Post: #551

Quote: Roosh wrote:Yeah all my bangs came from day game this time around. Bang usually went down on second date.

Excellent true reporting Roosh and Slubu ........., kinda validates my results as on a two- three day trip I get a bang in about 1 in 4 trips here in US, granted my game keeps on evolving but to see the best of the best getting the same results I am in the same boat.

Looking back my bangs come from date 2 onwards as well.

Once again thanks for honest and entertaining reporting.

Post: #552

Odessa (arkadia) is the place to party in ukraine. All my bangs came from nightlife there, including ons. I just came back from a 1 month tour around Crimea and I thought it would be crazy, but its nothing compared to Odessa. I didnt even have to envisage daygame.

On slubu. I had my first 3some in kiev few years ago. 2 girls outside a metro station, smoking. I put a cigarette in my mouth and walk up to them without saying a word. They laugh (at my over confidence) and we exchange numbers. We met later that night, had drinks and that was pretty much it. But the funniest thing is in the morning they gave me some money to go buy food and drinks at the produkti and come back for more. I was so much exhausted I just went straight home and had to close my cellphone because they kept calling me ahah.

On deb. I know him, hes just a tall goodlooking natural cool guy in ukraine. No idea why everybody is obsessed over his words. I mean if your head is not shaped like a potato in ukraine, girls already know you are foreigner and you can score big points with some of them already. He then gets results because he is very direct. Indirect game in EE is shooting yourself in the foot.



That is directly connected to hunger. I remember reading about an essay from a modern writer about masculinity vs feminity in a couple. Basically very feminine girls will bond with very masculine guys. And a bitchy masculine girl will be with the beta boy. You can actually observe that in real life all the time. Well thats the biggest mistake news guys make in EE, because girls are so feminine, its easy to think we can lay low and be sweet, when sometimes its the contrary. Be firm, dont such emotions, act more talk less.

I visited Crimea thinking it would be tourist fckfest, but it ended up being much more a sightseeing trip. In the last 3 nights, because I knew was leaving, I made an hat-trick and doubled my notches over the month.

bonus = http://www.tiikoni.com/tis/view/?id=d50a092

Post: #553

I have to agree in regards to the masculinity in EE as well, I've noticed the less I care and start being more direct surprisingly I get better reactions from the girls here.
I just love it over here.

Post: #554

Roosh, I have a question on your first and second visit to Ukraine.

You mentioned that you all of your lays came from day game during this visit. But, when you were in Kharkiv, you wrote about day game opportunities were scarce and that street game was the only viable option, which came with a painfully low sucess rate.

Would it be safe to say that, in the day, girls in Odessa are more open in comparison? And, were you only doing street game like you were in Kharkiv?

Post: #555

So it appears the story is not yet over from this weekend. I will have a sizable update soon.

Quote:You mentioned that you all of your lays came from day game during this visit. But, when you were in Kharkiv, you wrote about day game opportunities were scarce and that street game was the only viable option, which came with a painfully low sucess rate.

Would it be safe to say that, in the day, girls in Odessa are more open in comparison? And, were you only doing street game like you were in Kharkiv?

I made a stronger effort to day game in Odessa and my Russian was higher, which was essential to my increased results (most day approaches I did were in all Russian). If I went back to Kharkiv tomorrow, I think I would do much better.

Post: #556

Did Roosh get the Bang?

Get your predictions on the record now before he post the update.

My prediction............ No bang but an epic story of how he got oh so close again.

Post: #557

continued

One-night stand failure or not, it was still worth pursing Anna before I left because of the two day window between her period ending and me leaving. My plan was to squeeze in one early date to put in face time, then go for the gold the day it ended.

I considered my options on how and when to contact her. Since the fire was so hot, and she was so affectionate with me, I decided to contact her the next day. 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.

