Post: #76

Meeting an American girl in a minute. This should be interesting.

Post: #77

Fuck I think I'm getting MySpace angled again. Fucking fucking hell.

Post: #78

So you are in a city full of hot chicks and you run internet game on American women?

Post: #79

I had a full card already and I could fit her in in the morning. No harm, no foul.

Post: #80

(05-22-2013 10:51 AM)aphelion Wrote:  I had a full card already and I could fit her in in the morning. No harm, no foul.

Aphelion! The harm and the foul is no well written, flowing report of your adventures this AM. Suffering withdrawal, quick gimme a hit. Really appreciate the sharing.

Post: #81

My last few days have been pretty mediocre, and Paulina flaked on me today. So no juicy details >:-0

I'll try and spin something interesting out of it, but I've had battle fatigue

Post: #82

I got into clubs Teatr and Cherry and fought body to body against polish guys in their teritorry.You have to repeat the same not going to the clubs with foreigner men presence.You have to beat them down in their teritorry.

Post: #83

I don't have Balkan Power

Post: #84

Get into and bang them.Play your head.Either you fuck them or they fuck you.

Post: #85

Day 9) Crashed and burned. My hip was back to hurting again.

By now I'd largely given up on meeting new girls. My dance card was slammed; I'd already set dates on Wednesday (Day 11), Thursday and Friday with different girls. And I had one today with one of my hotornot.com contacts. Given the time it would take to properly harvest these new contacts, I backburnered meeting new girls and shifted my thinking about club approaches to same-night lays, admittedly one of my weak points. (Not according to Day 2's exploits but whatever.)

And I was still tired.

I rolled over in bed and shot Dontuan a text that I'd seen Anastasia the night before and ignored her. He dropped by the flat later and we hit some Phenibut in anticipation of the Erasmus party at Alibi again. I was secretly hoping that I'd get to skip Alibi -- what if Paulina, my Sandwich Artist, was there?

What to do. We swapped strategy and re-dosed on Phenibut. The killer instinct wasn't there. Was hotornot.com making me soft? Was the alcohol sapping my testosterone dry? Was the infrequent sleep and alien surroundings taking their toll on me? Did I secretly long for the fleshy folds of empowered American women?

We got to Alibi at 11 or so and the joint was dead. "Stick around," Dontuan encouraged me. I gamely hung on, and the club started filling up after I made my way through a few whiskeys. One of the first girls on the floor was a distinctly American-looking chubster, vapidly spinning and diving around during the early partner dances going on on the still empty floor.

"I like her energy, she seems like she's having fun," Dontuan observed. She reminded me of a Disney movie with dancing whales.

"Urgh," I offered, and it occurred to me that I'd probably have a more positive view of her after all if she were in reasonable shape.

I got to observe ever more instances of Polish 'smother game', which seemed to involve smothering a girl until she couldn't muster the energy to fight off the male's octopus-like advances. It was quirky, and I wondered how it could possibly work.

The Phenibut wasn't helping. I couldn't get into the mood on the dance floor, and a few dance floor rejections didn't help. Dontuan was talking to a pair of blonde cuties, and motioned for me to come join them. I wasn't my normal, charismatic self.

Then I got a text from Paulina. "Having fun at Alibi?"

What? I'd thought I'd seen her tall skinny guy friend there. Did he rat me out?

I nonchalantly texted a battle report back. It was dead earlier, now it's picking up.

"I'm at Alibi too :-)"

Well shit.

I found her shortly afterward. She was with a vaguely attractive brown-skinned girl--gypsy, perhaps?--with large glasses and a shy demeanor. I greeted them and then left them to dance, and before long I felt like leaving. I bid the two of them goodbye, and the blonde cuties as well, and then headed home. Ugh, what a night.

I didn't have the killer instinct. Not tonight.

Post: #86

Phenibut what is it?Polish guys impose their power physically on girls this is true.
I wrote to you you need to get slapped hard before you get any success.

