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 more approaches, not because I wanted to get laid, but because I was supposed to hit ten. The alcohol wasn’t loosening me up and I was getting more withdrawn as the night went on. My opening line felt stiff. My mouth was actively moving but my brain had left the building and was waiting outside. I made it to eight approaches, kissed a girl I only got a half boner for, and left.
There’s no physical reason why I couldn’t do something that I’ve done dozens of times before, but the desire wasn’t there, even though I would have happily banged 50% of the girls present. I’m now only willing to work for a certain type of girl who I know can give me immense pleasure with minimal investment. Otherwise I have to be especially horny, something that may happen one or two nights a month.
I met Kamal once again at the lounge and he told me that the random girl who messaged him on Facebook the other night was coming with three other friends. They eventually arrived and his girl was the cutest. The second cutest wasn’t bad, but she didn’t want to chat and went with the other two to dance.
Kamal and his girl talked next to me and I could tell that he would get far based on how she was smiling and giggling at most things he said. I remembered when she took out her phone to text someone and he said, “Why are you texting me, I’m right here!” He never put out an arrogant vibe or displayed anger. He was a gentleman with style, something that plays very well in a country that lacks such men. He built the foundation with his logistics, personal attributes, and social circle investment, and could now cash it in for years to come. All he needs to do is show up. While he was talking to the girl, I was thinking about which parts of him I wanted to implement into my own game.
I did a handful of approaches but it was tough. In one of the snobbiest bars in Warsaw, the cold approach was getting me less mileage than even industrial Ukraine.
Kamal came up to me and said, “We’re going to a new club. I took a girl there yesterday and bought a bottle but she didn’t drink so they saved it for us tonight. We have to kill it.”
“But how about your girl?”
“She’s going to meet me later. She wants to spend time with her friends.”
“Are you sure it’s a good idea to leave her? It’s okay if you need to stay with her, I can find something to do.”
“No, it’s better I leave. I want to play around a bit and then meet her later.”
We went to the club and got to work on the vodka bottle. In the VIP section there were many guys older than me dressed in suits and smoking cigars. Opposing them were women in their late 20s who seemed like they would accept cash for sex. A couple of them had bobblehead body language, physically present but not mentally. The main crowd had average talent of somewhat older people.
I started talking to one of the club’s dancers, a privilege that the VIP access gave. She was surprisingly receptive, asking me questions and deflecting cockblocks from her fellow dancer friends. She went to dance and actually came back. I offered her a drink from Kamal’s bottle and she accepted, later inviting me to dance. I tried to touch, a suitable move after our 30 minute conversation, but she pulled back and said, “I need space.” I replied, “I’ll give you space” then walked away.
She came back to me later, a huge sign of interest, but there would be no extraction on this night. My need to stay in one city was now stronger than ever. The optimum strategy of scoring top talent was being painted in my head with three colors: game, residency, and local value. As long as I only had one, I would always have to work.
After killing the bottle, we stumbled out of the club and walked to another. Kamal eventually got the text from his girl and left. I went home not long after, alone.
The next afternoon we met at a café to review the night. I said, “Now before you tell me what happened, I’m going to guess that you came close to banging but didn’t get quite there. It seemed like it would take one more date.”
“When I went to the club she was at, she was dancing with another guy.”
“But then when she saw me, she immediately stopped dancing and came to me. She didn’t look at the guy again. We danced for a little while and I asked her if she wanted to come over for a drink. She said she wanted to but that her friend was drunk and needed to come with us. I said, ‘I wouldn’t mind hanging out with your friend, but I just had the maid clean my apartment and I don’t want her puking in it. I can tell she doesn’t look well.’ She asked what she could do. ‘Let’s put her in a cab. It’s the best thing for her.’ The three of us went outside and we shoved her in there.”
“Cockblock disabled, nice.”
“Yes. Then we went to my place. I made drinks but on the couch she was playing really hard to get, like she didn’t want to kiss me.”
“Did you kiss before?”
“Not much, just short kisses.”
“That’s not good.”
“Yeah, so I told her, ‘Look you need to open up, you’re being cold and I don’t like that.’ And then finally she kissed me. After a while she asked me if I wanted to have sex. I said, ‘No, of course not, I’m not that easy.’ So we’re playing this dance, back and forth, until finally I suggested we go to my room. She said yes and then we banged.”
