Belgrade Diaries – Part Four

August 7, 2015
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I got my first lay of the trip a week in, on the Tuesday evening and I was flying home on the Thursday afternoon. As of Tuesday morning I didn’t know the notch was coming, so in my mind I was left with two evenings to try to get a lucky lady into my bed. I was still having trouble with flakes, likely a consequence of the town having been burned for a month straight. My strongest lead had agreed a Wednesday evening date but I didn’t want all my eggs in one basket on the last night [wisely, she cancelled at short notice]. What is the most basic advice for a player who is struggling to get results?

Open more sets.

That solves many problems right there. I wasn’t feeling particularly enthusiastic but my familiar determination to get something had resurfaced so I hit the streets on Tuesday afternoon, shortly after lunch (and before I got the first lay). It was roasting hot, not many girls were out, but the clock was ticking and if I wanted to make things happen I had to just get on with it. To get myself up for it I watched a scene from a Private porno movie on Redtube where they do a fake SDL (Triple X magazine 11, the blonde Swedish bird, I think)

I did a few sets on the walk up towards the Slavia Square roundabout. I was sleepy, worn-out, feeling a bit of sunstroke so rather than force myself into a fake happy vibe I just recognised my state for what it was and matched my game to the same low energy. I was chill and laconic. Finally as I was crossing past Hotel Moskova and coming in to the plaza above Republic Square I got the familiar spider-sense. A leggy brunette was ambling past.

At first sight she seemed a typical Belgrade girl: long legs, dark hair, denium shorts, converse, tight vest. No reason to choose her over any other and no reason to expect a better result than any other, but my spider-sense had tingled. Why? I quickly realised it was her earrings – they were coloured feather like you’d see in a craft market rather than a high street store.

Slightly longer legs and shorter hair

but with slightly longer legs and shorter hair

I’d found her “softener”

Girls of a slightly quirky or offbeat mentality will find a way to signal it. Often it’s a single item of clothing or accessory and it’s saying “I’m not just a standard mainstream girl”. Perhaps she has band patches on her bag, or a little metal badge. Perhaps it’s novelty socks. Perhaps she’s carrying an unusual book. Girls who are fully in the mainstream (and therefore probably trapped in the middle of The Herd) are usually head-to-toe mainstream. When I find a softener I know the girl is more likely to like my daygame, and I’m more likely to enjoy chatting to her.

So I stop this girl. She’s hot. My height, in athletic trim, and a pretty face. Twenty-two years old.

She likes it immediately, purring like a cat, and after a minute says “I’m going this way, to eat, do you want to join me?” I assent and we walk a few hundred metres to a pavement cafe. “I just ate so I’ll only have a drink. Since you’re eating, why don’t you choose” I tell her.

We sit under a canopy at the end of Knez Mihailova and I spread out into my chair and begin the idate game. It’s easy conversation and she’s not giving me any trouble. I find out she’s dating her teacher, a guy my age. That’s not the least bit surprising based on her earrings.

I know I’m under time pressure. I’ve got to either SDL her today, or get a date tomorrow. So I move things fast as we trade intrusive questions. Before she’s finished her food we’ve already gotten a lot done and I’ve told a few funny stories. The SDL evaporates when she says she’s meeting a friend up by Slavia Square in half an hour so we settle the check and I say “I’ll walk with you halfway, until I find an ice-cream kiosk” and away we go.

What to do? I have to gamble.

As I buy an ice lolly I tell her to come sit with me on a metal handrail and she comes over. I can see she’s not really wanting to leave, even though she has a pressing appointment. I decide to just Hail Mary the verbal escalation.

“Tell me the sexual thing you’ve never done, and maybe never will, but you think about it”

“Sex with two men” she replies.

“One at each end like this” I say, using gestures to describe a spit-roast. “Or one dick in your ass and the other in your pussy?”

“The second type” she says. This is less than an hour after we met. My energy is very chill and non-judgemental. I expound a little on sexual openess and then she takes her turn.

“How about you?”

“Well, this one is half-joke and half-real. At the moment it’s just a silly idea but I think I’ll probably do it some time. Next time I suddenly come into some cash, I want to rent the penthouse suite in a hotel, buy lots of cocaine and gin, and hire ten hookers. Then I’ll run amok all night until I have a heart attack and wake up in hospital.”

She likes that. Smiling, looking up and into the sky. There’s more sex talk about being dominated, how I like to fuck etc. I’m treating this as a preview for her, to give her an idea of what she’ll get so it’ll grow in her mind and perhaps make her horny tonight. Plant the seed and hope for the best.

We swap numbers and she wanders off to her friend. I’m strangely confident I’ll see her again, but time is running out. Later that evening I ping her on Whatsapp but she’s offline and doesn’t reply until lunchtime the next day. She says she doesn’t have mobile internet so SMS is better. See below.

Belgrade 1

Belgrade 2

At this point my 9pm second date with the LMR girl hadn’t been cancelled, so I’m trying to squeeze in my two last shots at glory into one evening. By the time I walk up to Republic Square at half six I’m drinking in the last chance saloon. She arrives ten minutes late, dressed nice in vest and short-shorts but not especially sexual. I’m not sure how to calibrate her. So we walk off to the moustache bar again.

