PREVIOUSLY: Part 3

The line took forever. We were exposed to the São Paulo air, which wasn’t as polluted as so many others made it out to be. Maybe it’s worse at the height of summer. She started talking again and I heard “something something something meu namorado something something.” My boyfriend. Did I hear that right? Yes, I’m sure I did. My brain and ear complex is a scientific instrument that can pick out the word “boyfriend” is about a dozen languages.

“If we don’t see each other again after the flight, make sure you email me.”

“I will.”

But of course I was going to wait for her after we landed. I just didn’t want to tell her that.

The flight was under two hours. I dozed in an out of a light sleep, thinking of her most of the time. When I went to the bathroom in front of the plane I glanced back and saw her hat poking up in a window seat. She seemed to be reading her workbook. It’s happening a lot recently where I think, “She’s the prettiest girl I’ve ever talked to,” and I’m not sure if that really is the truth or if my memory is getting more faulty as I age, but at that moment she had the title. Of course I was going to Argentina and who knows who I’d meet there, but to know that my little tentacles were beginning to wrap around this one made me feel… good. I like to think I don’t need validation from women, but our completely innocent two hours together was validating me more than a third of the women I’ve had sex with. I know she’s just another human being, with her own issues, insecurities, and flaws, and that somewhere there is “a guy who is tired of fucking her,” but I wanted the clean shot to be that guy myself.

The plane landed and I walked out of the boarding tunnel and then made a right turn down the hallway and then a U-turn down the escalator. I waited next to a column. I wanted to see the surprise on her face when she caught sight of me after thinking I had left.

For being only nine rows back it seemed to take forever for her to come out. I played with my phone for a bit and then looked up and saw her coming down. We made eye contact and she let out a huge smile, and I smiled back.

“You waited,” she said.

“Yup only for you.”

Three minutes.

“So do you have someone here to pick you up?” I asked.

“No my dad was supposed to but he couldn’t. I will try to call him.”

“So I have to get my bags and check in again with another airline. TAM doesn’t go to Córdoba.”

“Do you have a lot of bags?”

“Only two but they’re insanely heavy. One is a backpack and I think it’s time to get a bag with wheels. But I feel like a strong man when I carry everything on my back. So are these all your bags?” She had one little wheeled suitcase, a plastic bag with the name of a chocolate shop I’ve seen in Rio, a small handbag, and a duffel bag.

“Yeah this is it. I was only in São Paulo for three days.”

“Mmhmm four days for me.”

“When does your flight leave?”

“In a little less than two hours.”

“So you have to check in soon.”

“Yes I guess so.” We had taken slow steps from the escalator and stopped in the middle of the baggage claim hall. Another flight had just been let out and not far off was a large crowd waiting behind the arrivals glass.

Two minutes.

“It’s a shame that we don’t live in the same city.” I said it as earnestly as I possibly could, so she could pick up on what I was really trying to tell her.

“Yes but we’ll keep in touch.”

“Yes but… ” But you know this is it right? How long is our little email conversation gonna go for? One month if we’re lucky. When am I coming back to Porto Alegre? In two years when you’re married, with a kid? Right, we’ll keep in touch.

“Yes we’ll definitely keep in touch,” I said. “And soon you’ll write to me in English.”

“But you have to keep writing in Portuguese to practice.”

“I’ll forget everything by then, though back in the States I know of a couple Brazilian stores. I can go there to say a few words, buy some açaí pulp and guarana syrup to make my own açaí like they do in Rio. I wonder if they have queijo minas too…”

Neither of us broke eye contact. For a second it felt like she was stuck and couldn’t move. I heard the baggage belt begin turning and squeaking.

One minute.

“It was really nice meeting you,” I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.

“It’s only one kiss right?”

“Yes, one,” she said.

“But in Rio there’s two. I heard in some parts of France there’s four. That’s a bit much maybe.”

She just looked at me. I noticed my hand was gently holding onto the underside of her left arm, near her elbow. She didn’t move it away.

“Well if I visit Porto Alegre one day you’ll have to be my personal guide.”

“Of course! And if I visit Washington…”

“Of course.”

“Well I guess I have to get my bags now.”

“Yes go ahead. Make sure you email me!”

“I will in a couple days.”