“Boom!” I gave him a high five. “It was nice to be there for most of it to see it go down. She seemed a little aloof but I guess her plan was to get banged all along.”
“She had really sexy underwear, like she knew she was going to get laid. She just broke up with her boyfriend and was ready to be bad.”
“That’s inspiring, man. What you got is what I want. I just need to find my city.”
“You’ll find it.”
“I hope so, but I will say that you were the right person to meet at the right time in the right country. It’s like god put you in front of me, giving me the answer of what I have to do next. It’s like he said, ‘Roosh, I know you’re having problems right now figuring out what you want to do. I want you to meet this guy named Kamal.’”
He laughed, not minding my melodrama.
“What you’ve done here,” I went on, “such as being a regular at a couple good spots and getting in with the staff, I’ve done a bit of in other cities, but it was mostly accidental. Just like how I’m conscious with game, I need to be conscious with being king of a city. I don’t see why it can’t be done.”
“It can be done.”
For the previous two years I was searching hard for poosy paradise. I believed that within the first week a city should slap me across the face and announce if it was paradise or not, but Kamal did the opposite. He went to a city that wasn’t poosy paradise and made it so. He created paradise from something mediocre by putting in his blood and sweat, while I was living the life of a wandering gypsy, expecting paradise to be handed to me merely from my ability to hop on an airplane. I saw the flaw in my approach, and on the bus ride to my next city, I was ready to change the game that I’ve been running for all of my adult life.
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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 that it took displays of high value to get with women who are viewed upon as having high value. Through the months he sent me short updates about living in Warsaw, but they were somewhat forgotten in the huge pile of mail I receive.
By the time I arrived in Warsaw to continue my exploration of Poland, I was ready to pick a city and stay for an extended period of time. By hopping from city to city, I was not leveraging the value I’ve built up over the years. I became so dependent on the cold approach to get laid that the minute I stopped approaching was the minute all my prospects dried up. I knew that the only way I’d get “passive” sex is if I build up some local status and have girls seek me out based on what they have heard or seen. I was ready for Warsaw to be the place that I stay and work on this new game.
I wasn’t in the same state as my last trip to Poland, when I had very little European women experience and was hungry for notches and flags. Now I was looking for stability and something that resembled a more normal life. Even if I was thirsty for more bangs, Warsaw would have stymied me. The quality was below the Polish average but the male competition was intense. I had written off Polish guys as being duds, but in the first few clubs I went to, they were out in force, approaching like maniacs. There was no room to build up a bit of a mysterious vibe and play it slow like I did in Poznan. It was a race to approach the fastest, spin the girl around, dance, and so on. I didn’t have the will for it.
It didn’t help that the attitude of the women were more sour. I was getting dismissive responses and two girls I approached even asked me to buy them a drink, something that didn’t happen to me in the entirety of my previous stay in Poland. I could tell that the biggest and fastest growing city in the country was having a negative effect on women who I naively thought were immune to that sort of thing. My plan to stay in Warsaw, to build local status and get passive bangs, was cancelled after just a few days.
Kamal responded to my arrival email where I asked if he wanted to have a drink. He agreed and we met on a Friday night. He greeted me with a large smile and a handshake. Immediately I noticed he spoke with a French accent. It turned out he was from Morocco, which has a strong French influence. He led me to one of his favorite lounges where the doormen cordially greeted him. We checked our coats and I noticed that he was suited up. If I knew, I would have upgraded the H&M v-neck I was wearing.
I followed him to a table where he introduced me to four Polish women, one of whom he recently had sex with. More people joined and he always quickly introduced me as his friend. He worked the table like a raconteur, talking enough to show value but not so much that he bored his audience. All eyes were on him while I got the perfunctory “Where are you from?” but with no substantial follow-up to my answer. He made everyone feel special enough but not too special, and he tossed me a few glances that I interpreted as “You’re alright, yeah?” I noticed he would often adjust his cuff links, not because they needed to be adjusted, but perhaps to relax himself, to take the edge off of being in the social spotlight.
“This is only the warm up spot,” he told me. “There’s a club I want to take you to.” After a couple drinks and more introductions with Warsaw scenesters whose names I immediately forgot, we left to the club a few blocks away. It was a mob scene. The line was more than half a city block long. Before I objected to what would be an uncomfortably long wait, he said, “Follow me.” We walked down the line and received cold glares as we passed those waiting in the cold. At the front door the velvet rope gave way and we were whisked in.
