She Said She Wanted A Serious Relationship (Part 1 of 2)

I poked her with my erection as the sun rose but she didn’t reciprocate, so I was even hornier than the night before when she gave me two orgasms. I could have released the horniness later with a tug session, but there’s no glory in that. I’d have to go out again and hunt for a new girl.

I kept a light work schedule, skipped my usual cafe visit, and took a long two-hour nap, but I still felt groggy. My body used to have an easier time handling the hunt. Not long ago I could go out three or four nights in a row with only a small degradation in my energy, but now even two nights in a row is a challenge. The last thing I wanted to do was flirt with girls, but the pressure in my ball sack could not be ignored. It demanded action that didn’t involve my right hand.

I started in a bar that was having karaoke night. It was almost 11pm and I hadn’t talked to anyone for most of the day. I didn’t want to think of the huge hurdle in front of me, of not only warming up to be social, but finding an attractive girl and then seducing her within a matter of hours to end the process with a successful instance of fornication.

There was a trio of girls near me. The bar had no dance floor or loud music to create a natural separation between groups, meaning patrons tended to have deeper conversations. I approached the three with a warm up: “Do you know if there’s another good bar around here?”

The girl I liked responded, but she had one eye on me and one eye on her friends, just like I expected. After two minutes of chatter, she showed not more than minimal interest. I ejected. The bar would be decent if I had at least one other wingman, but rolling solo in this type of environment was not optimal. I left for the club.

The previous night I fucked a girl whose face was pretty cute but whose body was average. It’s usually the opposite in Poland. I try not to bang sequential girls with the same flaw, so I found a girl with a fit frame. She told me she was 19 year old and had a boyfriend. I’ve been burned many times pursuing girls with boyfriends, but such a large percentage of girls have them that it’s worth trying to crack it every now and then. I tried a new routine to destroy the boyfriend:

“I’m actually glad you have a boyfriend. Every girl should have one to satisfy her emotional needs. He should talk to her every day, help her with her problems, make her feel better about life, and give her compliments. I don’t know how to do those things, so if a girl has a boyfriend, that makes it easier for me. I can give her excitement and adventure.”

It wasn’t a horrible first attempt, but it seemed too obvious and blatant. I needed to sell my offering through a story instead, maybe how one of the best relationships I had was with a girl who already had her emotional needs attended to by a beta. The girl responded neutrally, and we did talk for a while longer, but eventually she left for the dance floor with her friends.

Not long after, a tall girl came within my view. Her body checked out so I said, “I’m taller than you.” She frowned and replied, “Yeah, so?”

“I bet you came to the club thinking you’d be the tallest, but… you’re not.”

She smiled and then I noticed her shorter friend, a blonde with a cute face but chubby body. I sensed the blonde liked me. Without any respect for the tall friend I approached first, she weaseled her way into the conversation and initiated touching on my hairy arm.

To the blonde’s credit, she was much more interesting and lively than her beanpole friend. Though the blonde’s body was subpar, with a similar flaw to the girl from the night before, my boner awakened and approved of the meat cut that was before it.

All ego aside, I’d say my overall value in Poland is an 8 out of 10. The two points I’m missing stem from not speaking Polish and not having any local status that would come from professional or social connections. The blonde girl was a 6. When I go two points underneath my value, I know that not only will it be easy, but she will go out of her way to provide me with sensual pleasures that girls in the 8 and above range often don’t bother to do.

The blonde invited me to the dance floor where she quickly assumed the position of her ass on my crotch. Her skirt had an outer shell resembling a disco ball, with thousands of plastic squares covering it, so I couldn’t properly feel the consistency of her ass. I got a boner nonetheless and stood motionless making prolonged eye contact with other men and women while she furiously grinded on my crotch.

We made out not long after that and she put extra attention into kissing my neck, a dying behavior in the loveless world of casual hookups. With the grind and the kissing and the lewd touching, she was giving me way more sexual pleasure than the last beautiful girl I was with, who assumed my crotch came with an electronic pump mechanism that yielded a boner from her plain gaze alone.

We found her friend moping at the bar. I suggested we change the venue, hoping that I could isolate the blonde to my apartment. This, unfortunately, did not go according to plan. At the next bar, I had to entertain both at the same time, decreasing the sexual connection between me and the blonde. I also learned that they were roommates and came out with only one key. The blonde lost her key or some other such nonsense and couldn’t separate from her friend.

“How exactly do you not have your own key?” I asked, frustrated.

“Because we live together! There’s no point in having two keys.”

Pulling the blonde aside, I offered her my solution. “How about this: we all take a taxi to your apartment, you get the key, and then we come back to the center and have another drink or two. You’re not tired, right?”

“No, not really.”

“Perfect then, because it doesn’t look like your friend wants to stay out longer, anyway.”

