Post: #626

Hmm usually I'm very tired after a bang. On the other hand I'd be more inclined to post the story faster if I got the bang. So I am left without a guess.

Well played...

Post: #627

After the sex it turns out she wasn't the girl you expected. You never know her true nature until after it happens.

Thats my bet. Hope it's wrong.

Post: #628

“I want to have sex before and after dinner,” she replied.

Withholding my excitement, I began kissing and squeezing her body. I had a boner for half the day so I was worried it wouldn’t take me much to explode.

“Did I give you the tour of my apartment?” I asked.

“No, I don’t think you did,” she said sarcastically.

I picked her up in my arms and walked slowly through the hallway, to prove to her that I was strong and could carry her. We passed the living room then entered my room.

We stood next to me bed, kissing each other. I removed her dress over her head, frustrated to find a slip underneath. I removed that as well, and she stood before me in matching blue bra and panties. “My turn,” she said. She removed my shirt and undid my jeans. I reached to her back and unstrapped her bra with one hand, which seemed to impress her. I pushed her onto the bed and got on top of her, pressing my dick against her crotch. Her eyes closed and I removed her panties and then my boxers. “You have to use…”

“A condom,” I interrupted. I reached for a condom in my drawer and put it on.

Ukrainian girls are usually lackluster in bed, but her performance matched her personality. We fucked in at least five different positions and she moaned throughout, gyrating her hips to my rhythm. She also massaged my balls, a move I enjoyed.

The ultimate test of whether she was the ideal girl for me was when I sensed my nut on the horizon and put her stomach down to penetrate from behind. I like the sound a thick ass makes against my body when I hump in this position. Her ass was, almost miraculous for her petite size, a robust thickness. The orgasm was so pleasurable I felt like I was going to black out.

Afterwards I lay on my back, trying to catch my breath, and she put her head on my chest.

I was happy.

(to be continued)

Post: #629

Post 9669 - surely it must be a sign of some sort.

Post: #630

(09-06-2013 02:43 AM)Roosh Wrote:  “I want to have sex before and after dinner,” she replied.

Withholding my excitement, I began kissing and squeezing her body. I had a boner for half the day so I was worried it wouldn’t take me much to explode.

“Did I give you the tour of my apartment?” I asked.

“No, I don’t think you did,” she said sarcastically.

I picked her up in my arms and walked slowly through the hallway, to prove to her that I was strong and could carry her. We passed the living room then entered my room.

We stood next to me bed, kissing each other. I removed her dress over her head, frustrated to find a slip underneath. I removed that as well, and she stood before me in matching blue bra and panties. “My turn,” she said. She removed my shirt and undid my jeans. I reached to her back and unstrapped her bra with one hand, which seemed to impress her. I pushed her onto the bed and got on top of her, pressing my dick against her crotch. Her eyes closed and I removed her panties and then my boxers. “You have to use…”

“A condom,” I interrupted. I reached for a condom in my drawer and put it on.

Ukrainian girls are usually lackluster in bed, but her performance matched her personality. We fucked in at least five different positions and she moaned throughout, gyrating her hips to my rhythm. She also massaged my balls, a move I enjoyed.

The ultimate test of whether she was the ideal girl for me was when I sensed my nut on the horizon and put her stomach down to penetrate from behind. I like the sound a thick ass makes against my body when I hump in this position. Her ass was, almost miraculous for her petite size, a robust thickness. The orgasm was so pleasurable I felt like I was going to black out.

Afterwards I lay on my back, trying to catch my breath, and she put her head on my chest.

I was happy.

(to be continued)

Post: #631

(09-05-2013 12:59 PM)MaleDefined Wrote:  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.

Most guys on this forum are pursuing a different lifestyle: work for yourself, and not location dependant. The goal of this is freedom. Freedom to choose not to make plans. And I think one big part of this is to have the possibility to stop, somewhere in the world, when you meet a girl like this. I know I did...