Inside the club we went straight to the VIP room. I excused myself to the bathroom and noticed that they had real cloth towels, not paper. The club itself wasn’t bad, but the talent was lacking. Kamal apologized and said that it was usually better. He bought me a round of drinks and we stayed awhile. He showed me pictures of the model he was banging, the one that my advice helped him get, and I made no attempt to conceal that I was duly impressed with the evening, which ended at a local bar down the street with a round of Polish yellow vodka.
The next night we started in the same lounge. He brought one of his fuck buddies. I won’t lie—she was gorgeous, and so refined that I didn’t know Polish girls came in that flavor. The story he told me of how he got here had a lot of detail, with explanation into his early game and how he deflected the cockblock and so on, the type of detail that men who don’t do so well with women wouldn’t even be aware of. I wanted to dig deeper into his success.
On Sunday afternoon we met in a quiet café. “You’ve built up quite the empire here,” I said.
“Thank you. It took two years.”
“Two years?” I asked, surprised.
“Yes, the first year I didn’t do as well. That first time I emailed you I was actually in the middle of a slump, but I took your advice and decided to be the star. I got a beautiful flat in the center, I joined a business club that connected me with the most successful people in Warsaw, and I actively used Facebook to keep contacts warm. Like today out of the blue I got a message from a girl I kissed six months ago. She asked me if I wanted to meet for a drink. I think it’s because she saw all the other girls that comment on my profile.”
“So this wasn’t an overnight thing?”
“No, definitely not. When I first came in the city, I was working real hard. I was going out all the time and approaching girls like crazy. I was banging some but it took a lot of effort for what I got. For a while I was spending serious money on bottles and not getting much in return. I even spent time gaming the bouncers. Now over 80% of my bangs come from that club, where I can sit back and snipe. I had one streak where I approached four girls over a weekend and banged three.” I mused for a few seconds on the logic of such a streak.
“When you approach a girl now in one of your regular spots,” I said, “she has probably seen you before flirting with other girls or talking to the staff. So you’re leveraging the status without knowing it.”
“This is possible. Now random bangs come to me out of the blue. My social circle is big, money is good, and I’m about to buy an apartment here. I love the city and plan on staying.” He’s 27 years old.
“How do you make money?” I asked.
“Just like you. I sell game books but to a French audience. There are not many French ‘PUAs’ like in America, and I was one of the first.” He went on to list some of the technical specifics of his business before the conversation came back to how he created his Warsaw lifestyle.
I said, “I really like the idea of building a social network and getting messages from girls out of the blue. I’m getting tired of actively hunting every night. If I don’t approach for one month, I don’t get laid. I have to always be working. The irony is that my money is passive. We’re talking now and I’m selling a few books probably, but when it comes to getting laid, I use a different approach that’s starting to wear on me.”
“You saw me this weekend. I did maybe two or three approaches. To get this you have to invest hard in the beginning and then you can relax. You can do it very easily with what you know.”
“Yes but there is a problem: I don’t stay in the same place. You’ve been here for two years. I rarely stay in a place for two months. How can I build passive bangs in that short of a time? My travel habit guarantees I’ll have to keep grinding it out, at a time in my life where I’m least motivated to do so.”
“Well that’s a problem then.”
TO BE CONCLUDED
Click the caption button to activate English subtitles (you may have to go to the video page on Youtube):
The title of this show was “Sex Mission” but it might as well have been called “Roosh Roast.” They came at me pretty hard, from just about every angle. I knew it going in so that’s why I was more impressed than surprised with the stuff they pulled. My main concern was keeping my pocket square from sliding down (I was successful).
Before I go over the highlights, you’ll see that I wore an earpiece. Someone in the studio translated everything for me but obviously there was a delay. Since the show had so many people competing to talk, by the time I heard the complete translations, someone else was talking. This definitely limited my participation. The show also edited about half of what was filmed, including my distinction of love tourists vs sex tourists, among other things.
1:55: Yes it’s true, I did study bacterias in college.
2:39: lol at grocery bag picture.
3:10: Ukrainian nationalist commended me for having the energy to visit so many countries. “He must be exhausted!”
