PREVIOUSLY: PART 1
Once outside, my first approach was on a girl walking behind me. What I did was pause at the intersection, stare at my phone confusingly, and wait for her to catch up before hitting her with my night street opener (“Can you recommend a bar that is still open?”). She didn’t know of a place but kept engaging me. I knew it had potential because a girl will not talk to a man at 5am for no reason.
“Do you mind if I walk with you for a bit?” I asked.
“Sure, no problem.”
I was starting to believe I could pull, but then a few minutes into the walk she said, “Well there are my friends, bye.” Up ahead there were two girls staring at me.
I was encouraged. I started to reminisce about my Iceland bangs and how approaching lone girls late at night was also effective in Estonia. I thought about how this leads to the most anonymous sex possible, even more so than the internet. There are no witnesses and no information of the interaction is logged on a computer.
Halfway to my apartment, a lone girl was walking towards me. She had bangs, which was a good sign, but up close she was a 5.5 at most. Under no circumstance would I approach her in the club. She was wearing running shoes and some sort of smock for a coat. I approached her more out of habit than a desire to sleep with her.
She took my approach a little too well and we buckled down for a ten minute chat on the street. She was bangable, but barely. The best parts about her were her bangs and full lips. I decided not to go for it.
“Well I guess you’re tired and want to go. I don’t want to hold you all night on the street,” I said.
“We could go somewhere else,” she replied.
I must admit that something inside me comes alive when I know it’s going to be an easy bang. Before she made the offer I was reluctant to go through with it, but now that she made it clear I wouldn’t have to work, I got excited about the prospect of sex.
I suggested we walk to my place for a drink. Once there I made two screwdrivers. We sat on the couch and talked for ten minutes about how Sweden is gender neutral, and then we fucked. Meet to bang took about 30 minutes.
Her body wasn’t fat but she was stout. She had absolutely no curves. Her ass was flat. She may have been the only girl I had sex with who kept her ass fully flexed during the act, which made it seem even flatter. She made almost no noise. The sex was mechanical. Her lips were nice, however. I got my nut and after that I tried to sleep next to her but couldn’t. I felt like there was a thing on my bed that I needed to get rid of.
I moved to the couch. I wanted to take a shower. I felt superior in the club to the foreign guys who I thought were getting mediocre quality, and then I went and did the same thing. I didn’t feel so superior now.
A lot of negative thoughts went through my mind as I lay on the couch. That I was dumpster diving. That I was passing on relationships with good girls to bang what was currently on my bed. That I was on the road to associating sex with negative feelings and uncomfortable situations. That getting a good night’s sleep was better than this. That I was just in another country I didn’t like with a girl I didn’t care for.
My line of thought started to veer into just quitting the game entirely, but then I asked myself, “If she was pretty, and you liked her, would you still feel bad?” No, it’s only with these mediocre girls I fuck from one of my “I gotta get laid tonight” missions.
She got up in the morning and put on her clothes. “You’re leaving?” I asked, feigning surprise. She said she had to do some things. I was polite and asked for her phone number. She gave me a little kiss and then thankfully was gone from my life forever. I felt like my apartment was infected. I started cleaning—the dishes, the bed, the bathroom. I took a shower. I wanted to remove any trace that she was there. I wanted to repress this bang in my memory like I have many others.
I slept for much of the afternoon and got up feeling a little better. I distracted myself with some work then went to the coffee shop at around 8pm. Jenny was working the cash register, smiling like is usually the case.
“You’re always smiling,” I greeted her. “You seem like a happy person.”
“I am happy!”
“So tell me what is a good drink for someone who is tired and needs a bit of energy. Something that gives you a little boost.”
“Perfect, I’ll take one.”
The coffee shop was empty so we began to talk. I asked if she had thought of any tourist recommendations. My hope was to use her answer to segue into setting up a walk.
“Have you checked the internet?” she asked. “There is the tourism site of Gothenburg…”
I hid my disappointment. In the past 24 hours she had time to think of a potential date and realized that she didn’t want to go ahead with it. Usually when a girl changes her mind like that it has to do with another man in her life, but whatever the reason, the result was the same.
“When are you leaving again?” she asked, as I added sugar to my coffee.
“The end of the month. This means we don’t have enough time to fall in love and make babies.”
“Well we can’t anyway…” I stopped stirring and looked up. She had a nervous look about her like she was about to tell me a secret. “Because I have a boyfriend.”
I nodded. “That’s too bad. We probably wouldn’t have worked out anyway.” I smiled, genuinely happy that it was her situation and not me.
I said, “If I was mayor of a town, I would make all women wear a badge announcing if they had a boyfriend or husband. This way a guy knows what her status is. It’s a shame to get to know someone you like only to find out they have someone else in their life.”
She called my idea weird and then I went to sit down.
The coffee shop remained quiet, but Jenny kept coming around to bus the empty tables. We got into many long conversations, mostly about where I have been. I was frank with her: “Even if you were single and we were perfect for each other, I would have to leave soon anyway.”
“How can you live like that, just moving around?”
