Eurochode Hell – Spanish guys have no game

September 5, 2011
krauserpua

It’s part of my relationship game that I teach my girlfriends about life, the universe and everything. I want to impart upon them in short order the sort of wisdom it took me a (much longer) lifetime to acquire. There’s so much bullshit and quackery in the world and I want to innoculate the girls against it before I send them back into the wild, outside my umbrella of leadership and protection.

It also gives opportunities for fun. In the case of my Barcelona trip, some tooling of Eurochodes.

I firmly believe that while the universal law of gender parity prevails in the long run, in the short run there can be wildly different mismatches in countries between the men and the women. I’m talking top-10%-of-sexual-market here. Mutants, mongs and munters are invisible in this analysis. For example:

  • Britain: cool guys with style and game vs fat entitled masculine women
  • Lithuania: dorky computer nerds vs curvy warm feminine sweethearts
  • Russia: dorky square-headed aspy kids vs leggy smoking hot ice queens
  • Italy: suave good-looking pussy-beggars vs stunning witches
  • Spain: spineless pretty boys vs sultry but kinda chubby hotties

"Will settle for a six"

A skewed sample perhaps but I swear I only saw one couple in the whole of this holiday where the man wasn’t at least a point more physically attractive than his girl. That couple was Russian. Throughout the streets I see lithe tall good-looking guys being led around like puppies by fairly-hot-but-porky-bellied women. This flouts the first rule of game: You should be banging girls better looking than you are. When the sexes turn up at the evolutionary mating pit, women bring their svelte DNA. They are a nicely-formed oven for you to bake your bun in. The guy brings pretty much everything else except looks. So if you are bringing your looks it’s like the old poker table adage: every table has a sucker. If you don’t know who it is, it’s you.

I’ve been clubbing two nights in a row here with my two Lithuanian girls. One is my official girlfriend, the other is her friend and single. First night I sent my girl onto the dancefloor to sway her hips and wave her arms. Sure enough within a few minutes a chode crystal formed around her and four friends spent half an hour slitting each other’s throats trying to get at her. A horrible display of anti-wing rules and an obvious telegraphing of low value. My girl was disgusted. After giving them half an hour I jumped in with some retard dancing to AMOG and sure enough the chode crystal shattered. Not a fair battle, but a fun game.

Eurochodeland

Next night was worse. We went to Razmatazz, a “cool” club, shortly after 1pm. As expected it was a sausage factory mixing local Spaniards and assorted other Eurochodes. Soon lots of painted up 6s arrived to attention whore. I didn’t spot an eight or better all night. Me and my girl tried reading the club and were amazed that nobody was having fun. The guy’s all stood awkwardly near the dancefloor value-scanning or else danced awkwardly off time to the music, or did chode-hopping displays. At no point did any guy seem to be dancing for the sheer joy of it. Most of the girls were just positioning themselves into sight lines to shake their arses in little rapo games. As the night progressed things improved a little and people started to chill a little but that’s when the pussy-beggars went into overdrive.

Again I sent my girl out to dance and she was opened about ten times in half an hour. I say “opened” but I think only one guy did it fairly well – it was like a mild version of 60′s rapid escalation. I’d call it Tepid Escalation. He came in full-on and started a challenging conversation but unfortunately telegraphed too much dependence and crumbled when my bird gave him the Russian Minute. Then he just got creepy until dismissed. Some fat omega begged her friend for a photo. Other guys did really half-arsed grinds or walk-by stares. At no point did any guy seriously commit to the open in a manner that put his balls on the line. These pretty boys are terrified of real rejection. It wasn’t really an environment conducive to indirect game. No one was having enough fun to be the warm end of the pool to draw women in unopened.

So me and my bird just did retard dancing all night and had a great time.

I never considered myself good at club game but I’ve realised just how poor most of the competition is. These guys had nothing behind their looks. I saw guys being tooled all night long. Tall, suave male 8s and 9s getting tooled by little fat 6s. Horrible.

20 Comments

  1. Great field report. The breakdown of the different countries rings true as well.

  2. “Tepid Escalation” now that made me laugh.

  3. I’ve been in Italy three months. I can honestly tell you, you’re perception of men here is wrong. Some, and I stress SOME, men are good looking. The Italian men are skinny, weak, drama-queen betas, with NO game. They dress more feminine than their girlfriends, and are incredibly jealous. No wonder the girls here are witches to them.

  4. What it comes down to, really, is that men with game, thrive in every environment, in most measurable ways.

    The takehome here, then, for moderately skilled to Assassin level gamesmen, are that Lithuania, Italy, and Russia are rich with babes. Sharpen your tools, hone your aim and banter, and enjoy.

    Conversely, avoid Spain and England.

  5. What is this “chode crystal”?
    I generally disagree with this post. Looks are matter of opinion not general applause.
    I come from a general standpoint of dating whoever the fuck you want it doesn’t matter if she’s a 6 or a 34435343291.
    Plus, I notice a lot of stereotyping on your blog recently I know its impossible to get rid of it because its in our nature but I find its good not to do it, for OUR and others good.

    [Stereotypes are usually based on fact. I like them. K.]

  6. Despite the best line being plagiarised from me I’m glad you wrote this. I agree wholeheartedly. The swarthy Europeans and Latino’s that I’ve seen rely totally on their looks, are hopeless pussy-beggars and are led around by bossy women. The phenomena can be seen in different arenas all over the world. Take a look round Newcastle; obese 4′s dragging their better looking (i.e. 5) and thinner boyfriends around. Yuk.

  7. Same shit here in my American city. The majority of girls tend to leave the clubs by 11pm. They’re pretty smart for doing so.

  8. @K, I’m going to Costa Brava in 2 weeks … you spoiled the surprise!
    Luckily I’m going there with 9 Romanian girls … just in case.

  9. Lucky we are going to the Ukraine instead of Chodeanian ;-)

    • Ukraine … good choice! Most of the girls I approached in Costa Brava were russian and ukrainian. Spanish girls are UGs!

      In Ibiza though, most of the girls were good looking, even (spanish) locals.

      Good tip for your next time in Barcelona: pickup at the beach instead of the clubs; you get better looking girls.

  10. >I never considered myself good at club game

    I remember reading your thoughts about it, and now as I’m gaining more experience at it (a long way off being good), and seeing my wings progress at it, I think you over thought club game.

    The depth you went into to crack street game seems necessary, it’s very tough compared to a night club.

    Think about club game like this and you will see why I think it’s probably pretty simple:

    You have a large, dark venue full of loads of women. The loud music and flashing lights spikes their buying temperature. A good percentage of whom came there because they’re DTF. They are nearly all drunk. The vast majority of guys either just stare at the women, or get almost too drunk to walk before they approach.

  11. This is similar to what happens in Toronto in many social circles. U of T Engineering and Centennial College are the worst. My friend told me that even a 2 gets 5 guys talking to her at those places.

    Pretty horrible, which is why I avoid those kind of places and stick to the art departments.

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  14. This was a pretty interesting read, but I dunno where you are coming from… You must have gone there on an odd night or something. Either that or you went on a night after I had been there the evening before and ravaged it lol. As a Barcelona local, I must say I have had some BANGING nights at Razzmatazz, danced like there was no tomorrow and made some of my best catches in that club… So yeah. Entirely disagree.

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