RE: Project Belgrade Summer '18
You won't believe how this American gamer was able to fondle a girl's tits after approaching while being hunted down by a (former?) wing
Let's get to the good stuff: I opened a 2-set in Belgrade today in one of my new gaming spots that is now on regular rotation-- the set turned into the most surreal and crazy set I've ever done, a set/ instadate that lasted over 6 hours, while being pursued by one of my past wingmen.
I could practically smell the opportunity by the time I was walking down Knez Mikholava. Anyway. It was a day for more park bench game, which is quickly turning into my preferred method of meeting chill girls here.
I see some artistic girls on the park bench, I'm with two serbian wings, and as always, they are generally unwilling to approach. Cigarette game, this shit is the real deal:
"Do you have a lighter?" Yes. "How's ya'lls day going?". And I go from there.
"Where are you from?, etc" Classic Serbian girl questions. I just try to be flippant and a bit extroverted, assuming the persona of what I would call a So-Cal frat bro.
I am again rocking the eurotrash look today, and feel confident as fuck--in addition I've added tall athletic socks, so I feel like I'm from So-Cal as well.
I am doing a fucking great job getting this set open, and as always, as the girls warm up, my Serbian bros jump in. I have no fucking clue as always as to what they're saying.
I am trying to dodge all the normal questions I get, and shoot back questions at them while going on brief monologues. I am also trying to work both girls. But I end up spending more time talking to the girl that actually speaks fluent english.
I'm in the fucking zone, and I'm just trying to keep the conversation as chill as possible, while cold-reading these girls. I cold read them as artistic, and they both were.
I know my wingmen are trying their best to help me, but I get this paranoia that they want to derail this whole damn thing. Anyway, I just try to keep talking and interjecting into the conversation when they're leading it.
These girls are drinking, so the fucking coldness is not there, as soon as you demonstrate you're a chill person with value to add. I like to tease serbian girls for drinking beer. I also like to take about spirits and other so-called hard liquors, because I find it entertaining to find out what women drink. I tell them of my adventures with vinjak at numerous kafanas and how I am a threat to humanity when I have one of those vinjak bottles in front of me.
at this point, I am standing, and they are sitting. I guess I was standing because it feels less intrusive to me, and if I get negative signals from the girls, I can politely eject. (I want to emphasize that I'm trying to be chill and not pushy at all). My friends are on another bench about 50 feet away, so it's a bit confusing logistically for the conversation.
As things warm up, they fucking decide they want to be next to the girls, luckily I've already decided to take a seat and start chainsmoking. The girl i'm already into speaks fluently, the other only understands english but doesn't speak it.
As always, I'm trying to avoid the delicate subjects of business, politics, religion, and trashy pop culture (in particular Serbian low culture, but also american low culture).
We can call this an error on my part, but all things considered I don't think it was: the girls ran out of beer, so when they had to piss, I walked to the traffik with them and bought them a round of beer for less than 2 bucks, and some more smokes.
Conversation is progressing nicely, and since we went to the fucking traffik, I'm now able to sit next to the girl I'm into. Pre-emptively denying my wingmen from sabotaging me by getting next to her.
The girl is really into travel, so I can talk about travel all day long. Strangely enough, I don't usually stay in destinations for short amounts of time, so I usually know more than a casual traveler. I have this girl pegged as a free spirit, partier, traveler type.
Earlier I did a cold read and joked that she was bisexual. Yep, she was. I'm starting to trust my instincts more now.
Do another beer run, and the girl comes along with me (it's hilarious I'm going on beer runs and I'm not even drinking today). Another 2 dollars gone. Coincidentally at this point, i think it's already been 4 hours of gaming. One of my wings excused himself at this point to go work out.
I am making a conscious effort based on forum advise to use kino, or touching to escalate with women. So yeah, I'm making sure I'm touchy in this set. Touching hands, back, shoulder, sides, etc.
The ray bans I'm wearing are fucking great, girls love the things, and I let the girl wear them while I wear hers.
We're pretty deep in conversation at this point, so let's just say it progressed to talking about a lot more personal stuff. I will say that the girl is very possibly a part time model.
This is where I have a problem. My wing is seated next to the other girl, trying to escalate with her. His phone is ringing and it's my other wing who I was supposed to hang out with in the evening. It's already getting dark, and he's apparently pissed. I have no fucking idea how he got my friend's number, but he's mad I haven't called him (this is a recurring theme to serbia, I can call people they don't respond, I don't get mad, but I don't respond to their calls and now they're fucking mad.
I dictate to my friend that I have neither the time, nor the energy, nor the desire for him to hang out with us in the middle of a marathon set. I am handed the phone and he is livid. I tell him I am just trying to get a fucking number, and that it's urgent that I do this, given all the investment in this set.
I am sufficiently away from the girls so they can't hear this conversation. This is such an inconvenience. I am by some cars because I don't like to be in the middle of paths, and I see him before he has a chance of seeing me. I duck behind a car as he is walking by looking for me. I sneak around the car so he can't get a glance at me. As soon as he safely disappears from view, I quickly make my way back to the girls, and take a seat even closer to the girl I was into. The girl could see stress on my face, and I wish I were better at concealing this shit, but the guy looks fucking pissed earlier.
My friend is making out with the other girl, me and the girl I'm with are watching, and she chuckles to me, whispering, that she is basically a lesbian. It's a big tease that he has no clue about yet.
So the conversation goes even deeper, and she's telling me she has cancer, or some sort of benign tumor, and she's telling me where it is. And then, she's telling me to grab her boobs. That's where the tumor is apparently. She's holding my hand with her hand on her fucking breast. Wow!
I think this is a good sign. I feel pretty fucking good about the set at this point, and my wing that has disappeared is now back with another dude who I barely know, and I almost feel livid.
The set is winding down now, and I know that I have to get the number. We start walking, and get to the girl's place. As quickly as I can say it, I say "you seem pretty cool, we should hang out soon. Give me your number." I hold her hands as she puts the number into my phone. Hug close.
Just like that this set is over after something like 6 hours. I'm tremendously proud of this set, and I hope we're able to hang out... This girl seems really cool.
Postscript: I said some outrageous things in this set to provoke reactions and keep the conversation, for example: I called Serbian turbo-folk musician Sasa Matic a Serbian hero and legend, and said he was on par with frank sinatra in terms of musical impact.
The girl was also into knives, which I found amusing. She told me she wasn't carrying her knife today. I told her I had a nice American knife back at my apartment that is apparently illegal to carry on the street because it is too large.
I also pulled out my phone at this point, and showed her some photos of a World War II era hitler youth dagger that some Nazis tried to sell me once, because they heard that I'm into World War II history.
I like to own up to stereotypes sometimes, so I also discussed my love of handguns, and how it is necessary to shoot crazed people on methamphetamines to defend yourself, because they too also have guns in the US.
Also, why the hell to Serbian girls keep guessing I'm British? When I told them I'm American, I felt honored when they guessed I'm from California. I went off on a monologue about how my speech emulates So-Cal speech patterns for some odd reason.
edit: this set was really sexually charged, the girl was revealing a lot of sexual stuff that she's into to me. I will just say that it's some crazy shit that she's into. this is the first and only set I did today.
I also noticed a text later from my former wing saying he was going to hunt me down and that I better run for my life, he said the wolfpack was coming.
(This post was last modified: 06-03-2018 07:20 PM by Dragan.)
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