Anna

My second trip to Ukraine was coming to a close. This time I stayed for three months, and had only one last weekend before I was set to leave for Poland. One thing greatly bothered me: after living in Ukraine for a total of six months, I had not scored a one-night stand. Not one. My most recent results were all from day game. While I’m thankful to receive any sexual delights from Ukrainian women, the thrill of a one-night stand cannot be matched by a day bang.

One of the reasons for this failure is that I partially gave up on night game since it was harder, but at this last hour I became determined to get a fast bang before leaving. With only two nights to accomplish this mission, I devised a four-pronged strategy to accomplish my goal.

First, I was ready to make at least 15 approaches a night. Typically I’d only do three or four, but in the previous two weeks I stepped my game up to prepare for the final assault. Second, I must be the last man to leave the club. Horny girls sometimes don’t reveal themselves until the end. Third, I must be more sexual early in the conversation. Girls who aren’t DTF must be quickly weeded out and discarded. Lastly, I was not allowed to get a phone number.

My main goal was to get the girl back to my apartment. Sex should be close coming, I hoped, if I could achieve that. It would be a very sore point for me if I didn’t succeed, even though I pegged my chances at winning at less than 10%.

I met with Roger, my American friend in the center of the city. We sat on a bench and debated our options: Arkadia (the club district), True Man (the rock club a taxi ride away), or the hipster bars in the center. They all have several downsides, but we decided that Arkadia with its outdoor clubs would give us the best chance for a one-night stand. He stated how he wanted to try some street game there and I agreed that it would be worth it, but by the time we arrived, it was apparent this wouldn’t work because of the dropping temperature. Few people were there and both of us were physically cold.

We each tried a couple of approaches in front of the clubs. They went nowhere. Even though it was a Friday night, the scene felt more like a Sunday night. One club, Itaka, was packed but it was for a concert. The best club, Ibiza, was more than half empty.

I decided to call an audible. “We can go in these clubs, but it’s cold, and we won’t be able to game properly. Plus it’s mostly dead. The indoor section of Ibiza is warmer but loud. I say we go to the hipster bars in the center.” It was a risky move, but my logic was good. The weather added an unfortunate dimension to the equation, and since Arkadia’s outdoor clubs are intended for summer, cold weather made them useless.

After Roger accepted my audible, we found a taxi.  On the way over I said, “We have to assume that the hipster bars will suck.”

“Maybe they won’t,” he replied.

Well, they did suck. Five guys for every girl. I became depressed, because I was ready to do fifteen approaches but was stuck at three with no other opportunities. There was another bar worth checking out called Captain Morgan’s. I heard it was for light scammers, but there was no other choice. On the walk over, I bitched about how a city of over 1 million people could have so few nightlife options.

We went to Captain’s. The ratio wasn’t great but it was workable. I did three approaches but they barely went better than the ones I did on the street. I looked around to see no other girl to work on. My friend semi-hooked with one girl. Old foreigners were gawking at the half-naked dancers, slipping money in their g-strings even though the place wasn’t a strip club. I felt like my night was ending, but I didn’t want to give up. I told my friend I was going to briefly return to the hipster bar.

There still weren’t many girls, but I did see one. I was aggressive in approaching despite her large group, which happened to include her brother. The approach hooked. I knew I needed the one-night stand, so after 15 minutes, I asked sexual questions:

“When was the last time you had sex?” Four months.

“Do you want to come to the beach with me and make love?” No. Probably too cold for that anyway.

I didn’t say “I’m joking.” She knew I was ready to smash, but at the same time I kept teasing her to make it seem like I wasn’t completely sold on her. She asked me if I wanted to go outside to smoke and of course I agreed, having learned my lesson about smoking in Lithuania. I smoked up a storm, away from her friends, and I asked her if she had a nice ass. She said she didn’t, and she was mostly accurate.

We went back to the bar and I bought a round of drinks. We sat close. I said, “I need a little kiss.” She leaned over and kissed me on the lips. This was the first time a Ukrainian girl kissed me first, and I made a mental note to use the line again.

Now it became a matter of logistics. Thanks to calling the audible earlier, we were within eight minutes walking distance of my apartment, but there was the issue of her brother and best friend. They seemed intent on watching her, so I relaxed my octopus hands to make it seem like I was a gentleman. It helped that I was dressed nice, due to the original plan of hitting the fancy club instead of the hipster bar.

