Lay Report: I open off a huge IOI

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This is pretty much exactly what she wore, minus the glasses, and drop a HB point.

I was out drinking on Saturday night (Surprise!) with Seven and Nick. It had been another eventful day – I’d been on a second date with one girl, did some daygame and got a few numbers, idated a high eight (I never got her out since) and watched Toni Kroos save Germanys bacon in the World Cup. All of this seemed like good cause to hit the bars. We were sat on stools at a long table. Nick was in set with some cute girl behind us which left Seven and I to chat amongst ourselves. A two-set sat down to my left. One of them was blonde and dressed all in black and wore a choker, her friend was a chubby Asian girl. I clocked the blondie looking at me and then doing a couple of double takes. Did I know this girl?

Seven, that girl over there keeps looking at me

Man! Go talk to her!

Can’t be arsed, I’m going out the back for a cigarette.

So I went for a fag. When I came back a few minutes later Seven announced…

Maaaaan, you have to open that girl, she stared at you as you walked out for a cigarette

Ah FFS, ok, ok

I wasn’t keen on opening because her friend was ugly and the blondie was a low 7, even with my beer goggles on. But open I did.

Blondie was very excited when I said hello and her and her friend started asking me lots of questions. There wasn’t much game involved, she just liked me. After a few minutes I decided I couldn’t be bothered hanging out with the pair of these girls all evening so I asked for the blondies number and she gave it to me.

After 30mins or so the lads and I departed for another bar. As I walked out I saw the blondie and her friend getting chatted up by a very tall man in a cap. Whore.

When we sat down in the next bar I pinged the blondie on the off chance I’d get her out later that same evening. She said “Why not” and then ghosted for the rest of the evening. I assumed that the tall fella was getting his end away.

At around 2pm the next day I pinged her (and the rest of my leads) as I was eating a three-course “business lunch” for 345 roubles – that’s about £4.50. To my surprise she replied almost instantly. Maybe she didn’t get banged by the tall fella. Blondie told me that she would be leaving the city on Wednesday. I had dates lined up for the next couple of days so I proposed that we meet on Tuesday evening. She agreed.

Tuesday was a proper cluster fuck. It was my penultimate night and I had agreed to meet three different girls in a last ditch attempt to get laid once more. The first was Dasha, a long lead that I opened in London two years ago, I also met her last year. I turned up at the meeting point at 18:30 as agreed, I pinged her as I arrived and she replied very confused “wait!… we said tomorrow??!”. As I was walking to this date that wasn’t a date another girl pinged me asking what I was up to and if I’d like to meet, I told her I was busy. Upon learning that Dasha wasn’t coming I messaged the other girl back and now she would be busy and only free at mid-night. I told her that was fine as I would be meeting blondie at 20:30 so that should give me plenty of time.

Blondie confirmed our meeting earlier in the day with the caveat that she would be driving and so could not drink any alcohol. FUCK. I told her to to park up on a street very near my apartment (although I didn’t tell her it was near my apartment) and we would walk from there. She eventually arrived at almost 9pm looking very different. Blondie wore bright red lipstick, a red figure hugging dress and black high heels. As she got closer to me I thought “she looked hotter when I was drunk but I’d definitely bang her”. This is the trouble with bar game, kids. Her face looked a little weathered but her body was fantastic. Slim and toned, this girl was clearly a fan of the gym.

We exchanged the pleasantries and I walked her in the direction of a piano bar at the end of my street. We sat on stools at the bar, she ordered a virgin cocktail and I got myself a girl sized beer, they didn’t have man size. I found out a bit more about blondie – she worked in marketing, was 24, was from somewhere on the East coast of Russia, was an only child and lived in Saint Petersburg with her best friend from University. I told her some things about me before bouncing her to another venue a couple of doors up.

This venue was much worse, it was bright, very busy and had the Nigeria vs Argentina game on in the background. Blondie had a coffee this time and I another girl sized beer. We sat on stools at a small high table. I started the questions game and her first question was – “why are you single?” I gave her my usual spiel which is a mix of truth and some elaborate DHV’s – she lapped it up.  I asked her what her favourite body part was and she said her lips, they were quite big. We asked each other a few more questions and soon my small beer and her coffee were finished.

Let’s go for a walk

Where will we go?

Just up this way

We walked for around 5 minutes until we were in front of my apartment.

I live here, lets go up for a little while, I’ve got green tea and some soft drinks.

Oh, really?

Yes, don’t worry, you can leave if you feel uncomfortable at any point.

Up she came. I told her to take her shoes off as we entered the flat and she flicked her heels off in seconds before proceeding to show herself around the apartment as I struggled with my boots. I put on some music and put the kettle on. I made her a cup of green tea and poured myself a glass of red wine. I could tell she felt a little uncomfortable so we sat opposite each other at the dining table for 10 minutes or so as she drank her tea.

