DAY 85 - 15/11/2014
POZNAN: DAY 8 NightGame Report
Started off the night by contacting Shikulu - he was out with a friend that had come to Poznan from Berlin with him and he invited me to join them at Stary Rynek for a drink. He mentioned having met a really cute brunette from daygame at Stary Browar and was planning on meeting her later for drinks that night - good on him for moving fast. I find them on the square already having opened a two-set. We chat with them before bidding our goodbyes and heading over to a corner pub. We barely start getting in before Shikulu spots a girl standing outside smoking and opens her before either he or my friend notice her. We watch him and do the inital get-to-know-you chat before he comes back to us - no dice. We walk inside the corner pub and it's packed with people - a good number of whom I can obviously tell are foreigners.
Before I even look around I can see both of them have opened separate groups - and here I was thinking we'd just get drinks together and chat about our recent stories

I watch, somewhat bemused, as they go from group to group opening - I'm really not a bar/pub type of guy, and after the marathon banging from last night, sex isn't really forefront in my mind at this point, to be honest. After a few minutes and after grabbing beers for the three of us, I notice a three-set of hot chicks and point them out to the other two - Shikulu suggests I go open them. I head over but as I get there I can realize they're chatting intently with each other and not likely to be open to approaches. I cast around for another target and find one - a redhead sitting by herself at the bar. I switch targets and head over to her to open - but the response isn't that enthusiatic. Shikulu comes over and opens her as well, but he doesn't seem to get much of a better reaction. I step away to try and find a washroom, and when I come back Shikulu and his friend have tried to open the three-set I had earlier pointed out - again, with no seeming success. We eventually decide to head out and pick up free entry tickets that Shikulu was able to get from a promoter for Czekolada.
We start heading over and make it to the south side of the square - until Shikulu notices a two-set and heads over to open them. Shikulu's friend and I watch for a few minutes and then head over to chat them up - one of them is fully Polish but whom I don't really find that attractive, and a half-Polish, half-Chinese 7 whom I actually find kind of interesting. Shikulu excuses himself to call the promoter, and I chat with the half-Chinese girl while his friend talks to the Polish girl. Shikulu pulls me aside for a moment and says that he's secured a double-date with the earlier brunette and a friend of hers - he says that he and his friend are going over there and that we'll keep in touch for the rest of the night if things end up not panning out over there. We shake hands goodbye and go our separate ways. It's roughly 10:20pm at this point - my plan for further on this night is to head to Czekolada around 11pm and see what I can gin up for myself.
I'm hungry and cold, so I go get some fast food at one of the nearby vendors and go to my apartment to warm up. When I get to my door, my phone rings - once I get inside I look at it. I have a new match on Tinder (my phone has no data but I have Wi-Fi at my apartment.) I look at the match - her pictures are actually pretty smokin'. I message her my initial "you look like you speak really good English" opener and I get a response back - after a couple message cycles I tell her that I'm going to be at Czekolada and she should meet me there. She says she's in a hostel visiting for the weekend from Warsaw and that she doesn't know the city. I ask her to send me the address of the hostel - it's on Ulitsa Mielzynskiego, about 10 minutes west of me. I offer to walk over and pick her up, which she accepts. She asks if she can bring along her friends, and if I'm okay with that. I ponder for a bit, and eventually accept - if I end up not liking her I can use her as a social "in" to any of her hotter friends. She accepts and sends me her phone number so I can contact her once I'm there. I text Shikulu to tell him that if he needs an open that I'll have the girls at Czekolada.
I walk over there and meet up with her outside the front door - unfortunately, she's not as good-looking as she is in her photos. Mostly only because her hair is done up now but wasn't in her Tinder profile pic though. Still pretty thin like most Polish girls. We wait for about 5 or so minutes for her friends to come down in ones and twoes - by the end I have a group of something like 5-7 Polish girls with me. I make a joke about how there will be many Polish guys jealous at seeing a foreigner walking around with so many Polish beauties. They all laugh kind-heartedly, and the girl I matched with mentioned that all but one of them is Polish - she points out that one of them is actually Ukrainian. My interest is immediately piqued at the prospect of getting another flag.
I'll mention a quick descriptor of this girl (the Ukrainian one) - she was very pretty, but not in the obvious runway-model look. She had more of the wholesome, girl-next-doorsy look. She had a vaguely Mediterranean look that suggested she could have been Jewish. (There was an Orthodox Jewish girl I knew tangentially who was a close friend of my ex-girlfriend who looked very similar to her.) I set off with the group of girls in tow behind me - but it quickly turns out they want to go to another pub close by (apparently they were all psychology students at a university in Warsaw and were having some sort of class celebration there.) I figure I might as well go along with the ride, so we change plans and head over there. Once we're there, I manoeuver myself beside the Ukrainian girl so that we're giving our coats to the coatcheck at the same time, and off-handedly suggest we grab drinks together. She accepts, and we head over. I end up paying for mine and hers accidentally (I gave him a larger bill than I had anticipated and he, evidentally, thought I was paying for her drink since that seems to be the expectation here), but she immediately tells me (with a smile on her face) that she'll pay for the second round.
