The Liquor Store: Upon arrival I went to the liquor store to arm my afterparty move. In the vodka aisle I was debating whether I should get Absolut or Skyy. Seemingly out of nowhere, a tall girl appeared and said something to me in French. I took advantage of this and asked her if there’s a “local liquor” that I should try. She showed me a couple things as I asked her questions. I tried to continue the conversation, but she was with a girlfriend and didn’t stick around to chat.
The Too Good To Be True: My first night out in Montreal was quiet. I walked up and down St Laurent, the main nightlife strip, but couldn’t find a bar with more than ten people. I settled on a lounge that had two girls sitting at the bar. There was another girl, alone, who looked at me and smiled. Immediately I approached and she started asking me questions in a thick French accent. It can’t be this easy! Indeed, it can’t. She was friends with the bartender and DJ, who kept “checking” on her. I had no chance.
The Tall Blonde: A taxi driver led me to a place where a college kid was throwing a party. I was the oldest guy there. I spotted a stunning blonde, hotter than even the top tier of Croatia. I approached, but it didn’t hook so well. I was appreciative of the opportunity on a level of talent I rarely see in the wild.
The Return Of The Coffee Shop: I found a coffee shop with a communal table. There were three attractive girls around me. I approached the one who smiled at me. I asked, “Do you know what time this coffee shop closes?” She was from Vancouver and talked a lot—I barely had to do anything. I left with her number and texted her the next day. I sent “How are you?” and she asked me if I wanted to have a drink. It felt like a trap, and sure enough the date fell apart after I found out she only wanted to talk “about travel.” I didn’t want to waste two more hours to find out if that was true, so I dipped. She was the only non-French speaker I interacted with.
The Pixie: I went to a hipster bar and sat next to a girl. She had a bit of attitude but was cute, with a great body. I ordered a drink and she said that I “could” get one for her, too. I declined, and three minutes later her date arrived.
The Tall French Girl Part I: She approached me in another hipster bar by saying something in French. “Can you say that again in English?” I replied. A little taller than I’d like, but thin and sexy. “Let’s get a drink and sit down,” I said. She didn’t want to kiss and went out for a smoke, never to return. I didn’t go with her because I suspected she wouldn’t bang me same night. I wanted to talk to other girls.
The 18 Year Old: I approached a young girl. The oldest guy she had dated was 28. I bought her a shot of tequila, then we went at it, sloppily. Her body was delicious. She invited me to the afterparty with her friends, but the cockblock came, and I was left alone on the street. A wingman wouldn’t have hurt.
The Tall French Girl Part II: I saw her on the sidewalk in front of the bar. “Where did you go?” I asked, feigning mild disappointment. She didn’t meet another guy, and didn’t see me kissing the other girl. “Let’s go for a walk,” I said. We walked straight into my place. It took over an hour to kiss her. Getting her onto my bed took another hour. I was getting tired. She wouldn’t let me remove her clothing. “I have to go home, I have a dog,” she said, “but you can take my number.”
The Petite: At the coffee shop I saw a girl with a perfect body. She was wearing a short skirt and high boots. I got a half boner staring at her. Face was fine, but irrelevant. Once the café was about to close, I looked at her laptop and said, “Is that a good laptop?” It was a good laptop, with internet access. We walked out together and she asked me if I wanted to have a beer. I agreed and on the way over she told me she had a boyfriend. She took me to a bar that seemed expensive, but she was eager to pay her way. She lived in another city and was leaving in two days. Then came one of her friends, a spinster who immediately started talking in French even though she spoke English. I made an excuse and left.
The Thick Hair: At another hipster bar I met a young French girl. She was curious and friendly. I was the first American she had really talked to. Two tequilla shots. I’m touching, getting closer. Sometimes it’s so much easier to game an 18-year-old than a 24-year-old. They get impressed easy. Until her friend comes. I think I need a wingman.
