Warsaw Review

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Executive Summary

I like the place. The girls are pretty and I can see why it get’s a reputation for being a sea of 7’s. There are 8’s and even the odd 9 interspersed but these are scarce in comparison to Belgrade. Most girls are polite when you open them, I only got a handful of blowouts. The quality of living is good, there are no migrants, most things are cheaper than the UK, they seem to have figured out that you can cook eggs after mid-day and that more than one card can be used to pay a bill. These things matter. Most of them speak English but they all appreciate it if you can say a couple of words in Polish. The weather is nice this time of year, however, it was unseasonably terrible for the first two weeks of my time there. I got laid 5 times and it could have been more if not for some bad luck. I’m greedy.

Here’s the meat…

Sets Number FB Flake idate Date Near Miss Lays
130 20.77% 15.38% 38.30% 3.08% 6.15% 1.54% 2.31%
27 20 18 4 8 2 3

I opened 130 girls over 26 daygame sessions, an average of 5 sets per day. From these 130 girls I collected 47 contact details, that’s a 1 in 2.77 close rate. Out of the 47 contact details, 18 flaked without responding to the feeler, 4 of them I took on idates, 3 of which I would never see again. I got 8 of them out on proper first dates, this number does not include D3’s and D4’s. I went on three dates with one girl who had just come out of a 10 year relationship and didn’t get the notch, I may do another blog post on her if I’m bored. I went on two dates with a 9, I don’t normally do date reports, but I may do one on her, again, if I’m bored, which I doubt I will be given my next destination.

I had two near misses. The first one was only a couple of days after arriving and I was extremely unlucky not to get the notch. We messaged back and forth but I never managed to get her out again. I had two near misses with the 10yr relationship girl. One at my place and one at hers. She said if she’d had sex with me, she would have fallen in love. The L word scared me off and I quickly gave up on her after that.

Out of the 8 dates I converted 3 of them to notches. That’s an approach to lay ratio of 1 in 43.33 and a date to lay ratio of 1 in 2.67. In Belgrade these numbers were 1 in 12 and 1 in 1.33 respectively.

All of the stat’s above are daygame only. I also attempted “Night Game” three times and got two notches from it. That’s five notches in total, I will summarise them all briefly;

Description – Age – HB Rating

1st NG Notch – 21 – 6

Ukrainian – 25 – 8

Blondie – 22 – 8

The Witch – 27 – 7

J Cups – 24 – 6

Average age – 23.8

Average HB – 7

On the first day I got the impression that the city was burned. My first set was a blow-out and one girl complained that the exact same thing happened to her the day before. However, apart from my wing, I only saw another daygamer do an actual set on 2 or 3 occasions the entire time I was there and these were spammy RSD style sets apart from one of them.

There were a few occasions when Warsaw felt small e.g. when I was on a date with the Ukrainian and another girl I closed saw me with her, when I was in set with another girl and Blondie walked past, when I was having an idate in a coffee shop and another girl I’d closed was in the same coffee shop. Fortunately, I wasn’t caught on the last two occasions but I was the first time and that girl quickly fell off.

The interesting takeaway from Warsaw for me, was that even though there were less 8’s about, it was easier for me to get them out on dates and even bang a couple. I closed a handful of 8’s in Belgrade but I couldn’t get them out for one reason or another.

Highlights – in no particular order

  • Best sex ever with the witch
  • I sucked on J cups, they were a bit sweaty though, even after she had a shower!
  • Dated a 9 – only got a kiss on the second date, but she is worth going back for
  • Banged a Ukrainian – probably the worst sex ever
  • Gained a new wing in Mr R – He’s so laid back he’s almost horizontal, which is a great quality for a wing to have
  • Met and had coffee/beers with most of the resident daygamers there
  • Winged with Krauser for a day – he talks a lot but I tried my hardest to keep up whilst still scanning for girls.
  • Met and winged with TD Daygame – He’s probably one of the relatively more ‘normal’ coaches I’ve met
  • Met and had weird vegan stuff which I will not call food with Rivelino – nice to put a face to the avatar
  • I got gifts from girls including a note-pad, pen, wine, a post-card, a CD and a sex positions book. I didn’t ask for these nor did I give them anything in return.
  • Mini-relationship with Blondie – she gave me a BJ at the top of the Palace of Culture and I banged her on my balcony on my last night. She was on her period so I wanted the clean up to be easy. What a girl.
  • I have 3 solid long leads that I would go back for

Lowlights

  • A lot of flakes and flakey behaviour. The main excuse I got was that they were too busy studying for exams. I don’t buy this excuse. If she’s into you, she will make time to see you.
  • I had sex with a genuine witch. She has since sent me pictures of birds she has killed with her bare hands and used their skulls to make necklaces. Yeah.
  • Ran out of time to bang the 9. I reckon another date or two would have done it.