“Okay then.”

“Goodbye.” I squeezed her arm and walked away. Twenty seconds later my mind seizured with doubt and thoughts of what I could have done differently, but by the time I turned around she was gone.

Three days later I sat down to send her an email. She wrote her address in very bad handwriting and I couldn’t make out several characters. I tried a couple combinations, but they all got returned.

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I was anxious just reading the story. Nice work.

Damm!

“I want to be the guy who gets tired of fucking you”

My new romantic close catch phrase for the summer…. THANKS!

This story I guess was just for the ladies. Delayed April fools? I’m pretty sure I remembered reading this awhile back:

“I have brought home a girl who lives in a million dollar mansion (her father is a renowned doctor), a soap opera actress, a stage actress”

The dialouge was just too wussy for Roosh.

man, seems like you had a chance for a makeout. of course hindsight…

The Rookie’s last blog post: Worst. Rookie. Mistake. Ever..

@ Nice One Roosh

Maybe. But he’s written before about how game can be a double-edged sword. Being 100% jaded isn’t a good thing.

I’ve only just started down this path. But I’m still having a hard time getting up for girls who don’t engage me a emotionally at least a little bit.

I haven’t decided yet whether that’s a feature or a bug.

I thought for sure there would be sex on the plane, but it was still a good story. Just with a sad ending. I also agree that it doesn’t quite seem Roosh like in dialogue and actions. It is fun to pick out what could have been done differently.

Culdcept’s last blog post: Slacking and Goals.

damn

Roosh your writing is getting really really good. These kinds of experiences are nothing new, yet you really had me hanging on every word.

Next time, go for the airport make-out. I think you realized that you should have at the time, but why didnt you? You’ll never see her again, so why not? If you leave on that high, you’ll stay on her mind for a while and make it much more likely that you two will happen to cross paths in the future.

Man, this will break anoukange’s heart. Haha.

man, seems like you had a chance for a makeout. of course hindsight…

Yeah, but what would be the point if you couldn’t follow up or close the deal? Unless you like makeouts for the sake of makeouts. Never been a fan of them personally..

T. AKA Ricky Raw’s last blog post: Public Opinion Is An Alpha Proxy.

I have had this exact same situation (more or less) happen before.

The truth is, no matter how tight your Game is, no matter how much success you have had in the past, if you are trying to swoop a girl that is incredibly stunning, you can still blow it.

The Game is so mental. Especially with other worldly beauties.

To give a little analysis, here is where Roosh lost it:

““She’s the prettiest girl I’ve ever talked to,” and …, but at that moment she had the title.”

I would bet that the time on the plane flight, the thoughts, and the loss of momentum made the Game suffer. Its completely human.

Like I said, I have had this same situation happen before. Its painful.

If only the person (or computer) that decides the seats would have sat you two together…

The best thing to do is to keep this fresh in your memory, so next time the situation presents itself, you strike.

- MPM

The G Manifesto’s last blog post: The Future of Nightlife Game?.

T,

“Yeah, but what would be the point if you couldn’t follow up or close the deal? Unless you like makeouts for the sake of makeouts. Never been a fan of them personally..”

True.

It would give you another “foothold”. And in this case, where the girl has a boyfriend, it could be an all-important foothold.

Either way, its times like this that make you wonder how much that luck and the universe play in swooping.

- MPM

The G Manifesto’s last blog post: The Future of Nightlife Game?.

Damn, and that’s how it ends.

She seemed like a cool chick. Too bad you’ll probably never see her again.

Willy Wonka’s last blog post: The Guy With No Game.

True.

It would give you another “foothold”. And in this case, where the girl has a boyfriend, it could be an all-important foothold.

My thought on the matter..you push the makeout, she goes home to her boyfriend, guilt kicks in, she gets regrets, doesn’t return your letters and decides to nip it in the bud. She can’t lie to herself and say “he’s just a friend.” I’d rather save the makeout, if it was to happen, for an opportunity where I could have sex. That way if she has guilt or regrets after, she’s already to “pot-comitted” for it to matter.

T. AKA Ricky Raw’s last blog post: Public Opinion Is An Alpha Proxy.

Not saying the foothold strategy doesn’t possibly work. Just that it could backfire too.