It’s a good date. She’s not reciprocating any kino but she’s staying there and she’s fully participating in the conversation. She was to tell me later that she was deliberately holding back compliance to amuse herself with how hard I’d try and to see if I got desperate. Evidently I passed that test.

Walking into that bar I get some good luck. There’s an old carriage mounted on blocks and they’ve turned it into a snug little place to sit, so we climb aboard and sit next to each other. I do all the usual stuff – prodding her thighs, checking her calf muscles with my hands, playing with her hair and so on. She lets it happen but doesn’t reciprocate. We drink two beers each – a good sign.

This actual carriage, but they'd removed the wooden man

This actual carriage, but they’d removed the wooden man

Then I walk her along to Das Boot, a basement bar close to my apartment. I’d never been in before but I’m glad I went. It was empty and split into three linked rooms, so we could sit completely isolated while I drank whiskey and she sipped beer. As interesting as the conversation was, it was an ordeal because I was so focused on having to get it done tonight. About three hours in I start telling wild sex stories – lay reports, basically. Some of them are really squalid and funny, and all are wrapped up into lots of male commaraderie with my friends. She’s loving them. I figure I just have to present the extreme r-selection / travelling nomad vibe because she’s telling me she’s really into her boyfriend.

Finally I reach across the table, grab her chin, and kiss her.

She pretends to resist but I see the flush on her face and spark in her eyes. For the first time since we met I’m starting to think the lay is a very possible outcome. Finally I get her to sit next to me and lean in a bit, but there are still barriers. She’s weighing up the usual forebrain-hindbrain, ASD and value calculations. I can tell she’s loving the date and she says a few times she’s amazed how openly we can talk.

But it was a sofa the night I was there

But it was a sofa the night I was there

It feels precarious but by 11pm I have to pull the trigger. I tell her to drink up and I’ll show her my apartment. She does the usual “only for a minute” stuff and walks in with me. She has a smoke outside and any time I get close enough to kiss she wanders away. She’s thinking hard, trying to decide what to do. The boyfriend is a huge obstacle.

“I want to get some cigarettes and go home. Will you walk with me?” she says and I agree.

During the short walk to the kiosks by Studenski Square I’m getting that sinking feeling of the lay slipping through my fingers. I try hard to maintain an unaffected calm demeanour but inside I’m cursing my luck – two chances to get laid tonight have turned into zero. Time to gamble again.

Standard PUA advice is “don’t change her mind, change her mood”

Well, I’d changed her mood and her mind was still in the way. I decided to logic her into bed. So on the walk up I push the adventure sex frame harder, providing her all manner of rationalisations. She tells me, “meeting you has made me realise I love my boyfriend.”

That’s a tough one. How to respond?

“That’s good, that it’s helped clear your mind. You’ve found the guy you want and you can get married, have children, and have a good life. The thing is, your body is obviously crying out for one last adventure. It’s like trying to hold your breath underwater – you can use training and mental discipline to stay under longer, but biology forces you to come up for air eventually. You will fuck at least one more guy, your body demands it, the question is just who and when. You have unfinished business.

The way I see it, you’ve got a choice. You can wait a while until you can no longer control your urges, and you fuck a local Serbian guy. Probably he’ll try to make you into his girlfriend and when you say no, he might keep calling you, or post on your Facebook wall, or just make trouble for you so people find out. Alternatively, there’s me. I’m leaving the country tomorrow. I’m English, I don’t speak Serbian, and I have zero interest in making you my girlfriend. I’m looking for simple, exciting adventure. Nothing more.”

The whole time we’re slowly walking back towards my apartment while she puffs on her cigarette, her arms folded.

“You’re obviously saying that because you want to fuck me” she retorts. It’s just a test.

“Of course I want to fuck you. I’m just saying you can do it without any effect on the rest of your situation here.”

“I don’t know. It’s not easy for me” she replies and by now I’m turning my door key and we walk back into my apartment.

There’s nothing more I can do. Kissing her, touching her up, dirty talking and so on will just make her feel pressured. More logic will be brow-beating her with the same thing over and over. She’s a smart girl with a strong rebellious streak. I just have to let her make up her own mind.

After puffing through another cigarette in the garden she comes in and sits on the bed, then lies back staring at the ceiling, perplexed. Obvously she wants sex, she’s just bothered at the thought of cheating. I lie next to her but don’t touch. My vibe is light and carefree, smiling. She looks over at me, then at the ceiling, then at me.

“Okay. I’ll do it” she blurts out, “but no anal”

I mentally fist-pump. I kiss her and say “let’s relieve you of all these unnecessary clothes”

It’s great sex. She looks excellent naked and throws herself into it with wild abandon, like it really is her last adventure on earth. I smash her from pillar to post and enjoy every moment of it. I try anal anyway, but she refuses that. Finally after an hour I’m all in. We shower and dress then I walk her to catch the last bus home. Just before boarding I tell her, “I’m not going to hassle you, but we can stay in touch and if you’d like to see me again, just let me know.”