So there you have it kids, the key to getting laid in Warsaw, or anywhere, is to do a lot sets, collect a lot of leads, message them, sulk as most of them flake, “text game” the ones that don’t, invite them out, run some game on them, get them back to your centrally located apartment and bang them. I don’t see what all the fuss is about.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve just touched down in Moscow… Paka-Paka

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Lay Report: J Cups!

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She’s not as hot as this. But the boobs are around the same size.

This was a grot lay and I will not try to disguise it as anything else. She’s a low 6 with the biggest boobs I’ve ever seen. Here is the story…

I opened this girl on Thursday. I started the day in a fairly shitty mood. I had a date lined up with a high 8 that evening, short brunette, brown eyes, tanned skin, dresses nicely and very feminine, exactly my type. I could feel she was flaking as I had got radio silence for over 24 hours, and sure enough, at around 5pm she text me a big long message telling me how she was so busy and that she wouldn’t be able to make it. This has been par for the course in Warsaw. I have got less than 1 in 10 numbers out on dates and have had 7 or 8 date flakes now.

I was walking around in the blazing hot sunshine with Mr R and we were getting towards the end of our session and turning our minds towards dinner. I’d done 4 or 5 sets already and got nothing but blowouts and boyfriend excuses. We were at the crossing by Zlote Tarasy and walking back towards Chmielna when I saw possibly the biggest rack I have ever seen walking towards me, it was on a short little brunettes body. Myself and Mr R were both in shock at the size of them.

She was a little bit chubby, but not excessively and her boobs looked too big for her little frame. I thought “fuck it, I’m not getting anything better today.”

D1

I opened, she was very stand-offish and was in a hurry to get to work. I didn’t get any stacking in and she wasn’t hooking. I went for the close anyway and she surprisingly gave me her facebook details. The set lasted around two minutes.

We ended up texting quite a lot that evening and set up a date for 3pm on Saturday afternoon. I’d already agreed to see blondie at mid-day and had a D3 lined up for the evening with possibly the hottest girl I’ve opened this year, the closest thing I’ve closed to a 9.

It was another scorcher, 27 degrees to be precise. I went up to the top of the Palace of Culture with blondie, we took in the panoramic views before I dragged her into a toilet and she sucked me off after refusing to drop her short shorts so I could bang her. She’s a nice girl, really.

I made up an excuse and sent blondie on her way at around 2pm.

D2

She turned up exactly on time, in plimsoles, short shorts, an almost see-through black overthrow and a black bra. She liked to display her best assets.

I walked her very quickly to a secluded V1 that Mr R told me about as I was paranoid that blondie would see me with this girl. Blondie lives around the corner from me and I have seen her a couple of times whilst out and about.

We got drinks and she was very quiet and didn’t seem to be interested in me at all. I attempted the questions game but she couldn’t, and didn’t seem to want to think of a single question. I was bored.

I started escalating rapidly, asking her filthier and filthier questions. She answered all of them. Every light was amber.

I tried to kiss her, she said not in public.

I said “let’s go to one more place where it’s nice and cool and has good music.”

I paid for the drinks and walked her towards my apartment which was 2 minutes away at around 3.45pm.

As we got to the door I asked her “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“OK, lets go up and listen to some music.”

No objections. I got her into the apartment, got us a drink and started kissing her. She put up some LMR for an hour or so.

Eventually I got her enormous boobs out of her bra and motor boated the fuck out of them. They were fantastic.

We had sex shortly after this. Afterwards she told me she had only ever slept with 2 men before me, she’s 24, and she made them both wait 6 months before sex. I told her that her boobs are the biggest I have ever sucked on, she told me they were J cups. J CUPS!! I didn’t even know they came in that size.

As I type this I am quite exhausted and supposed to be going for a D3 with the 9. She text me earlier saying that she can’t drink tonight and it would be a short date. I think I’ll flake on her. Fuck it.

 

Lay Report: Jessica the Witch Rabbit

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It was a Friday afternoon, a baking hot day in Warsaw. I was sat on one of the benches in the Palace of Culture gardens shooting the shit with the Chesire Cat. I’d pretty much given up for the day as it was around 6pm and I was trying to persuade him to come to the pub with me for a beer.

We saw a thin red head with long wavy red hair thrown over one shoulder, like Jessica Rabbit, wearing black wedges, tight black leather pants, a tight black top and a black leather jacket. She had white skin and dark eye make-up, she looked filthy. He said “you have to do that one!”

