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(09-03-2013 06:11 PM)Roosh Wrote:  She was very insistent on telling me to “call” her, so my plan was simply to ping her with a text on Sunday evening about my intentions to call her on Monday, where I would then try for a Tuesday night date. The relationship was such that two days of silence seemed prolonged.

I sent a message on Sunday night saying it was nice to meet her, and I would call the next day. I didn’t ask her a question, but girls usually respond to such texts, even if it’s a simple “Okay.” By the time I went to bed, Anna didn’t respond. I knew this was a bad sign but tried not to think about it.

then called Anna. Without her having acknowledged my text, I wasn’t expecting her to answer, and sure enough she didn’t.

and most importantly, Anna, who I thought felt strongly about me, didn’t even care to respond. I went to bed sure that I made the right decision about leaving Ukraine, because even when I met a girl that I clicked with, the result was still negative.

I woke up the next day in a sour mood. Marina’s flake wasn’t a big deal, but Anna? I knew her behavior was perfect game to get a person’s emotions heated, but I couldn’t help but desire to speak to her. Even though I ran the risk of treading into needy behavior, I had to pursue.

“Sad? About what?” For a second I thought she found out about my blog.

“It’s… it’s nothing.”


“It’s okay, I thought something happened. You said so many nice things to me that it was weird not to hear from you. I didn’t remember you being a cold person.”

I knew I was in deep trouble if a girl could affect me so.

From the story, it shows that you rationally know that Anna has perfect game, that she is a very good player who is very skilled at playing hot and cold because this is what works
best at getting guys' emotions and total attention...

I called Anna, as promised, and she answered the phone. “What are you doing?” I asked.

“I’m making the cake! It takes some time so right now he has to sit for a while.” I mentally translated cake into Russian and confirmed that it’s a masculine word, hence her reference to it as a “he.” I never correct her English mistakes because it will just make her frustrated and embarrassed. It’s part of her charm, anyway.

“Mmm, I like that. Tomorrow I will go to the store to buy some things for our little dinner. Did you sleep well last night? You were texting me late.”

“I had a dream.”

“What was it?” I asked.

“There were two men, and they were fighting for me, and I didn’t know what to do, but the second guy fought more for me, and I went with him.”

“That’s an interesting dream.”

“Yes, because my dreams sometimes come true.”

“Let’s see if this one comes true.” I assumed I was the second guy in the dream, but didn’t ask.

“So what time do you want to come to my apartment tomorrow? 8? If you want we can meet in the center because I have to go to the store.”

“I will see what time I leave work, but I think between 8 and 9. I will come straight to your apartment because the cake will be big. I remember your address.”

I considered telling her she didn’t have to dress up so much, but then I thought that I’d be a fool for telling a girl she had permission to put less effort into me. You give a girl an inch, she takes a mile.

When it came time to say goodbye, neither of us wanted to hang up the phone, and only after the third goodbye, in Russian, did we hang up.

I met up with my wingman from Saturday night, Roger, to grab some dinner. My favorite barbecue restaurant was closed early for some reason so we ended up at the same bar where I met Anna. I ordered bar fare: chicken wings and a burger with fries. While waiting for the food, I caught him up on the developments with Anna.

“The thing that’s really fucked up,” I said, “is that I’m cursing my luck of having met her a few days before leaving for Poland, but it was because I was going to Poland that I wanted to give it one last surge with the nightlife here. If I was staying here longer, or going to Kiev, I’m sure I wouldn’t have met her.”

“It’s a cycle of ups and downs,” Roger said. “It's the lifestyle.”

“But I still don’t think it’s right of me to not tell her I’m leaving on Saturday.”

“You told her you have to travel often, right? Just say you have to go to Poland for a couple weeks. Then you can extend that time once you are there and invite her. Your lie is not that bad. You seem to genuinely want to pursue something with her, so it’s not a pump and dump.”

“I guess.”

I began to wonder what information Anna hadn’t told me yet. She seemed like too much of an open book to hide anything significant, like an ex-husband or a love child, but it was obvious that there are other men in her life and I’m simply being lined up as a potential front runner. It’s not as if I would fly out of her city and she would be left alone and destitute, so I believed it wasn’t horrible for me to take measures to get what I desired first.

“I need some luck on my side,” I said. “So many variables can come up. Maybe her period is not over. Maybe she flakes. I’m close, but I need a good push over the edge.”

“It’s out of your hands now.”

“I’ll take this into extra innings if I have to. There’s always Friday. I absolutely must bang this girl. I’ll pull out every trick in the book.” I paused and then added, “…even rape.” We both laughed.

I liked how talking to another man dulled my feelings for her and made it more about the sexual event, just another notch. It made me visualize the bang and not a relationship, but I knew that if Anna showed up to my apartment looking sexy, and started with the touching, sweet talk, cute puppy dog expressions, and random English mistakes, my mind would drift away from seeing her as a conquest and into a girl I wanted to pass time with, a girl I would be willing to fly around in Europe on my dime so I can keep these romantic feelings alive—feelings I don’t experience but once every couple of years.

Man. Roosh is in trouble.

A girl who drives your emotions. A double edged sword. The highest highs & lowest lows.

The seduction becomes an obsession. Followed by a strong desire for possession.

If not compatible sexually, might get off easy. But if no bang, or the sex is strong, there will be no escape...

Roosh you have 100+ guys from around the world cheering for you. Good luck man!

This is a rare time for you Roosh, you're encountering your male hamster which is rationalizing your inability to take Anna off the pedestal.
If she wasn't Ukrainian or Russian you'd be in big trouble!

Roosh,

Don't forget why you set out on this mission and ended up in Ukraine. Anna, or girls like Anna for that matter, are why you are here doing what you do. Meeting a girl like this is the holy grail, the Atlantis, the forbidden fruit, that men on this forum seek out in all corners of the world.

