PREVIOUSLY: PART ONE
When the Iranian girl went to dance with her friends, I approached a cute girl who turned out to be American. She gave me the meanest face as I went through my opening line. It looked like she was utterly disgusted with me and couldn’t wait to update her Facebook status about how a big loser just hit on her. We talked for a quick minute about where we were from and then she walked away. I didn’t neg her or say anything rude. I hadn’t approached an American girl in 17 months so I forget how they could be unnecessarily bitchy. When she was back with her friends, I overheard her tell them, “I don’t know, like, what I got from that conversation.”
A second later an Asian guy tapped me on the shoulder. “Excuse me, are you Roosh?”
I like to think my ego is pretty low, but I always get a kick out of getting recognized in a different country. Now I can add Finland to the existing list: Brazil, Argentina, Poland, Estonia, Latvia, and the USA. While most people who recognize me have known about my work for some time, Jon only stumbled on my blog two weeks prior when looking for advice on nailing Polish girls.
When I’m on a flag mission, I prefer to roll solo. It’s rare that any other guy will have the identical mission that I have, so it’s best to work independently until getting my flag. Only then can I be more social and interact with other men. While Jon definitely wanted to get laid, I knew he wasn’t as singularly focused as I was after he complained about the music. The type of music doesn’t even register on my radar when flag hunting. They can play bluegrass for all I care as long as there are receptive girls. We talked for a bit and exchanged data on what we had experienced in Helsinki so far.
The Iranian came back. She was pretty drunk at that point so I figured she was so horny that she didn’t care if I was breaking Jante Law. I shut my mouth and let her talk while I nodded and touched. Then I nodded and touched some more. It didn’t take long for us to kiss. Jon probably thought I was the best player in the world for kissing her so fast, not knowing that I talked to her earlier. The kissing was more sensual than I would have expected and my boner achieved full mast.
“We’re not having sex tonight,” she said. “I’m on my period.”
“I don’t care, I’ll drink the blood,” I replied. She smiled. I think that made me seem more egalitarian.
There was a time when a bleeding vagina would kill the notch, but I’ve long since stopped caring. Now I let the girl know that I’m an old man who doesn’t get bothered by a little (or a lot) of blood, that I have a towel and we shouldn’t let some normal human biological function get in the way of fun sex. She left for her friends again but it was on better terms. She kept looking back at me. For good measure I casually flirted with another girl so she’d get jealous.
The lights came on. I bumped into the Iranian and said, “Did you meet a guy cooler than me?”
“No,” she said.
“Do you want to have a drink at my place?” One of her friends already left with a guy. I would usually have to say a few extra routines to an Eastern European girl to get her to agree, along with a monologue meant to broadcast I’m not a serial rapist, but it wasn’t necessary in this case.
“Where do you live?” she asked.
“I live next to the Kampii station.”
“Wow that’s close,” she said. I passed the logistics part of the game. The next step was to try to convince her remaining friend that I would “take care” of her, but even that wasn’t necessary. She simply told her friend “We’re going this way, bye” and that was that. It was the coldest goodbye to a girlfriend that I had seen.
Before I go to any city, I geolocate the most popular clubs on a map. Then I seek out lodgings that are within walking distance of those clubs. While I found places in Helsinki that were $30 a night cheaper than my apartment, they were over a mile away. My place was about half a mile from the action. I find that no girl objects to a mere ten minute walk, even in heels.
Once in my place, she wanted to get right down to business. No foreplay. I put down a towel, got her naked, put on a condom, and started going to town. Because she said she liked being dominant, I was a little worried she’d whip out a strap-on dildo and try to fuck me in the ass, or at least diddle my anus, but she was one of the most submissive girls I’ve ever had in bed. She told me to pull her hair harder even though physically I was pulling as hard as I possibly could. I had her neck all the back and she was yelling for me to give her more violence. I rode her like an old mule and she loved it. After I came I felt like I just got off a roller coaster, but with blood.
In the morning she got dressed and went straight to the door. I made a move to get up and she said, “You don’t have to get up, goodbye.” She left and I never saw her again.
I went to a new bar where I met up with Jon. We both agreed that there were a lot of girls, but the logistics were all fucked up: the music was loud and the girls were seated within large groups of friends. We went to a college bar nearby where there were three guys for every girl. When time is of the essence, you have to make mission critical decisions on whether you can get laid or not from a venue. A phone number or even make-out is not enough.
The choice was made to return to Millionaire Club. It was half as full as the night before, but the girls were more accessible than in the other venues. It’s not always the quantity of girls available in a venue, but if you are able to spit game on them. Jon disagreed. He left me behind and went back to the first bar.
I did my approaches and eventually made out with a girl who had broad swimmer shoulders, but I couldn’t isolate her. I approached another girl when the lights came in and it seemed to be going well, but she eventually told me she had a boyfriend.
On my walk home Jon messaged me to say he had a “Thai buffet” and to come to his hotel room. He met three Thai girls and they were having a little afterparty. I didn’t yet have a Thai flag, so I hauled ass over there.
Jon was working on the cutest girl, but the second-cutest was not too bad, about a 6 with a typical petite Thai body. The third girl was a total beast. The girls were dancing in the room but Jon didn’t attempt to isolate his girl. I was unable to exchange more than a few sentences with mine. The girls left, and I apologized to Jon in case I fucked up his game. He said it was all good, which keyed me in that he was a generous guy who put bros before hoes.
After the girls left, Jon showed me some pictures of girls he banged from Thailand, Singapore, Indonesia, and Japan. His conquests appeared less Asian that I would have guessed—they had a half-white look. He told me how they are thin, feminine, have great attitudes, and take care of their men. As a white man he said I shouldn’t find it too hard, but that I would have to shave my beard. I never had a natural attraction for Asian girls, but his selection was respectable. I feel like I’m at the point where I have to go to Asia not just for myself but for my readership, as if it’s my destiny.
The one thing I’ve always loved about travel is how visiting one country can open the door to others you never thought of, changing your entire life in the process. When I was in Brazil, I met a Danish guy who caused me to visit Denmark for two months. In Denmark I met an Estonian girl who caused me to visit Estonia. In Estonia I learned a lot of about Finland (only a short ferry ride away), causing me to visit Helsinki even after my bad Scandinavian experience in Denmark. And now in Finland I was meeting a guy who made a very strong case for Asia. If you were to make a list of ten countries you want to visit right now, it will completely change only one or two countries into your trip.
If it was any other Wednesday night, I would have considered it interesting and moderately successful, but for a Finnish flag mission the night was a failure. I had three nights left.
CONTINUED: PART THREE