4:00: My longest monologue, capped off with a passport beard shave, one of my newer moves for use in the East.
5:04: They found my Ukrainian girl pictures post and then brought out two of the girls.
5:50: I tell the girls to leverage this exposure into an entertainment career. I suppose my mentality is still American.
6:32: Host tries to get a rile out of me, saying I made everything up in between studying bacterias. I did speak a response (which I forgot), but it was edited out.
6:59: I’m being threatened with a lawsuit. I wasn’t scared. Both of these girls are huge attention whores, especially the brunette, whose hero is Paris Hilton. I promise you they loved being on the show.
9:00: I met this guy on Couchsurfing and we hung out twice at night.
10:14: “Of course I had to lie.” lol
10:37: There goes me, under the bus.
11:05: This girl is a lying bitch—I never approached her. I don’t holla at plastic surgery victims.
12:35: “I told my friend about it,” who happens to be a popular reporter. What a setup.
14:44: Fat Bono comes through with a smackdown on American girls. I enjoyed this. He seemed to be mostly supportive of me.
15:54: Nice camera shot.
16:45: The crazy sex tourist hunters arrive with footage of them making an Italian man cry. Most of the audience was laughing at this. I started losing the spotlight at this point.
19:13: My best pose, I’d say.
19:30: This woman is insane, full of anger. She was not pleasant in any way.
20:41: Sex tourist hunter says I’m breaking the constitution for using the flag. This argument was also used for Bang Iceland.
21:01: Go bang American women, hell if I care!
22:05: The crowd is showing me more support. I’m starting to feel like Rocky in Rocky IV. I wanted them to chant my name by the end, but this did not happen.
23:30: Max the sex tourist hunter takes actual weapons with him when he goes out. After the show, the bodyguard immediately came up to me and escorted me to the backroom, worried that Max might do something.
25:10: Is this shit over yet?
25:57: The hate goes from me to Max.
26:08: This woman (a singer, I think) was very nice to me after the show, but she didn’t speak English. I’d make love to her.
26:41: It’s revealed that Max is a PUA, or something.
27:43: I aimed for the jugular.
28:17: I win?
29:06: And I’m done.
31:26: Lovely lady who was a strong fan. She actually read about my work before the show and said that she agrees with my teachings.
32:19: Pocket square looking good.
33:04: Elegant, yes.
Overall it was a good experience. Going on this show here or that interview there is giving me experience for one day when the stakes may be higher.
Learn more about the book that led to the appearance: Bang Ukraine.
Usually I’d have to write a Bang guide to get a media outlet calling me, but on my fourth day in Romania I was shadowed by a news crew for the country’s largest television station. Here is the clip that aired on Sunday morning:
And the clip that aired on Sunday night, with different footage and also a map:
Last night I was on a date with a girl who wasn’t aware of all my secrets when a Romanian guy on the street said, “Hey aren’t you Roosh? I just saw you on TV!” I quickly shuffled her away and was faced with many questions.
But there was a thorough breakdown. Check out these posts I wrote on Return Of Kings:
- Everything You Need To Know About Croatian Girls
- 22 Photos Of Pretty Croatian Girls
- 16 Tips For Having Sex With Croatian Girls
- Top 5 Clubs In Zagreb To Get Laid
Croatian girls in a nutshell: pretty and thin but increasingly require American-style game.
If you haven’t been to ROK in a minute, here are some posts you may have missed:
- The 5 Easiest Clubs In The World To Get Laid
- How To Bang A Brazilian Woman In 5 Easy Steps
- All Girls Love Rough Sex
- An Amazing Manosphere Blog You’ve Never Seen
- 3 American Cities Men Must Avoid At All Costs
- How Black America Has Predicted Our Future
- American Women Simply Can’t Compete
- Taking The Red Pill Destroyed My Family
- The Manosphere Is Reaching A Tipping Point
- The Ironies Of Female Empowerment
ROK has surpassed this site in page views for January (just over 1 million). The magazine-style layout makes that feat easier, but it’s still a nice accomplishment. Stay on top of ROK posts by following its Twitter feed.
I’ve received a lot of questions about what I plan on doing next. Here is a video of my thoughts, including a prediction for 2013…
After a week of nothing but Ukraine, the blog will return back to normal on Monday. Thanks to everyone who ordered this weekend—your purchases will keep me fed and sheltered for some time.