Post: #87

(05-22-2013 02:01 PM)aphelion Wrote:  Did I secretly long for the fleshy folds of empowered American women?

Dontuan, you need to homer simpson choke bart simpson style aphelion. Save him!

Post: #88

He has yet to acculturate to the death match style Polish club scene. It isn't for the faint of heart. I'm a bit used to it. One Neanderthal guy pulling on her arm, while another dude is grinding her and me grabbing and yanking on whatever spare limbs she still has left. Deep down the girls all like it. Also when you maul them.

(05-22-2013 03:12 PM)samsamsam Wrote:  

(05-22-2013 02:01 PM)aphelion Wrote:  Did I secretly long for the fleshy folds of empowered American women?

Dontuan, you need to homer simpson choke bart simpson style aphelion. Save him!

Post: #89

(05-23-2013 06:13 AM)dontuan Wrote:  Deep down the girls all like it. Also when you maul them.

Dude that made laugh. Almost coughed up my scrambled eggs. Thanks!

Post: #90

Day 10) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fLexgOxsZu0

Yeah, I needed a chill pill after the previous few days. I made a halfhearted attempt to troll hotornot, but nothing came of it. Instead I took a quick trip through Galeria, and through Arcady Wroclawskie, two major shopping malls within walking distance of home. And lots of vodka. Dontuan came over that night to sync, and I elected to drink and stay home and fall asleep.

Day 11) Bleah.

There's a sense of near-defeat that comes after too long in the hole, too long on the low. Your motivation is sapped, your potency is diminished. Being on vacation, that time frame was greatly compressed into a matter of days. At home, you've got time. Feeling down this week? Hole up in front of the computer for a few days, make sure you go to the gym, read a book. On vacation it's go time, go go go or you're wasting thousands of dollars sitting in your room doing the same thing you'd be doing at home. Go go go.

I hadn't been able to shake it lately. Part of me simply wanted to go home. I'd proved what I needed to prove; American girls weren't worth troubling oneself over. And I'd had a good time by any measure. And plus there was Paulina my sandwich artist, all set to whip up a hot Dagwood pile of messy sheets and spilled mayonnaise on the eve.

Or was she? A text came in from Paulina, begging off for the evening. There'd been a test she'd forgotten about tomorrow, and all of a sudden my interactions with these Polish girls were starting to carry very American overtones.

Flaked. I was secretly licking my chops at the prospect of informing a nation of ill-behaved American women about the punctuality and reliability of Polish girls. While I don't think that my sentiments were on the whole misplaced, perhaps two solid weeks of non-flaking was a bit optimistic of an outlook to carry.

Nonetheless. I remembered about not having synced up with Anias yet, and shot him a text. He was hanging out at Czarny Kot that night for a birthday party and insisted I tag along. Anias was a Canadian entrepreneur based in Wroclaw, living the dream while I was here on expensive, borrowed time. I envied him.

What transpired next was a comedic series of 'going to the wrong place' conflations. First up was a 25 zloty taxi ride to Czarny Kot, Bialy Kot, a pizza joint well outside of Market Square. It took perhaps half an hour to walk to a location where I could hail a taxi to bring me back to Market Square. Next was a conflation of text messages with Dontuan who suggested going to Klub Concret for salsa dancing, which I misinterpreted as being from Anias, which resulted in a lengthy walk to a place that was not actually Klub Concret, then another taxi ride to the real location of Klub Concret. The physical description Anias had provided (black dress shirt, blue jeans, grey shoes) matched no fewer than three individuals at this place, and I had a shot of vodka and sat down to chill.

Fortunately we got it hammered out, and Czarny Kot was only walking distance from Klub Concret. I found him in the smoking room at Czarny Kot, a dive bar with a large dance space. The laptop DJ provided a steady, if schizophrenic stream of Latin music, with only a smattering of salsa mixed in with the merengue, bachata and samba. The floor was alternately crowded with amateurs, or empty, depending on the character of the song.