Open

I jolted up off the bench and made chase as she was walking quite fast. I opened and her eyes spazzed immediately. She tried to keep walking and walked past me with a huge smile but a confused look on her face. I stayed rooted to the spot, motioned her to slow down with my hands and she stopped and walked back towards me.

I told her she was pretty, like a gothic Jessica Rabbit with the flowing red hair over one shoulder. She had no idea who this was but giggled anyway. We chatted for a couple of minutes but she was in a hurry to catch a train. I took her facebook.

Texting

The texting was easy, I sent her a photo of Jessica Rabbit, a few back and forths and set up a date for the following Wednesday. She text me on Monday to cancel for Wednesday. My date for Tuesday also cancelled so I text her on the day to ask if she was free that evening. She was.

Date

I met her at 9pm. She turned up in an almost identical outfit but with even more make-up on. She looked filthy and I really wanted to bang her.

I took her to the same two venues, Sloik and Sultan club before bouncing back to my place.

At the first venue she was very nervous and fidgety. She ordered a gin and tonic, went to pour the tonic in and spilled half of it over the table. I asked her if she was ok, she said she had a crazy day, that’s all.

In venue two I found out that she regularly takes Acid, “not all the time, just 3 or 4 times a week”. RED FLAG.

Every time I touched her initially, her body would spasm. She told me she wasn’t used to new people touching her. RED FLAG.

She told me she had 4 personalities, I was currently speaking to the 3rd one. RED FLAG

After a few gins, about 20 cigarettes and a couple of shots of vodka she stopped spasming when I touched her. I kissed her and she was into it.

Shortly after this I suggested we got back to mine for a glass of wine. “Hang on, you’re now talking to my 4th personality, she says yes”. In hindsight this was probably another red flag, but I took it as green at the time.

We got back, I poured wine, she chose some classical music and we had a couple of sips of wine before the clothes were off and we were having wild sex.

She had several tattoos, all of them related to witch craft. When I touched them her entire body would vibrate and she would drawl some sort of mantra under her breath.

“Is that Polish?!” I enquired.

“No, it’s witch language”

This girl was properly crazy but I found it very sexy.

I’ve left a lot of details out of this post because most of it, you have heard before, the rest of it is too crazy to share publicly…

 

Update: A month on the road

Hot-modern-girl-on-the-road-wants-liftI’ve been on the road for just over a month and today I am taking some time out from daygame to reflect on what has been the most mental period of my journey yet.

As mentioned on my previous lay report, I have accumulated 7 notches on this trip after getting SFA in the first three months of 2017. I’ve met some cool new wings along the way and have met up and had beers with some of the biggest names in the PUA industry. I have immersed myself in the hedonistic squalor of constant daygame, if I’m not on the streets doing it I am talking about it with wings and when I’m not doing that I’m in the flat writing or reading about it. The only time I have spent away from game is when I’m in the gym, reading Atlas Shrugged (which has not been as often as I would like), watching Stefan Molyneux/Jordan Peterson videos on YouTube or sleeping.

I haven’t felt bored at all yet, this is despite not really having a side project to keep me otherwise occupied.  I am nowhere near a melt down as I have been seeing the results trickle in and haven’t really spent much time alone. Most of my daygame has been winged. We were discussing winged vs. solo daygame in the bar the other day. I believe that you definitely need to be able to do it solo. This is what I predominantly do in London and I know that I am more than cable of going it alone. But when I’m on the road I prefer to have wings. If you’re in a strange city where no-one speaks the language then it’s nice to have someone you can actually talk to who isn’t a girl you’re trying to bang. In future jaunts I will always try and co-ordinate it with wings that I get on with. This euro-jaunt has panned out perfectly in that respect in that I’ll probably only be alone in Moscow for 2 days, the rest of the time I will know at least 1 or 2 guys.

I have grown to like Warsaw more each day. It’s slightly more expensive than Belgrade, but the quality of living is much better. I have gone way over my budget, but that’s what credit cards are for! The quality is definitely higher than London, London being the sea of 6’s and Warsaw the sea of 7’s. The weather has picked up in the last few days and it is like a different city, the girls are more plentiful and dressed in short shorts and are happier to be opened. My close rate has been much better than usual (1 in 5) but a lot of the girls are ghosting when I go for the date invite. Despite this, my calendar is still looking pretty full for the coming days.

