The King Of Warsaw (Part 2 of 2)

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On a Thursday night I went to a club alone. In order to recapture the glory days where I was the approach machine, I decided to do ten solid approaches.

My first approach was on my ideal type of girl, but ten minutes in her friend dragged her to dance. I did more approaches, not because I wanted to get laid, but because I was supposed to hit ten. The alcohol wasn’t loosening me up and I was getting more withdrawn as the night went on. My opening line felt stiff. My mouth was actively moving but my brain had left the building and was waiting outside. I made it to eight approaches, kissed a girl I only got a half boner for, and left.

There’s no physical reason why I couldn’t do something that I’ve done dozens of times before, but the desire wasn’t there, even though I would have happily banged 50% of the girls present. I’m now only willing to work for a certain type of girl who I know can give me immense pleasure with minimal investment. Otherwise I have to be especially horny, something that may happen one or two nights a month.

I met Kamal once again at the lounge and he told me that the random girl who messaged him on Facebook the other night was coming with three other friends. They eventually arrived and his girl was the cutest. The second cutest wasn’t bad, but she didn’t want to chat and went with the other two to dance.

Kamal and his girl talked next to me and I could tell that he would get far based on how she was smiling and giggling at most things he said. I remembered when she took out her phone to text someone and he said, “Why are you texting me, I’m right here!” He never put out an arrogant vibe or displayed anger. He was a gentleman with style, something that plays very well in a country that lacks such men. He built the foundation with his logistics, personal attributes, and social circle investment, and could now cash it in for years to come. All he needs to do is show up. While he was talking to the girl, I was thinking about which parts of him I wanted to implement into my own game.

I did a handful of approaches but it was tough. In one of the snobbiest bars in Warsaw, the cold approach was getting me less mileage than even industrial Ukraine.

Kamal came up to me and said, “We’re going to a new club. I took a girl there yesterday and bought a bottle but she didn’t drink so they saved it for us tonight. We have to kill it.”

“But how about your girl?”

“She’s going to meet me later. She wants to spend time with her friends.”

“Are you sure it’s a good idea to leave her? It’s okay if you need to stay with her, I can find something to do.”

“No, it’s better I leave. I want to play around a bit and then meet her later.”

We went to the club and got to work on the vodka bottle. In the VIP section there were many guys older than me dressed in suits and smoking cigars. Opposing them were women in their late 20s who seemed like they would accept cash for sex. A couple of them had bobblehead body language, physically present but not mentally. The main crowd had average talent of somewhat older people.

I started talking to one of the club’s dancers, a privilege that the VIP access gave. She was surprisingly receptive, asking me questions and deflecting cockblocks from her fellow dancer friends. She went to dance and actually came back. I offered her a drink from Kamal’s bottle and she accepted, later inviting me to dance. I tried to touch, a suitable move after our 30 minute conversation, but she pulled back and said, “I need space.” I replied, “I’ll give you space” then walked away.

She came back to me later, a huge sign of interest, but there would be no extraction on this night. My need to stay in one city was now stronger than ever. The optimum strategy of scoring top talent was being painted in my head with three colors: game, residency, and local value. As long as I only had one, I would always have to work.

After killing the bottle, we stumbled out of the club and walked to another. Kamal eventually got the text from his girl and left. I went home not long after, alone.

The next afternoon we met at a café to review the night. I said, “Now before you tell me what happened, I’m going to guess that you came close to banging but didn’t get quite there. It seemed like it would take one more date.”

“When I went to the club she was at, she was dancing with another guy.”

“Uh oh.”

“But then when she saw me, she immediately stopped dancing and came to me. She didn’t look at the guy again. We danced for a little while and I asked her if she wanted to come over for a drink. She said she wanted to but that her friend was drunk and needed to come with us. I said, ‘I wouldn’t mind hanging out with your friend, but I just had the maid clean my apartment and I don’t want her puking in it. I can tell she doesn’t look well.’ She asked what she could do. ‘Let’s put her in a cab. It’s the best thing for her.’ The three of us went outside and we shoved her in there.”

“Cockblock disabled, nice.”

“Yes. Then we went to my place. I made drinks but on the couch she was playing really hard to get, like she didn’t want to kiss me.”

“Did you kiss before?”

“Not much, just short kisses.”

“That’s not good.”