Post: #632

(09-06-2013 06:40 AM)LÉtranger Wrote:  Most guys on this forum are pursuing a different lifestyle: work for yourself, and not location dependant. The goal of this is freedom. Freedom to choose not to make plans. And I think one big part of this is to have the possibility to stop, somewhere in the world, when you meet a girl like this. I know I did...

Yes, this is exactly what I'm doing. Where did you find a girl like this L'Étranger, if I may ask?

Post: #633

After my orgasm it was honesty time. I could now think clearly and know if I just wanted to fuck her or if I really wanted her. I looked carefully at her face, her hair, and her body. Her beauty did not decline in my mind. She still looked the same as when I first saw her in the bar.

I slipped on a pair of shorts and gave her a white t-shirt. Back in the kitchen I put on some music and began cooking. She begged me to help but I told her to just sit down and relax. This was hard for her to do since she has too much energy. She hopped around the kitchen, dancing to the music, telling me stories of her friends. She was on standby to wash any utensil I used, but she was washing things I still needed so I told her to stop cleaning. “But I like cleaning!” she said. I knew if we dated, I’d have trouble keeping up with her, but at least my kitchen would be spotless.

My dish was not turning out so well. I was trying to make a white wine sauce with heavy cream but I mistakenly bought fat-free sour cream instead. When I added it to the pan, the white instantly disintegrated into unappealing chunks. Anna took a look at it and frowned. “I think I’ll let you cook next time,” I said.

“Oh no, it’s okay, it looks good,” she said, trying to make me feel better.

There was too much liquid and I had no flour to thicken it up, so I had to wait a while for it to evaporate. I figured that a good use of that time is to have sex again. We went back in my bedroom and this time I weaseled it in without a condom. It’s easy to do with emotional girls, which Anna was, and I tried to block out the thought that if she was doing it with me, she has probably done this with other guys.

The sex was spirited. This little girl was a wildcat, and could take whatever I could give her, preferring it deep and hard, saying “Da, da” when I yanked on her hair. Her pussy was a perfect fit for me—not too tight, not too loose, and with extra lubrication. I went a long time, as if I subconsciously wanted to perform well, and eventually pulled out to cum beside her. She said “Wow” when she saw the volume of my ejaculate.

There was a surreal feeling to what was happening. A gorgeous girl, with an amazing personality, who really liked me, who was dynamite in bed, and who cooked me a goddamn cake. The insecure part of me wondered what I did to deserve this, until the confident part of me chimed in to say “Everything!”

By the time we made it back to the kitchen, my dish was dry and burning. I patched it up by adding more wine. It was edible but probably the worst thing I made in years. I teased her that it was her fault. She ate her tiny portion while I gobbled up the rest.

I thought of what to do next. Should I tell her that I’m planning to go in two days? No, that would be a mistake. I don’t want her to know of this decision I’m facing and for her to realize the turmoil she was causing me. I had to be silent about it.

(to be continued)

Post: #634

In the spirit of cakes...

Post: #635

We got to talking about roommates and she said she once lived with a boyfriend. “He was a sailor, and had to leave for a few months. During that time away I started to compare him to other guys that were talking to me, and realized I didn’t want that. So when he came back I told him that was it and I didn’t want to be his girlfriend anymore.”

This told me two things, neither of them good. First, she had suitors constantly hitting on her, so there would probably never be a moment when I felt she was “mine.” The fact that she was hit on constantly while I was with her, from guys who were completely blind to my presence, told me what I was up against. I’d always have to compete and be on top of my game, never able to rest, when the point of dating Eastern European women is being able to relax and not worry about “relationship game.”

Second, she would have no patience for a guy who didn't give it his all and treat her like a princess. If I did leave the country, I knew I’d be gone at least four months, which she was indirectly telling me was too long. At some point I’d have to leave, the suitors would attack, and her email response times to me would get longer until there was prolonged silence.