I started to show her my facebook on my laptop and explain each photo, she was fascinated. I asked her to show me her instagram and she leaned over the table showing me her pictures on her phone. I grabbed her hand and told her that it was uncomfortable sitting like this. I stood up and pulled her over to the bed. We sat up on the bed beside each other and moments later I pulled her in for the first kiss attempt, she was all in, no resistance. Soon we were rolling around and my left hand was rubbing her wet vagina. She pushed me away…

Do you mind if I take a shower?

Of course not

I got off her, showed her how to work the shower and gave her a towel. I assumed this could only mean that I was getting laid. I lay on the bed, fully clothed as she showered. When she returned she was down to her lacy red underwear. Her body was fantastic, small breasts, flat stomach with toned abs and a great little ass. She jumped on top of me and moments later my clothes were off and I was fucking her hard. I came very quickly (I’m not used to drinking so little on dates) but she did not seem disappointed.

I gave her the usual debrief and she told me that she had decided to have sex with me the moment she saw me in the bar. So, it was a definite IOI then. We cuddled for a few minutes and then she started sucking me off in a effort to resurrect my penis. Back to life it came and I banged her again for around 20 minutes this time.

Soon after this she got herself dressed and I walked her back to her car before going to meet the lads for a few drinks. I never did meet the other girl at midnight but I wasn’t arsed.

 

 

 

Lay Report: 18 y/o Cutie

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Similar, with bluer eyes and curly hair

I am currently on the last leg of my 2018 Eurojaunt with just under two weeks to go. I have been in this city for a week and it’s gotten off to a great start; the other day I banged a tight little 18-year-old pussy. Here’s the story…

It was Friday afternoon, and I was quite hung-over having arrived the previous evening and proceeding to get drunk with the latest motley crew (Nick, Ricky Roma, Mr Arr, Seven and Mr Arr’s friend). As Ricky and I took a walk towards the mall I saw a cute little blonde girl stuffing her face with a cookie in her left hand and a Starbucks coffee in her right hand. Neither of us had done a set yet so I looked at Ricky and he said “all yours”. She had blond curly hair, bright blue eyes, a full face with prominent cheekbones and big pink lips. She was dressed very casual – a hoody with a denim jacket, baggy jeans and some trainers. Jane was a solid 7.

I got in front and I have no recollection of what was said – I remember that she hooked fast asking where I was from, her English was good and I teased her about having cookie all over her face. I found out she was 18 and in her first year of Study as a lawyer and was from a little village far away. I’m assuming that I ran my usual stack and that I told her where I was from. At the end of the set she said that she had to go to the station to meet her dad and would be free after that. I proposed that we get a coffee later that day and she agreed.

I returned to Ricky with a grin on my face;

Think I’ve got a date later

Fuckin’ A

One hour later we met at the same spot. Jane had wiped the cookie crumbs from her face and had put a little bit of make-up on (she wasn’t wearing any when we met) but was still wearing the same clothes, she looked very cute. I had no real plan as to where I was taking her so we just started walking. We walked for about 30mins as we went through the comfort fluff, she told me about her recent travel and I told her mine. We sat down at a coffee shop and she told me about living in student halls and how she would be moving into her own apartment soon. It was all very civilised. As we finished our coffees I put the feelers out for a second date asking her if she liked to drink wine.

I like wine but I prefer whiskey

Great, lets meet another day and I’ll take you for a real drink

Sounds great

We agreed to meet the following Monday night at 8pm.

Jane did not disappoint

We met at a central metro station and she was a couple of minutes late. I got an instant boner when I saw her. Jane had done her hair, had more make-up on, and wore a green dress that showed off a little bit of cleavage and her long legs. She wore long black high heels that now made her taller than me. FUCK. I felt under-dressed (in jeans and a t-shirt as usual) and was nervous in her presence for the first few minutes, she had shot up to a solid 8.

We exchanged pleasantries and off we walked to a wine bar. When we got there it was full so I had to improvise another venue. We walked for another 10 minutes or so and the best place I could find was a dingy nightclub where we sat in the window. She was way over-dressed for the place so we had one quick drink in there as I started the questions game. I bounced us to another venue close to my apartment, which luckily was very dark inside and had couches at the back. This was much better.

I found out she had only ever had one boyfriend of 3 years and had been on a few dates to nowhere since then. Jane was a professional dancer as well as a law student. Her mother and father separated when she was very young (YES!), her father lives in the capital city, her mum in the village. Jane loves to travel and had been to America, Canada and Italy recently, it was her dream to travel to the UK and Ireland. Jane was embarrassed to tell me that she had won a beauty competition at her University and showed me pictures of her accepting the award. She looked stunning.