On Monday I went about my day. I did some light writing and then went to the gym. It was crowded because of Odessa’s national holiday and I had to wait a long time for the bench press. I went home, ate, took a shower, and then called Anna. Without her having acknowledged my text, I wasn’t expecting her to answer, and sure enough she didn’t. In the vacuum filled by her indifference, I decided to text the girl I brought to my bed on Friday, Marina, who I remembered firmly telling me we could only be friends. She replied quickly, but when I went for the date, she offered no response.

That night I was at home staring at a silent phone. I had nothing to show for my hard work from the weekend, 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. After rationalizing to myself that I was just doing a “game experiment,” I sent both girls the same text: “What happened… you already forgot all the good things about me?”

I wasn’t expecting anything from it, but Anna instantly called me.

“Hello,“ she said. “I’m sorry, I’ve been really sad the past day.”

“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’m sorry, I think too much sometimes. What are you doing?”

“I’m relaxing at home. What time do you get off work?” We made plans to meet later that evening to go for a drink. She seemed quite eager.

Marina also texted me, saying she didn’t think there was a point in us meeting since I would leave soon. Usually I’d try to keep it going, but since Anna came through, I didn’t even bother to reply. She was an inferior prospect in every way, and wanted me to beg her just to meet for a pizza.

I wasn’t sure what to expect with Anna, but I was pleased she came through. The clouds around me lifted, and I knew I was in deep trouble if a girl could affect me so.

(to be continued)

Post: #558

Great story telling Roosh, really digging these posts, also appreciate the details and honesty as always.

Post: #559

Just a few lines from Zaporojie. It s a great place. Girls are really impressive (IMO better than Kiev), amazingly approachable and nice nice nice. As a refined foreigner dressed with style, you are a rarety and you are literally eye-fucked everywhere you go. I mean eye-fucked by girls and women of James Bond girls level. In Rozmarine and Aristokrat, the two "in" cafes in town, it takes all your willpower to not drool on your shirt. But what strickes me the most is how nice are the devushki here. In fact, I find all people here genuinly nice and honest. Taxis never try to overcharge you, service in restaurants and cafes is awesome, ect.

Also, prices are a steal. A three courses dinner for two with many drinks costs only 20€, the apartment I rent (a nice 50 square meters in the center) costs only 22€/day, a mojito in the most trendy cafes costs only 3€, a Corona in the best club only 2€, ect.

About girls, of course I know that many guys here have had completely opposite and often negative experiences in provincial Ukraine, but i guess that the reason is that if you come purely for sex with no intention of offering anything in return like emotional and intellectual connection, women you ll meet will sense it immediatly and will write you off. But be cool and calm, show some cultural knowledge/understanding, be nice and refined, don t see things solely from a "what can i get from her" perspective, and it s adventures with amazingly sweet, nice and hot girls guaranteed.

Post: #560

(09-04-2013 07:50 AM)Prosal Wrote:  But be cool and calm, show some cultural knowledge/understanding, be nice and refined, don t see things solely from a "what can i get from her" perspective, and it s adventures with amazingly sweet, nice and hot girls guaranteed.

I think that is basically what you need to connect to FSU girls.

Post: #561

For the date I dressed casually, in jeans and a light sweater. I sat on a bench near the main fountain waiting for Anna. She arrived dressed like she was going to the club on a Friday night—high heels, tight pants, blouse, and white jacket. Her hair was done in an elaborate style and her nails painted a new color. She greeted me with a hug and kiss. We started walking to the Spanish restaurant.

“I’m not happy with you,” I said.

She put on a sad face. “Why not?”

“I contact you and you don’t respond.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just, I had to think if you were the right man for me or not. I thought about you all Sunday, and I like you a lot, but I’m scared to fall in love, and I didn’t know what to do.” If I didn’t send her the hail mary text, I’m sure I would have never heard from her again.

I noticed her personality upon our first meeting, but it was more clear to me sober. She had a child’s spirit where the smallest thing would open her eyes wide and elicit an emotional response. She alternated between rapid speech and a methodical slowness when she wanted to say something important. She was so infectious and lively, so seemingly happy, she could have read a television manual to me and I’m sure I would have been entertained.