The first review is from a Russian expat:
If you’ve heard that Ukraine is nothing but a bunch of hotties willingly sexing strange westerners (and the fact that a foreign bride site is the first hit on google when you search for “Ukraine” doesn’t do anything to dispel that), you’re wrong. Remember when I said Roosh mentions the culture? In the women you can see a direct reflection of that – due to the harsh, unforgiving nature of Ukraine – from the men, to the police, to the weather, the corruption, these girls are extremely closely guarded and wont just hop into bed with any man on a whim since it is extremely dangerous, and noone would help them if they “fuck up”. On the flip side, once their icy outer shells are broken and the defenses penetrated, Ukrainian girls are presented as perfect feminine girlfriends that most men could only dream about. And this trade off makes courtship worth it
This is extremely helpful to people who believe in a “one sized fits all” type of game that seems to be prominent with Mystery Method fanboys. If you go there with that attitude, expect to be blown up. The way Roosh seems to go about sex in this book would get you laughed out of most NYC bars. He asks “interview style” questions, he holds doors open, he pays for stuff – all of these things that your parents taught you to do, but then you painfully realized that they did not work in 2012 America. Roosh is a damn gentleman in this book, which in itself is surprising to see.
Of course you have the other side of the coin – the bad seeds. If Ukraine was filled with nothing but hot skinny girls that would reciprocate proper courtship, this could be the magic land of vagina that every man searches for. But the hot Ukranian girls, who readily know that they are way prettier than the women a lot of Westerners are used to, will readily hustle unsuspecting men. It’s a poor country, and people have to do what they can to survive. Roosh does an excellent job demonstrating a dating strategy that is both effective, and simultaneously weeds out the hustlers out there.
This review is from a man who lived in Ukraine for a year:
After living in Ukraine for over a year, I was eager to read Roosh’s thoughts on his 3 month stay.
I could almost hear the frustration coming off the pages when I started reading Bang Ukraine. It was as if I wrote many of the passages after having lived there for over a year.
Roosh breaks down 3 categories that a man can fall into when trying to date a Ukrainian woman. He goes into further detail on how to position quickly for the correct category. If you follow his advice, you will save a lot of time and money. I can’t tell you how many western guys I have seen wasting time and money on women that wasn’t interested in them.
Women grow up knowing how to work men. Ukrainian men know how to handle their women while western men are like lambs to the slaughter. I have seen Western men getting fleeced by Ukrainian princesses without even so much as a kiss.
I really enjoyed many of the personal stories and dialog towards the end of the book. I think it really helps cement the ideas and techniques discussed in previous chapters. Not only do you have a “what to do” list, but you have a dialog that showed what Roosh did to be successful and what he did that wasn’t successful. Sometimes we learn more from our mistakes and Roosh, as always, was gracious enough to include examples where he blew it.
Even after living there for as long as I did, I learned a few things based on Roosh’s experiences. Some of the ideas I never really put together until I read his book. A few “yeah, I never thought of it that way” moments put a smile on my face while devouring the content. The crazy part is you end up with a sort of love hate relationship with the place.
This review is from an expat living in Ukraine:
I did buy Roosh’s other books, and while they were very good indeed—i.e., they helped me understand the mentality of Western women—they are of limited practical value to me, as I am only interested in the women from between the Yalu and the Vistula. I was much pleased when Roosh released Bang Poland, quickly devoured it, and noted to myself that I shall revisit Poland. Finally when Roosh offered review copies of Bang Ukraine, I asked for one. Imagine my surprise when he sent me a copy. Thanks Roosh! I’ve been waiting for Bang Ukraine for a very long time!
Bang Ukraine’s format is very much like Roosh’s other travel guides. He spends 5 pages on the Ukrainian culture, 3 pages on Ukrainian cities, 5 pages on Ukrainian logistics (i.e, where to stay et al), 12 pages on Ukrainian girls—their mentality, approach index, et al. 36 pages of the book is spent on gaming girls in the Ukraine, which actually flows into the section on the girls, as Roosh goes into detail about the mentality of the typical Ukrainian girl. A further 33 pages is spent detailing his personal experience with the girls. The rest few pages of the book is about logistics in Kharkov, which I promptly skipped.