T. AKA Ricky Raw’s last blog post: Public Opinion Is An Alpha Proxy.

Easy come , Easy go.

Just gotta get her to DC in the near future.

T,

“My thought on the matter..you push the makeout, she goes home to her boyfriend, guilt kicks in, she gets regrets, doesn’t return your letters and decides to nip it in the bud.”

Very true as well.

Just shows how tricky the Game can be.

- MPM

The G Manifesto’s last blog post: The Future of Nightlife Game?.

This is kind of a short story in the style of James Joyce or JD Salinger. Well done Roosh.

I’m disappoint

good story.

best luck in argentina.

I’ve had a number of encounters like that in the airport/plane. When you idealize a situation like this, not much good can come of it. Memories will fade, and you will soon meet your next target that will make you forget about the last. Not many options for the airport/plane encounters, particularly if you have different destinations. You can:

a) Get her email and try to make something happen in the future – not very likely if it’s someone you met at another country (like you said, conversation will most likely fade out)

b) Strike it while its hot – tell her you want that tour of her city now, and you’re willing to push back your trip for a day or two. You don’t have much to lose, and a lot more to gain.

My sad story is similar but goes a little further. Met an amazing girl in Rio, felt an instant connection with her (not the first time I was in Rio, and she wasn’t the first gal I met in Rio…just putting that out there). We spent a few days together. Even tho there was a bit of a language barrier between us, it didn’t stop that connection from growing. On the last day of my stay, I was direct about wanting to see her again, and asked her to visit me in California. I thought of her on the way to the airport, and on the long flight back. When I returned home, she had already written to me. The first week of my return, we wrote frequently. She would include a new picture of her with each email.

I think we both tried to sustain our connection, but over time, we started writing less and less frequently. Eventually it trailed off and faded out. Who knows if things would have turned out differently if I had put more effort. My attention turned to local girls when I returned, as its difficult to keep the momentum over emails for someone thousands of miles away. Not worth debating on what could have been…

Reading this story was like watching an eric rohmer movie. 90 minutes of anticipation, no payoff. kept me captivated though. much, much better than the sour dsl story.

Aaaargh. How frustrating. I do appreciate your honesty however. There is nobody to really check you so I’m sure you could’ve embellished a bit more. Everybody likes a happy ending. Oh well.

svdog’s last blog post: Those Magic Days.

This is one of the things i like about ROOSH…the refreshing honesty. You could have embellished it and make yourself sound super-human, but you didnt. If this were being written by roissy, he will load it up with “i made her spin around me”…”i made her dance to invisible tango”…”she got on her knees and blow me…” etcetera. Mr. i-am-so-neurotic-i-must-never-show-weakness. Partial fakey.

Good job, rooshv, you keep it real on the other hand.

I’m trying to compare this to your sour DSL story. For some reason I enjoyed this one more.

That’s it???? You wrote all that just to say a pretty girl talked to you on the flight and gave you the wrong email???

Duuude…

Roosh, your ability & honesty as a writer is impressive. Keep up the good work.

Like another reader wrote, I was wondering if you could’ve rescheduled your departure flight, although doing so might’ve shown her so much desire that it weakened your negotiating position.
Also, sometimes one can manage to trade seats on the plane, but again, it might unnerve her to see your determination to be with her. Sometimes it’s worth taking that risk, when otherwise you’ll have no shot with her. She might respond very well. Of course it helps, when you make a move like that, to show a shrugging ‘eh, what the hell’ grinning attitude as you’re doing it, like all you want is the fun of the moment (not ‘I’m falling in love with you and hoping we stay together for the next 48 hours’). (I’m not criticizing how Roosh handled it, just saying a guy’s tone could determine whether the same tactic succeeds or fails).

The only real advice I might offer (unsolicitied of course) in that situation is to make sure you can read her email address as soon as she gives it to you, and make sure she has YOUR contact info (I don’t recall if you did or not).

My similar experience paid off because we escalated from email to phone, then to her coming to visit me. If it’s going to remain email only, you’d better soon intro the discussion of planning when one of you will come visit the other. Even if the visit cannot/won’t happen for months, the semi-plan might prevent the exchange from slowing to a stop.

Good story Roosh. I appreciated the inrospective, semi-philosophical bits (along with the rest of it).