As her positive qualities became apparent, I started to get depressed. She was a potential “dream girl,” a phrase I hate to use because of the value it bestows upon the girl, but which no other phrase is worthy. She had most qualities I wanted in a woman, both physical and emotional. I’ve only met two girls in my life who I would call dream girls, one in Brazil and one in Poland, and upon a deeper glance she was doing better than them.

The sex component was still missing with Anna, so I did my best to bury my positive thoughts about her, but the more she talked, and smiled, and laughed, and touched me, and complimented me, the harder it was. I felt like I was falling, and this made the depression deeper because I was leaving in only four days. I wanted her to do something gross in front of me like eat her boogers so that I could easily write her off, but every extra minute I was with her, the more I enjoyed her company. I was getting sucked in, and there was nothing I could do about it but slump my shoulders, look at her with blank eyes, and curse my luck, both the good and the bad.

We drank sangrias while waiting for my paella (she abstained from eating, like most Ukrainian girls), and discussed our backgrounds. She told me how she feels like she’s capable of much more but doesn’t exactly know how to apply herself. She wants to travel, she wants to see the world, but she feels limited. She’s had some family problems, an ungrateful brother, an aloof father, and to me it seemed like she was ready to create one of her own.

I gave her the brief version of my work and travel history and she was impressed. I told her more specifics about my writing, adding that I also love reading. She said she doesn’t have the attention span for reading, but she liked the Twilight books. I was reminded yet again how a quality I would have despised in an average girl was endearing when coming out of Anna. She could have told me she loved to wait in long lines to buy cupcakes, and it wouldn’t have decreased my attraction for her one bit. It made me believe that all the preferences I list in a woman simply applies to a merely pretty girl. But when the girl is your top ideal, none of that really matters.

At one point we discussed how people get colder as they age. I told her that girls become more and more scared of becoming hurt. “They don’t want to feel pain, but they don’t realize that the man who can cause them pain will also cause pleasure. So by avoiding pain they also avoid pleasure.”

Most girls have a hard time with this concept, stressing that a girl must be careful, but Anna surprised me: “Yes! I completely agree! The person who makes you sad can make you happy.”

This was the first time a girl ever agreed with me on this point. I was happy for a moment, but then I remembered that I could not have this girl for the long-term, and so I’d snap out of the moment and go back to being melancholy, trying not to see her in such a positive light.

(to be continued)

Post: #562

Romantic literature for men. I think I am enjoying it a bit too much.

Post: #563

(09-04-2013 09:29 AM)gadabout Wrote:  Romantic literature for men. I think I am enjoying it a bit too much.

Men are the romantics, not women. So this is not too surprising.

Post: #564

@ 2:25





But seriously, great story. Definitely sucks you in.

But seriously, get to the damn fuckin part! lol

Post: #565

At this point in the story it sounds like she qualifies for a long weekend trip to Poland.

Post: #566

Roosh on the hunt:



   

Post: #567

I'm really surprised about these 'I have my period' incidents. I think these girls may be serious and want to see where you live to decide whether you will be a good provider.

Haven't been in that situation with a Ukraine girl, but girls from other countries who I've met do their best to exhaust the other possibilities if they are just there for entertainment.

Post: #568

^^guess ' i m on my period' is the number 1 cock block for FSU girls.probably fsu guys won't fuck a girl bleeding at all.

Post: #569

I inhaled my dinner and we finished our drinks. I sat next to her and we caressed each other for some time. She said I was a beautiful man, which I’m not sure is praise to me or an insult to Ukrainian men. She gave me other compliments, and with each one I started to feel like a scumbag because I was allowing her to develop feelings for me when I knew I was leaving in four days. I had the choice to feel something for her or not before my leaving, but she didn’t, and I knew that wasn’t fair. Still, I wasn’t going to tell her. I knew she would instantly close up and everything would be over. I suspected that whatever hurt she would feel from my actions, I’d end up feeling the same when I had to reveal the truth.

We talked briefly about her woman problem. She said it would be over in a day or two.