Here are the stats for 14 April to 12 May;

Sessions Sets Number FB Flake idate Date Near Misses Lays
23 143 25.87% 12.59% 36.36% 1.40% 4.20% 1.40% 2.80%
6.22 37 18 20 2 6 2 4

I’ve gone out 23 times averaging just over 6 sets a session. The close rate is 1 in 2.6. I’m getting a lot more facebooks here as they generally don’t do whatsapp/viber in Warsaw and the girls prefer to message on fb as it’s cheaper (free) compared to sms.

I’ve a only had 6 proper dates from daygame, 4 of which I converted to lays. I’ve had two near misses which I am still trying to get back out again. I’ve also had 3 NG notches, 1 in Belgrade and 2 in Warsaw.

I enjoy the Bar Game here, probably more so than Belgrade. The girls open easily and will enjoy the chat even if they’ve got boyfriends.  However, I’ve had lots of bar game sets now where things seem to be going well and the girls just get up and leave with no explanation! I’ve collected quite a few numbers from bar game which in the UK would mean nothing. Here it is a different story.

I have 9 days left in Warsaw and about the same number of girls that I am trying to get out for 1st, 2nd and even 3rd dates. I’ll probably also see the blondie again and am considering taking her to Krakow with me for a day or two. I’ll probably still hit the streets during the day but my intent will be very low going forward as I am getting to the stage where I have more leads than nights left. However, I can always convert them to long leads and come back here for a weekend in the future as the flights can be ridiculously cheap from London.

If Carlsberg did euro-jaunts…

Lay Report: Hot Polish Blondie

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I’m writing this whilst a little drunk, so excuse the typos. It’s 4am, I’m drinking wine and I don’t feel like going to sleep, because I don’t need to.

This will be a fairly short report, nothing special happened so I’ll highlight the different parts…

On the first date she showed up in casual clothes; converse, jeans, a nice low cut white top, which put her boobs on display and a denim jacket. At one point in the first date I said to her;

“do you normally turn up for dates like this?”

“is this a date?”

“what the fuck do you think?” with a smirk on my face, you can basically say anything if you’re smiling when you do it.

Fast forward a bit, we were texting back and forth and I told her I was taking her to a fancy place for the second date so she had to wear a nice dress.

Date 2 (D3 in daygame terminology)

I met her outside her building at 9pm. She rocked up in a black dress which ended just above her knees, in black high heels and basically looking fucking hot. This dress she was wearing had no back, NO BACK. So you could see her bra straps, which were also black. I was inwardly thinking “why don’t you just wear one of those transparent bras?!”. But it didn’t bother me that much.

I walked her all of 3 minutes to

Pies Czy Suka

I copied and pasted that from google and for some reason it insisted on being big and bold and I don’t know how to change it. And apparently it means dog or bitch.

I’d met up with TDdaygame* and Rivelino earlier in the day. Riv went off to talk to some girl, I had a quiet moment with TD and asked him about this bar, he said that it’s basically the best bar you can take a girl to, ask the barman to make you whatever you want. I did that and ended up drinking a carrot flavoured old fashioned. It was nice but I drunk it in about 1 minute and got a beer straight afterwards.

So, we went there, had a cocktail each, we talked about boring stuff, went out for a smoke and then Mr. R walked in with a smoking little hottie with glasses on.

That has nothing to do with this story, but nice work Mr R.

We were sat opposite each other which wasn’t ideal. I told her we were leaving, she was insisting on knowing where we were going, i had no idea so i just said “Wait and see. Let me lead”. I often verbalise that I am the leader. ALPHA.

We walked out, I had no fucking idea where I was going, I remembered that Mr R told me about a place with illuminous blue lights on the sign, I walked towards there and it looked like a coffee shop, so i sacked that off. We stood and had a smoke outside the coffee shop and then i bounced her across the road to some pub. We sat beside each other and shit started getting saucy. She started telling me that she’s had threesomes with both 2 men and 2 women. She liked sex in public. She’d had sex in a bar. FUCKING DING, DING, DING.

I told her “I know a place that has free alcohol and great music”.

“Where?”

“Just follow me”

I started walking her back up the road whilst talking the most inane bullshit ever. It really doesn’t matter what you say when you are bouncing them home, as long as you don’t say “I’m taking you home to bang you now”. That could work, if you’re Steve Jabba, But I’m not.

We get back into the apartment, she asks for a tour again. This girl is genuinely funny. I got her a beer and poured myself a glass of wine (i’m still drinking the rest of the bottle now). We drink for a little bit and talk some more crap.

I grab her hand, pull her towards the bed, “lets watch a movie”. No resistance this time.

She’s lying beside me, I put on VCB, I show her my favourite scene, pause it, switch to spotify, put the laptop down to the side of the bed, start kissing her, and before i know it, I’m fucking her doggy raw-dog.