The plan was accepted. We found a taxi and took the ten minute ride to their apartment. I waited in the cab and told the taxi driver in Russian to wait for the blond to return (older Polish people still remember Russian from the days of communism).

“I think there’s a 50% chance the blonde will return,” I mused out loud.

“Really?” the taxi driver replied. “I think there’s a 0% chance, absolutely none.”

That tested my confidence in the girl’s attraction for me, and after six minutes passed with no sign of the girl, I started to consider that he might be right.

And then the blonde came back.

“So I have some bad news,” she said. “My roommate won’t give me the key and she has to leave at 6am to the train station.”

“That’s fine, we’ll be back before then. You can knock on the door.”

“No I don’t think we’ll be back before then.”

“Why not? We’re just going for a drink to talk some more.” I did not want to reveal my one-night stand intent.

“Why don’t you just get my number?” she asked. “I’ll be free on Monday and we can hang out then.”

“Number? But I’m free to hang out right now. I don’t know if I’ll be alive by Monday.”

“Just take my number.”

“No, I don’t want your number right now. Come join me for a drink first. It’s not late and I’ll get you home soon.”

She thought about it for a few seconds, but I knew my fate was already sealed.

“You’re being stubborn,” she said, upset. “So you’re not going to get my number then?”

I shook my head no. She stared at me and I broke the silence by telling her to have a good night. She rolled her eyes and turned away, perhaps in disbelief that a sure thing would go nowhere. Not the first time for her, I’m sure.

I instructed the taxi driver to take me back to the club. Perhaps he was satisfied for being right, but I didn’t ask. The round trip fare was more expensive than I thought at $23. I didn’t have anything to show for it except lost time, but I wasn’t ready to give up. At least I was warmed up and my boner was both eager and ready for sex.

The first thing I did back in the club was use the bathroom. It’s then that I noticed a red spot on my penis in the area that came into contact with her disco ball dress. My cock was injured. Penis tissue doesn’t like being roughly rubbed on hard plastic for a prolonged period of time. This injury was most disastrous since a healthy boner is required for sexual intercourse, but since it was only red and not bleeding, I felt I could still perform sexually.

I approached a girl at the bar who gave me the boyfriend line. I copy-pasted my boyfriend destroyer but all it did was destroy the conversation because she walked off. I went to the bar, ordered a drink, took a few deep breaths, and approached another girl beside me.

She had dark features with bodacious breasts and ass. She introduced herself as Beata, something like the Polish version of Betty, and said she was 19. Her English was weak but the approach hooked and we talked for a few minutes while her friend waited at a table, appearing agitated. I mentally made a note that the friend might cockblock me. “So why are you in this club?” I asked.

“Just to dance with my friend. She’s never been here before.”

“You’re not trying to meet the man of your dreams?” I joked.

She laughed. “No! I’m looking for a serious relationship that has a future to it. I’m not looking to meet a man in a club.”

When I was in Ukraine, it was generally safe to take a girl’s word for it when it came to her saying what she wanted. Most girls there genuinely wanted a relationship, so it was smart to minimize obvious player vibes, at least initially. But in Poland I got burned two weeks before by a girl who told me she wanted a relationship and then lost interest when I mirrored her sentiments. And then after that I had a case in a club with a girl who said she wanted to only “have fun” but got immediately turned off when I went full creep mode. I could no longer take a Polish girl’s word at face value.

My strategy with Beata was to ignore what she said and run the game that I think every girl in the club wanted: a smooth, aloof, sexy man who doesn’t make her feel like a slut. I’d escalate at a reasonable pace without showing any indication that I wanted something serious while also not being too sleazy.

Remembering how dancing opened up the blonde from earlier, I grabbed Beata’s hand and took her to the dance floor. I put my injured cock in the opposite direction to prevent greater trauma to the skin. She grinded me at such a professional level that I started to wonder if she had lived in America before (she hadn’t). Since Beata’s beauty was definitely high—much higher than the blonde—she made no bonus effort to please me with passionate kisses or intimate gestures. My wounded boner didn’t care—it was ready to go.

Now that attraction with Beata was mostly established, I’d have to win over her friend. We went back to her table and I asked her some boring personal questions. She eventually declared that she loved American culture and was excited to meet me. I lowered the threat level on the cockblock.

Though she wasn’t as pretty as Beata, we did connect better. Then I found out she was only visiting town for a couple days and staying in Beata’s apartment. The choice of who to pursue was easy, and it helped that Beata was as intoxicated as me while her friend was essentially sober, but the revelation that the friend was staying with Beata did force me to pause and think of what to do next.

Continue Reading: Part 2

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I miss these night-time chronicles at the club Roosh, I started to think you had completely given up on night game with the lack of posts like these.