She gives me a big kiss, hops on the bus like a happy schoolgirl, and waves from the window as the bus pulls away. I walk home relieved, once more ruminating on how something as tiny as noticing one girl’s earrings can trigger a chain of events that turn a Euro Jaunt from “frustrating” to “awesome”

15 Comments

  1. Hah, wow – never that thought that logic would work.

  2. Normally when I think of a girl cheating on her boyfriend I’d assume she is either emotionally unstable or with him primarily for security.

    It seems here this girl has a deep emotional connection with him, but still cheats. When I meet a girl with a bf and it seems she genuinely cares for him, normally I’d view it as a dead end and move on. Maybe in such situations I need to push a more R-selected frame? But even then it’s a low probability chance of success.

    When speaking with this girl, did you get the impression she was pulled into his reality? [It’s low probability. I was just the right package and I deftly massaged her through her objections. It was touch and go the whole time, even though she really fancied me. K.]

  3. Good boy Mr K! Excellent work son 🙂

  4. Love these reports. The standard of beauty in Eastern Europe defies belief to a trapped Westerner like me.

  5. Now I really know what you mean by r-selected day game. This is cutting edge stuff. Very different than the original LDM which was tame in comparison.

  6. Mr. K, I had a similar SO situation when I was in at college during summer school with an engaged woman in my social circle. Massive DHV–I had saved her from a potential rapist. I didn’t make her laugh during the seduction phase or chat her up at all. I showed that discretion was important. Other than that, the seduction was almost a direct instigation.

    Key factors: Discretion + massive DHV + woman’s high T level from just entering estrus phase

    Let me know if you need more details for discussion.

  7. Awesome story. I like how you knew not to pressure too much. Good lesson.

  8. Its curious that you’re breaking the rules (& ignoring some of your own advice). After a minute she suggested going to eat … and you agreed.

    1) Many PUAs would refuse this invitation as they would see it as the girl leading. A more frequent related occurance is when the girl asks if you want to walk with them, often daygamers will refuse ..

    2) You convinced her with logical debate to have sex … this is seen by many to be pointless …

    Are you rethinking what works and what doesn’t infield? [Always prioritise calibration over rules. K.]

    • Rules are most useful when your woman-reading skills (WRS) are weak. As your WRS improve, you can rely more on calibration.

      Rules go to the high percentage play, but good calibration will allow you to make plays that woodenly following the rules wouldn’t.

      If a woman is in the mood but her cortex is c0ckblocking you, then logic is the way to go.

  9. Being a Martial Artist having trained for over 10 years now and recently starting BJJ. It’s clear that if you want to improve and see results, you have to roll with people and spar consistently with as many of them as possible. This is because everyone will have their own strengths and weaknesses that you can only experience by sparring with them live and non rehearsed. It’s the best way to put your skills to the test. In most BJJ circles, there’s an infamous saying that most of your injuries will happen at White Belt, which makes sense – You’re likely to use strength, resistance and force due to the lack of experience and technique on the matt.

    The same is true for Game. If you want to see results, you have to talk to loads of women of all types in order to learn the nuances of each personality type, shit-tests and objections.

    In comparison to Martial Arts, Game is easy. There are only so many different types of responses you’ll get from women in all stages of the interaction leading up to the close. But with Martial Arts, it’s a lot more complex. I’ve seen many guys over the years drop out with a bruised ego having either been tapped out or knocked senseless from one side of the training hall to the other.

    In short, calibration is key and can only be developed through time in field… It can’t be taught.

  10. “The way I see it, you’ve got a choice. You can wait a while until you can no longer control your urges, and you fuck a local Serbian guy. Probably he’ll try to make you into his girlfriend and when you say no, he might keep calling you, or post on your Facebook wall, or just make trouble for you so people find out. Alternatively, there’s me. I’m leaving the country tomorrow. I’m English, I don’t speak Serbian, and I have zero interest in making you my girlfriend. I’m looking for simple, exciting adventure. Nothing more.”

    This is master psychology. This is far beyond GLL type screening game. Its not in the same universe. I didn’t know you could be that directly obvious with your intentions as that’s a pretty strong boyfriend disqualifier. Those are for advanced PUAs who know their shit. And now I’ve learned a new trick that will take me three or four times using it before I get it half way right.

    Still giving stuff out for free here, for those that are looking. Its like 2010 all over again. Heh.

    • To put it simply, it’s a variation of the Tourist Game in that “What happens outside your social circle, stays outside your social circle.” Nick just spells it out in her frame since the conflict is in the neocortex, not in the hind brain. The girl was smart enough to resolve it there and not make it a battle of “feelz vs. feelz”.

  11. Thanks for the great last few posts.
    I think the “now or never” is not as logical as it seems.
    Just like the “it’s too bad you can’t….” style of phrasing.
    Cheers

  12. Nick,
    Are the smaller cities in Czech full of blondes with tits?

    I like blondes who are easy going but hate lanky boyish bodies (need good curves but not lard)-
    what cities would you say check those boxes?

  13. How did she like the anal ?

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