“Yeah, so I told her, ‘Look you need to open up, you’re being cold and I don’t like that.’ And then finally she kissed me. After a while she asked me if I wanted to have sex. I said, ‘No, of course not, I’m not that easy.’ So we’re playing this dance, back and forth, until finally I suggested we go to my room. She said yes and then we banged.”

“Boom!” I gave him a high five. “It was nice to be there for most of it to see it go down. She seemed a little aloof but I guess her plan was to get banged all along.”

“She had really sexy underwear, like she knew she was going to get laid. She just broke up with her boyfriend and was ready to be bad.”

“That’s inspiring, man. What you got is what I want. I just need to find my city.”

“You’ll find it.”

“I hope so, but I will say that you were the right person to meet at the right time in the right country. It’s like god put you in front of me, giving me the answer of what I have to do next. It’s like he said, ‘Roosh, I know you’re having problems right now figuring out what you want to do. I want you to meet this guy named Kamal.’”

He laughed, not minding my melodrama.

“What you’ve done here,” I went on, “such as being a regular at a couple good spots and getting in with the staff, I’ve done a bit of in other cities, but it was mostly accidental. Just like how I’m conscious with game, I need to be conscious with being king of a city. I don’t see why it can’t be done.”

“It can be done.”

For the previous two years I was searching hard for poosy paradise. I believed that within the first week a city should slap me across the face and announce if it was paradise or not, but Kamal did the opposite. He went to a city that wasn’t poosy paradise and made it so. He created paradise from something mediocre by putting in his blood and sweat, while I was living the life of a wandering gypsy, expecting paradise to be handed to me merely from my ability to hop on an airplane. I saw the flaw in my approach, and on the bus ride to my next city, I was ready to change the game that I’ve been running for all of my adult life.

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Anonymous
Anonymous
7 years ago

so this is it roosh…
this is what you’ll be dedicating the next 5-10 so years of your life to. this is that complex you’ll be chasing… Making those connections, greasing them barstaff, buddying them bouncers, building that Empire.

It would make for a fascinating read it really would. It sounds something akin to the mafia, sort of like a pussy mafia, having total illegal lockdown on a market.

Most of all best of luck to you, I’m glad you’ve found something for you to do for the next section of your life.

Anonymous
Anonymous
7 years ago

I feel sad reading this. You know you’re tired of all this game crapola yet every once in a while something pulls you back just enough to dull the pain of getting too old for that bs.

WallStreetPlayboys
7 years ago

Great story.

This is definitely the time to find a spot (or maybe even 2-3 cities) to have locked in. It takes time to build a reputation, just be careful and choose cities where you want to be known.

Sounds like a city in Poland and a city in Romania might do well.

Anonymous
Anonymous
7 years ago

Is this the birth of a new Roosh? A new thread of Roosh books?

Pick a city, start to hustle, make connections, create a name, become a legend.

Social engineering and networking for the modern rakish man.

I like the sound of that.

GP
GP
7 years ago

Roosh is the self confessed wandering gypsy. He won’t be able to stay in one place because it’ll drive him mad.
Also, I imagine that kamil told the polish girls that he was french, when he’s actually french/Moroccan which is different. The polish love all things french and still assume it to be the height of civilisation, thereby giving Kamil an immediate boost.

Dead Bat
Dead Bat
7 years ago

There’s an interesting character in Roosh’s first memoir, an Italian he runs into in Argentina. His game was more natural, spontaneous, had a magnetic joie de vivre.. . Roosh admired him a lot, back in the day.

This guy Kamal is another interesting role model, but I’m a little skeptical about becoming a ‘king’ by greasing barstaff and buying bottles to score with dancers. . . but as a reader, I’m interested in where this will take our brave, innovative cassanova.

Mike
Mike
7 years ago

So toronto still sucks or your game sucks balls…

Zeezbrah
Zeezbrah
7 years ago

Damn, i cannot relate to this new Roosh at all. Im only in the game for a month and a half. Im a student, so all these fancy bars, clubs and bottles doesnt really apply to me.

Will roosh keep on giving tips to new guys or is that chapter definitely finished?

Either way, keep on doing what you do. Its still an interesting read.

rivsdiary
7 years ago

excellent, excellent.

Marcellus
Marcellus
7 years ago

Wow, you found out how normal people get pussy.

Still, it’s not as easy as it sounds. IF (only if) you have cash you can get to highclass clubs and pay bottles and connect with people. If you are just “another guy” then this is not working. This story was very nice but it fails in explaining how Kamal built his empire. I’m still working my city for 2 years and I’m still nowhere. Competition is HUGE and you fade away in the land of nobodies.