She would never be mine, I knew that, but I wanted to be able to just take the relationship to its natural conclusion, to say “Well, I’m kind of tired of fucking her anyway,” and just move on without regrets.

After we ate, she pulled out her cake and cut me a slice. It was just like what I buy in the bakery, with six layers. “This looks hard to make,” I said.

“Yes it took me a long time because of all the levels. You have to wait 15 minutes between each one.”

“How long did it take in total?”

“Three hours.”

“A way to a man’s heart is through his stomach,” I said. She never heard that expression before so I could almost see her noting it down in her head to use in the future.

The cake was delicious. I ate a second piece and thanked her. She then got up and began the dishes. I wanted to tell her to relax, but I shut up that part of my brain up and let her clean up while I watched her, with the bottom of her ass peeking out from my t-shirt. As she finished up, I got behind her and groped her body.

We went back to my room to lay down, but it was getting late and she said she had to wake up early for work. I urged her to stay five more minutes, still surprised she didn’t ask me when I was leaving. It never came up since I met her. I felt like I had to say something.

“I’m not sure when to leave. I like Odessa, and was thinking of going to Poland, but I don’t know. I just have to visit America in December, so I’m free until then. There is a gym nearby I like, so I guess I can stay a little longer. I was thinking of studying Russian again.”

Still nothing. She didn't ask me any questions. Ideally I wanted her to say, “Please Roosh stay in Odessa forever!” But it didn’t come. Maybe she didn’t care, I don’t know.

I then asked her, “If you’re dating a guy, how often do you want to see him?”

“Every day!” she replied.

“Every day? I see.”

“But it doesn’t have to be every day. I don’t want you to think I’m crazy.”

“Don’t worry, do what you want and if I think you are acting crazy I will tell you.”

At no point during our entire seduction did I feel that she was playing a game with me, but several minutes later, she hit me with one.

“Can you get my phone in the kitchen? I need to call a taxi.”

“I’m tired,” I said.

“Please get it!”

“Your legs don’t work anymore? Next thing you will ask me to carry your purse around.” I’ve seen Ukrainian guys do this with their girls. I was considering changing my entire travel plans for her, but no way I would get her phone.

She didn’t get mad, but there was a minute of coolness while she got dressed. She called the taxi and then retrieved her cake plate. My mind was really churning now, thinking, “She’s not coming back again, that’s why she’s getting the plate.”

I escorted her downstairs and the coolness seemed to end. She kissed me with passion and said she had a great time. I slipped her taxi fare ($6) into her bag in spite of her protests, my usual habit with the girls I sleep with. I never wanted them to balk at coming to bang me in the future because of a taxi fare that was insignificant to me.

It seemed that getting the bang was the easy part, but now that it was done, I felt a little aimless, not sure what to do next. More severely, I was feeling on edge when I should have been soaking in a glorious sex afterglow. Where was the anxiety coming from?

I had a good guess: I was set to leave for Poland in 36 hours.

(to be continued)

Post: #636

I have found in my travels living in different countries that having mini relationships that have massive amounts of passion and intensity are the most enjoyable times when I look back. The relationship seems to reach a point of decline around the 2 to 3 month mark and then that is when I use the excuse that I have to leave the country. Usually giving her a reason that is beyond my control so it seems like I am not just running away. This allows me to leave on a positive note and know that if some time in the future I want to come back I might be able to pick up were I left off.

Whatever you decide Roosh I am happy to hear that you landed such a top quality girl.

Post: #637

Go to Poland and forget about Anna for a little while.. from what you've written you have probably pedestalized her too much and she is beginning to sense it, hence why she tested you with the phone thing

Grats on the conquest, now that she sees you as bf material she will continue to throw these tests at you. You landed a 10 (a ferrari), now you have to maintain it, be glad you know how!

Post: #638

Roosh, have you ever been in a long term relationship?

