When in America, I never feel that pumping and dumping city girls is morally wrong, mostly since I know they love fucking, partying, drinking, and playing the game. They feel proud to be successfully emulating their horse-faced television role models, and are as likely to pump and dump me as the other way around. Even with girls I dated for a month or two, I never got the impression that I was emotionally hurting or scarring them when I walked away (it’s not like I had to lie about wanting a serious relationship to get into their pants). After I was done with a girl, I knew it wouldn’t take more than a couple weeks of going out for her to get boned by a new man who was comparable to myself.
I’ll be the first to admit that many of my bangs back in the States were hate fucks. The masculine attitude and lack of care these women put into their style or hair irritated me, so I made it a point to fuck them and never call again. Doing that probably didn’t make the world a better place, but I can say with confidence that I never hurt a “good girl,” something that I don’t believe exists in American cities. If you think about it, is it even possible for a girl to be considered good if she is borderline overweight, has a sloppy appearance, consumes a diet of reality TV and Kim Kardashian, possesses no homemaker skills, doesn’t know how to be feminine, is addicted to attention-whoring on social networking sites, wants to ride a lot of cocks in her physical prime, or thinks dining out at a restaurant is the best way to be interesting? I’m just wondering.
In South America, a place where I wasn’t getting many one-night stands, I happily dated the girls I became sexually involved with. If I lost interest before sex, I stopped calling without guilt. No morality questions came up.
In Iceland, also known as Planet Slut, girls wanted to get rogered after knowing me for less than an hour. It was a pure sexual transaction. No morality questions came up.
In Denmark, I might as well have been in America. I fucked “progressive” women who were empowered to bang me on the same night (go girl!). No morality questions came up.
In Poland, I had the magic stick. A perfect storm of various factors made me as close to a rock star without actually being one. What ended up happening was I had one-night stands with good girls, the most good I’ve met in my life. You’ll be doubtful that they were good girls if they fucked me the same night, but I have no shame to admit that I was manipulating them. I had a system that was bulletproof, based on an incrementally increasing series of commitments with targeted routines at the right moments that released their inner slut. It’s no surprise that buyer’s remorse was a side effect. Many girls were in disbelief that they had sex with a hairy man beast so quickly.
Towards the end of my stay, when the third or fourth Polish girl insisted on cleaning my apartment after I ravaged her pussy from knowing her just a few hours, I started to feel guilty that I considered them a notch on my bedpost, a data point on an upcoming fuck guide, while they saw a potential future with me. It didn’t help that I began having to lie about how long I was staying in the country. My strategic lies and tested game did not give these trustworthy and gentle girls a fighting chance to resist a rapid sexual outcome. I started to feel guilty about what I was doing.
In the past, I never created a one-night stand. I banged girls who were horny, hadn’t been laid in a while, and would have probably fucked another guy if I didn’t show up. But in Poland I created bangs. They had boyfriends or were actively getting fucked by another guy. They weren’t cruising for cock and some never had a one-night stand before. I made her feel that she had an amazing connection with this foreign man, causing her to do something that she hadn’t ever done. Then, in all likelihood, I cooled off. There was no one to replace me in a month or two. The connection she felt must have been fraudulent if I opted not to pursue it.
Did I hurt some Polish girls? I remain pensive about it because I don’t see them as drunk sluts, or American cunts who I want to hate fuck. I saw them as girls that, had I been in a different place, I’d want to date long-term. I began to pedastalize Polish girls because after nearly seven months in the country, I realized that they were worth being put on the pedestal. They are good and wholesome girls.
The morality question only arises if you’re creating bangs in non-Western countries instead of merely screening for Western sluts who are pining for sex. Trust me when I say you aren’t hurting any American or British girl with your one-night stand game, since in just a month you’ll be a forgotten cock (she probably won’t even count you as a notch). Yet if you go to Poland and sell big dreams to a girl who never met a foreign man before, she may view that sex as a means to some type of long-term happiness, not the end itself.
I’m almost thankful of one thing: that I’m from a country where it’s impossible to love the women, where they want the same shallow fucking that I want, because if I was Polish, how could I spend over ten years pumping and dumping girls who want to care for me, cook for me, and do everything they can to make me proud that they’re on my arm? You can’t master game in a country where the women are worth it, because you’ll find a sweet girlfriend before you get to that high level.
If I ever go back to Poland, it has to be when I’m older, when I’m done banging just to bang. A big part of respecting the game is respecting the power it has over women, and not purposefully hurting a girl who obviously doesn’t deserve it. Sadly, for most of you stuck in the States, you’ll probably never meet that girl. Pump and dump at will.