I’d had enough of Moscow. The high flake rate was getting to me, girls were confirming dates then either cancelling a couple of hours before or just ghosting completely. I’ll add up the correct number of date flakes in my Moscow review post, but it’s somewhere between 20 and 30. I am quite an optimistic person, but Moscow really was starting to zap my vibe, I was glad to escape if only for a few days.
At the beginning of last week I booked myself (with the help of Seven) onto the express train to St. Petersburg. I was very keen to see how St. Petersburg stacked up against Moscow as a daygame city. I’d heard good things about it from Ricky Roma and I had one long lead there.
As it was only a 3 night trip, Friday to Monday, I wasn’t putting myself under any pressure to get laid. Of course that did not stop me trying. Here is a chronological rundown of what was an eventful few days;
07:40am – Board the express train and cruise along at 155mph to SPB.
12:00pm – Arrive at apartment, drop bags, freshen up.
12:15pm – I ping a long lead I had a D2 with in London last year. Let’s call her Dasha, she’s a high 7. I take my first walk up Nevsky Prospekt. It’s a stunning day, 23 degrees C and there is skirt everywhere, my head is spinning.
12:36pm – Open my first set. It happens to be a girl who is on her way to the train station to go back to Moscow. I take her number and I would later take her on a date to nowhere when I got back to Moscow (two days ago).
13:00 – I pop off another couple of sets before sitting down for some lunch at the Soviet Cafe. I have some chicken pielmeni followed by the strongly recommended honey cake. It was nice.
13:45 – I continue my walk up the seemingly never ending Nevsky Prospekt. It’s bustling, there is a good vibe about the city, maybe it was the weather, maybe it was the carnival atmosphere due to the Confederations Cup being in town, maybe it’s because I was solo, or maybe it was the new city vibe, but it was the first time in a long time that I was buzzing with enthusiasm to be on the streets.
14:10 – I close a cute brunette who tells me she is on her only day off. Let’s call her Sasha, she’s a 7. I could have idated her then but i wanted to carry on with the number farm. I took her number and suggested we meet that evening. She seemed keen.
14:30 – I see a girl dressed all in black with long black hair walking strangely a few metres ahead of me. She’s flailing her arms behind her almost like Liam Gallagher. My crazy bird radar starts beeping. I jog to catch up, I get to her side so I could check out her face and she looked very pretty, almost Persian looking. Let’s call her Crasha, she’s a 7. I open and she instantly hooks, lights up a cigarette and we chat for 10 minutes and I determine that she is indeed, bonkers. I suggest we go for a drink. We have a two hour idate where we drink shots of lemon cielo and she bamboozles me with philosophical ramblings, this girl is not from this planet. I like it. I tried for the kiss but she wasn’t having it. I take her number and she suggests I come to her place the next day to check out her art. DEAL!
16:30 – I go home and shower.
17:30 – I close a stunning tall blonde girl, possibly a 9. She flakes.
18:17 – I close a very pretty brunette in a white dress. Let’s call her Nasha. She’s an 8.
18:30 – I meet up with Seven, he does a few sets I don’t do anymore, I’ve already done 10 by the time I’ve met him. We get some dinner and Dasha messages me suggesting that we meet at 9pm. I still have the potential to meet Sasha, but she’s not confirming so I sack off Sasha and agree to meet Dasha.
22:00 – Dasha is late. We go for a drink and catch up. Then I bounce her to a grotty bar underneath my apartment. She doesn’t like it and asks if we can go somewhere else. I concede. We go to another bar before going back to my place. I eventually get her on the bed, get her topless and start sucking on her fantastic tits. She announces she’s on her period but should be ok by sunday. NEAR MISS 1.
02:00 – She leaves but invites me to her place on Sunday, she will cook. DEAL.
I decide early on that there isn’t any point doing any more game, I have enough leads for my limited time there. I meet Seven for lunch and we fish for a while as he pops off a couple of sets. I ping Crasha and Nasha. Crasha tells me to come to hers at 5pm and Nasha agrees to meet me at 8pm.
17:00 – I get the metro out to Crasha’s. She meets me at the station, hands me a book and tells me it’s for me. It’s a book she was telling me about on the idate. We proceed to walk to her flat. This girl spoke in tongues and I never really understood anything that she said. She is 21, read’s a lot of philosophy books and takes a lot of drugs. We get to her place and she starts showing me some scary rap videos starring herself whilst preparing a bong in a bucket. You know, the usual.
She offers me a hit of the bong, I decline. She speaks in riddles for the next hour or so and my head is spinning, partly from the bong fumes and partly from trying to make sense of what she is saying. We go to her balcony for a cigarette and I try to kiss her. She says “NO”. I try a couple more times before giving up. I excuse myself and leave. She gives me the book and a box of Russian chocolates as I leave.
19:30 – I rush home clean up and wash off the bong fumes, I text Nasha and push our meeting back to 20:30.
20:30 – Nasha turns up to the meeting point looking even hotter than when I met her. She’s wearing white short shorts which showed off her amazing bronze legs, she was wearing a white fishnet top with a white bra underneath. You could see her tattoos which are just underneath her shoulders. We did two venues, a walk, then back to my flat. I got her onto the bed, lots of kissing and groping, but when I went to finger her she pulled my hand away. I try a few more times before she announces she needs to go home. We agree to meet the next day. NEAR MISS 2.
I go for lunch with Seven again and ping both Dasha and Nasha. I was supposed to be going to Dasha’s for a surefire notch. She didn’t reply. Nasha did and so I met her at 5pm at the Galleria mall. This is probably the best mall I have ever seen for daygame.
Nasha turns up looking stunning, again. This time in black leather pants and a jacket with a white fishnet top. We play air-hockey and some shooting games before having a drink. We then go for a walk by the river before I bounce her back to my flat. We drink wine and she eats the chocolates Crasha gave me. We fool around for a couple of hours but I could not surpass the LMR. This girl’s forebrain was too powerful. She talks about coming to visit me in London. NEAR MISS 3.
11:00 – I board the train back to Moscow and receive a long apologetic message from Dasha giving me a weak excuse why I couldn’t go to her apartment the previous day. Typical.
This has happened to me several times in Russia, you get the girl almost all the way to the sex before the LMR kicks in. She agrees to meet you again but then ghosts. They know that the next date will be the sex date and their forebrain get’s plenty of time to take full control and lock the pussy down.
Even though I didn’t get laid, I much prefer St. Petersburg as a daygame destination. It’s smaller than Moscow but all the traffic is concentrated on one strip. I got lucky with the weather and I didn’t do a lot of sets, but I saw enough to know that if I ever go back to Russia, it will be to St. Petersburg, not Moscow.