I was kinoing throughout the date and about 30mins into the second venue she said;

I’ve noticed that you are touching me a lot, but it’s the first time that someone else’s touch felt so comfortable. With other men it feels like they are pawing at me awkwardly.

Well it feels nice touching you, but be warned, my hands have a mind of their own, I don’t actually control them

Soon after this I went for the first kiss and she was all in. We finished the drinks and kissed again more passionately this time. I felt it was time to try for the bounce to the apartment. I got the check and told her that we should go for a walk. As we were walking I said;

I know a really cool place with free wine and a nice couch

Let me guess, it’s your apartment (Smart girl)

Correct! And look, we just happen to be right in front of the entrance

Hahaha, you are cunning like a fox

Thanks

I’m afraid I cannot do this

Just a quick drink, you can leave if you feel uncomfortable

No, I cannot

OK, no problem

We carried on walking and it was now almost midnight. The boys were texting me saying that they were going for drinks so I told her I would walk her back to the metro and then go join my friends. And that’s what I did.

I had pulled pretty hard on the first date and sensed that there was probably too much tension on the line. I pinged her on the Tuesday and invited her for an afternoon coffee date on Wednesday afternoon to get some more comfort in. She agreed.

We agreed to meet at 15:30 at the same metro station. I got there on time and she messaged me to say that she would be 15mins late. I told her to meet me at the coffee shop across the road. Again I was hungover so I ordered myself a double shot Americano as I waited for her. She arrived looking a lot more casual in a black coat and a black and white stripey boob tube, which showed off her flat-stomached mid-rif with some baggy trousers and trainers.

My vibe was very flat and I explained to her why it was so. As we got to the end of the coffees I asked what she was doing for the rest of the afternoon.

Oh, I thought I was spending it with you?

Well, I told my friends I would hang out with them after the coffee, unless you have something better in mind?

Well, my friends have invited me to their place to play board games, but I really don’t want to go

Sounds like loads of fun!

Maybe we can go for a walk instead?

I agreed and we walked for about an hour until we were way out of town. As we walked, we kissed, cuddled and took selfies together along the way. I announced that my old man legs were tired and that I was thirsty. She said she knew a nice rooftop coffee shop nearby. Up we went and had some coffee and cake, it was all very nice. We chatted and she told me how she found the 16-year age gap between us a bit strange. I told her that I loved the 16-year age gap and she giggled. We finished the coffee and got the metro back to the centre.

It was now around 8pm as we were about to depart the station. I told her;

You have two choices; 1. Come back to my place for a glass of wine or 2. I go meet up with my friends and we can meet another day

You know, I reeeeeally don’t want to go play board games

Wine it is then 

OK, OK, but promise I can leave when I want?

Of course.

Back she came, she took her shoes off and sat on the couch as I poured the wine and put some music on. We watched almost of all the flight of the concords album on youtube as she laughed her head off. I pulled her in for the kiss and she was very into it, it was on.

I moved her to the bedroom to give her a “massage” and after a few minutes I had her top off and was sucking on her nice little boobies. Soon after this she uttered the magic words;

Do you have protection?

Of course I do

The sex was great, probably my favourite bang this year. Jane had a fantastically tight, toned body and moaned loudly as I licked her clean asshole, spanked her hard and pulled hair as I banged her doggy style.

During the debrief I asked her when she had decided to have sex.

When my favourite song randomly came on your youtube playlist, I knew it was meant to be

Gotta love girl logic. At around midnight I ordered Jane an Uber home, she had mentioned that when she got the metro back after the first date every man was ogling and heckling her, further evidence that she looked very fucking hot. Jane is very sweet and I even banged her again last night, yes, me Roy Walker, doing a repeat. How times have changed.

 

Belgrade – Part 2

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Guess where this girl is from?… Bulgaria, maybe you should go there.

Let’s pick up where I left off in part 1… I had excuses a plenty to return to Belgrade; I needed to collect most of my belongings, I had leads from part 1 to follow up and new ones to collect. This was great incentive to go back for another 10-day jaunt. The events of this trip are nowhere near as blurry as part 1. I shared a pad with Krauser this time and even though he nearly died from alcohol poisoning, I felt like I a monk on a pilgrimage compared to part 1. Here’s the story… it’s quite long…

After what turned out to be a successful trip to Budapest I got the bus back in the opposite direction early on a Monday morning. This bus ride was nowhere near as horrible as the bus on the way out. I wasn’t hung-over; I was well rested, had fresh clothes on and was excited to get back to my favourite city. After giving CC a manly hug goodbye, I jumped on the bus at around 10am and arrived back in Belgrade at 4pm.

Nick arrived earlier that day and was already checked into the apartment. The bus dropped me by Kalemegdan and I proceeded straight to the phone shop to get a new sim. I pinged Nick to see his whereabouts and he was lounging at Boutique 2 finishing some food. I joined and he was sitting there looking rather frazzled with Juggernaut. This is our Canadian friend who I mentioned in Part 1. Nick settled the bill and then let me into the apartment to unpack.