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yeah its nice to have a return to the classic stuff once in a while

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All this work for a notch.. This is what it takes though

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What I got from this was that women don’t respond to Roosh’s games.

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Roosh if u travel constantly to Europe why do not you buy a car .that will definetely help you with logistic.

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Myself im french guy living in australia
I was using my car in eastern europe
Very helpful
Roosh if u want to come to sydney im your wingman but i think here its worse than the usa

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The work has already been put into Beata. It’s another cab ride to dispense with the friend, but it’s necessary to get the friends number, “for a tour of the city from an american perspective” the next day. Banging Beata is in the bag. She’s showing off to her friend that she can tool an american.. Treat Beata as an ons, and possible future fuck buddy.. Then day game the friend during the custom city tour, which ends with drinks at sunset. Ideally she will pay, to use up her foreign currency. She’s leaving the country shortly after, so, the bang has total deniability for her. Zero slut factor. Or maybe becomes a holiday fling story sge tells as “an empowered woman”.

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Wow that’s shitty. I can’t imagine revolving my life around getting laid. I’d rather shoot myself than having all that be routine.

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Entertaining and relatable all the way through.
Nice writing Roosh.

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I really hope this has a happy ending. Pun intended.

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This is some great writing man. I was really hoping you were going to bang both the beanpole and the blonde….but feel you really bombed when not talking her number. i mean, it could’ve been one evening of wine and cheese for that bang. Overall, I like the minute details in this story, as it’s very fast-paced and real.

As a long time stoner, these moments requiring quick thinking/talking can be completely missed for me. I tend to do best in libraries or coffee shops, where I can spot prey, then zero in easily.

The effort here is inspiring though. The biggest takeaway was:

“…… and then I noticed her shorter friend, a blonde with a cute face but chubby body. I sensed the blonde liked me.”

In sales, we call this a “warm lead” which is simply a natural interest, easily close-able. May we all find more warm-leads in the hunt for poon, as they represent the path of least resistance. Also, knowing your own number, then dating down can be helpful.

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“…who assumed my crotch came with an electronic pump mechanism that yielded a boner from her plain gaze alone.”
Hahahahah

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Good writing makes for smooth reading.

From what I gather though, Roosh’s only game is “I’m from America” which explains why he was not successful in Western Europe where people would not be so impressed by his origin. Girls in EE are yet fascinated with the idea of the USA and fall for it.

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While I agree that your overall value in Poland is an 8, I wonder if it would be raised by a full point just by learning Polish.

I have a good-looking Natural buddy who has an automatic value of 8 everywhere – in Poland he is a 9 easily, but I am not so sure that his proficiency in Polish is making a difference. Just as him I had similar experiences in Poland vs. Slovakia/Czech Republic doing approaches in English. The only bothersome thing is that you lose a few younger girls, but not as many as one might think.

Possibly at higher levels of 8+ you might get some slight plus out of girls for speaking Polish, but I would not be so sure about it. Do you really think that language proficiency raises you by one full point if the girls speak minimum level English?

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I don’t think he realizes that in a country of beta males, a man with game is not an 8, he is a 10.

I have met men who were 10s in every objective way, looks, body, game, attitude, everything. And they still rejected. Every man gets rejected, even the top of the top of the pyramid. Of course he gets rejected, but he should more so think of the times when he opens a gir,l and she smiles, and nods, and giggles, as if it were the happiest day of her life.

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Don’t know what you are talking about. ALL COUNTRIES are countries of predominantly Beta males. In the US guys just approach more because I guess they need to. But the gender ratio makes it even tougher, so that Polish guys get laid way more than the lowest 40% of young men in the US.

There are no male 10s without extraordinary 0,1% in looks, wealth, situational fame or real fame. I have seen Polish celebs in night clubs and no one can attract high-shelf pussy equally well as that. But I think that the male rate goes to 12 world-wide with the likes of Leo DiCaprio being a 12 able to attract several millionaire top-model 10s to live with him in a quasi short-term harem.

Roosh could likely raise himself to a 10 if the accumulated 50 mio. $ + and used it expertly to generate local situational fame – he could likely manifest that with much less money in Poland (King of Warsaw style, but just a little bit better).

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King Of Warsaw style takes more time than my current process. What other local situational fame is good?

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Poland is not a club culture. For example the hottest girls – models, actresses are found at private parties in Warsaw – a bit diluted also in other cities.

I have only been to such a party once – they are hosted either by wealthy men or celebrities chock full of 8-9s. Theoretically you don’t need that much cash to do it in Poland, but an exclusive apartment and weekly parties are a must – both of which will cost at least 10k+ $ / month. I would also add some kind of student connector/Natural to the mix who brings young girls as well. Based on some stuff I heard is that over time even minor Polish celebs hear of those parties when a surplus of girls is present and come to them too – attracting even more girls.

