The last place I want a cute Irish girl into me is in a club in Argentina. It was a weekend night and we were the only two from our hostel that went out. Since she was a drinker, hooking up would be as certain as a Chilean from Santiago eating a hot dog piled disgustingly high with mayonnaise and a mix of other condiments that even an American wouldn’t touch.
I didn’t want to pull the trigger too soon because the girls in the club were nicer. Do you go for the sure thing or roll the dice and risk a silent jerk in the bottom bunk underneath some guy from New Zealand? I couldn’t decide so I did the lean against the wall thing where she danced in front of me. I don’t know if you have seen an Irish girl dance to house or reggaeton, but it was quite embarrassing—for me! I kept my options open.
About one hour in, she asked if I could hold her coat while she goes on the main dance floor. I said no and placed it on the floor. She said, “If you want to find me, you’ll find me,” and did a little head flick and off she went. I laughed at this attempt at game and started talking to the three Argentine girls next to me. They were extremely nice since they saw me with the Irish girl, who came back in four minutes, maybe three. She made it seem like she’d be gone for such a long time that reuniting with her would be on par with winning a rigged carnival game.
It’s around now she makes a very strong effort on this here, but I wasn’t surprised because she earlier admitted she likes “Persian guys.” I find it amusing how there’s a significant number of white girls with no body hair or pigment who have a type that can be best described as “hairy beast.” Something about diversifying the gene pool I guess.
This isn’t about what happened that night, but what happened a day later. The Irish girl makes friends with a Scottish bird and they tried to get me to come out. I declined because I was leaving the next morning. The Irish girl said, “Oh come on it’ll be fun.” She looked at the Scottish girl and continued, “We went out to this club last night and I gave him my coat and got lost and danced all night long.” That would be like me saying, “I fucked two supermodels in the bathroom and it was grand. They didn’t want me to use a condom so I didn’t and I don’t regret it one bit.”
She wasn’t lying, just viewing the night through the mess of her female brain. If a girl is not being chased or in control, minor alternations to reality will be made to make it so.
I jerked off. It’s a long story.
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didnt pull the trigger? was this girl not cute at all? Its a foreign country, no buddies to give you shit for her not being hot. It sounds like even if things didn’t work out with the argentine girls she wasnt going anywhere. the only conclusions I can come to is your hand looked equally attractive that night or you would give yourself shit for scraping the bottom of the barrel?
Of course she did. Her response is to prove her dominance over you to the other girl. I wonder had you went out and gamed the other chick what the Irish girl would have done. She would have been doubly humiliated, you would have your way with her as she tried to recover the upper hand.
this is a great example of how flipping the script will completely fuck with a girl’s mind. women are practically programmed to assume the position of the pursued, so refusing to give her that satisfaction made her simultaneously temporarily insane and probably really horny.
Dude, this is getting depressing.
hmm.. The Chase.. That is what is missing!! I hate when girls feign interest way too earlier in the interaction. I don’t want to do anything with her after that. Not in my game !!!
Roosh seems to be striking out more than A-Rod in the playoffs. I haven’t seen a single bang yet. Perhaps his book should be retitled.
or maybe roosh just never writes about his bangs? that’s been my impression.
Ok how much is a hostel? You have to share a room? How much would a single cheap room cost? How many tourists are there. You keep meeting woman from other countries than the one your visiting lol
by telling her you’re persian, you brought that upon yourself.
it’s so cute how the readers are living vicariously through you!! make some good shit up or you’ll lose your audience.
You should never have to jerk off in south america…. at the very least you can score a blow job from a hottie for like $15…
Roosh, darling, when you are in Buenos Aires, meet a girl and reach the point where sex is a sure thing (and where both of you more or less explicitly agree on this), do not take her back to the hostel. Go to what is called a “Hotel Transitorio”, or “telo” in Argentine slang. They are cheap rooms, you pay per “turno” (I do not remember how many hours that is). I think every non-virgin in Argentina has been to one of these at least once in their life, given the fact that most people live with their parents throughout their college years. Anyway, these motels per hour are very easy to find around the city.
Oops… the name is “Albergue transitorio”, not hotel. I am slowly forgetting the most typical porteno things…
it is what it is playa…….all thats needed is a wingman and a place to fuck.
……..trojan man is coming
Interesting, little-known fact: in his original draft of The Great Gatsby, Fitzgerald ended it with Nick saying, I jerked off. It’s a long story.
Roosh, you had a cute Irish girl throwing herself at you and you jerked off? Faith and begorrah, what has happened to you down there?
This night was crucial in my development as a man. It will be detailed in my memoirs.
Ha ha ha welcome to the world of the Irish men. Irish women are real hard work and are so up their own hole that only response to their game is to throw the odd pint their way to keep them around and ignore everthing they do and say for the rest night (after setting up the initial conversation) and then at the very last minute say “sure you might aswell come back with me” always works.
Bridal Bird gets the prize for best comment.
I had one of those critical development nights last night. We’ll talk.
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‘Irish Reader’ has a point, although I’m not sure I agree that they’re hard work…well ok, the ones who think they’re special are hard work and are almost always not worth your time or energy
What I find is that what’s a 7 in Irish terms, is about a 5 (max) in most other European countries, but the Irish 7 will often have a prima donna attitude, whilst the reality is they’re nothing special, and you’re far better off spending your time on the European 7, who’s cuter, fitter, usually more interesting and cultured and hasn’t got the attitude of the Irish 7
Not sure if you guys are getting the point of the story. This is similar to the last two women that “I” broke up with. Let them tell it, they make it sound like they broke up with me. One I broke up with, we lived with each other and I told her that I wanted to be single, she was hesitant to accept it, suddenly about a month later, we get into a big fight and she moves out,let her tell it, we got into a big fight and I pissed her off so she broke up with me lol.
The last woman, I broke up with over her constant immaturity, a week later we hang out and she thinks were gonna work things out, I tell her “im not ready to jump back into things”, she tells her friends she broke things off with me because I was wishy washy and wasn’t sure of what I wanted so she made the decision easy, to those answers I just say “oh is that how it happened?”
Girls will alter the reality a little bit to protect their ego and self esteem. Its not necessarily a lie but it damn sure aint the truth either.
I went out with a guy. It wasn’t fun at all. All he did was drink. I was happy to get home. In my room I undressed for bed. I wasn’t feeling to good. I sat on the edge of my bed crying. My brother heard me and came in and set down beside me. I ended up telling him what a disaster the night was. I told my brother nothing happened at all,nothing. Now my brother had his arm around me. I was still crying. He asked what I expected. I said go riding around then go park and se what happens,and nothing even close to that.I turned toward my brother and hugged him tightly. He moved around and hugged me back. Holding each other we just sat their. Then slowly we went down on the bed still holding each other. Laying that way was helping me feel better. For some reason I moved my head and kissed my brother and he started kissing me back. We both moved around. After kissing I told my brother this is what I wanted. My brother moved and squirmed around again. I knew what he had done. I quickly lip kissed him saying YES! He said no body is in bed yet. I told him it’s never stopped us before. After we finished and was laying together yet. I told my brother the next time I go with some body I’m going to make sure he wants to do more that drink. He told me he would always be here for me. We had to be quiet. I softly said again and god did he oglige me fully. We kept our Brother and Sister love for each other going for many,many years. Thats how it happened.