We chat for what feels something like 15-20 minutes about ourselves, our travel stories (I made her laugh really hard with some of the stories from my Cancun Spring Break trip with friends this past February) and generally just get to know each other better. She's asking me back lots of personal questions and initiating conversation when I let it trail off, so I'm thinking that I'm doing pretty well. Once we finish our drinks I suggest we hit the dancefloor, and she accepts. On the way I try to go for the handhold, but she pulls her hand away from me. Once we're on the dancefloor, she's smiling at me but gets increasingly robotic-like, styming my attempts to dance-escalate. She eventually excuses herself to go to the washroom.
I look around and see another one of the hot girls that was in our group to this pub and I try to open her on the dancefloor. She smiles and shakes her finger at me, saying she would probably need a couple more drinks before dancing with a guy. I suggest grabbing a drink together and she accepts, but one of her friends follows us to the bar. I pay for us both again and she gives me half of the bill in return. I banter with her for a bit before asking if she's single and she says "it's complicated." Shortly thereafter, she pulls me back to the dancefloor and tells me that one of the guys in this group (there's something like 50-75 students here from the same group) is going to lead us all in a group dance. I decline and stand off to the side bemused as I watch this guy dressed in (I shit you not) a dirty wifebeater and jean suspenders lead them in some corny dance moves. I really pity Polish girls if this is what they have to deal with for the local men. Then again, it does make me look way better by comparison.
I look down at my phone and Shikulu has sent me a text - he's at SQ with his friend. I surmise that their double-date, therefore, didn't end in their hotel room as planned.
After a few minutes I see the Ukrainian girl walking off towards the bar area. I follow her and playfully tell her she still owes me that round of drinks. She laughs and we go off to get our second round - which she pays for. We then head over to the couches. I try to manoeuvre myself to sit next to her on the sofa but she beelines for the nearby chair - again, another red flag. I ask and as it turns out she has a boyfriend, who apparently is Dutch. At this point I'm actually really just enjoying talking to her regardless of trying to pick her up or not, so I indulge her attempts at conversation. We ended up for a long time on the topic of dating culture, and I gave her my "Canadian-girls-are-shit-Eastern-European-girls-are-awesome" speech laced with a liberal helping of "Polish-girls-are-insanely-more-attractive-then-Polish-guys" spice. She laughs and says that the disparity between Ukrainian men and Ukrainian women is even huger than here in Poland. I wonder for the life of me what that would look like. She mentions how there are so many beautiful girls in Ukraine that if she were to go to a club she would be completely ignored. I tell her that if she were in Toronto she'd stop traffic and cause car accidents (only half-joking.) She thinks this is hilarious and refuses to believe me.
At around 2:00am she says she is wanting to leave and go back to the hostel but doesn't know the way back. I'm wanting to leave myself so I graciously offer, like a gentleman, to walk her back. At this point I've truly discounted trying to bang her, so I just want to make sure she can get back OK. She's grateful and accepts. Incidentally, the girl I matched with on Tinder comes over and wants to leave as well, so the three of us grab our coats and head out. As we're stepping out we dodge two groups of angry drunk Polish guys looking like they're about to get in a fight. I ask my Tinder match if the stereotype that Polish girls prefer foreigners to Polish guys is true. She sighs and says something to the effect of (whilst motioning to the two groups of guys, who are by now beating the shit out of each other) "yeah, but you can't really blame us, can you?"
I drop them off, and walk back to my apartment. I get back at about 2:30am. By 2:45 I'm in bed.
My phone rings. It's Shikulu. He wants to meet at Cuba Libre. I'm not really tired enough at this point to say no, so I decide to throw my clothes back on and head there (it's just around the corner in any case.)
I get there first and wait a few minutes for them. Once they arrive Shikulu gives me the laydown on his night's events. After the double-date where the girls didn't end up going to their hotel room, they went to SQ to try and score there. By his recounting, he and his friend managed to get to makeouts with five girls (I don't know how many specifically for Shikulu or his friend) but weren't able to pull. As previously discussed, they're trying to see if they can pull anything as a last resort. I bid them good luck and follow them around as they make multiple approaches only to get shot down. I don't know if I've made this clear enough before, but I really,
really despise this club.

After about 30 minutes of subjecting ourselves to such masochism, we decide to head back to our respective places. I shake Shikulu and his friend's hand goodbye and promise to keep in touch.
HSLD