Category Archives: Nonfiction

The King Of Warsaw (Part 2 of 2)

PREVIOUSLY: Part 1 On a Thursday night I went to a club alone. In order to recapture the glory days where I was the approach machine, I decided to do ten solid approaches. My first approach was on my ideal type of girl, but ten minutes in her friend dragged her to dance. I did […]

The King Of Warsaw (Part 1 of 2)

A year ago I got an email from a reader of mine named Kamal. He lived in Warsaw and asked for some advice on getting with the local models. My advice to him was simple: “To get a star you have to be a star.” Even though I wasn’t swimming in models myself, I knew […]

The British Virgin (Part 3 of 3)

PREVIOUSLY: PART 2 My plan was to walk straight to my apartment located fifteen minutes away, but when we were only a couple hundred feet in front of the club, she sat on a bench. I didn’t object. You can’t be too heavy-handed with this sort of thing. “It’s a beautiful night out,” she said, looking […]

The British Virgin (Part 2 of 3)

PREVIOUSLY: PART 1 “Great. Did you take a long walk by the pier with him, stare at the stars, and watch the sun rise?” “No, nothing at all like that.” Wanting to put the focus on me she asked, “Did you meet the girl of your dreams?” “No, not yet. But I’m pretty sure it’s […]

The British Virgin (Part 1 of 3)

I went with an old friend to Hvar Island, Croatia for a three-week stay. Times have changed since we were prowling clubs in Washington DC, many of which have closed. Back then a phone number had a reasonable chance of leading to a date and not every club was built around table service. Flaking and […]

The Swedish Girl In The Coffee Shop (Part 2 of 2)

PREVIOUSLY: PART 1 Once outside, my first approach was on a girl walking behind me. What I did was pause at the intersection, stare at my phone confusingly, and wait for her to catch up before hitting her with my night street opener (“Can you recommend a bar that is still open?”). She didn’t know […]

The Swedish Girl In The Coffee Shop (Part 1 of 2)

My true feelings about a country come out after I get the flag. It tells me a lot about what I need to know about interacting with the local women, and unless I see hope of something a little meaningful, unique, or special, I back down. That’s what happened after getting my Swedish flag. I […]

“The Best Sex I Ever Had”

I was beat from my Finland flag mission, but I still had to get my Swedish flag. For the first 24 hours in Gothenburg I tried to get some momentum going, but Sweden had less beautiful girls than Finland. My mind didn’t want to put in the same amount of work for less. I went […]

The Helsinki Diaries (Part 4 of 4)

PREVIOUSLY: PART THREE I knew she would put up some resistance to sex once in my place, but I had no idea it would be so intense. We kissed in my kitchen but she refused to let me take off her shirt and also declined to lay on my bed. I made her a strong […]

The Helsinki Diaries (Part 3 of 4)

PREVIOUSLY: PART TWO The next day I was low on gas. My 32-year-old body was done after just two nights of partying, but I bought a couple cans of Red Bull and used that for fuel. During the day I managed a couple of approaches, but my heart wasn’t into it. Since I found a […]

The Helsinki Diaries (Part 2 of 4)

PREVIOUSLY: PART ONE When the Iranian girl went to dance with her friends, I approached a cute girl who turned out to be American. She gave me the meanest face as I went through my opening line. It looked like she was utterly disgusted with me and couldn’t wait to update her Facebook status about […]

The Helsinki Diaries (Part 1 of 4)

I can’t say I missed Ukraine. What should have been poosy paradise was pure labor. It had the first species of women I met who were both transactional and extractive, where the best type of game to run is based on a college economics course. The city I lived in, Kharkov, was dirty, unsightly, and […]

Your Friend Is Creepy

I went to the college club on a Wednesday night. The crowd was predominately college freshman. The guys didn’t look much older than my 15-year-old brother and the girls, while beautiful, were in huge groups. My Estonian friend Yargus was supposed to show up to meet me with a lady friend of his, but I […]