When the bar was about to close, I suggested that we go for a walk. Keen on the idea, she brought it up to her friend and brother, but I could sense some resistance from them. In English, I asked the friend, “Do you mind if I take her for a walk? I want to spend more time with her.” The friend wanted to say no, but couldn’t, since I asked politely, and replied, “It’s up to her.” My girl said she wanted to.

There was more talking and then I asked the brother for permission to take her for a walk. I said, “I’ll put her in a cab when she’s ready to go home.” He was also resistant, but thanks to the girl’s persistence, I got a tentative “yes.”

A problem developed: they decided to tag along with us. They walked a block in front of us for some time, so what I did to shake them was make a discrete turn to go the long way to my apartment. They didn’t follow and my girl didn’t mind. I finally had her isolated.

Early in the night she had spoken pretty good English, but she said she was tired of English and only wanted to speak in Russian. So my Russian made its appearance, and remained for the rest of the night.

Inside my apartment she only wanted water. Then she said she wanted to sleep. I got down to my boxers while she was fully clothed. Once on the bed we started going at it. Her ass was small, but it complemented her tiny body, so my boner was full strength.

Resistance was high, as I expected. I persisted in removing her bra. Her shirt was open and her jeans were unbuttoned. Then she said she was on her period. I told her I didn’t care. When she realized I’d seriously bang her, blood and all, she changed her excuse. “This is too fast,” she said. I told her all my best relationships start with passion. Then she said she’s a virgin, quickly modifying it to say she had sex once. I knew she would suck in bed, but I still wanted to bang. Then she said she was tired. Basically any excuse that exists not to fuck, she was throwing at me. I’m usually good at using words to defeat these problems, but I didn’t know how to translate many things in Russian, and she acted like she didn’t understand my English.

I rubbed her vagina through her jeans for a couple minutes, but she seemed indifferent. I put her hand on my cock but she didn’t know what to do with it. She had no moves. Nothing I was saying or doing was moving me forward. I could only get the jeans off enough to see she was wearing some type of delicious rainbow panties.

I thought that maybe she’s the type of girl that needs to be dominated before giving it up. So I got on top of her and held her down, but she whined and complained, threatening to leave. I knew then that I was not getting laid. I went from an English-speaking girl who kissed me first to a Russian-speaking girl who insisted on going to sleep.

In the morning I made a last ditch effort, but beyond a little kissing, she wasn’t having it. Then I suggested we go out later in the week. My moral conscious came into play, because if we went out on Thursday (after her phantom period was over), and I left for Poland on Saturday as planned, I would feel a little bad. So I lied small instead of big: “I’m going to Poland for one month because of visa issues before coming back.”

Big mistake. She was not pleased with this answer. “I don’t want only sex. Sex is nothing for me!” I had noticed. When she gave me a quick kiss goodbye, she said that when we meet again, she wasn’t going to have sex with me. It was obvious to me that her passion was directly correlated to her inebriation. As she lost the buzz, she become more frozen, and my only regret is not buying an insurance shot before we left the club.

Though this night ended in failure, it was the closest I got to a one-night stand in Ukraine. I think it spoke well to my new strategy and my desire. I had one more night to try again.

CONTINUED: Part 2

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kgaard
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Excellent story … but god that’s a lot of work — especially when you know you are leaving town. Thank you for these tales.

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Dude I think your articles are awesome, I just found out about you. Ukraine is fucking difficult, but it’s not impossible. I suggest Kiev as a better place for one night stands.

Odessa is quite hard. Keep the 7-hour rule alive, isolate and drink. Give her the impression you are not a sex tourist. I used to tell them ‘You know, a lot of people say Ukrainian girls are easy, but it’s not true….’ etcetera. And I hate to tell you this, but status game works hardcore in Ukraine (suit up, buy lots of drinks, give her the impression you’re rich), because this is a part of their culture. Social proof + money/drinks + fun= YOU GET LAID

We used to have a hippie group in Ukraine, with my friends and some dumb sluts that were hanging around us all the time enjoying the drinks at our home and in the club. It worked 110%. Might want to create your own groupies.