“It’s like a drug, I guess. Different cities, different women. I get bored of things quickly, like a little kid who needs to be constantly entertained. It’s fun, and it’s exciting, and I’m lucky to have this opportunity, but lately I’m wondering if it’s kind of… empty.” The naked body of the girl from just a few hours ago, with her ass clenched tight, popped into my mind.
“At the same time, it’s so interesting,” she said. “I don’t usually meet guys with your experience. I would love to talk to you more about it.”
She told me that she was going to Copenhagen for a few days. I gave her some recommendations on what to do since I stayed there for two months and then she told me that we could hang out after she got back. She didn’t qualify it by saying “as friends.” I got her number and was pleased, genuinely interested in seeing her again. This was a girl I would want to get to know and sleep with more than once, maybe even develop a little relationship.
That night I looked at the calendar and realized I didn’t have much time until meeting my friend in Croatia for our three-week party and fuck fest on a Mediterranean island. Before that I wanted to squeeze in a side trip. I already had my Icelandic, Danish, Finnish, and Swedish flags and needed only Norway to complete the Scandinavian sweep.
I planned a full weekend in Norway that would get me to Croatia in time for my friend. I had to be in Oslo in nine days. By the time Jenny came back from Copenhagen, we’d only have two possible days to hang out. I would need more time than that to make something happen with her, but I really wanted to get my Norwegian flag.Tweet Follow @rooshv
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“She called my idea weird..”
Wow, what a great sense of humor she had! What made you rate her as possible relationship material besides looks and being happy in general? I guess relative to the other girl, she seemed great plus you felt a but invested. Objectively, she doesnt seem that great. Even worse if you waste two more days and she blocks you with the boyfriend card. Forget about her.
Are you only considering Oslo?
I wish I could see this 5.5..i bet shes 2.5 based on the description…
I had a similar experience, I took a women to my appertment jeust because she was 10 years older which I found exiting. Afterwards it also felt like my appartment was infected with her smell.
lesson; dont take woman too your place if you re not so attracted to them
It’s terrible how you use women like that. No woman is a 5.5!!! How would you like it if some man slept with your mother or sister and wrote in his blog about how she was a 5.5? You don’t deserve a girl like Jenny, she’s nice!
Dim wit. 5.5/10 on a scale of 0 to 10 is average. What rating scale do you use? 7 to 10?
God damnit broads are so stupid. How any man can stand to do anything but fuck chicks doggie style, wipe their cock off on the curtains, and then leave, is beyond me.
HAha look at Jennifer, commenter #6′s website. Topic’s include “How to turn your hubby into a gentleman” and is filled with fatty recipies. I bet she’s a 4!
Youre the fuckin man
…heyy jenny (#6)….im Forrest, ..come run with me….i know you must lose weight… heheheheh…
“I felt superior in the club to the foreign guys who I thought were getting mediocre quality, and then I went and did the same thing. I didn’t feel so superior now. A lot of negative thoughts went through my mind as I lay on the couch.”
This guy gets laid, and he’s depressed? Roosh, I love ya bro, but you got issues!
That fat, big sunglasses wearing prototypical DC giving the finger at arlington cemetery at least got fired.
Reminds me of a SNL in Kiev. It was so easy I just went for it. Her ass was all over the place and I could feel her bristly hairs on my legs. Her face wasn’t bad to be fair but the memory still haunts me.
Morel of the story… NEVER TRUST YOUR BONER!
gosh Jennifer, i think i’m the only one who read your article all the way thru! it was quite rewarding, really.
jennifer, you don’t have to be so mad that your husband watches porn. Every man does it if he wouldn’t I wouldn’t you should rather worry
One thing that bugs me is you get all catty (I know that’s not the right word) and induce guilt in the girls.
I get angry at both men and women who do this in a variety of situations.
But at the same time it’s Jenny’s fault for allowing it to work on her.
But Roosh I think as far as a writing standpoint the whole ‘mini-melodrama with feelings’ combined with the next ’3 week fuckfest’ is hysterical. One second you hear a violin playing and you go ‘awww poor Roosh and Jenny’ and then the next minute “la la de da de la Croatia!”
> “No woman is a 5.5!!!”
Too close to home, Jennifer?
From your blog: “Recipes, pictures of food and cats!, secret stories…”
Looks like Roosh or one his buds wrote “Breakfast with Jennifer” and “Nigel’s Big Game Blog.”
Hmmm I think Sweden can sometimes put that “empty” feeling in people…it’s got interesting stuff and cool people for sure but in general Swedes don’t put their heart into things so it can get kind of bland-ish quick unless you have a circle of friends there.
To #6 Jennifer
Wake Up Dumb A%% No woman is used unless she
ALLOWS HERSELF TO BE USED.
She is not a victim. She willingly went with him to his apartment to have sex. He did not hold a gun to her head. He did not drug her or physically force himself on her. You need to ask yourself why you women cry poor pitiful me when it is yourselves who need to be accountable for your actions. BTW your husband should have allready been a gentleman before you married him. What does that say about you?