I banged her for about 30mins and when i was about to come she whipped herself off of my dick, put her mouth on it and swallowed the load. What a girl.

I offered her to stay over but she insisted on going home. What a girl.

Debrief

We sat on the balcony having a smoke, I asked her when she decided she wanted to have sex with me. She said “when you took my number”.

I left London on 13 April, it’s now 13 May. I’ve banged 7 girls in that period. Life is good, I don’t want to go back to reality.

* he seem’s like a genuine guy and if any of my tiny readership feel like they need coaching in Poland, I would recommend him.

Near Miss: Hot Polish Blondie

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She’s not quite this hot

I don’t like writing about near misses for a couple of reasons; it’s frustrating recounting it as I got so near, yet so far. There is still potential to see the girl again so there is always a small worry in the back of my head that she may somehow see the blog post. But I’ll tell the story anyway…

I hit the bars on Saturday night with Mr R. We were considering going down to the river but it was raining heavily so we went to Pawilowny square which is the little district of bars that contains the Serial Killer Bar.

We left the bar and were on our way out of Pawilowny about to head home at around midnight.

I saw a blonde stunner standing outside another bar smoking a cigarette, she was in a white dress and high heels, a solid 8. I Walker Walked right over to her without hesitation and laid on some tipsy patter.

I vaguely remember her telling me she was studying French so I gave her some of my best GCSE level French, “Je my pelle Roy!”.  She seemed to like it and I walked away with her number not expecting anything of it. Night game numbers are notoriously flakey for me (even though I’ve fluked two notches from them on this jaunt so far).

Texting


I pinged her the next day and to my surprise, she replied a couple of hours later. There was a little bit of back and forth before I went for the date invite. I proposed Tuesday and she said she would let me know. She messaged me first the next day (Monday) proposing a time and place for the date. Good sign. I didn’t hear anything from her the day of the date until 8 minutes before we were due to meet. I thought she was going to flake.

Date

We met at Klaps bar and it was really busy on the ground floor. I got us a seat at a table, I sat on the couch and she sat on a small stool to my right.  It was too soon to ask her to sit beside me. We got off to a bit of an awkward start before I admitted I couldn’t really remember what I said to her when I spoke to her. She said she knew I was drunk but I still seemed cool and she wanted to see what I was like when I was sober. I’m a functioning alcoholic it seems.

We did some comfort fluff and I found out she’s 22, still a student, was a rebel at school and will graduate two years late as a result. After this I proposed we go downstairs to the smoking section for a cigarette, she liked this idea.

We sat on a couch beside each other and I started the questions game. Things escalated very quickly from this point as she wasted no time in getting to the saucy questions. She was telling some very personal things which I won’t share on here, but they didn’t make it appropriate to try and kiss her. Calibrate, kids.

After another drink downstairs the time had gotten to around 23:45. I pulled out my phone, showed her the time and asked her if she would like to go to one more place. She agreed.

We walked for about 10 minutes to the Sultan Club which is a grotty little 24 hour “club” opposite my flat.

We had one drink in there and we carried on the questions game. In what was almost a carbon copy of the Ukrainian date she asked me what I expected from the evening. I reiterated that I obviously found her attractive but I was still deciding if she was cool or not. She probed more, “yeah, but what did you think would happen?”. I sighed whilst inwardly shouting WHY ARE GIRLS ALWAYS COCK-BLOCKING THEMSELVES?! I asked her if she had ever seen the movie Vicky, Cristina, Barcelona? She had so I reminded her of the scene when Juan Antonio walks over to the girls in the restaurant, gives them the proposition of coming to Oviedo for the weekend and gets nothing but shit tests from Vicky. He turns to Cristina and says “Does she always analyse every inspiration until it’s grain of charm is…. squeezed out of it?”. I told her she was being Vicky right now, she smiled and we moved on to the next question.

Shortly after this we were kissing and it felt on. It was now pushing 1am and she had to be up for work at 7am the next morning. I told her I had some wine and beer at home, we should go back to watch some YouTube videos and she could show me the Polish music she was talking about earlier. She said “No, I don’t do this on the first date”. “OK, it’s my job to try and yours to say no”.

We were walking down the road past my apartment block, I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the entrance.

“Where are we going?!”

“I live here, let’s go up for ONE drink, you can leave whenever you want”

She smiled and said “OK, just one and nothing will happen”

“I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to”.