I had a quick shower, donned my daygame uniform and was eager to hit the streets at around 17:30, I went to ask Nick if he wanted to join and he was passed out sleeping on the couch. Solo it was then.

I took a walk down Knez from our apartment and decided to have a look around the Studenski area as lots of students would probably be finishing classes soon. Within minutes I saw my first set. She had bright bleached blonde hair, brown eyes and dark brown lipstick, she was slender but with a big arse and had some tattoos on her arm. She looked ratty and classy at the same time. My perfect woman.

I opened and ran a rather weak set [1], but it didn’t matter, she loved it and was more than happy to give the number. Fuck – it was great to be back in Belgrade. Nick awoke from his slumber and joined in the fun, we walked for about another hour. I was supposed to have a date that evening with a girl I flaked on on the last night of part 1 (for the cluster fuck 9). But she text an hour before saying that she wasn’t feeling well. Instead I joined the latest motley crew (Nick, his new resi student, his former resi student and juggernaut) for dinner at Boutique 1. As we sat there catching up I saw a cute little tanned Serbian girl walk quickly by our table, she was wearing a blue dress that showed off bronze legs and high heels. Up I got and made chase, she too loved it and another number went into the sausage machine. 2 from 2, I returned to the table with a smug look on my face.

This first day was more or less the blue print for the rest of the trip. Nick would be busy most of the day with his student, I’d go solo doing hardly any sets and closing nearly all of them and then join up with Nick in the evening. I was determined to number farm hard early in the trip but the most sets I did in the first 5 days was 4, meanwhile, there were others (I won’t name names, you know who you are) that were spamming the streets up something rotten doing 50+ sets a day. I got a couple of eye-rolls from girls and I blame these entirely on said spammers.

There were a few reasons for my lackadaisical approach;

  1. I already had a few irons in the fire – from the first trip
  2. I had quite a lot of dates on my first few days – on my second day I went on 3 dates and did no sets
  3. I’m getting pickier/more calibrated – this is not intentional, it’s just happening
  4. I didn’t actually need to do a lot of sets – I was getting solid leads

The Stats

Sets 32
Sessions 7
Sets per session 4.57
Number 15 46.88%
FB/Insta 6 18.75%
Flake 1 4.76%
Date Flake 2 9.52%
idate 1 3.13%
D1 7 21.88%
D2 1 3.13%
D3 2 6.25%
D4 1 3.13%
Near Miss 0 0.00%
Lays 1 3.13%
Approach to Number / Social Media… 1 in … 1.52
Approach to Lay… 1 in… 32

32 sets across 10 days, 3 of which I didn’t do any sets. That’s an average of 4.57 sets per day that I opened, or 3.2 per day spread across the entire trip. This the first time in all of my trips that I saw so many spammers daygamers in Belgrade at once. 5 or 6 of the guys I knew, but there was another 5 or 6 who I saw regularly approaching. Luckily, this didn’t hurt my daygame too much.

I got the contact details of 21 of the 32 girls, 1 in 1.52. My average for the year so far is 1 in 2.59 so this was quite the purple patch.

I went on 12 dates; 4 of these were with 3 girls from part 1, the rest were new girls. I only got one lay from all of these dates. I was frustrated; I had dates pretty much every night of the trip but a lot of the girls would not even kiss me. I would frequently complain about this to Nick, he told me these were first world player problems before offering a possible explanation (I’m paraphrasing) [2];

Your street game might actually be TOO good. I haven’t heard or watched all of your sets but what may be happening is that you are getting “no girls” out on dates just because they enjoyed the set so much.

As much as my ego would like to believe this was true, I’m not entirely convinced that it is. I may have been quite lucky to have the sort of success I have had on this and previous trips to Belgrade. It is a notoriously difficult city to get laid in – the girls are hot, they’ve probably been daygamed before, they have busy social and academic lives, they normally take a few dates to get the lay and they have more than enough local alpha men to take their pick from.

The Dates

Blondie (three dates)

As mentioned above, this was my first set of this trip. We went on the first date not long after. It went well, the usual two venues and tried to bounce. She wouldn’t come up. I walked her to a park near our apartment and we rode a seesaw – the only riding I would get that evening. I tried to kiss her multiple times and she gave me a sob story about how she regretted a ONS with another foreigner and didn’t want to go through that again. Fine. I met her for coffee one afternoon a few days later and didn’t do any escalation and sent her on her way. The third date was at the end of the trip. I took her for one drink, tried to escalate and she told me overtly that nothing was going to happen. I ended the date.