Post: #639

In the past year, I’ve noticed that my decision making process has a loophole. I came to understand that I decide based on two factors: how much pain and pleasure my current experience has, and how strongly my desire for better future experiences are. Ideally, decisions should be made looking into the future, but I’ve been making decision based on avoidance of current difficulty.

The original plan was to stay in Ukraine for six months, studying Russian throughout, but the “pain” of both the language and the sexual slowness of the women had my mind floating to the easy option, Poland. I had come up with other excuses to leave, including bad restaurant service and strangers who don’t smile at me, but that seemed insignificant while my dick air dried from Anna’s vaginal juices, especially since Poland is not exactly the land of smiles. I just wanted easier sex, and was willing to rationalize getting that in any way.

Poland has a lower level of pleasure that exists most times, while Ukraine is long doses of pain followed by incredible dose of pleasure that can surpass what Poland gives. Ukraine is for growth, frustration, and excitement while Poland is for comfort, contentment, and relaxation. I had decided to leave for Poland because I was fatigued from studying Russian, tired of the crappy nightlife, and bored of sleeping with one girl that wasn’t close to my Ukrainian best. And then Anna came along with this injection of pleasure, and all of a sudden the Ukrainian downsides were fading into the background.

My thoughts were too muddled, too impractical. What should be my next step? What was the right thing to do? I went to sleep hoping for some more clarity the next day, my last full day in Ukraine before I was supposed to leave.

(to be continued)

Post: #640

^ this part of your story is true in every single part of life. You can go through the pain in a large dose for a long amount of time to reap extreme rewards (Ukraine it seems). Or you can choose the slower road (Poland).

Part of the life philosophy I post on here, Pain when young when you can endure then extreme success followed by a leveling out.

Depends on your personality, sure you'll make the right decision.

IMHO, which means nothing, you choose Ukraine keep that expense line low and if it falls through you pull the trigger on the last hurdle. Moscow.

Post: #641

I bet Roosh regrets it if he bolts and heads back to Poland. It sounds like he can bed 7's pretty easily there, but a girl like Anna rarely comes along, if ever. Also no offense but it sounds like Roosh has some "male rationalization hamster" going on, with his thoughts of struggling to keep her with "relationship game" and the battle to keep other guys away or "compete" with constant suitors. Isn't that going to be the case when you're dealing with women who are 9+ on the scale any where in the world? That's like talking yourself into only dating 7's because you assume they will be more loyal and less of a challenge, in a way it's kind of a defeatist attitude and setting ones' sights low.

I mean ultimately it boils down to Roosh's decision, if I was in his shoes I would have gone for the notch too, but it is kind of jerking this girl around by getting her to fall really hard for you, only to bolt out of the country a day or two later. If she pulled the same maneuver on you, I'm sure you wouldn't be very stoked. Also, I didn't get the part about her not being able to deal with her ex-boyfriend who was a sailor and gone for 4 months. 4 months is a long as time, we all know that fine women can get dick on the regular and crave sex and companionship just like we do, I would never expect a woman to wait for me that long unless we were married.

In the end though if Roosh doesn't want to settle down and have a serious long term relationship, then he might as well take off, because there would be no point in fucking around and staying for a couple extra months if he knows in the long term he won't be down to "make it work." I've become very pessimistic, but there may still be a chance that there is "the one" out there. Either way, after slugging through the trenches finding pebbles, if I came across a diamond, I'd want to hold on to it and keep it, instead of going back to work only to get sub par results.

Post: #642

@OGNorCal707 - You had me until this part...

(09-06-2013 09:43 PM)OGNorCal707 Wrote:  In the end though if Roosh doesn't want to settle down and have a serious long term relationship, then he might as well take off, because there would be no point in fucking around and staying for a couple extra months if he knows in the long term he won't be down to "make it work."

I don't think Roosh has to want a serious long term relationship at all for a reason to stay. How about the fact he has a hot girl who he enjoys spending time with. Seems like enough reason to stay for a bit longer to me. No need to make major life decisions about a long term relationship.