Roosh’s expository on the Ukrainian culture and cities are too short to do anyone any good, but honestly, he’s not writing as a ethnographer here—if you really want to know more about the culture, buy a book on that.
His sections on logistics is dead on, as is his description of the cities. I must say, I found his description of Kharkov as an “industrial shit-hole” to be rather funny. I frankly, do not find these cities to be shit-holes, and find them to be far more enjoyable than your typical American suburb. As Roosh noted himself, the level of talent will more than make up for any lack aesthetics in city planning. But as the Russians say, каждый дрочит, как он хочет (every man jerks off the way he wants—i.e., whatever floats your boat). As a side note, Khakov boasts one of the most idiotic mayors on this side of the Dniper, as you can see here:
For those of you who don’t know what a typical “industrial shithole” looks like, look no further than this music video by Nastia Komenskih:
Back to the review… Roosh’s description of the mentality of the typical Ukrainian girl is very accurate. He posits that the girls are out to extract as much as possible out of the guy; the love tourist should to be careful not to spend too much initially on the girl, as she will automatically put you in a potential husband category, thus slowing down the potential lay. Roosh offers many other nuggets of wisdom, such that I wished that I would have read this books years ago, as I would have had much more lays.
I would add, however, that he suffers from not being fluent in Russian. (Yes, Russian—if you’re going to the Ukraine, don’t bother studying Ukrainian, learn Russian, or just use English.) That said, this book is a must read for anyone who is thinking about going to the Ukraine—both for your casual love tourist, as well as any wife-hunters.
I would like to add that for the exactly reasons Roosh talked about, for the expats who are willing to commit to the Ukraine long term, this is the mythical PP. If you are a man of means, the entire Donbas can be your oyster. Competition for the greater beta (an actual beta will get his balls handed to him, mixed with сметана—sour cream) in the Ukraine is fierce, leading to acts of mate stealing, and giving rise to the phrase жена – не стена (a wife is not a wall/barrier—meaning, I don’t care if he’s married, I can compete with his wife, because I’m younger/hotter/tighter).
I would like to add a word of warning for the neophyte; the Ukrainian mentality is not exactly the same as the Russian mentality. The Ukraine suffers from a “small country” mentality, leading to silly arguments with Ukrainian nationalists about whether their country should be called the Ukraine or simply Ukraine (I believe it should have a “the” as any country whose name starts with an adjective, even if in another language, should have the “the”, e.g., the Argentine, the Nederlands, et al). A joke sums up the Ukrainian mentality very well:
When Russia turned off the gas to the Ukraine, the Ukrainian parliament sent Yulia Timosheko to the Kremlin to negotiate. Upon arrival, Putin posits that he will turn back the gas in return for a blow job from Timoshenko. She agrees, but insists Putin stand on a chair. After said act, Putin asks why he needed to stand on a chair. “Because,” Timosheko answers, “Ukrainians never kneel in front of Russians!”
This review is from an American who visited Kiev for two weeks:
Having just read Bang Poland in September (was in Poland), and reading Bang Iceland a few weeks ago (heading there in a few weeks), Bang Ukraine definitely had a different feel than Roosh’s other books.
It follows the same framework and outline, but Bang Ukraine felt more instructional and calculated than the others. And not in a bad way – Ukraine is so damn crazy and hard to understand that it likely needs a more direct and no nonsense approach to it. Of course the story portion was great as always and had me actually laughing aloud to myself.
My experience in Ukraine differed from Roosh’s in a lot of ways, which I can almost guarantee is because I stayed in Kiev the capital as opposed to the industrial shithole of Kharkiv. So while some things were quite different living in the major city (one night stands, more drinking, more promiscuity, etc.), Roosh was dead on about a lot of the ingrained attitudes of these girls.
First off, Roosh is right that the level of femininity you will experience will shock your senses. Heels, skirts, hair, makeup all the time and done well. It’s fantastic.
Next, I do agree that it is quite impossible to swoop in for a weekend and succeed. Even though I had success it wasn’t until I was there for a week into my 10 night trip where I started “figuring” things out. His methodology is damn accurate with the type of touching and aggressiveness you have to put out. Only in Ukraine did I touch like this and have it widely accepted. I also agree with his beliefs about when to get the number, and about acting like a “man” as I’ve never seen it so required and expected as it was in Ukraine to be a non-apologetic man in the most traditional sense.