*hugs* Sorry Roosh. For many reasons that go back to 2001, I hope the next one doesn’t leave. My best wishes.

-Yakov

Airport Game, Bus Terminal Game… good places to practice while killing waiting time. Many gorgeous chicks work at airports.

First DSL and now this… Every time a sober pretty girl talks to you you fall in love without even fuking. You and your buddy G need to unglue yourselves from computers to impress Internet kids with your theories.

One further thought — if you still have the illegible email address she wrote down for you, you could ask other people to read it. Sometimes another pair of eyes will read bad handwriting differently than you do, and solve the mystery.

“It was really nice meeting you,” I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.
“It’s only one kiss right?”
“Yes, one,” she said.
“But in Rio there’s two. I heard in some parts of France there’s four. That’s a bit much maybe.”

That’s the most pathetic thing I’ve ever read, up there with your Pizza Game video. BETA. Kids, do you seriously believe he’s some kind of a seduction master after that?

Very beta, indeed.

How come your blog is full of failures? The only successful sex you describe is with sheep? Don’t tell me it’s because we “learn from mistakes,” I ain’t bying that. If you were such a success with women, you could post about a few successfull encounters so we could learn what you did RIGHT.

LMAO @ 27

I was thinking this story would culminate in Roosh getting his first notch at 35,000ft. Oh well. The ending wasn’t what I was expecting, but that’s cool. At least the blog isn’t being predictable.

I wouldn’t beat yourself up over it. I’ve had situations where it didn’t turn out the way I hoped, then I sit there analyzing from a thousand different angles trying to figure out if I’d said X when she said Y, maybe the outcome would be different. You can drive yourself nuts with this stuff. Best to just let it go. I don’t think this was a problem of game, it was a problem of logistics. There’s only so much you can reasonably do in any given situation. Just take solace in the fact that in a month from now, you’ll have forgotten about her.

1) When you are back in DC, will you live in Dad’s basement?
2) Will you be looking for a job? (I know you said you don’t like 9-5 and economy is bad right now anyway)
3) Do you expect you’ll be able to deal with DC women, since your sexual stock will be basement level of what it was in SoAmerica?

The story was good, but the ending was great.

A couple years ago, I met a cute girl on a flight out of Charlotte. She was sitting next to me and I opened her up with “I don’t like talking to people on flights, so if you talk to me I’m going to pretend I don’t speak English.” We talked the whole way to our destination and I got her number and email on a piece of paper. I lost it on the trip.

Vincent Ignatius’s last blog post: Seduction Props.

@ 27 –> 1+

We all meet pretty girls all over the place and so what? This story has nothing memorable to it, at least not enough to spend time writing – or reading. And the close is totally amateurish.

I can totally sympathize with this situation. I was in Venezuela last month and had a flight to Cartagena. At the airport I met a Veenzuelan girl and started talking to her in spanish. Like Roosh, I kept thinking I would run out of things to say but managed a conversation for a couple of hours. I number closed at the airport in Colombia and as I had only been speaking spanish for a couple months that I had just run some tight game and felt great about it. It was Wednesday at the time and she told me to call her Saturday to go out drinking. I ended up having alot of success with girls over the next three days and when I called her by Saturday she seemed a bit hesitant about the thing (I’m pretty sure she had a boyfriend) and told me to call her later. I weighed my options and decided not to call back, that my odds were better just going out. I ended up pulling that night but I still would have liked to have seen that girl.

I guess the point is, as mentioned by G Manifesto is that no matter how tight you run game on the girl there is always the chance that something will go wrong. The problem with running game while travelling is when you get to your destination there’s always a kind of “what now?” feeling which makes it hard to close. And as mentioned, you can get the number but it’s easy for the girl to get cold feet. There is also the dilemna of striking there and then but for those who have travelled in South America you’ll find the girls are often alot more conservative and live at home, which doesn’t really make that a plausible option. Through my experiences, your best bet most of the time is taking the number and hoping for the best. It really is fucking annoying to be in a situation like that where you know you have run good game on a hot South American girl while travelling only to have logistics mess everything up. Great story Roosh.

“Twenty seconds later my mind seizured with doubt and thoughts of what I could have done differently, but by the time I turned around she was gone.”