We got into the flat and I gave her a little tour, stuck youtube on and offered her a drink. She wanted a beer so I opened two cans. We had a cigarette on the balcony and we chatted nonsense for a little while before we started kissing heavily. We were standing near the bed and I had my hands down her jeans squeezing her pert little ass cheeks whilst kissing her. I then stopped, grabbed the laptop from the dining table, grabbed her hand and asked her to sit on the bed, it’s more comfortable. She said no and immediately insisted on leaving. “I told you one drink and nothing was going to happen”. She was a woman of her word and I was a man of mine.

I walked her home which was only a few minutes away, we kissed some more and it all ended on positive terms. We’re still texting so hopefully I will see her again.

 

Lay Report: Silly Buggers Ukrainian 

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This notch was quite special not only because it was my first Ukrainian and she was bloody hot, but because I was very close to walking out on the girl on a few occasions as she was playing silly buggers. There were a few learning points for me, so strap yourselves in, it’s another long one…

It was May day, a public holiday here in Warsaw. I’d done an hours daygame with Mr R before going to meet up with some of the other resident daygamers for dinner. As we were walking down Nowy Swad on our way to the restaurant I spotted a cute little brunette in white trainers, a black just above knee length dress and a black leather jacket. She was just standing there playing on her phone.

Open

“Excuse me, I can see you’re obviously waiting on someone, BUT,  I was walking past and I thought you looked very pretty. I like your all black attire, you look like you could be some sort of international spy on a secret mission…. (smiles, but still no hook)… ok you don’t have to tell me what it is…. You do NOT look Polish though”

HOOK.

The guessing game of nationalities commenced and she finally told me she was Ukrainian. She was here for a few days with her partner and I assumed she meant her boyfriend. We carried on chatting and she pointed to the other side of the road and said “that’s my partner, he is shy to come over because you are here”.

I looked over and saw a chodey looking guy standing there awkwardly not knowing what to do with himself. Good lad.

I asked “so, is that not your boyfriend?”

“No, it’s my business partner”

I asked her what she was doing here and gave her my backstory before I went for the close. I asked for facebook as I thought she might not want to be seen giving her number out to randoms in the street in front of her colleague.

“No, I don’t give my facebook to strangers, there’s a lot of personal things on there, you can have my number but I don’t want my partner to see”.

I turned my back to her partner, pulled out my phone and asked her to tell me her number, I typed it in and quickly put my phone away.

We exchanged pleasantries and I wasn’t expecting to hear from her as she was only in town for a few days, was Ukrainian (I’ve heard these are notoriously difficult to bed) and would be quite busy with work.

Texting


The texting was textbook, but, she didn’t reply to my date confirmation sent at 12.42 on the day of the date. So I photo pinged her at 15:15. Still no reply. I wouldn’t have done this if she was living here.

I was walking down Nowy Swad at around 4pm. Mr R was in set so I was standing nearby waiting for him. I was scrolling through my twitter feed when a girl came up to me and said hi. It was the Ukrainian, Warsaw is small it seems. She looked even hotter than the day before, wearing tight denim jeans which accentuated her peachy little ass. I said hi, she was carrying a map and a little backpack so I teased her on being a typical tourist. She giggled and said “I don’t know if I will make 7pm tonight, is 8pm ok?”.

So she’d clearly seen my messages but not “read” them. I think if I hadn’t bumped into her she would have flaked on the date.

Shortly after this I went to get dinner with Mr R when she messaged me saying she was free and wanted to meet earlier in the old city which is a 15-20 minute walk from where I wanted to meet her and 2 hours earlier. I thought “lose the battle to win the war”.

Date

I ended up meeting her at around 5.45pm near Nowy Swad Metro station (roughly half way). She told me she’d already walked to the Old City so I walked us straight to the nearest coffee shop.

The shit tests began.

“I thought we were going for a walk, I don’t like coffee” she barked

“Just have a juice or something, I’m getting an espresso”. I could see her little eyes spazzing, she wasn’t used to this.

“OK, I’ll have a latte” she relented

“OK, I’ll order it, go grab us those nice seats by the window and I’ll bring it over”. She complied.

As I stood at the counter waiting for the coffees my phone vibrated. It was another girl I’d closed the day before “Pretty girl ;p”. She’d obviously seen me walking with the Ukrainian. I didn’t reply.

I did the comfort fluff with the Ukrainian as we drank our coffees. I found out she was 25, had TWO degrees and was heavily into her fitness. She loved to cook, clean and generally be a woman. This girl was an 8, if a low one. After this I said “let’s walk back towards the city, I want to show you something”.

It was now around 6.30pm and I intended on bouncing her to the Serial Killer Bar before moving her to a bar closer to mine. We got there and the shit tests continued to rain down.

“I don’t want to drink, it’s too early and I don’t like drinking”

“OK, let’s carry on walking” I said.