The Romanian: Halloween festivities were hurting me. Bigger groups with fewer people overall. In a bar I approached a hot Romanian girl, but she was with her boyfriend. Her sister was there, a butterface, but body was good. She likes American guys. I’m American. She asked me to come outside to smoke. “Let’s go for a walk,” I said. She bought cigarettes then we ran into her sister and three other guys. One of the guys she knew tried to pull the robbery. He told her, “I was thinking about how great we get along.” Not good. “Hey, I’m going this way,” I said, ready to say goodbye, but she ditched everyone and came with me to my apartment. She didn’t even want to kiss at first, but succumbed eventually. She was nervous and awkward. I took her to my bed, got some clothes off, then suddenly, “I can’t do this! I have to leave!”
The Dream Girl: I went to a club on hip hop night. I spotted a gorgeous girl with wavy hair and green eyes. She was extremely shy and I didn’t make much headway when the first cockblock came. Ten minutes later she stood next to me and I gave her a gentle elbow without saying anything. She resumed the conversation and opened up as I dropped some value. At some point I told her I was a nice guy and she replied, “You’re definitely an asshole. Only assholes say they’re nice!” It was on, but then this ugly Indian cunt came and said, “I’m only here for two days and I want to hang out with her so I’m going to take her away!” They were celebrating a birthday. For the rest of the night she was firmly in the middle of a group of six girls. Access denied.
The Toronto Butterface: I went to another bar, where I talked to a blonde from Toronto who was visiting her friend. She was dressed in a cat costume. Every minute she would break the conversation to talk to the gay bartender, returning with “Sorry!” The bar closed and the lights came on. Her face was rough. She must’ve realized my displeasure when she said, “I feel like you’re judging me.” I replied, “No, I’m just trying to figure out the color of your eyes because I’m… colorblind.” It didn’t last much longer after that.
The Student: I settled into a coffee shop and asked a cute French girl what time it was closing. It hooked and we talked for a bit, but she got ready to leave when I announced I was in town for a short while.
I tried my best to get laid with a French-Canadian girl, but I failed. Should I have been more patient with dating? Should I have gotten more numbers? Should I have pipelined? The issues I faced:
1. I was getting great vibes, with many girls approaching me outright as if I was in Iceland, but the sex speed was slower than I expected.
2. I should have researched more venues instead of settling on the one nearest me. I got lazy.
3. I went during Halloween weekend. I never get laid during Halloween. I feel that girls are more concerned with getting validation than getting laid.
4. I should have lied about how long I was staying. Montreal girls are not slutty like Scandinavian girls—they don’t seem to want to put much investment in a guy who is leaving soon.
I got down not just on my Montreal failure but on the concept of the short flag mission. While exciting, it’s a guarantee you’ll have to aim lower and select for sluts (not that I dislike sluts). There were too many cases of nice girls slipping through my grasp when I knew they’d be mine if I stayed longer.
My Montreal experience highlighted the downside of love touristry. Even though I had the resources to spend a week there with solid logistics, I still walked away empty handed. I had one week in Toronto to make magic happen, but the drop in quality and increase in difficulty killed my motivation. My first flag failure was all but assured. I spent two weeks in Canada, had two short dates, kissed four girls, and got three back to my apartments, but in the end I simply could not connect. It was a tough failure to swallow.Tweet Follow @rooshv
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There is only one solution to this problem, another week in Montreal…
I agree Halloween is a bad week, look for some french holiday or something where half of Quebec will be drunk.
How about “Victoria Day” monday may 20th, 2013? First 3day weekend of spring, canadians celebrate it always the week Before US memorial day.
Welcome to Canada, Roosh!
I live in a small suburban town outside the GTA but did my undergrad in the heart of Toronto. ;)
Sorry Roosh, you experienced what we Montrealers call the home court disadvantage. Our girls slut it up like crazy when they’re away on vacation, but less so at home. Montreal females are legendary among South American hotel DJs.
Also, it’s a big mistake to come here in winter. If you return during Grand Prix weekend (early June), you’re much more likely to get a few quality flags out of the 9s and 10s that come out of hibernation.
PS: don’t waste your time on Toronto. It’s our Washington DC.
“I HAVE A DOG”
Yeah, you usually have to put a lot of time in to the dating process in Canada.
Because that’s were you build 99% of your value.
