish off the month with the Russian invasion of my apartment. It’s going to be busy, bring it on.