The description of what it was like talking with girls was very similar as well. The funny thing is, and now that I think back about it, is how much these girls change once you bang them. I also had a mini-gf (though not as long as Roosh), and it was actually refreshing to have a girl become funny and cook and clean for you and so on. You get a great girlfriend that you enjoy talking to, seeing and generally being around.
I’m always a fan of the stories section. However dare I say that Roosh’s Yulia story was quite long…perhaps a sign of how much he liked her? Awww… Just kidding my friend, having seen a glimpse at what these girls could offer visually and with their femininity I can see how what you describe happened to you would happen to most men. And back to the story, even though it was a longer story the reader is still entertained throughout and waiting to see how it ends.
Enjoyed the read and highly suggest it to those traveling to Ukraine, especially for Kharkiv and other smaller cities.
And finally there is a review from Bronan:
When you think of Ukraine, you probably think of Chernobyl, beets and oppression. At least that’s what I think of, and not just because I have a beet fetish. Shh, don’t tell anybody.
Luckily travel writer and love tourist Roosh V is here to sort of confirm my beety suspicions about Ukraine with his newest travel guide Bang Ukraine. Unfortunately for haters across the globe, Roosh has stated that Bang Ukraine will be his last travel guide. Fortunately for you, Roosh is going out with a bang (you get it?!?!?! Bang???!?!?!??1!). I’ve reviewed several of Roosh’s guides in the past and Bang Ukraine is probably my favorite work so far.
If you liked this post then you’ll like Bang Ukraine, my 103-page book that teaches you how to sleep with Ukrainian women during a visit to the country. It contains tourist tips, game advice, and sex stories that give you all the information you need to bang hyper-feminine Ukrainian women, with extra details not released on the blog. Click here to learn more about the book.
Today I’m excited to release my final travel guide, Bang Ukraine. Here are just a few things that this 103-page book contains:
- How you can hack the backwards Ukrainian mentality to get laid
- How to respond when a Ukrainian woman tries to cross-examine you
- Description of the 3 types of Ukrainian girls, and the one you should go for in order to obtain sex
- How to develop a solid backstory so she doesn’t think you’re a sex tourist
- A detailed breakdown on how to pick up during the day, including opening strategy, conversation tips, pitfalls to avoid, and how to best answer their common questions about your visit
- The best nightclub pickup strategy that has ever been put into print for the country of Ukraine
- How to have a conversation with a Ukrainian girl who possesses bad English, with over a dozen topics and ideas to be used both for when you meet her and on dates
- Three date strategy for sealing the deal, with specific venue suggestions, tips, and moves
- What to do when a Ukrainian girl tries to extract resources from you in a long-term relationship
- Two short stories that offer additional insight and information into Ukrainian culture, including interesting examples of making love to Ukrainian women
If you purchase the ebook edition of Bang Ukraine before Sunday at midnight, you get the following seven bonuses:
- Bang Ukraine analysis from a Ukrainian player (22 pages)
- 21 Ukrainian women (pictures and analysis)
- How to teach English in Ukraine with no experience
- Sample English teacher resume
- Curated raw data on six Ukrainian cities (48 pages)
- 5 things I should have done differently in Ukraine
- 50% discount off regular price
You get 199 total pages of Ukrainian advice, data, stories, and strategy for $5. After Sunday, the bonuses will disappear and the price will rise to $9.99. (UPDATE: The bonuses are no longer available and prices have increased).
Click one of the following links to continue:
Bang Ukraine is my tenth and final travel guide. I’m doing a special where you can get all ten of my guides and the Ukrainian bonuses for only $19. The download package contains pdf, mobi, and epub formats for each book.
I started writing my first book, Bang, back in 2006. In the past seven years, I’ve written 14 books that contain 1,432 pages and 518,924 words. I’ve also produced a Bang audiobook with the help of a voice actor. In this final combo special, get all 14 books, the Bang audiobook in mp3 format, and the Ukrainian bonuses for $35:
Click here to order the My Life’s Work Combo (256 megabyte download).
Lastly, I wanted to thank everyone who has bought one of my books in the past. Your support enables me to put out writing that gives men value. I’ll be glued to my laptop all weekend so email me if you have a question or a problem with downloading.