YOHAMI
7 years ago

Kamal is right.

LaM
LaM
7 years ago

Terrible conclusion Roosh … really terrible…
All these years carrying the anti conformist banner to end up pleading “buy bottles in fancy clubs, high five bouncers and who will be golden”.

After all these years chasing pussy you were still clueless . Very disapointing.

Mr. Rubirosa
Mr. Rubirosa
7 years ago

Really sad reading this post because i didnt like at all the conclusion. Everybody know that with a lot money u can have a lot of girls around but banging women in this way buying bottles of Cristal or Dom Perignon is opposite of what a REAL Casanova had to do…u have to involve women with your class, your culture, your look too, not your money because in this case u are king of nothing….the capability to have beautiful women around without money is the MUST not like Mr kamal…wake up guys 😉

MattC
7 years ago

As with anything in life, you have to prepare and work. Nothing ever just falls into your lap

Peter Phoenix
Peter Phoenix
7 years ago

“give me immense pleasure with minimal investment”

I don’t think it works that way.

Jack
Jack
7 years ago

I wish I’d realised this earlier in my PU career.

Cold PU skills are vastly over rated. Sure it’s fun… but when you think about how that time can be spent building and empire… that serves you in far more ways. The choice for me is clear.

It doesn’t have to be about fancy clubs and bottle service… it could be that you’re THE yoga instructor in your town, or THE art guy, anything to do with YOUR passion.

I’m not saying PU skills are worthless, just that beyond a certain stage there are diminishing returns and it’s better to focus on life-style.

NieceFucker
NieceFucker
7 years ago

17 is saying “I will eat human flesh”.

Lol wtf?

madmax
madmax
7 years ago

great story, Roosh. The best masters are always the ones who will always be willing to be students.

And yes, if you keep being a moving target, you’ll never find anything. I remember when I ran away from my home and started wandering around, a very good guy told me ‘don’t stay in a place for a short while only, that way you’ll never find anything’.

He was a Moroccan living in Italy. A really good guy. That was 20 years ago. He was so right. Roosh, if you find your place, you’ll be a fucking rockstar yourself. You have all you need: the insight and the means.

hypesession
hypesession
7 years ago

Awesome story.

Anonymous
Anonymous
7 years ago

hi , i have 1 million bucks. what city can i be a rockstar in?

Anonymous
Anonymous
7 years ago

saya akan daging manusia

infantry
infantry
7 years ago

Didn’t take long for the ‘if its not hard it doesn’t count’ crowd to come out.

You still need game, but you’re fishing in a cleaner river via preselection. If you’re focusing on the bottle service you’re missing the point.

Anonymous
Anonymous
7 years ago

I would love to hear stories of meeting bouncers and what agreements are reached to always cut in line, and how much they cost. Give us the skivvy on the VIP shit and how good/lame it is, exactly what bribes are needed for it, how much the bribes need to be, etc. If you’re gonna go fake, at least expose it down to every last detail so we can get something out of it. Tell us how many fake bishes are impressed with your Grey Goose bottle, what their average IQ you think is, what do bottle service sluts like to talk about, are they better than the normal folk, if so how, if not how, etc etc etc. Go Hunter S. Thompson on us.

WorldTraveler
WorldTraveler
7 years ago

Roosh, if you ever happen to read this, can you please tell if you ever get an urge to just settle down, find yourself a good and smart girl and have a family?

Yes, I mean it, to settle down, have a family and have that feeling of being together. Not being one, but being TWO (or more, if you happen to have kids later on). What’s the fun in all this eternal search for new sex partners? I can understand this at the age of 25, ok, even 30. But what happens after you hit 30? Don’t you want to share your travel experiences with someone else? Don’t you want to show all those places you’ve already visited, to someone else? Don’t you want to share the joy of travel and discovery??

You start sounding like a sex crazy robot with only one program in his head, repeating the cycle over and over in every city you happen to get to.

Everyone is welcome to express their opinions.

Pedro
Pedro
7 years ago

Just my two cents:

I earned a scholarship to study a semester in Spain. Some thing that struck on me is that every Moroccan exchange student I met was very rich (sports car, house in the beach kind of rich). For what I know the other part of the population is very poor.

I mean, this guy friend of you must be on the rich side of the scale to be able to pull a lifestyle like that.