Great recap, friend. I think the main issue was your venue selection and the time of year. Montreal is ideal in the summertime. It’s best to visit between June – August. I also think you should have hit the primetime nightclubs and bars as opposed to the hipster variety. That said, Montreal isn’t easy. Thanks for the honest report.
Going to Montreal this weekend.
What venues would your recommend and ones to avoid?
I went to Montreal grand prix weekend last 3 years, even at the height of my success in the Dominican Republic and United States I wasn’t able to bang (kissed a couple girls and finger banged one)
Welcome to the motherland. As someone else commented, you need to come back between May and August and give yourself some time to date. And maybe take a side trip to Quebec City.
I think when it comes to latin gils (french, italian,spanish, portuguese) it becomes much harder than it would be with northern europeans (germans, dutch, scandinavians etc). Girls with this latin origin tend to be slightly more “conservative” when it regards sex.
Yeah, I think late October might have hurt you.
That being said, I was there prime time from June -Sept and I found Montreal significantly less easy than a “good” American city, ie Miami Beach, New Orleans, NYC, Las Vegas etc.
This reads like the “Victor’s trip to Europe” narrative from the film “Rules of Attraction”.
Even when girls jump back out of bed the PUA reacts with professionalism, unlike the average guy who gets over-invested and whose reactions are uncontrolled. Really demonstrates that PUA critics are actually concerned with maximizing hypergamy, not with women’s safety.
“No, I’m just trying to figure out the color of your eyes because I’m… colorblind.” Asteroid across Siberia!
These are the 2 major drawback you have to overcome…. Saying how long you are staying somewheree (Lying) which will always gonna come back and bite you in the ass anyway and the the other is lack of Wingman.
I had a solid 8 girl in my bed this weekend. In the bar I said I lived here, after things got a bit more intimate I slipped up and said I was here for a few months. She bolted. This is a testament to your post. It has me thinking about the whole point of dipping into countries for anything less than 3 months but at the same time I get bored at least 3 weeks. I build up prospects and by that time I feel like I just want to start all over again. It’s a frustrating journey.
Also my lack of wingman has really hindered me lately. Some places I would say it is almost essential. You are missing out on 90% of targets because of girls in pairs. Seems almost futile to go out on your own sometimes.
Long time reader, first time poster…Thanks for the honest report Roosh. I think a lot of us can get down on ourselves when we go to a new country for short time and don’t have the success that we wanted/expected. A post like this shows us that even a master, such as yourself, can have challenges when visiting a country for a short time. It’s all just part of the game!
St Laurent and Mount Royal
Commission des Liqueurs
Great report Roosh!
Montreal is the closest thing to Europe this side of the atlantic, the women are normal and sexy to boot.
Can you pm me that coffee shop buddy:)
Typical Canada, full of c@ckblocks or attention whores. America is always easier for a quick bang.
However when Canadian girls go on vacation they are total slags.
I’m in France, trying to bang the numerous Canadian girls studying here. An impossible feat. I banged one American student, though.
“Is that a good laptop?”
LOL! i swear i’ve used that line about 20+ times so far on campus.
i still can’t believe this shit works.
More writers need to bare their failures, shows they’re human. Also, how many other guys past 30 can go out 6 nights in a row.. most 21 year olds can’t even do that.
try Vancouver roosh
went clubbing first time, this socially awkward virgin actually got a couple dances(grinds) even the korean girl had a bf….he was sayin it was ok lol..(freaked him out when i pulled him for a dance lol).my hands n cock was just all over her..
definatly would like to see how you break my city down so i can get kisses numbers and bangs(never kissed a girl here)
lotta betas here now since the surrey jacks get screened out.
personal experiance um asians and white girls are most open….indian girls complete opposite…her beta friends will try and block u off(males too).(even if ur indian too)..an well dont fuck with the alphas here….i was at the republic the celler,caprice n commadore i think(they were all near by on granville st though)
come to Vancouver roosh
even this socialy awkard skinny brown virgin whose never kissed a girl even gotta couple dances(grinds)…even the korean girl had a bf and said it was ok(freaked him out when i pulled him in for a dance lol)…my hands an cock was just all ova her
my face accidentlay went into a white chicks cleavge whom me an my firend were sandwichin ..afterlookin sorry my bad(reference i was drinkin)..she was back for more
whites and asians are most open..indian girls oppostie her beta friends will block u off..alpha surrey jacks dont mess with em
caprice, republic comadore an forget the other club are near by those r the ones i hit up an would like to see how you do…..ill buy u drink if u in town
kisses numbers bangs show me how its done in Vancouver
Damn, all this for some ass.