A very Serbian looking Serbian

This was my second set of the trip. I got her out a few days later and she was a right little princess. As we walked to the first venue she told me she had to leave to meet “friends” in a couple of hours. She was shit-testing throughout the date, I smashed most of them, but I don’t think she was ever actually interested in me, she just loved the attention. I willingly let her go to meet her friends. The next day I checked her instagram story, it looked like she went to drink wine with another guy. Whore.

A set I wasn’t going to do

Xants pushed me into this one. We were walking down to the University area on the first trip when I saw a hot young thing dressed in formal business wear. I expected her to blow me out instantly but she really enjoyed it. She studied law and also worked part-time in a law firm. She was in her final year and if she gets her grades will be moving to London soon. I flaked on her on the last night of my last trip. This time I met her on my second night back. We did two venues but she was very K, I didn’t even try to kiss her – I knew it would be too fast. We are still in almost daily contact on whatsapp and she has just text me that it looks like she will indeed be moving to London. Another long lead, I’m turning into Seven!

Two more dates with the cute K girl from part 1

I met her one evening after I had finished another date and I was starving. I asked her if she wanted food, she didn’t so she watched me eat a delicious submarine hippy burger whilst we caught up. She was still massively into me, lots of kino and there was lots of laughter. I liked her company but she still wouldn’t let me kiss her and my cold sore was gone now. WTF?!

I had planned to watch the champions league final with Nick and the lads on the Saturday evening. She pinged me asking what I was doing and more or less invited herself along. I figured I had nothing to lose, a bit of social proof may do the trick. She came along, sat there in silence for most of the game and then I took her for a drink close to my place. I escalated and again she refused to kiss. Fed up, I sent her on her way. A few days later she messaged me asking when we will meet again. After consulting with Nick, I more or less told her that I wouldn’t see her again unless she put out. She said, “Oh boy, ok, well it was a nice time with you”.

Coffee date with a hot young thing

I was winging with Vic Vega when I closed this girl. She was walking up Knez looking at a map on her phone and going back and forth as she struggled to figure it out. I opened assuming that she wasn’t from Belgrade. She was, it turns out she was just an idiot (I didn’t tell her that). It was a decent set, although she answered her phone twice during it leaving me standing there like a tool. Nevertheless, I took her instagram and got her out a few days later. The date was pretty much the same as the set. Her attention span was akin to that of a goldfish, changing topics often and frequently getting interrupted by messages and calls on her phone. She seemed like a nice girl, just a bit ditsy. Her friend arrived soon after the coffee and I was quite happy to let her go.

idate with feisty cat girl

I was winging with Nick and it was almost 10pm, we were about to call it a day and head to the Irish bar with the rest of the crew. Then a greyhoundy girl walked towards us with her black hair tied back and dressed head to toe in tight black clothing, a high 7 (I found out later she was 28, so was probably an 8 in her early 20’s). We were both having a good look at her and she was actually closer to Nick so I was expecting him to go in, but then she flashed me the IOI.

I opened, accused her of being a spy and ran the usual patter. She purred like a cat as I teased her and escalated on the street using her folded arms to draw things on with my fingers (I can’t remember what I was saying but I remember doing this). She was on so I bounced her to the Irish bar instead, sorry Nick.

We had one drink there and the conversation flowed, I bounced her to boutique 2, which was closer to my place. We sat inside on a couch and this is where I kissed her for the first time, she was an aggressive kisser, which I liked and I told her this. It was now almost midnight and she didn’t seem to be in a hurry to go home. She asked me if I’d like to see a rooftop bar nearby. I agreed. We sat on a couch and I had her legs across the top of mine, running my hands up and down from her ass to her calf and back, she had a magnificent body. We kissed quite a lot here and I was sure she was going to come back. We left at around 1am and I walked her towards my place. She asked where were going and I told her. “NO! I will call a taxi”. FUCK.

Off she went and I only had two nights left after this, both of which she was working a night shift. Hopefully I will see her again on a future trip.

Coffee with the girl from the double date in part 1

She was leaving to go on holidays the next day so I met her at 5pm hoping to move her from coffee to drinks afterwards. She thwarted my plans announcing that she was going to the gym at 7pm (that’s twice she’s done this). We had a coffee, I tried to kiss her and she said, “maybe next time you come back”.

Long legged Serb-Londoner

I opened this one around 9-10pm one evening. She passed in front of me at 90 degrees, there was no IOI but I got a good look at her, she was easily hot enough to open cold. She was in a hurry to meet friends, I found out she was from Belgrade but had been living in London for the last few years, when she found out I lived in London she was eager to give her number.

I got her out a couple of days later meeting her at 4pm as I had another date that evening (which also went nowhere). We did coffee, then a cocktail at the rooftop bar then I bounced her to the bar closest to my place. She refused to sit beside me saying that she liked her own space and also rebuffed the questions game. In hindsight I probably approached this date the wrong way, I was going for the notch when I didn’t need to. We’re still texting and she seems keen to meet when I get back to London.