Thanks for writing this. Been there.

“And you read all 4,000 words of it. Thanks for the support. :)”

The answer of an arrogant jerk.

I agree with Beaver, that’s why I like your blog. Well done and better luck next time. This actually happened to me exept our seats where together. It felt like I won the lottery. I got her MySpace and added her but it didn’t go farther than that because I think I didnt develop enough rappor while we sat together.

so what’s the moral of the story?

CLIFFS:

Part 1. Roosh meets a pretty girl at the airport.

Part 2. He claims to be a writer; she claims to be an actress.

Part 3. They talk some more.

Part 4. Still talking. She allows him to kiss her on the cheek once for entertaining her; gives him illegible email that later bounces in various combinations; and leaves.

Moral of the story: Shampoo is not your enemy when tryin’ to be a smooth pimp daddy.

fuck people, its just a story. the man isn’t god…. I am.

43 Hamster
“And you read all 4,000 words of it. Thanks for the support. :)”

“The answer of an arrogant jerk.”

And you expected an intelligent answer from a Master of Buddhist and Epicurean wisdom?

this is a yawner, creative writing 101…

if the girl seriously wanted to hear from you ever again she would have made sure her email address was perfectly legible.

Wow, people are such tough baddass haters when they’re on the conveniently hidden Internet …. writing from their smelly couch in northern Michigan. Chill out, it’s a story about a single solitary day in the life of a bro. It’s not a Pulitzer submission.

What experiences, what risks, what countries did you traverse this week?

She just blew you off.. like that perfect girl I meet in the shopping center in Rio, they are good actors and she even did it professionally..

I felt the pain in the last sentence… ouch..

Airport adventures are VERY hard unless you are both staying in the same town for a few days.

Casanova said that the best cure for a girl is to find a prettier girl. You are in South America where pretty, stylish and feminine girls are everywhere.

I’m sure you’ll be ok once you pull one of those tan, sexy Argentine birds.

Argentine birds are whiter than your ass, Jim. Not much tan around here this time of year.

A good anecdote. Not every story can, or should, end with a victory. This is a teaching site, after all.

No matter how good a guy is, the logistics of that interaction were a game killer. Unless your banging her in the bathroom on the flight, which would be impossible to pull off unless you could game her the entire flight sitting next to her (and even then, depends on the girl and I think is more of a fantasy scenario than practical), then you have no other chance to do much of anything. Hooking up in the airport, after that short interaction, isn’t a very good look. If she rejects it, which many women would do to the lack of time spent, there is no chance of anything in the future.

Lost opportunities are hard to stomach when the girl is idealized. As you know, just focus on the fact that you had some good practice with a very hot and desirable girl. The next one that comes along, with good logistics, is all yours.

The only thing that I would have done differently is game her a little harder / more direct upon leaving her, to give her something to think about and wet her panties a bit upon leaving. After all, you had nothing to lose. Then, maybe she makes a better effort to keep in touch and hook up in the future.

“Well if I visit Porto Alegre one day you’ll have to be my personal guide, which means taking me out to dinner and making sure I have a great time / being my arm candy / being sexy for me /( choose the line that is calibrated to the girl. some may not be culturally acceptable? substitute appropriate direct line)”

“Of course! And if I visit Washington…”

“I’ll be your slave for the week” (good because it can suggest the sexual without saying it. Its meaning can be interpreted various ways. or tell her that she will be treated to the best if she comes. While I would never tell most american girls that, I think its more acceptable to lure foreign girls with promises of good treatment. It can be a direct route into their pants.

“Well I guess I have to get my bags now.”

“Yes go ahead. Email me, beautiful / sweetie.”

“I will in a couple days.”

“Okay then.”

The reason I continue to read ROOSHV is that he refuses to be exactly what the readers what. He evolves. He takes risks and is equally open to sharing lessons from his successes and failures.

“Argentine birds are whiter than your ass, Jim. Not much tan around here this time of year.”

I meant tan in the fact that most Argentine girls are of Italian/Spanish origin and have that nice olive skin.

Solid story, Roosh… I’m glad I’m not the only one that has this kind of shit happen to them.

For the Roosh critics: Would you rather he just made things up? The genius in his writing is the brutal honesty.