We walked up to and around the Palace of Culture, she took photos and we chatted some more, she was generally being more pleasant and the shit tests subsided.

I walked us in the direction of Sloik and was expecting more shit tests when we got to the door. To my surprise she said “this looks like a cool bar, are we going in here?”. Yes we are.

We sat on stools at a high table, opposite each other, I ordered a large beer and so did she (so much for not liking drinking). She got some cordial added to her beer and was drinking it out of a straw. I picked up her glass to take a sip from the straw. She pulled it back and barked “get your own straw!”. I nearly got up and left right then and there but I kept my cool and said “you’re a weirdo, aren’t you?”. She didn’t know what a weirdo was, I explained and she confirmed that indeed, she was.

To my surprise she wanted another beer. We got another round and I started the questions game. She hated it and thwarted all of my sexual spiking attempts saying she doesn’t like to talk about such things with “strangers”.

I gave up. I just sat there and drank my beer and let her ramble on about herself. I didn’t give a shit anymore and decided in my head that I was going home after the beer.

We left the bar and I told her I was going home. She said “no, lets go to one more place, I don’t want to go home”. It was now around 9pm, I had nothing better to do so I thought “whats another beer with a pretty girl?” even if nothing happens.

I bounced her to Pictures bar and grabbed a couch in the corner. She went to sit opposite me, I said “no sit here, beside me”. She complied.

We ordered more beers (she was now on her third beer and was a little tipsy). I was still switched off, I let her ramble on, she was showing me lots of photos of herself on her iphone. I wasn’t interested. I got up and went to the toilet. I got back and she asked me if I was bored. “To be honest, yes”. She asked me what I expected from the evening. I leant in, pulled her chin towards me and went for the kiss. She pulled away. I switched back off again and sipped on my beer. I was going to leave after that beer.

She asked me again what I expected, I sighed and went into a bit of a rant…

“Look, what did YOU expect? The first thing I said to you when I met you is that I think you’re pretty. How could you think I wanted to be your friend?… You are only here for a few days, I don’t live in the same city as you so I could clearly never be your boyfriend, there is no long term solution here. I know it’s not normal in your tradition to do such things, but you’re not in your home country, you are on an adventure, how about you live a little?”

She looked shocked and went quiet for a minute.

I went back to sipping my beer. Eventually, she said “so, do you want to kiss me?”. I was now fuming and ready to storm out. “What do you think?!” I retorted.

She asked me the same question again, I grabbed her chin again and THIS time she was all over me, full tongue and we kissed for about 3 minutes. Progress. I finally kissed her almost SIX hours into the date.

We had another drink there and it was now around midnight, they were closing the bar. I suggested we go back to mine. She said she doesn’t do this. She said she would invite me back to her apartment but it is a complete mess. She lived about a 30min walk away.

I tried to reason that I lived a 3min walk away and it was raining, it would be stupid going to hers. We walked outside and I asked her again to come to mine. She said no, I could come to hers but I would have to wait outside while she cleaned the place. I laughed and agreed. We jumped in a cab and we were at hers in 10mins.

We were walking to her door when she said “do you have the things, the fun things?”. I asked her what she meant and she pointed to my crotch. “oh, yeah, they’re here in my jacket poc…” FUCK.

At this point I realised I had no condoms on me, they were in my other daygame jacket zip pocket which was conveniently, in London.

I asked her if she kept any and she said of course not, she was not expecting to have sex on this trip. I said I would pull out before I came and she said “NO!!”. I took out my phone and frantically looked for the nearest shop on google maps, I found a petrol station about a 10min walk away. She said she would come with me. We walked there and I teased her that if she had just have come back to mine there wouldn’t be any of these hassles.

Luckily the shop at the petrol station was open, I bought condoms and we walked back to hers. She made me wait outside her apartment for about 10mins while she tidied her flat.

Sex

When I got in she told me to make myself comfortable, she wanted to take a shower. I did so. She came back out of the shower in just her underwear and a t-shirt. We started kissing, the clothes came off and we had sex. No LMR.

Obviously she insisted I wore the condom, she wouldn’t let me do any other position but missionary and she screamed in pain if I did a full thrust, I’m not particularly big, she was just very tight. As I was fucking her she asked me not to come inside her, I told her I was wearing a condom. She said I know, but don’t come when you’re inside me. She insisted that I pull out before coming even though I was wearing a condom!! I obliged.

Debrief

I asked her when she decided she was going to have sex with me, she said when I kissed her. I asked her how many men she had had sex with before me. She said it was private. I guessed that it was less than 5. She said “Actually, 2”. I believe her.

Biggest Learning Points?