Post: #643

(09-06-2013 12:16 PM)NomadofEU Wrote:  Go to Poland and forget about Anna for a little while.. from what you've written you have probably pedestalized her too much and she is beginning to sense it, hence why she tested you with the phone thing

Grats on the conquest, now that she sees you as bf material she will continue to throw these tests at you. You landed a 10 (a ferrari), now you have to maintain it, be glad you know how!

I'm sorry to burst your bubble NomadofEU but there is no such thing as a 10. All women have their imperfections. As Roosh said earlier she was an 8.5 for him.

Post: #644

THis is literally me at the end of every trip. If I know I am going somewhere new I now get in the habit of not going out or trying not to interact with girls so I don't have to put myself through the heartache of deciding if I am doing the right thing or not.
I blew £700 last year changing my plans and missing flights. All I know is that you will always wonder what if no matter if you stay or go.

Post: #645

I woke up after only five hours, unable to go back to sleep. I fantasized about boning Anna for a few minutes then started thinking about what I should do.

Any decision I was about to be make had to be based on the assumption that I would never see Anna again. Too many times I have been disappointed by women, disrespected by them, flaked by them. In spite of the fact that Anna did seem to genuinely like me, I’d be a fool to depend on her to come through in any way, no matter what she has said and no matter how many layers her cake had. I had to assume the worst, and ask myself what I would do if I stayed and she disappeared.

I’d study Russian.
I’d approach girls every day.
I’d keep up my gym routine.

I started to investigate my options. I called the airline and they said I could change my flight for a nominal fee. I called my landlord and she said I could stay. The Polish apartment company said I could use my deposit for a future stay. Logistically, I could stay an extra month without a hit to my budget. The path was open.

It has been said that smarter people make better decisions, but I believe smarter people make better rationalizations. Looking back on all my big decisions, which I thought I made with logic, I actually used emotion. The logic was just there to give the veneer of making the better choice. I now understand I’m using emotion when I make a list of logical reasons for doing something, since my mind already decided what it wants well before I knew it consciously. For this decision I had to forget about logic. And so it was very easy.

There was no guarantee anything would come out of me and Anna, but I looked forward more to the mere possibility of seeing her again than going back to Poland. While this made me nervous, it was a truth I couldn’t deny. I didn’t care how badly this would end for me, as long as I could say I gave it my all with her in my hunt for pleasure and happiness.

That afternoon I opened my Russian notebook, scanned the work I did three weeks before, and began studying. Midway through I received a text from Anna. She wrote “good morning” five times, followed by four smiley faces.

fin

Post: #646

The right decision was made. Congrats sir, enjoy Anna. Or should I say...Maladietz!

Post: #647

Awesome!

This story sounds almost too good to be true, like a "fifty shades of grey" for men aka "fifty shades of pink" ^^

Post: #648

Hello everyone! Being that it's my first post, I would like to introduce myself since we apparently all have something in common - sweet Ukrainian Tang. I'm a 30 year old white merican male from Kentucky with some experience in the place, and looking for some friends to wing with when I'm in the country.

I've always have had an interest in Ukrainian/Russian women due to them being so heavily advertised to us on the internets, and at the age of 27, I decided to fly over to Odessa to meet an 18 year old bombshell that I met on anastasiadate.com. Yes, I am now fully aware about the scam that is Anastasia Date, however, I was introduced to the real girl and we ended up dating for two years. Just as an FYI, by the third date, I was invited over for dinner (Kristina made sure I brought desert and juice) and I was introduced to her entire family, grandparents and all. It took me five dates to hit it within a two week period - it was worth the wait.

Evidentially, Anastasia is full of older losers, so if a young somewhat attractive successful guy comes along, the site does work even though your not talking to the real girl until you meet her face to face. Every gorgeous girl on there is looking for security to build a nest in, so if you don't have it, don't even try.