Summary

It was another great trip to Belgrade and it makes me want to go back again and again and again. I mean, what’s the point in going anywhere else? But, as most of the spammers there probably learned – it is not a case of open, ?, get laid. You need skill and a good dash of luck.

 

[1] I’d recorded it and watched it back with Nick. His feedback – “your game’s alright in this set, nothing special, but she’s massively into you’.

[2] I’ve learned a lot from Uncle Nick both through osmosis and little tit-bits of advice he’s given me here and there. He’s actually a nice chap when you get to know him, don’t be fooled by his alpha horrible bastard PUA front.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

iDate Report: A Litany of Schoolboy Errors

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Her fashion was nothing like this, but the face/body is close.

I don’t normally publish date reports (I have many private ones), but in light of my recent failures theme I thought I would share with you all how I still retain a tremendous ability to monumentally fuck things up with a yes girl. Here’s the story…

With only a few days remaining in Krakow my motivation to open was quite low. I’m not sure if this was because I have been suffering from a little bit of burnout or because I was still recovering from a two day bender with friends a couple of days before. It was probably a bit of both.

But, at around 9:30pm last night I was doing my last lap from Florianska up towards the Galleria mall before calling it a day and going home to get an early night.

As I walked towards the underpass I was texting a friend. I put my phone away and caught a glimpse of girl that was just passing to my left. She had long brown shaggy hair, a big baggy shirt and an old fashioned dress underneath, she topped the look off with a pair of converse and a back pack. My spider sense tingled, I hadn’t seen her face, but it was worth a shot.

I got in front and she hooked instantly. I told her she looked very zen, like she’d just come out of a yoga class or something. Maggie giggled and said that she had actually just finished work, but she spent most of the day meditating whilst at work. She was very cute, a mid-to-high 7.

I commented on her fashion and told her that she looked very different – her shirt looked like she’d borrowed it from her dad and her dress looked like something the poor people wore in the cellars of the Titanic – she pulled it off well though. Maggie laughed again and told me that she buys all her clothes in thrift shops. She was loving it and we chatted for around 10 minutes. I found out that she had dropped out of University 6 months in because she wasn’t “feeling it”. Her plan now was to make as much money as possible for the next month before she would set off to hitch-hike around Europe.

Ah, so you are a lady of adventure

Yes, I love adventure! I’m so bored of life here.

This was my cue to invite her for a drink right there and then. She agreed and we walked to a bar close to the park.

We sat at an outdoor table on chairs at right angles to each other. I like to do this if possible on first venues. It gives the girl enough space whilst allowing you to kino and you can also look them dead in the eyes if you shuffle your chair a bit.

We both ordered beers and proceeded through the comfort fluff. I found out Maggie was 20 years old, she told me about how her family were not happy with her travel plans, how she loved animals, how she loved to meet new people and how she felt trapped. Krakow wasn’t big enough for her and there was so much else to see. I filled her in on my backstory and before we knew it we were finished the first drinks. There wasn’t one silence and the conversation was still flowing. It was now around 10:30pm and the bar we were at was closing.

Let’s go for another drink somewhere else

I actually want a cigarette. You have any?

I’ve left mine at home.

This was my first fuck up, I did actually leave them at home but, at this point I should have invited her back. Even though I hadn’t kissed her and we’d only had one drink, there was enough outlier vibes to take the leap of faith.

There’s a shop there, I’ll buy another box and we can go to another bar

OK, sounds good

I got a box of cigarettes and we each smoked one as we walked towards the main square. This was my second fuck up. I was walking in the opposite direction to my apartment, which coincidentally was my third fuck up in itself. I had a look around my area earlier that day and couldn’t find any good bars near my flat – I booked the room in a bit of a hurry and didn’t research my logistics properly. As we passed each bar I suggested we go in and she kept saying that she didn’t like the places. This was my fourth fuck up, I should have insisted that the place didn’t matter, it was the company. We eventually went to a cool little bar that was a fully TWENTY minute walk away from my apartment. We sat outside again at a table, this was my fifth fuck-up, I agreed to a venue that wasn’t suitable for escalation and was too far from my apartment.

By the time we sat down it was now around 11pm. We each got a bottle of craft beer and she told me that she had to be up really early for work. FUCK. She was wearing a ring with a stone on it. I tried to escalate by touching her hand and asking what it meant.

Oh I was at a festival recently, I met a guy, we had some fun and the next morning he gave me this as a souvenir

This was like rubbing salt in an open wound, she was basically telling me she’s highly promiscuous and that I was busy friend-zoning myself. Maggie carried on to tell me about how she enjoyed taking LSD, MDMA and had even tried Ayahuascha. This was my sixth fuck-up, I let her ramble on about this for about half an hour because I was genuinely interested in what she was saying and was enjoying the conversation too much. I wasn’t escalating. Soon after this she received a phone call, Maggie apologised before answering and when she hung up she told me that a friend would come to join us now. FFS.