“It was a tough failure to swallow.”
WHY? dude, i bow hunt, do you think i always score a deer or turkey. NOPE. it is what it is, but the failure doesn’t mean i’ll quit hunting.
same applies with women. the more you hunt, the better you get, and the more you increase your chances at success. are we noticing any parallels here? lol.
sometimes…it just ain’t gonna happen.
4. I should have lied about how long I was staying. Montreal girls are not slutty like Scandinavian girls—they don’t seem to want to put much investment in a guy who is leaving soon””””
don’t feel bad chicks in canada can make a great income gettng with a dude having a kid then getting with other dudes and having them pay child support for same kid. Should be doing child support game there as bob shmitd and told em how you wanted to have kids and your a millionaire
Wouldn’t hurt to speak a little french, not fluency, but its good to know the light conversational basics (How are you? My name is…, I’m from…., Excuse my french, its not that good but…..) If you speak spanish, its quite easy to crossover to conversational French. I do not speak Spanish, but my fluency in French allows me to guess at vocabulary, pronuciation, and some superficial phrases. I’ve been able to open spanish speaking girls both in NYC and Marseille, France. I believe the reverse is true too. If you can speak Spanish, crack open the French code.
Every girl i have brought home, I have fucked …………. eventually. I enjoy kissing and all that. So I don’t care a whole lot how fast the clothes come off. Also I take off my own clothes before I take hers off. And at some point, i place her hand on my cock while kissing her. For a while we are kissing, groping making out etc while I am naked and she is fully clothed. And later I put my cock in her mouth. At some point it is clear she wants me to take her clothes off too, which I do. Roosh, I think you are rushing the whole taking her clothes off thing. There is such a thing as moving too fast. There are some girls I have fucked only the second time they came to my place. Yup, you be moving too fast speedy.
Message to French people in Canada……
GO BACK TO FRANCE
Incredible…. kudos to also write the not successful stories here. And I thought Montreal was the home-base of seductionguru DavidX. Times have changed.
Roosh, you must have had some really rough experiences with women in your past to be living your life like this.
good write up, brutally honest. much respect for that.
In my personal experience, when you do love turistry it’s better not to stay more than 2 or 3 days in a place. What I mean is the best thing is doing an intinerary that allows you to go in different places in a stretch of around 10 days. In this case, you are seen by girls as the charming and mysterious stranger who today is here and tomorrow who knows. If they are attracted by you, they know they have short time and will put out faster. Also, their feminine proud make them hope you decide to stay longer in their town instead of going in the next one (where you can find a better girl.)
I noticed this when I did a 10 days trip from Slovenia to Slovakia: in lubjana I met a girl through cs who after a coffee invited me to her house. Five days later, on the train to Hungary, I met a hungarian girl who started flirting and came to my hotel right after we arrived at the station.
The thing is also: when you see so many places in a short period of time, you have better energy and vibes, more enthusiasm, a brigher light in the eyes due to all the new things you are seeing, and so on.
I’m from Chicago originally and lived in Montreal for eight months (Le Plateau)…There is definitely something in the water there. The beautiful women are crawling out of the woodwork.
When I was a GI at Fort Drum, NY me and my buddies would try and go up there as often as possible. I never had any luck with the French-Canadian girls, but did wind up meeting by beautiful French wife there :)
i was there four days and got laid…gotta hit the hostels roosh. plus you’re obviously fallin off and ready to hang it up man..no shame in that, you had your run.
Learn some french, then you’re in like flint. Or get a french wingman.
Is it me or is this commentary chock full of betas?