There’s always a slut in the club. Never forget. The best targets in Odessa are girls that live in Ukraine and are on holidays in Odessa (ADVENTURE). These should be solid same-day-lay girls.

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Im just here to shame fatties and destroy white knights but good article anway

Quintus Curtius
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I love these anecdotes…

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I was struck with the same impression as kgaard. Damn that’s a lot of work! I think casual sex means less sex overall, like feminism means less wealth overall. It is corrupt riches for the few. Inspirational post. If the master struggles, I might not be doing so badly with what I have to work with. Problem is rent-a-snatch is cheap in intrinsic value compared to own-a-(new)-snatch, but liberated women (all rent-a-snatch w/ or w/o marriage) charge more cost for less value, unless you break into the mysterious top whatever percent of men according to women, assuming Shangri-La exists. I’ll keep trying, though that percentage could be zero or negative the way women get detached from reality and narcissistic. At least that’s my working idea for now. If the chick does not want to rip off my close, I don’t think the sex is very good. Westerners are so culturally exhausted. Thanks, Roosh, for not BSing about how easy it always is. Comment by Rapist about money and status (and power) seems right to me. I have difficult work to do on that front, like most of us in the Ponzi scheme economies of the world.

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Isn’t this a repost, I swear I’ve already read this story before.

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poor hobo, roosh, gotta make money someone, doesnt he?

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I come back to read part 2 !!

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You’re a perfect mendacity.

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Probably the creepiest story I’ve ever read. Literally cringed while reading through this. I can see why you’ve put yourself into self-exile in third world hell holes since this sort of “game,” (read: autism) would quickly get you labeled as an awkward, rapey loser anywhere in America.

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A spergie “churka” has finally managed to have sex with a white woman.
Although the chance it was all in his dreams is pretty high.He calls it a”game”
Pathetic.

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Btw in Ukraine girls who have sex with black man from Caucasus or Middle eats (like author of this creepy opus) are called “chernilnitsas” and its a slut stamp of shame forever.
Quality women do not sleep with them (unless nobody sees them or they are in Turkey).I assume she was a 5 or 6.

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What I like about your writing is that you don’t sugarcoat reality. I could feel the cold and gray atmosphere. Slogging through experiences like this is tough, but it keeps the knife sharp for when girls are more down.

2 Questions???????
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1—-
What does it cost per month to do bang missions in Eastern Europe?

2—-
Of all the different types
Of women who tend to be best in bed- Eastern European, Latinas, Asians, or White Americans, or African Americans?????

Which Nation is overall the best???
Which type of girl is the tightest with best natural tits (those two things are my preference)????

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Roosh publishes his general cost estimates for bang missions, in the Bang books. So click on the “My Books” link at the top of this site to read “Bang Ukraine” and find out for yourself.

He includes cost of housing, food, drinks, culture, etc., and sort of compares country-to-country.

Based on most of the RooshVForum users, monthly costs can range from about $1,000 USD to $3,000 USD, depending on where and how you play.

2 —

Roosh has generally said in his South America books that Brazilians are the most loving and adventurous in bed, while Polish girls tend to be the sweetest and best looking for the effort required.

IIRC, Roosh doesn’t really care for Asians, didn’t spend much time on hooking up with black women in the U.S., and thinks white girls in the U.S. are easy to bang but are low quality and mechanical in bed.

3. Based on his writings, Roosh seems to generally prefer Poland and Brazil (while Argentina and Ukraine are good for eye-candy).

Small girls with natural tits: that’s hard to say. Do you like big tits (D cup+) or just look good (B to C cup)?

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I am sorry you didn’t have sex, it must suck even worse than women rejections from the start, and I hate feminism, but I must say, I actually respect this girl. A fair cry from mindless American sluts. It’s going to be interesting to see what happened later. You are the best

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dude why didnt u start fingering her when u had ur hands down her panties. i was in a similar situation where i was in bed with this girl and she was resisting. i started fingering her and it got her aroused which led to sex. i had to persist quite a bit though throughout the night but fingering seemed to help.

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Insurance Shot hahaha genius!

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Happy I found this. I love Ibiza. In fact, May 22 2015 was the most stunning night of my whole life. That night, I was surrounded by more hot women than any place else on Planet Earth.