She said I could stay or go, but she just wanted to speak with this friend as she hadn’t seen HIM in a long time and he would leave in the morning. This was my seventh fuck-up, I should have either got up and left or told her to tell him not to come. We carried on with normal chit-chat, this was my eighth fuck-up, I had about a 10 minute window before her friend arrived to at least TRY and kiss her, but I didn’t and he turned up. He turned out to be a nice chap, a bit chodey and was in his early 40’s and was another guy she had met at a festival, she probably banged him too.

He didn’t have a drink and just waited for us to finish ours. The three of us walked back towards the square. The dude said he was staying at another friends house, she was going back to her apartment that she shared with another guy, and I would go in a separate direction.

As we walked Maggie challenged us all to do forward rolls in the middle of the street, her friend did it straight away, then she tried and had obviously forgotten she was wearing a back-pack as she got stuck mid roll and her whole dress blew up to reveal a lacy black thong and a great little body. Her friend rushed to pull her dress back down. She got up and wasn’t embarrassed in the slightest. Maggie asked why I didn’t roll with them, I told her I’m not very flexible. It was all a bit weird.

As we walked Maggie continued to tell her friend the story of how her and I had met earlier that evening, she spoke in glowing terms, but her friend didn’t look impressed in the slightest. Soon after this we all went our separate ways and as I said goodbye to Maggie she said “Good luck in your future life”, despite me adding her on instagram earlier in the evening. Which probably means I won’t be getting her out again before I leave.

Conclusion

I was very conscious of all of the errors as I was making them. However, I was happy of the company as I had been solo for a couple of days and was frankly a bit bored. I thought I would still have a couple of more nights to finish the deal but it seems it won’t be so. Oh well, guess I’ll have to go back out and do it all over again.

 

 

 

 

 

Belgrade – Part 1

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Bottle game – no, I don’t.

I flew out to Belgrade at the end of April to properly kick-off the 2018 Euro-jaunt season. What better place to start? I would spend just over two weeks there after which I would take my pick of EE destinations, I intentionally kept my schedule flexible after regretting booking everything in advance in 2017. I’ll try to recap the main events – most of them are a bit hazy due to the copious amounts of alcohol consumed…

Xants and I touched down in the late afternoon after being delayed in Munich airport, we of course used this time to drink more beer in the airport bar. We were in good spirits and full of optimism for the trip ahead. This would be our third time returning, you can read about the others here and here.

Upon arrival we dropped our bags, had a quick freshen up and hit the streets. As I mentioned here, my first set ended up being my first notch of the trip. After the session we went for dinner with a motley crew of daygamers who happened to be in the city at the same time. These included Krauser, Oscar, juggernaut and Krausers’ Resi student who turned out to be a good guy from London. After this we did some bar game with an American fella who was living there and who also dabbles at daygame. It was a fun first day.

A few days later most of the motley crew had departed and Mr S arrived to lift both our spirits and our alcohol intake levels (Mr S is also Irish). We were having a laugh, the street game was not easy but we spurred each other on and in the end all three of us got laid. Maybe if the lads at citydaygame ever pull their fingers out, you could read about their triumphs as well.

Which brings me to the topic of failures – Someone tweeted at me recently that I never write about them. This is not intentional, I just tend not to dwell on them. If we all wallowed in our failure then there would never be any time for success. But believe me, I fail, a LOT. Now, if only I had some sort of real life statistical summary to assist in the analysis of my failures, Oh, hold on – here’s one I made earlier;

Sets 62
Number 16 25.81%
FB/Insta 9 14.52%
Flake 6 24.00%
Date Flake 0 0.00%
idate 2 3.23%
D1 5 8.06%
D2 1 1.61%
Near Miss 1 1.61%
Lays 2 3.23%
Approach to Number / Social Media… 1 in … 2.48
Approach to Lay… 1 in… 31

I opened 62 girls over the space of two weeks – banging two of them, so that’s 60 failures right away.

Even though I get more IOI’s in Belgrade than anywhere else I have been, I still get my fair share of blow-outs. Most of these were low-probability girls that were just too hot not to open. I don’t keep a count of the exact number of blowouts but I’d say about 1/3 of my sets were blow-outs. Either they weren’t into me or really were in a hurry.

Some of the girls had boyfriends and the rest gave contact details. This is where a lot of them dropped off. 6 of them didn’t reply to my feeler, a lot of girls were simply too busy with exams and the rest of I got out. I had 9 dates in total (including idates and one from night game) and all but two of them went nowhere…

Date Fails

idate with girl with boyfriend

I had an idate with a cute little blondie – we had one beer and I never saw her again. Most of her instagram stories show her cuddling a guy. So I’m assuming she was at the beginning of a relationship when I idated her.