  1. Don’t alway assume the other guy is a boyfriend
  2. Honour your part as a member of the secret society – hid the number close
  3. Girls are ditsy – if i hadn’t have bumped into her, she would have flaked
  4. Warsaw is small
  5. Girls don’t always mean what they say – drank coffee and alcohol when she said she doesn’t drink either
  6. Always have condoms, kids.
  7. Sometimes it is ok, even necessary to lose “the frame”.
  8. You have to be willing to lose the girl and be willing to push, hard.
  9. Ukrainian girls are hot, I want more.

 

 

 

 

Update: Wacky Warsaw

shutterstock_94897729I’ve been in Warsaw for just over a week and the daygame has been going quite well. I’ve done 54 sets over 8 sessions and I’ve closed just under half of these, I’ve had a couple of idates (one was almost a SDL), a date, and a notch (not from daygame, see below). This is despite the fact that the city is apparently empty compared to normal due to a couple of public holidays this week meaning that most people have left the city.

This means that nearly all my leads aren’t available to come out until next week, this isn’t a problem as I am here for another 3 weeks, but it will make it harder to get these girls out when they return.

I’ve gotten over the quality drop compared to Belgrade and am fairly happy opening the 7’s with the occasional 8 (All Ukrainian) sprinkled on top. I’ve closed a handful of Ukrainians but I’m struggling to get them out. I was supposed to have a date with one of them last night and she flaked, I’ve got another date with another one tonight, hopefully she doesn’t do the same.

I’ve met up with some of the resident daygamers here and there seems to be a nice, tight-knit little community, some of the big hitters are here too and are part of this.

I attempted some night game with one of the residents who is a guy from Manchester who I’d not met before, let’s call him Mr R. As I have mentioned before, I hesitate to call my night/bar game actual game as it is nothing near what the great Mr Jambone prescribes on his latest blog post. I do what he defines as street game in bars. I drink a few beers and spike a LOT more than I normally would in a daygame set.

On Friday night Mr R showed me around the little district of bars that includes what Bodi has infamously nick-named the Serial Killer Bar. We opened quite a lot of sets, from memory it was mostly me opening and Mr R winging. It was fun, I really enjoy hitting the bars with a fellow gamer, it’s nice being able to just go over and talk to the girls and know that your wing won’t fuck it up for you.

In one of the first bars we went into we were standing near the bar waiting to get served. I mentioned to Mr R that there was a decent two-set standing over our shoulder. I’d get the beers in and then we’d go talk to them.

We got the beers and as I turned to open them they were putting their coats on to leave. One of them was very hot, short with big dark brown eyes and black hair, she looked more Latino than Polish. The other girl was a bit taller and just looked like a typical plain Polish girl with fair brunette hair and no real stand-out features.

I was obviously more interested in the hot girl but she was shy and was standing further away from me than her friend. They said they were in a hurry to leave so I took plain janes’ number and after they left we carried on opening sets. I got a couple more numbers that night, one of which was a hot Polish girl who I tried to bounce back that night but she wasn’t having any of it. I got her number, we are now texting but she is out of town for the next week.

I pinged plain jane the next morning and she replied almost instantly. This girl was keen. We set up a date for the next evening (Sunday). She turned up and looked hotter than on Friday night, she’d put a bit more make-up on, was wearing a long grey coat over a tight black top and a long black skirt. When we got to the first venue she took the coat off and I could see her breasts were rather large, I got a boner. I was trying to justify her being a 7 in my head, but then I looked at her face, it was a little pudgy and her nose was a bit big, this girl was a 6, if a high one.

We did two venues and I took her home and banged her. She had a very nice body with big D cup breasts. It was very easy and there was nothing much to learn from a game perspective, there were a few quirky moments which I will share;

  1. During the comfort fluff in the first venue she asked “be honest, who did you like more, me or my friend?”. I smiled and responded “I thought you both looked nice so I thought I’d talk to you both, you were just more talkative than your friend”. Then quickly changed the subject.
  2. During the questions game in the second venue I asked “do you have any hidden talents?” Her response was “I’m great at blow-jobs”. I was sipping my beer as she answered, I tried to keep my cool but I spat my beer back into my glass and cracked up laughing.
  3. She was in constant communication with her hot friend the entire night. I told her this was rude but she said “she’s just checking I’m safe”. I asked her what she was saying to her and she said she was telling her friend how great I was. The strangest was just after the sex. She got up, picked up her phone, rang her friend and started ranting excitedly down the phone in Polish. I asked her what that was all about and she said “I was just telling my friend the sex was amazing”.

Are all Polish girls this bonkers or do I just attract the crazies?