Anias was much younger than I thought he'd be, and a little shorter, with an unbelievable amount of energy. He was charismatic for a younger man, and had a natural cadence and command of his speech that made one want to listen, though without enough gravitas to encourage one to listen quietly. And naturally the conversation grew once again quickly loud and lively after my arrival and polite introductions.

Outside of the smoking room, Evan introduced me to Aleksandra, the birthday girl. There was a huge crowd congregated here, and she was the star of the show. She was dolled up in a skin-tight red dress and heels, though without much makeup other than a dab of mascara around the eyes. I was still lacking in energy, and hadn't danced yet; Anias tripled mine, and was swiftly on the floor grooving with amateurish exuberance before the slender and graceful Aleksandra. She'd obviously taken dance lessons; her hip motions were precise and deliberate, in time with the music. Her steps were gazelle-like, pointed. And of course, there were those hip motions.

The slice of birthday cake (later, I'd found Aleksandra had baked it herself) had failed to energize me much, and I was still in a bit of a funk from the failures of previous days. I graciously excused myself from a chat with Aleksandra and her lovely hips to bid Anias goodbye.

"What? No way! You can't go!" Anias interrupted his dance with a friend of the party, an attractive brown-skinned girl that I had briefly been introduced to.

I shook my head. "I'm just gonna chill tonight. Have a blast with these girls here."

"Dude! No way! You gotta party with us all night!"

I didn't relent. Well, yes, eventually I did. He was insistent that I stay, that I party, have fun, do all the shit that I should have been doing all along. But somewhere along the line, something clicked.

"I'm gonna hit the bar," I said, and clapped him on the shoulder. His dance had evaporated by now. He'd sacrificed his dance with a cutie to encourage me to stick around.

The bartender was a Mexican fellow named Christian, but everyone called him Gato, or Kot, or Cat. He didn't like the name Gato. I slammed a 5 zl shot of vodka and strode straight over to where Aleksandra was sitting.

"Let's dance."

A salsa-ish beat was playing, and despite her total infamiliarity with the dance she managed to follow along. My frame is firm, with a strong lead, and I was able to guide us in a rough equivalent of salsa to the delight of the onlookers.

She was pleased.

I don't remember the bulk of the conversation that night, though a German fellow enlightened me on the conundrum of the German rental/ownership market and the difficulties involved in landlording there. No, it was more interesting than I'm making it sound. I chatted with Aleksandra to no small degree, a rather nice experience. She was hesitant to reveal her age, which makes me assume 27, an 'old' age here in Wroclaw.

We danced some more, and I with her tall friend Maria as well, who was enthusiastic about bachata and danced it very close and personal. The style of the music shaped our dancing, and Aleksandra was particularly impressed by a delicate and gentle song leading us to a series of long and graceful steps.

"Paso doble," she said, referencing the style of dance, an elegant Spanish ballroom style featuring a strong male lead and long steps.

"I should learn it."

We cut out 'early' for a Polish club, which is to say at about 2AM. The bulk of us went to a little 24 hour bar, where I asked for vodka and got beer from an irritated waitress who did not receive a tip from me. We sat and chitchatted, I between the two girls, and mostly talking to Aleksandra.

We cut out, and Aleksandra walked me most of the way back since she lived near Szewska. I bid her goodnight, and went to my room.

I felt tired, and a last-minute shot of vodka accelerated that feeling. But more than that, I felt alive again.

Post: #91

Finally, I'm pretty much up to date. Names, obviously, have been changed to protect the innocent.

Post: #92

Almost 5000 views! I'm sorry to report that I literally have nothing of interest to report over the last few days. I've been low on energy, had a few flakes that screwed up plans, and haven't been forward at the clubs and whatnot. On top of that, an order of beef tartare put me out of commission for a promising evening and now I'm feeling blah and drained.