Blonde balerina

I closed this girl on my 3rd day there and got her out shortly afterwards. She seemed very keen over messaging and I thought my odds of getting laid were high before the date. When she turned up I did not downgrade this assessment – she’d really made an effort. It was all down hill from there. She didn’t drink alcohol for health reasons – but assured me she loved getting drunk, she just couldn’t. We did two venues and she resisted all escalation. I lost patience after about 3 hours of this and sent her on her way. I pinged her the next day and she ghosted.

Two dates with a cute K girl

This girl had one of the best little bottoms I’d seen in Belgrade. She was 20 years old and I actually really liked hanging out with her. I took her out twice on the trip and she would not let me kiss her despite about 30 attempts over two dates. It was strange because she was accepting all kino and even reciprocating – she seemed really into me. I did have a persistent cold sore for most of the trip and she was a nurse so this may have been the reason she didn’t want to kiss. I kept her on as a long lead hoping to close her next time.

Near miss with a long lead 

Yes, you read that correctly, a long lead. This was a girl I closed on my first trip to Belgrade. I added her on instagram and never got her out, most of her pics were of her and a man who I assumed was her boyfriend. I pinged her upon arrival on the off chance that she’d reply. She was keen to come out. We got quite drunk together – I’d already been drinking during the day with the boys and turned up to the date half cut. This didn’t seem to matter so much. After a couple of drinks she was on my bed and we were very close to sex. I had her jeans off and was fingering her. But she freaked out and said she couldn’t do it. The next day she left the city for the rest of the summer. Maybe next time.

A double date from bar game

On the first night Xants and I did a two-set in a bar (not included in the stats above). His girl was a 6 at best, mine was cute, a low 7. They agreed to come out on a double date one evening. They met us at 7pm and despite drinking two beers each announced that they were going to the gym at 9pm. Serbian logic. We all had a nice chit chat, tried to escalate every now and then, but it went nowhere.

Cluster fuck of a date with a 9 – and her entourage

One afternoon early on in the trip Xants and I were fishing at Boutique. I saw a short young little fair haired girl walking very quickly towards Knez Mihailova and it was my turn to open. I got in front and she eye-spazzed as I delivered my opener. She touched me on both forearms and babbled something in Serbian. I assumed it was “I don’t speak English”. I got google translate out on my phone and we managed to have a short chat. She was in a hurry to meet friends so I took her number. It was an absolute pain in the ass to get her out. I would text her and she would reply days later. Eventually I got her out on my last night in Belgrade. A couple of hours before the date she text me to say that she would be bringing a friend. I wasn’t happy about it – but I thought “hot girls have hot friends, surely”. Xants agreed with my hypothesis and agreed to come along to keep her friend distracted.

Unfortunately for him, her friend was a heffer. We went to a swanky restaurant and eat steaks and drank red wine. I sat beside my girl and spoke to her mostly on google translate. Xants’ girl couldn’t speak much english either. So me and him would frequently confer in English right in front of the pair of them – mostly we were saying things like “this is going nowhere, need to isolate”. Then an hour or so in my girl tells me she needs to go outside. I asked why and she said her sister was coming with another friend. FFS.

I walked out with her and greeted her sister and her friend. She was almost as hot as my girl, I’d say a solid 8. There was also a young bloke with them – he looked about 18 – so, their age. I invited them both inside for a glass of wine (I’d ordered a litre of the house red). The young fella spoke good English so he sat to my right and the sister sat to Xant’s left. From this point onwards it was a complete cluster fuck. In hindsight I’m pretty sure the young fella was an orbiter chode working his hardest to prevent me from getting anywhere with my girl. Soon after the glass of wine we all finished up and off the four of them went leaving me and Xants wondering what the hell had just happened. We sat on and drank the remainder of the litre of wine before going outside – it was now around 11pm – and opening another two-set of 16 year old sisters. My target had riduclously large breasts for her tender years. We idated them and it too went nowhere. Afterwards we hit up the dive bar and got smashed with Mr S to top off what had been a successful trip despite all the failures.

The next morning I woke up late for my bus to Budapest which my airbnb landlord had organised. He let himself into our flat waking me one hour after I was supposed to be on the bus already.

Roy – you’ve missed the bus! Get your shit together and I’ll drive you to the airport, the bus is waiting there for you

I woke up, still in the clothes from the night before and quickly threw my shit in a bag and jumped in his car. I would realise upon arrival to Budapest that I had forgotten most of my belongings – i’m pretty sure I was still drunk when I packed. I frantically text the landlord upon realising my fuck up and he reassured me he would hang onto my stuff. It gave me a very good excuse to travel back after Budapest, not that I really needed one.