Yes, she was a young girl and there were definitely some maturity differences, not to mention cultural, but with a dark complexion, blue eyes, dark brown hair and huge boobs, I chalked it up to my grandparents being 10 years apart and decided not to care what others back in States thought about our relationship. Also, since I know how my mind works, and in need to get over my ex-girlfriend back in Kentucky, who I thought was perfect, I had to get my hands on at least a 9 for my wounds to heal - I picked what I thought was the most attractive woman in Anastasia's binders full of women regardless of her age and it worked, I got over my ex.

So, it's two years later, and my 5th trip over to Ukraine. This time I'm visiting her in Kyiv and we meet at the Beer House in Arena. We sit down for dinner and she throws a nuclear bomb on our relationship. Her life long dream of getting famous is starting to show some signs of coming true - evidentially, it's easier in Ukraine to become famous than it is in the States. She was recruited to be on several 1+1 dating shows with guys that she admittedly thought were ugly (thought that was kind of funny.) With the beauty to catch the attention of producers, and majoring in acting and communication at the University (the reason she moved to Kyiv), what I thought could be a slim chance of her actually making it and destroying our relationship was coming true. She no longer wanted to move to the United States.

"There's no way that I could ever become famous in the States," she says.

"There's a Ukrainian girl in movies there. You know, the girl in the movie with Justin Timberlake," I replied.

"Yes, she has two Ukrainian parents, but she was born and raised in the US," she says.

"Well..." I couldn't come up with anything else since she has the Ukrainian accent and all

"Would you ever consider moving here?," she asks.

"No, I can't leave my company back in the States. Ukraine is a fun place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live here." said jokingly while trying to break the awkwardness.

"You know, corruption and all," trying to perswade her otherwise.

Whelp, that was pretty much it. I walked back to my apartment alone, however, I wasn't ready to go home - I had an Eastern Euro fetish to feed.

I was paying per week on my apartment, so I decided just to lay around for the next couple of days, lick my wounds and then move into a hostel to get around out of town girls and meet some new friends, and it paid off. Now this was all taking place towards the end of December last year, so the hostel really started to pick up since it was winter break.

1) Within the first couple of days, I got a 6.5 Russian girl from Moscow drunk and in the hostel shower.

2) A couple of days later, a 7 Ukrainian girl I met dancing (if you can dance, they love it - especially like Michael Jackson ahah)) at Vodka Bar and did her in another American guy's apartment kitchen while her friend was in bed with the American dude I just met.

3) I met some girl from Portugal with huge boobs who's father was a diplomat in the Beer House at Arena while two other American's I didn't know were trying their best to pour salt on my game. They even confronted me saying "Hey, my buddy was talking to her first" lol and it went so far that we had to ask the girl who she wanted to talk to. She didn't reply, but I knew the answer was me.

A couple of days later and on USA Christmas Eve, I decided to go back the Beer House for a steak and some wine to help get over missing Christmas with my family and Kristina - the place was dead. I even went so far to call the hottest prostitute I could find online. I call a girl with huge knockers and she didn't speak english. I called another and she said loudly, "800!!! and apartment or hotel?" I said we will have to get a hotel room. Meet me at Arena Beer House." I show the bartender a naked picture of the prostitute I just ordered and he laughs and says, "Be very careful." I ask, "why, what could happen?" He replied, "anything my friend."

I get board and with a buzz, I decided that it would be funny to go up to the hot hostess and show her a nude picture of the girl I just ordered and ask her if she thinks she pretty ahah I walk up and she's talking to this male waiter and with the nude photo enlarged on my iPhone, I raise it forward and to her eye level and ask if she thought she was pretty. She looks at me with disgust and says, "you crazy man. you crazy crazy man." The male waiter is looking at me as if he wanted to rip my head off, but couldn't do a thing due to him being at work haha I then go back and eat on my steak a bit more.