On the other hand, I found out what I came here for. That was the important part.

Post: #93

Wroclaw is tough. You have to outsmart the polish guys there and they are very skilled.Also lots of social connections between students create a mine field.Other cities like Poznan Szczecin are better as I found out.

Post: #94

(05-25-2013 08:26 AM)aphelion Wrote:  Almost 5000 views! I'm sorry to report that I literally have nothing of interest to report over the last few days. I've been low on energy, had a few flakes that screwed up plans, and haven't been forward at the clubs and whatnot. On top of that, an order of beef tartare put me out of commission for a promising evening and now I'm feeling blah and drained.

On the other hand, I found out what I came here for. That was the important part.

Just take pics of chicks out of your window and post them, kidding sort of. Seems like you found the info you needed to, congrats. Feel better and have a safe trip home.

Post: #95

The Wroclaw Gambit II: Dzięki Bogu is in preproduction as we speak. Release date maybe sometime in December.

Post: #96

Oops @greek kamiki

I have decided to travel to wroclaw reading from forum & bang Poland. . You say wroclaw is tough. . For a beginner like me if it is tough it won't worth going. .what do u suggest?

Post: #97

Oops @greek kamiki

I have decided to travel to wroclaw reading from forum & bang Poland. . You say wroclaw is tough. . For a beginner like me if it is tough it won't worth going. .what do u suggest?

Post: #98

playharder123,

Poland isn't hard. It's easy.

It's easy because you will actually want to interact with the girls. You will want to talk to them, with their big doe eyes and their smiles and their warmth and openness. They will treat you like a human being, not like an aggressor or a rapist. You will want to buy them a drink, because it works, God bless them, they won't fault you for it.

You'll want to take them on dates. It won't be the mindless death march that American dating often is, where she's chattering about her career and how crazy her fucking life is and her cat that shits on her bed. She'll talk about things she does, which are way more interesting than American girls do. She'll talk about feelings and other stuff, which are way more interesting than American girls' feelings because they actually HAVE feelings. You'll ask them out on a date, and instead of saying, 'gosh my week is crazy busy soooooo I dunno' they'll say 'Sure, how about Thursday at 7PM?' And when they reject you, you'll understand. She has a boyfriend and she really likes him, and it's evident on her face that what she's saying is completely true. She has to go visit her mom this weekend in Katowice, and ... surprise! Next day there's a FB status update from her mobile from Katowice. She's not smart enough to fake that, because I'm not smart enough to fake that. No, she's really with mom in Katowice. Or at least she's really in Katowice. And that's not bad.

And then you'll wonder why you ever bothered with American girls, why you spent $12 on that Cosmopolitan for her when she's checking her phone in between bites of her fettuccini alfredo, why she didn't text back even though her traitorious iPhone let you know that she did indeed READ your message, and why she's way too busy to go out and meet you while Game of Thrones has new episodes on. You'll wonder why you let American women ruin your opinion of women in general, when there's a whole world of sweet, unentitled, honest and well-meaning girls who can keep themselves in a size 4. You'll wonder why you ever thought women sucked. Women don't suck. But American women often do.

American girls aren't bottom of the barrel, but they're close.

In conclusion: five stars.

EDIT: I've been reading a lot of delicioustacos lately.

Post: #99

(09-05-2013 06:02 PM)aphelion Wrote:  playharder123,

Poland isn't hard. It's easy.

It's easy because you will actually want to interact with the girls. You will want to talk to them, with their big doe eyes and their smiles and their warmth and openness. They will treat you like a human being, not like an aggressor or a rapist. You will want to buy them a drink, because it works, God bless them, they won't fault you for it.