Justin’s last blog post: Lalibela, Ethiopia.

What was her name if she´s been in 3 movies?

Well, probably she doesn’t exist. Like every other girl he’s supposed to have banged. Don’t believe this a-hole. He just likes to make up stories and you people actually think he’s being real. Bunch of losers!

I’m in Colombia and the last thing I thought would ever happen to me was having some girl talking to me about this Jesus- kind of looking – guy, who ended up being this jerk.

I’ll probably should tell Roosh’s story in cali and medellin. He’s actually very known around here, or at least with people I met, and believe me: it’s NOT because he’s got tight game! He’s another ass who writes about game. And you idiots buy his books, well done!

Next time….custom made suit to seal the deal.

Nah, seriously..good human story roosh!

I just watched your King Size YouTube video. It was really funny! Hehe! You look cute with the long shaggy hair!

Has anyone here tried GOMAD? Gallon of Milk A Day. Trying to put on weight and convert my new pounds to muscle.

He’s actually very known around here, or at least with people I met, and believe me: it’s NOT because he’s got tight game! He’s another ass who writes about game.

You already have haters down there. You’re definitely doing something right!

Vincent Ignatius’s last blog post: Girl tries to game Vincent. Vincent wins!.

not the tightest game I’ve seen. Better luck next time!

Roosh is actually known in Colombia as a guy who visits prostitutes and partakes in cocaine.

Has anyone tried GOMAD? I am trying to put on weight and convert that weight to muscle so that I can get six pack abs. Thank you.

Roosh, are you familiar with the website IMDb.com?
Internet Movie Data Base.
If you enter a search for a particular actor, it often gives you the name of the agency giving the actor professional respresentation, the manager, contact info, birth date, etc, etc.
Perhaps you could contact her through her agency or management.
I know it’s a bit of a longshot, but why not try?

You know her name? Watch the movie, is it her? If you feel strongly about her, you have to be a freaking man about it and go after her. THAT will impress her.

Aren’t you just roaming around South America anyway? Why couldn’t you bend your schedule to hers? After all, she is an important actress.

There’s all sorts of possibilities as to what happened. She “mentioned” her boyfriend late in the conversation, right? Obviously, she could have just be letting you down easy.

Or maybe she has a life and doesn’t see what a foreigner with whom she can barely communicate would begin to fit into her life and decided to give you the fake email.

Bad, bad game. I would’ve banged her for sure!

Guys, you know there’s more than one pretty girl in the world, right? What’s the point of all this beta shit about going out of your way and tracking her down?

It’s HER loss

Awesome post as usual

This teaches a valuable lesson: no matter how good you are at something, stuff can and will go wrong.

I am sure most guys would not have made it as far as you. Some people have to realize that while game is very real, it also isn’t everything and it isn’t guaranteed to work with every girl.

I mean look at Tiger- he had everything (money,fame,alpha status, sponsorships) and look at how far he fell (lost sponsorship deals, public shame, etc)

oh.. and

it is her loss

“LOOK AT TIGER”

Tiger is still doing ok my friend.

I will assume that things are rather slow for you to write a 4 part piece of fiction. No that story did not happen because I know that Brazilian and SA females, who are beautiful and who are actresses are NOT that engaging in real life to strangers, period. The giveaway was the whole scenario smacks of something partially stolen from an old Penthouse Forum entry, which are also works of fiction. The dialog also is too gringo-esque. You can go ahead and insists this story is true and fool some of your less astute readers, but I know otherwise.

Who cares if it’s real or not, this is a goddamn blog on the internetz. The story was NICE.
I’m sure everyone can relate; I have also met several girls while on flights, with one I’m still friends (never got the notch, though) and with others it’s been the same experience as Roosh had. This is the point of a good story, to evoke feelings, and this one made me feel right like it was me experiencing this all over again. Thumbs up Roosh!

@ Stone
“Who cares if its real…”
Ahh dude supposedly Roosh’s blog is a journal of his real life experiences. That made up story essentially does not belong here, pure and simple.

Looks like you better start studying up on your Brazilian movies!

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Dude, wtf is wrong with you?

You need to do something with your life, and stop looking for validation from random internet people and women who give you fake emails.

Also, your writing is not good.