Enjoy every last moment with her. Do what makes you happy, regardless of what other men think of you. I've been enough places and while I've come close to finding an Anna, I know I've still never tasted the fruit. Taste that fruit. Enjoy it. Remember who you are, why you're here, and the reasons why you ran away from your old life. You'll appreciate your waning time with her all the more.

I have a bad feeling about how this story ends...retirement from the game, rooshvforum falls by the wayside. we see a new forum prop up about "how to be a good husband"

(09-05-2013 03:28 PM)William Windsor Wrote:  I have a bad feeling about how this story ends...retirement from the game, rooshvforum falls by the wayside. [b] we see a new forum prop up [/b]about "how to be a good husband"

I can just see Naughty Nomad cheering for Roosh to settle down as that could mean a decline in the forum updates and eventually some members leaving for http://blockedurl.com/forum/

I post not so often on the forum, but this story just made click. For those of us who have been lucky enough to be in Ukraine, I know this remind us of that special girl we met over there. Some are just way too feminine, naive and sexy that make you do stupid things. Wish the best luck to Roosh, I am sure with his experience in the game, will make the best decision.

If I were him, I would stay and buy a Pegasus one way ticket to Poland or going by train..hahaha..when the time comes. It is not like he is getting married if he stays, only it means, he will enjoy to be with this great girl..

Well, our date ended. I shall begin writing.

(09-05-2013 05:32 PM)Roosh Wrote:  Well, our date ended. I shall begin writing.

Word, hope it ended in this

And not this


Roosh after getting the pussy

(09-05-2013 01:24 AM)thegmanifesto Wrote:  

(09-04-2013 08:51 PM)thedude3737 Wrote:  Are the extra bangs in Poland really worth it?

Maybe. Maybe not.

But Freedom is priceless.

(09-04-2013 06:24 PM)GameTheory Wrote:  

(08-30-2013 01:42 PM)thegmanifesto Wrote:  [...]

I was coughing up blood yesterday. Just another day at the office. I was out again last night.[...]

get that checked out. ASAP

Sh*t.

You only die once.

What is it going to do? Kill me twice?

It could be something treatable, you've been in tropical places that have TB. IF you sleep on stuff like that you could get sicker needlessly.

(09-05-2013 05:32 PM)Roosh Wrote:  Well, our date ended. I shall begin writing.

Let's try and dissect and consequently speculate:

Date was supposed to start between 8-9pm. Last post by Roosh was around 8:30 p.m. Let's assume she arrived shortly after, took her shoes off and got settled in around 9pm.

Start cooking dinner, drinks, that goes until 10pm.

Break until 10:30 to eat, relax for a bit.

11pm he advances on her, takes her to bedroom. They bang, a little residual blood. It's ok. Bang again until about 12:30a.m.

Now they have the aforementioned cake. Tastes great after all the sex, despite its only so-so quality. She is Ukrainian so just tries one bite. Close to 1:30 a.m., so she has to leave for work or something.

Roosh posts date ended at 1:32 a.m.

Summary, two bangs, mediocre cake, small blood stain on sheets. Was I close?

^ He's sensible - a towel would've been deployed in anticipation.

For most of the day I thought of two previous times I met a great girl but elected not to stay and pursue the relationship. It felt too needy to do so, because I believe the minute you change plans for a girl is the minute she will sense it and then get turned off. I debated taking this risk with Anna or not, and what it would entail.

If I leave, I have to assume there will be nothing to come of it, since I have past experience to be mostly sure of that. I’d go to Poland and probably regret my decision when facing just the slightest problem like one sausage fest night or a supermarket that didn’t have my favorite type of cheese.

If I stay, I will have to make the tough admission that I’m basically chasing a girl to a city that I decided I wanted to leave. I can rationalize that Odessa is nice, but I know I wouldn’t want to stay otherwise. Plus Roger was set to leave in two weeks, so I’d soon have no friends. In spite of the fact she was putting herself in my top five all-star list, I would feel like a chump making a change in my plans.

She texted me during the day: “Without you, time passes very slowly.” Girls never text me these types of statements before I have sex with them, and so I stared at it for a good minute.

As the hour of her arrival approached, I realized that whether we had sex or not would not make my decision any easier. Of course I would go for the lay, but even if I came close, I’d want to stay longer to finish the job. If we had sex, I’d still want to stay to keep having sex. There was no bit of new information that would make the decision easy, so I went into the date not looking for answers, but just to get laid. I had to crush it, at the minimum.

She called me when she was five minutes from my apartment asking if I could come downstairs to help her. I went down and, like usual, she was dressed up. Heels, short dress, and so on. She handed me the cake and we walked upstairs into my apartment. Once in the kitchen, I opened a bottle of red wine and poured two glasses.

After a couple sips, I said, “Do you want to have sex before dinner or after?” I put my arms around her and rested my hands on her ass. She looked at me for a few seconds before giving her answer.

(to be continued)

fucking cliff hanger man....

Would you guys be mad if I keep you hanging until tomorrow? It's 2:30am here and hard to write clearly. I don't want to rush what is an important part of the story.

Do whatever you gotta do mate, anyone sitting around waiting to live vicariously through you needs to get off their ass and get some life shit done anyway.

(09-05-2013 06:13 PM)Roosh Wrote:  She looked at me for a few seconds before giving her answer.

-I just want to be friends

Get some rest. I think we can wait.

I subscribed to this post just to find out what happens in the final episode of Roosh's forumnovela.

Roosh you should take your time writing and not exhaust yourself.

We already really know the variables in place because of your careful and accurate description.

"The battle is won before it is engaged" – Sun Tzu.