You'll want to take them on dates. It won't be the mindless death march that American dating often is, where she's chattering about her career and how crazy her fucking life is and her cat that shits on her bed. She'll talk about things she does, which are way more interesting than American girls do. She'll talk about feelings and other stuff, which are way more interesting than American girls' feelings because they actually HAVE feelings. You'll ask them out on a date, and instead of saying, 'gosh my week is crazy busy soooooo I dunno' they'll say 'Sure, how about Thursday at 7PM?' And when they reject you, you'll understand. She has a boyfriend and she really likes him, and it's evident on her face that what she's saying is completely true. She has to go visit her mom this weekend in Katowice, and ... surprise! Next day there's a FB status update from her mobile from Katowice. She's not smart enough to fake that, because I'm not smart enough to fake that. No, she's really with mom in Katowice. Or at least she's really in Katowice. And that's not bad.

And then you'll wonder why you ever bothered with American girls, why you spent $12 on that Cosmopolitan for her when she's checking her phone in between bites of her fettuccini alfredo, why she didn't text back even though her traitorious iPhone let you know that she did indeed READ your message, and why she's way too busy to go out and meet you while Game of Thrones has new episodes on. You'll wonder why you let American women ruin your opinion of women in general, when there's a whole world of sweet, unentitled, honest and well-meaning girls who can keep themselves in a size 4. You'll wonder why you ever thought women sucked. Women don't suck. But American women often do.

American girls aren't bottom of the barrel, but they're close.

In conclusion: five stars.

EDIT: I've been reading a lot of delicioustacos lately.

The underlying jorts theme had me shitting my pants -- was literally laughing at my computer screen.

Especially this one = this one's a gem.

"It felt dirty, like I was smoking the crack cocaine of Polish dating. Nice, normal, attractive girls, easily available at the touch of your fingers without the worries of language barriers, public rejection or even the effort of putting on a t-shirt and jorts."

Post: #100

(09-05-2013 06:02 PM)aphelion Wrote:  playharder123,

Poland isn't hard. It's easy.

It's easy because you will actually want to interact with the girls. You will want to talk to them, with their big doe eyes and their smiles and their warmth and openness. They will treat you like a human being, not like an aggressor or a rapist. You will want to buy them a drink, because it works, God bless them, they won't fault you for it.

You'll want to take them on dates. It won't be the mindless death march that American dating often is, where she's chattering about her career and how crazy her fucking life is and her cat that shits on her bed. She'll talk about things she does, which are way more interesting than American girls do. She'll talk about feelings and other stuff, which are way more interesting than American girls' feelings because they actually HAVE feelings. You'll ask them out on a date, and instead of saying, 'gosh my week is crazy busy soooooo I dunno' they'll say 'Sure, how about Thursday at 7PM?' And when they reject you, you'll understand. She has a boyfriend and she really likes him, and it's evident on her face that what she's saying is completely true. She has to go visit her mom this weekend in Katowice, and ... surprise! Next day there's a FB status update from her mobile from Katowice. She's not smart enough to fake that, because I'm not smart enough to fake that. No, she's really with mom in Katowice. Or at least she's really in Katowice. And that's not bad.

And then you'll wonder why you ever bothered with American girls, why you spent $12 on that Cosmopolitan for her when she's checking her phone in between bites of her fettuccini alfredo, why she didn't text back even though her traitorious iPhone let you know that she did indeed READ your message, and why she's way too busy to go out and meet you while Game of Thrones has new episodes on. You'll wonder why you let American women ruin your opinion of women in general, when there's a whole world of sweet, unentitled, honest and well-meaning girls who can keep themselves in a size 4. You'll wonder why you ever thought women sucked. Women don't suck. But American women often do.

American girls aren't bottom of the barrel, but they're close.

In conclusion: five stars.

EDIT: I've been reading a lot of delicioustacos lately.

Holy. Shit. I had doubts before about the girls of the world. But after reading your posts and where you starkly highlight the differences, I now see that you are right.

I am planning a trip to EE, most likely Poland now. Would you choose between Wroclaw, Krakow, or Poznan? Not sure if you had a change to visit those other areas since your trip to Wroclaw.