Here’s some free advice, do the pre reqs, you may already have them from microbio, take MCAT, go to med school, and stop being an OCD weirdo.

Do something useful.

Cockblocked by the cosmos, damn … OK, now I want to see her IMDB page.

“I tried a couple combinations, but they all got returned.”

Heh, write a computer program that generates combinations automatically and tries them. Not that hard :) Seriously, email me if you want help.

I was a tour guide at a popular international tourist destination for several years, and this story just hits too close to home.

Great writing, Roosh.

“It was really nice meeting you,” I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.
Hands down best part, beta behavior or not:

“It’s only one kiss right?”

“Yes, one,” she said.

“But in Rio there’s two. I heard in some parts of France there’s four. That’s a bit much maybe.”

She just looked at me. I noticed my hand was gently holding onto the underside of her left arm, near her elbow. She didn’t move it away.”

That last part had my little beta heart beating out of my chest.

Wow! This was a really great story. And, as cliched as it sounds, I think that it happened just as it should have. It couldn’t have gone anywhere further because of the different life and paths, but it was a charming experience. If you’ve maybe seen the movies “Before Sunrise” and “Before Sunset”, I think they’re a good parallel – not all good things need a happy ending to be happy :)

Sounds like you were on a budget. I’d have stayed if I could-where there is a will…. How could you buckle on the email addy?
could have asked to switch seats with the other person as well…
rookie moves…
Brazilian chicks with boyfriends don’t strike up conversations just to strike them up – you might be Mr. Porto Alegre by now – better than tagging random uninteresting ass and having to listen to them jabber on.
And this chick was connected – you’d have been sorted out.
Some decent content though man on this site etc.
Keep it up and best of luck.

Daaaaammmmmmnnnnnn….i felt kinda sad just reading that

nice one roosh! too bad it wasn’t meant to be, but it made for a great story. reminds me of how badly i need to get back to brazil.

nice story.. i couldnt stop reading
too bad for you that you couldnt contact her, i think she gave you a wrong adress on purspose. If im bored and someone nice talks with me i have no problem, i found it flattering. But then again some people doesnt know how to be rude, so she probably enjoyed your talking but didnt like you in terms of sex, so to finish in well terms she gave you a fake adress.
I did that to a nice but not so atractive guy once :s

Thanks for your honest. Anyone can say all they have to do is walk into a bar and get a new girl sleep with them each day. I read you blog because I believe you tell the truth. Keep it truthful, but the stories shorter if nothing happens.

Man, i´m from porto alegre, a real gem in terms of womem quality. Sad story though. Would you mind telling her name or any fim she has been on?

Porto Alegre is my favourite city in Brazil… I’ve lived there for a year… The nicest girls in Brazil. The whole Rio Grande do Sul state is amazing. Coming back to Rio was traumatic… I’m thinking about moving back there after travelling the world for a while.

OMG, that’s sad! I travel a lot and it always happens to me. I meet a nice guy and that’s it! :( I really wish you had kissed her or something :(

u could have asked the person next to her to trade seats with u

Nicola is right. You should have stayed. Destiny doesn’t always do favors. When you find a beautiful and good one and you click, seize the day! You would be a happy man in Porto Alegre if you had stayed, is the feeling I got.

I think it’s a really good story. It sort of ripped my heart, and I was scrolling down in the PDF looking for the continuation.

I know this story. Bad emails. Bad handwriting. The connection was there – sometimes this shit just happens, and it’s hard making sure that you really can contact the girl again.

Who knows what could’ve been?

[Since nothing happened - maybe you'd like to share a photo with us? :)]

Finally, I met my ex-girlfriend, the most meaningful one, in an airport. I was totally beta, and she had a boyfriend, but we did end up together eventually. So maybe that is why this touched me so much.

Roosh can understand when a woman has a boyfriend in about a dozen of languages. LOL That is exactly why he will never land a good looking female because he is BETA and women can see through the complex scientific instrument (<—- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA) as women don't have an instrument but strong intuition. Dude, there's nothing wrong in being beta. But in the case that you are this great pick-up guru it is a problem.. Hahahahaha….. I congratulate you RooshBörek, you are the leader of beta-males!

I will continue reading because this dude Börek can make me laugh but I will cry if he is serious about this.

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