RE: My Travel Journal
Day 23:
I was suppose to have a date with that chick who I fucked up on our date by getting drunk and I suspected she was going to flake and as expected when I texted her earlier today to finalize the meeting location, she gave me some bullshit excuse saying she's not sure she has time anymore and has to study. Chicks really only give you 1 fucking opportunity and if you blow that opportunity despite having good previous interactions, they get rid of you.
I started the day with my usual routine but I also needed to get a haircut. Unfortunately the place near my apartment was closed on a sunday so I hit up the mall to get a haircut there. The girl at the front desk told me to come back in like 1.5 hours so I had some time to kill. I approached some brunette standing near the railings with an indirect opener "where can I find a petshop?" but she said she didn't speak and understand English. I then went down a level and spotted a brunette chick seated by a bench so I sat down and within 30 seconds opened her with the same opener and got "I don't speak English" as well as I made a futile attempt to ramble on despite her objection. I headed back up to the main level and then spotted a slightly older looking chick walking slowly by herself. I was on the other side of the railings so slowly walked ahead of her and switched over to the same side and slowed down my pace, waiting for her to catch up. Once she was within about a meter of me, I turned to the side and opened her with the same opener but all of a sudden I see some polish dude right beside her now who I presume was her bf. Wtf? Where the hell did this guy come from? She says she doesn't know even when I attempt to ramble on and leans into her bf to say something to him in polish. I'm glad I went indirect on this target. I then walked around the mall, looking for my next targets but still feeling quite demotivated and tired. I rested for a bit by the railings and then all of a sudden some tall dude approaches me and asks me if I'm doing pickup and daygame. I'm thinking wtf? How the hell did this guy know I was doing daygame? I'm very low key when I do my approaches and there was plenty of time between approaches for him to not even notice. At first, I kind of question him asking him why is he asking me. Then he mentions that someone showed him a picture of me. I'm thinking wtf! My picture! I then question him and ask him if he's doing daygame and he mentions he's from the roosh v forum. I then kind of say maybe I am lol and we shake hands. I think that was very unprofessional to show my pictures to others without first asking me for permission. I like to keep myself anonymous for obvious reasons and you don't see me going around showing pictures of other forum members who I met to others. To the two forum members who showed my pictures to others, that was not cool and I hope that doesn't happen again and you respect my privacy.
After that introduction was done with the guy, he introduces me to his friend, another roosh v forum member. Both guys are from Italy. We chat a bit and then start daygaming together. Both guys go in and do direct approaches and the second shorter guy seems to be doing a bit better although he still gets a lot of rejections with the "I have a bf" line. It was kind of discouraging watching them get fed that line one after another, only making my approach anxiety even worse. I don't remember if I did an approach or not before my haircut appointment but I soon took off to get my hair cut. When I arrived at the place, I was introduced to my hairstylist, some curvy busty brunette with short hair. She had a cute face like a 6.5 but an amazing rack. I could see her cowskin bra through her white shirt. I started to flirt with her a bit but her English wasn't good. I tried to re-engage her a few times but I guess they don't really do small talk here so I gave up after a while. I got a few smiles and laughs from her and then later tried again to deep dive with her asking her how long she's been doing this for. She tells me since she was 16 years old so then I'm like "so then you've been only doing this for 2 years then." This makes her laugh and smile and she thanks me while telling me she's 26. I then try to find out why she choose this field and she was like "hmm... good question." and just tells me she likes it. I think she asked me like two personal questions like where was I from and how long have I been in Poland for. At one point where she was cutting my hair, she had to lean in because of my height and her breasts were rubbing up against the side of my face. I was thinking "holy shit!". I never had a hair stylist rub her breasts against my face while cutting my hair before lol. Truth be told, she wasn't that good of a hair stylist. My haircut was average at best but the price I paid was a premium. I probably could have tried to flirt with her more but I noticed a ring on her finger but it was on the right side though. I'm not sure if that means anything or not but I didn't really try after that. After I left, I soon caught up with the two Italians. The shorter one immediately says to me "ok, lets see you approach someone." and I immediately zoom in on a blonde walking by and approach her with an indirect opener but she says she doesn't know and leaves as I desperately try to ramble on. The shorter Italian does a few more approaches while the taller one I think did 1-2 more before the shorter one says he has go and bids us farewell. I think the shorter Italian said he managed to get 2 numbers or something, although one of them had a bf.