After reading your blog these past few months I have noticed something about you Roosh that’s surprising to me and at the same time something I suspected on such a subtle level that I’ve practically ignored about gaming. You’re not as happy as you should be. You travel, get laid and it’s making you sad when the number is a 5 and not a 7. This is one of your best pieces, it shows with complete sincerity that something vital is lacking.
Hahaha. I exactly know that feeling…there is girl I used to bang when I was low on poon because I didn’t go out. And everytime I spent like 50 minutes in the shower to wash away the sin of fucking this unattractive monster. Thank God that times change if you are persistent
Never got the appeal of Scandinavian women beyond the “hot blonde” stereotype; and it is a false stereotype IMO. I’ve met many, and they’re absolutely dreadful to spend time with. Even casual conversation often left me feeling like I needed a few drinks to recover. And let’s face it, they’re straight up sluts, and not in a good way. When a culture basically equalizes sex to the level of shaking hands or having small talk, it’s a bit off putting. I’d like to think at least some of the girls around me aren’t approaching or well into triple digits yet.
Add to that the fact that there are many more aesthetically and socially pleasing women per capita almost anywhere else in Europe, and it doesn’t take long to write the entire region off. Obviously Roosh is into the flag thing, but for me there’s not much point if the end result is nightmarish flashbacks of deformed asses.
Quality > Flag Collecting
Rooshv, if you got married you would be so much happier.
That woman that you said is a 5.5, on the inside she could be an 11!!! And that is what matters most. You just need to let a woman into your heart.
jennifer,hon, i really dont think he would be doing her a favor.
so Roosh, could women betray you if they knew secretly about your blog?
For example, if two women are competing for you and one is just a little bit less prettier than the other, but she lies that she’s from Uzbekistan while the prettier says you she’s from Iceland.
You would go for the flag right? Better ask their passport to be shure.
Jennifer, Mother Theresa was an 11 on the inside. Has nothing to do with attraction. We’re not fucking your personalities or your hearts.
this “Jennifer” chic is a class a Troll of epic proportions! you guys gotta check out here blog. here’s a little sample from her Cinnobon recipe:
“This scary black man followed me out to my car and then he got behind me and said, “baby, come ride with me, I got a real nice ride.” I was so scared he was going to rape me, or worse, kill me!! I knew it was life or death, so I turned to him and said “ok, please don’t hurt me.” I followed him to his car with my groceries and once we got inside he started playing music really loud, I guess so no one could here me scream. He drove to a vacant wooded area nearby the grocery store. He told me everything would be fine, and I started to believe it. He was touching me and then before I knew it our clothes were off. He was so big and hairy, especially his dick. I just lied back and opened my mouth. I ended up licking his anus. It didn’t taste as bad as I thought, but not as good as chocolate ice cream. Was I raped?!?!? How could I have…. And then he came all over my hair (what an asshole!!! I almost screamed RAPE after that). Afterwards I started crying because I knew I had cheated on my lovely hubby, but he put his big black hairy arms around me and I felt better. He comforted me like a real gentlemen, unlike my deadbeat husband that plays dumb cards games with his friends and drinks.
Later the big black man drove me home and I decided to let him come in and help me bake cinnabons. I figured it was the nice thing to do since at least he didn’t kill me. After making the dough, we had nasty anal sex in the kitchen, which I swore I’d never do again because my butt hurts. We finished baking the cinnabons and ate a few together. I told him that my hubby was coming soon. The black man told me I should kiss my hubby more, then he pulled his dick out and came in my mouth one last time. It didn’t taste so bad after eating all those cinnabons. I almost ate the last one, we ate most of them, but I put it down after I realized I needed to save one for hubby. Some cum got on it, so I mixed it with the frosting to hide it. Then the black man ran out of the house and drove home.”
Good looking out DeCode, if you are going to create a proper troll persona you MUST be more subtle and at least give the illusion some depth. The best trolls ever have an air of legitimacy about them and then just start sliding every so slightly off the rail in small increments. Going straight to absurdity in a paragraph or two is just amateurish.
Hey, I found an article with a beardless, mulleted Roosh!
Jesus did anyone read that bitches blog?
Guys. Get a grip- “she” is joking. The blog is a JOKE!
Jennifer is doing to you guys exactly what Roosh does with his feminist baiting … she’s hoping to get you pissed off enough to click on her site. She just wants clicks, doesn’t care if it comes with hate. You need to learn some internet promo basics.
If you don’t like her posts, then do the worst thing you can to her: ignore her. That means you don’t click thru to her site.
After a glance at the “Jennifer” website, I have to think that she is a Roosh prank … “Pictures of food and cats” … right.
Huh, what is a troll? Are you saying I look like a troll?
I love cats and food!!
Can’t wait for part 3. Nothing wrong with banging a average chick in this scenario. They can’t all be 8′s and 9′s
“A Stone in hand is worth more than 2 in the bush”
Will there be a part 3?
Title says part 2 of 2 …
Kind of seems like this was left hanging, though.
If this was good fiction there would be some kind of resolution.