Almost done with my steak, the Portugal girl walks in with her friend and with a big smile on her face runs up and gives me a hug. I look at the waiter and mouth, "it's not the prostitute." She catches me and asks what I was saying. I gave in and told her that I was said that I was spending Christmas alone and without my family and it's the first time I've ever order a hooker (which is true besides in Amsterdam). She says, "Well, we're here" and goes on to order shots as if she could care less and paid for them.

To make a long story short, we get really really drunk, get drunker at a pub, get even drunker singing and motorboating her large tits with her shirt halfway buttoned down at a karaoke bar near the Avalon Club. She mentions that when a male and a female like each other, they undersss ahah She pays for a taxi and with her limited Russian and connections, she orders a apartment for the night and we bang. She also paid the $50 for the apartment ahaha Her friend was right outside the door, but I wasn't really all that attracted to her.

4) I was staying at cozy hostel called dream hostel and they owned another hostel that is a bit of a party place called dream house with a bar. I go over there one night, meet another american and we end up at Vodka Bar. We start hitting on two Russian chicks, my girl makes out with me nonstop all night long (even having to pay the bartender while my mouth is open kissing the 8 Russian girl.)

With my new american friend and the two russian girls, we go outside and get in cab. I say the cheapest hotel around and the girls laugh at the two americans asking for a cheap hotel. The taxi driver drives for 20 minutes, however, when we wake up the next morning, the hotel is just around the corner from Voka Bar where we were ahaha. Anyway, we get the hotel room and they both undress as if it's no big deal. My buddy starts going to town porno style and I begin to get pissed off at the sound of slapping balls and his naked ass in the corner of my eye - no orgasm for me that night. Sucks because she was really hot, and had big boobs, but her nipples were a bit puffy and that was also a bit of a turnoff.

A solid wingman from San Fransico comes books a room at my hostel and we decide one night to get drunk and go to the strip club to check out hot ukrainian strippers. Dude was cool, so the girls really liked us. We went and hung out in the back in this enclosed room on this circular couch with a couple of strippers. I went for the easy target, the 30 yr old manager, but my buddy was talking to this hot 19 year old stripper. Anyway, we get drunk and he gets her number. I strike out with the 30 yr manager and it probably was a good thing.

He texts the stripper and he she responds! He tells her to meet us at the lounge area at shooters. By the time she gets there, we have 4 other girls at our table and she brings along a 7.5 friend. We ask all the girls if they would like to come with us to get a table at Avolon and they all said yes. It was so funny. We had to call for a van and we completely filled the entire van up with girls (I have a video of this.) We order a bottle of Jameson whiskey and we end up kicking it with the stripper and her friend. We ignored the others and they eventually walked off. We dance all night long, we meet another Ukraianian guy with his girlfriend, go back to their place, everyone bangs including me in the enclosed small patio with two chairs pointing towards each other after I asked her to come out while I smoke.

Looks like there are some others within this forum that clean up pretty well in Ukraine, I thought I would say hello. I am honestly looking for another relationship with a beautiful Ukrainian girl, but until then...

Roosh, quick question... Why did you choose Odessa? I'll admit it.. My 2nd night (first real night out) and a day before my first date with Kristina, I had my arms locked up behind me and robbed. Good thing I took precautions.. they just got away with $100 US. Also, congrats on the girl! They really are worth all the trouble, as you can see!

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Post: #649

@cbstogner

Good stories though I have a hard time believing some of them, especially since you seem to go out with random wing-man and end-up in their places and "banging" with strangers around you: ""My buddy starts going to town porno style and I begin to get pissed off at the sound of slapping balls and his naked ass in the corner of my eye - no orgasm for me that night."

What's your level of Russian fluency? Also, do you run any game besides "hostel game"? Which clubs do you like the best there and do you do any day game?
Notwithstanding what Slubu has reported on UA I agree more with Rooshs' observation in his latest video and that is that UA is extremely hard for ONS so you must have A+ game to do so well. From personal experience I found that dating is almost a must to get anywhere.

Post: #650

Well, here's a pic of me and Russian girl that you specifically asked about.