Now me and the tall Italian walk around the mall intending to approach some more girls. As we are walking by, I notice some girl with a long scarf behind us with her luggage in one hand. I do a double take and then open her. "Hey, that's a very nice scarf you have there. Did you make it yourself?" she just smiles and me and then walks away while my wing looks confused that I suddenly opened my mouth and started rambling on.
Fuck, I'm confused about this fucking city. In like 95% of the cases when all these guys use direct openers they are always fed the "I have a bf line or I'm in a hurry/rush or I don't speak English." When I use indirect openers, most chicks say they don't speak English or end up leaving real soon so wtf am I supposed to do then? Also there's a very large pua presence here which I didn't expect. Most of the chicks you see at the mall or even the main square have been approached at least 1-2 times already. Clubs are full of fucking dudes. You have the regular polish guys, the british/irish/scottish stag party dudes, the spanish, hispanics, italians, turks, arabs, africans, and even a few Asian guys. I don't know what the fuck happened to this city in just one year. I don't remember Krakow being this difficult last year when I came here in June. I was getting eye fucked on the streets constantly and even had a chick deliberately bump into me outside of the club Cien, and went out on a date with an Ukrainian model by my second day here. How the fuck can a city be ruined this quickly in only a year?
I think I fucked up with both cities that I selected for this trip.
After that one final approach, me and the Italian guy left the mall and went back to the rynek. I check my phone and the Armenien dude has sent me a shit of messages on whatsapp. He's like I need to speak to you man, I have an emergency, I need a place to stay for the night. I'm thinking wtf? Didn't he already pay for his hostel already. As we are talking, suddenly some guy is like "hey man." and I turn around. Its the Armenian. He's like "where were you today? I didn't see you.". He continues to ramble on about bullshit but I know what he wants. Me and the Italian agree to meet up later for dinner and try nightgame as he leaves. The Armenian is like let's go to Tetro Cubano and talk. I'm thinking in my head "dude, just get straight to the point of what you want." We go the club and he's continuing to ramble on and on about bullshit and then someone he knows shakes his hand and he starts talking to them. Wtf. I need to get home and do some other shit too. Then I get kind of fed up with him trying to run circles around the main reason he wants to talk to me and I whip out my phone and "oh, you sent me a lot of messages earlier, here let me read them." He's like ya, go read them. I then bring up his situation and he tells me the lamest reasons why he needs a place to stay. He's like I've already paid for this place but its so fucking noisy here (no shit man, you decided to stay a hostel right on top of a nightclub) and then is like he has financial difficulties. He smelled pretty bad and had bad breath too. I couldn't let him stay at my place otherwise the stench would stay in the apartment, plus I don't let people who I'm known for a very short period of time into my private residence where all my money, documents, etc are located at. So I offered to pay for a bed for him at stay at for the night at another hostel but this guy wanted to stay at my place but I refused. He made up some excuse saying he called 4 hostels and they were all booked but I said ok, lets just go to one of them and ask so we went to one but they were fully booked but recommended another one close by. This one still had plenty of room plus it was really quiet there. I paid for his bed plus breakfast for him so that he would have something to eat in the morning but I have to say, he was quite annoying and kept on rambling on about his fucking hostel at Tetro Cubano and his shitty job. I told him to just chill the fuck out and to focus on one thing at a time which is making sure he had a quiet place to stay for the night. I soon left him at the hostel to go back home to shower and rinse my hair from my haircut.
I met up again with the Italian guy and we went to a Italian restaurant full of Italians. Upstairs there was even some old dude who sounded exactly like Marlon Brandon from the Godfather lol. We finished eating and then hit up Tetro Cubano. The place was kind of empty today and both me and my wing had huge approach anxiety. I did open two girls by the bar who had there legs resting on an empty chair. I asked them if they were using the chair or not but couldn't come up with something to say after that. My wing wanted to do dance floor game while I wanted to focus more on verbal game at the bar. He went to the side of the dance floor while I headed up the bar. After spending about an hour there and failing to open a single set, I said screw this and left.
(This post was last modified: 11-27-2016 09:38 PM by destiny.)
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