Funny you should mention Croatian girls and Mistery (born Eric Horvat-Markovic) in the same article.
He’s a Canadian, from Toronto, but his last name suggests he’s of Croatian origin.
I’m a Montrealer and all I can say, go back to Montreal during summer, you will be amazed by the level of talent there. Montreal is always harder for one-nighters during winter and you would do better in college parties than actual bars. All the french girls were Quebecoises or from France?
Are these field reports real? They seem like a bunch of half ass attempts from a typical nice guy trying to come across as a friend, but (rightfully) getting blown out.
I think if you failed here, you have absolutely no game. As a woman myself, I know plenty of fine looking women looking to just hook up, no strings attached. 8′s & 9′s. But you need to be a catch and you sound like your coming off as a total d-bag.
First off, your going to what sounds like seedy gross bars & your expecting hot women to be there? You also mentioned no one out on St-Laurent which is total BS unless you were in the wrong part. St- Laurent & old port are full of higher end supper clubs & bars where the women are stunning and looking to have fun. But there are a few conditions:
• dress nicely. If you look like shit, you will attract shit, just saying. Pay attention to everything from your jacket to your shoes. It doesn’t have to be Hugo boss, but nice. Gorgeous women want a man who takes care of himself. You look like you buy your clothes from old navy. Step it up.
• buy a bottle if your with a wingman or buy a girl a drink. This may seem wasteful but honestly, a lot of hot girls won’t even look at you if you can’t even be bothered to buy them a drink.
• Try to mention something that shows your Ambitious or successful. A writer is a highly respected job, but traveling writer sounds like a hobo. Say something like I’ve been a writer for x yrs and have published x books getting my inspiration from these countries.
• stick to st Laurent, old Montreal for super hot women but you must go to more upscale places, or crescent or laval
for easier 6/7′s
I want to see a proper report on Montreal! This one is inaccurate to me, this city is built for partying, it sounds like you made some novice mistakes and need to try again.
Never had trouble hooking up when visiting Montreal though being able to speak French has probably helped me a lot. Sorry it didn’t work out for you but maybe that’s good cause Montreal girls are some of the craziest girls I’ve ever met..and not in the good way.
One of these days you should try to spend some days in Quebec City, it would probably give you a better idea about the French Canadian girls because Quebec City is not as multicultural as Montreal.
Ha Roosh -Opposite problem here. Can get laid in Canada easily. America? Disaster. Totally different games. Different culture.
Nothing shags harder than a Canadian woman in the middle of winter. Hint: Keep the mouth shut. Don’t sound like a salesman. Eyes are enough.
Oh -and the food -that’s the fuel for the sex… Feed her to charge up for the session (mini-date? -see its good things shut at 2 – so you aren’t too drunk to f*ck). Be a consummate and generous gentleman -in action, not hot air. Be mysterious, count on body language, smell. Make sure you have the best grub on the strip. She’ll be wet with anticipation.
“Shoulda Wrapped it up…”
-they are similar to Dutch chicks.
In America – I get ignored. Watching dudes duke it out for a freakin’ phone numbers looks like waaay too much work. Impressive car sales tactics holy crap. Full spectrum dominance / war. Full on infomercial quality play. All this would uncomfortably drive Canadian chicks away -they wouldn’t “buy it”. American women are more extreme -hardcore sluts, super conservative ’50′s throwbacks… Never know if you will be slapped or screwed. Anything could happen. Terrifying (do you offer a self defense portion to your course?). Dudes all jockeying for position with the latest practiced lines. Frustrating: Sluts with VD? no. Multi-dates? yawn… boring… Don’t want wife… no…
Impress me with good food and a blowjob (Canada)… ;-) -all you have to have is “manners”. Ferme La busch. Let the woman enjoy -by creating comfortable, safe space for her. -maybe a bit frustrating in that you have to wait on the female more -you can’t totally control this situation?
South African girls – now we are talking about some race cars… Crazy sex -super creative. Its cool to demand they bring you beer (Canadian girl will never to this). Great “man” culture.
Mid-winter -stupid time for Sex in Canada. Nothing else to do. Hard not to get them pregnant. Be careful!