There is also a certain subset of girls – some of them very hot, who take part in veritable orgies. I have only talked once with such a girl – a sponsored one. She said that she goes to such “events” usually hosted by wealthy Polish dudes. He invites 5 girls and 5 men and then they fuck over a weekend at a house he owns somewhere in the woods. She said that there a few of those guys who do that. Once an unsuccessful (but pretty) Polish actress mentioned such a party to me as well, so it must be really happening around the country. I think that a good number of participants are sponsored girls who are bored, but have a high sex drive. One recent part-time escort girl I met proposed to me such a party – she could get girls and some men and we could have fun (I did not pay her, but other men do). I told her that I would have to select the men and there would have to be a surplus of girls, but it could be arranged. Come to think of it – this kind of orgy stuff could be managed with much less cash.

So:
King of Student Orgy
King of High Class Parties

Those are the best attainable options I can think of.

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At the minimum, knowing Polish would increase my opportunities. At least 20% of girls I talk to have limited English.

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what’s your level of comprehension in polish?

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That’s what I was wondering too and why I started learning Czech, but I don’t know whether it’s really worth it unless you deal with many rural very young girls.

Did you sense a marked improvement after learning some Russian in Ukraine or Russia?

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I don’t envy all this effort in bars and night clubs. But full power to you!

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I don’t know why I read these. This just kills my morale and makes me wonder why people deal with all their shit, just to stick it inside some lying slut.

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DUM DUM DUM!!!!

I love these longer stories Roosh. Great writing, as usual.

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It’s posts like this one that makes me come back to read your stuff.

Jonathan Roseland
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You had a severe cock rash from a few minutes of bump’n grinding? What kind of pants were you wearing? I once ‘suffered’ a similar ‘injury’ as a result of a night spent at a hip hop foam party wearing athletic training slacks (I know classy…)

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hahaha This is great. I love your blog. I have a question – why not just bang hookers? Instead of deal with the uncertainty of going out (especially when you are tired), why not just go spend a minimal amount of money and fuck a whore? Then you can get a good night’s sleep and chat up a few normal girls as you go about your normal day? I am a long term traveler and this is the strategy I employ – bang whores to satisfy my immediate urges and chase normal girls simultaneously. Anyways, thanks for the great read!

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Whores are like playing a (paid) cheat code to win (by binary defining “win” is sex and “loose” is no sex). The gratification of being able to win the game by actually playing has much more value than if you were to get to the game’s objectives without any effort whatsoever.

And I am not even talking about the whole whore-aspect here. You are paying to have sex with a woman who has had sex with hundreds of other men before solely for the reason of you paying her. She has no affection for you whatsoever; she’s only allowing you to have sex with her because you paid her price.

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So what is your point?

Instead of go out all night when you are tired, just go get a whore and take care of business, and then work on getting your normal girl the next day when you are rested and less edgy… It doesn’t have to be one or the other. And who cares how many dicks have been in her? It doesn’t matter at all…1 or 100,000 (closer to 100,000 haha), as long as you bag up you will be fine so it doesn’t matter, and most whores have better sexual health than normal chicks.

All I am getting at is that whores are just a tool to add to your arsenal, not a replacement for normal chicks. And why should it matter if she has affection for you at all…you need to get laid. When you land your normal girl the next day or a few days later, you will get your affection, so it doesn’t really matter. At least that is how I see it. Anyways, happy hunting! …oh yea, and her price is cheaper than getting a normal girl from clubs, drinks, taxis etc. Jesus…chasing normal girls really isn’t good value. I never thought of that before hahahaha

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well you just never came across someone interesting in this business. it can be (for better or worse) much better than the “free” stuff in any respect – including “affection” and whatever else. you also have your own challenges and rewards. plus the “free” stuff is often not free at all – it’s just the payment is being passed in a different way (and not necessarily worth it at all).

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whatever other reasons are, it’s not “a minimal amount of money” for someone who mentions $20 for a cab as a big deal – even in Poland.

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You’re gonna leave us hanging there?

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I don’t get it. How did your dick get abraded? Did you have it out exposed on on the dance floor?

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“I poked
her with my erection as the sun rose but she didn’t reciprocate, so I
was even hornier than the night before when she gave me two orgasms.”

You definitly know how to catch a readers attention.

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There’s always a line in these stories that makes me laugh out loud hard!

She grinded me at such a professional level that I started to wonder if she had lived in America before

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“…she was giving me way more sexual pleasure than the last beautiful girl I was with, who assumed my crotch came with an electronic pump mechanism that yielded a boner from her plain gaze alone”

well why not to take matters in your own hands – instead of waiting for her stupid kisses on the neck? like punish her for this exact – or other – reason in a variety of ways… obviously, she must be into this stuff.