“I want you to come over on Thursday for dinner,” I said. “I will cook.”

“Do you want me to bring anything?”

“Not really. You can bring a cake, if you want.”

“What cake would you like me to make?”

“You’re going to cook it?” I asked.

“Yes. Do you like Napolean cake?”

“Sure. And there is one thing I have to tell you.”

“What?”

“When you come over on Thursday, this is what’s going to happen: we’re going to eat good food, drink good wine, listen to good music, and then I will take you to my room, and we will make love. You have no choice. I don’t care about anything else, but this will happen.”

She kissed me and I rubbed my right hand on her leg, inching up to her vagina. A part of me wanted to give her a tough ultimatum to prove to myself that I wasn’t getting too needy, even if there was a danger she would be turned off. As long as I was less affectionate than her, which I was, I figured I was safe, but I can say that with Anna it felt more unnatural holding back than simply telling her what I was thinking.

Not long after, I asked her what she wanted in life. Did she want marriage, kids, love?

“I want love,” she said.

“And what do I get if I give you my love,” I replied.

“I’ll give it to you twice in return.”

A warm feeling overcame me, one I haven’t felt in a long time. Maybe this is her game, this is her way to trick men into falling for her, and I would end up feeling stupid and humiliated afterwards, but even if it was, I didn’t want her to stop.

I paid the bill and we walked outside to the taxi she called.

“Do you need money for the taxi?” I asked.

“No I’m fine.” Some Ukrainian girls say yes by shrugging their shoulders.

“So I will call you Thursday afternoon.”

“You won’t call me tomorrow?” she said with a sad face.

“You want me to?”

“Yes, why not!”

“Okay I will call you tomorrow at night, after I go to the gym. Maybe you will answer this time.”

She smiled and said, “I will wait for your call.” She gave me a kiss and sauntered off to the cab.

The wind was blowing strong now. I slowly walked home with my head down and arms crossed. I was conflicted. I was creating a scenario where I’d lose either way. Even if I have sex with her, I’d get attached, and probably her to me, and parting would be painful. If I didn’t have sex with her, I’d be bitter that I found such a beautiful girl and couldn’t thrust inside her. Thoughts of forgetting about Poland entered my head, of eating the cost of the flight and completely changing my plans, but I deemed it ridiculous and pushed it back out of my mind. I will go to Poland. There’s no way I could stay in a city just because of a girl, but at the same time I knew it may be a long time until I meet another Anna.

I wondered if I should have sent her the hail mary text. I would have forgotten about her, went to Poland, and enjoyed my time there, but I would have always wondered what could have been. I was determined to take this road wherever it may go, to find out where it ended.

A couple hours later, I received a text message. It was her, telling me she couldn’t sleep because she was thinking of me. “This feels like a fairy tale,” she wrote.

Post: #570

Something is wrong with me...I saw the Ukraine II thread saw Roosh as the most recent post and got excited!!!

Roosh, if I may, sometimes when I am pondering something and I can't decide, the "will I regret it question" always decides it for me. So I totally align with your "I would have always wondered what could have been" statement.

I wish you the very best and thanks so much for sharing.

Post: #571

I would keep the idea open of eating the cost of the plane ticket and giving it another week or two in Ukraine and see how things progress if things go well on Thursday night. Poland isn't going anywhere, but girls like Anna only happen every so often.

Post: #572

Women of Ukraine can have this effect on dudes with game... they bring you right back down to earth with their honesty, vulnerability, and natural feminine beauty/character. I pray to God Ukraine never changes

Post: #573

(09-04-2013 04:54 PM)Roosh Wrote:  I had the choice to feel something for her or not before my leaving, but she didn’t, and I knew that wasn’t fair

Roosh, you torture yourself too much. If you two really like each other, she can still be you girl in 3 weeks, 6 months or 10 years, no matter where you live.

You are so romantic and dramatic, I suspect you have a Russian soul

Post: #574

Hmmm, this story is putting a warm tingly feeling in moe serdtse...

Post: #575

(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