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I just returned from a summer trip around Eastern Europe. This field report involves a Polish girl I met in Belgrade, the capitol city of Serbia.
I was a bit put off by the women of Serbia. I heard they were tall, and they were. But I like tall women. However, I also found the majority to be down a notch from the talent I witnessed in other countries, like Poland, Ukraine, Bulgaria and Romania. There were plenty of beauties, just over all I was more enamoured in Bulgaria, where I just came from. I was thinking of going back to Bulgaria since I’d hooked up with a nice girl there, but I also wanted a girl I could travel with, so started hanging out around the hostel in Belgrade and chatting up traveller girls there.
The girl working the desk was Serbian, and a special sort of pretty. So I spent time working on her. She was warm and talkative, but when I got to asking her out, she wasn’t giving me much.
“What are your plans tonight?” I asked. She doesn’t like to party, and doesn’t do much, because she’s “boring.” I teased her, “Oh… you’re sooo old (about 23). Are you going to spend the night knitting, reading romance novels and playing with your cats?”
The Serbian just stared at me, smiling, but another girl who I hadn’t noticed before, was giggling like a teenage girl who just met Justin Bieber. I made another bad joke, and again she giggled. I point at her, “Well SHE thinks I’m funny.”
“You are!” she replied.
I took a good look at her. She was very attractive as well. Maybe not as stunning as the Serbian, but far more receptive, and very sexy. She had these great big blue anime eyes, and natural dark and long eye lashes. Shorter than me, fit, sexy legs, ample curves, not fat, and a cute, elven face. But most of all, I like her, because she liked me.
In night game I teach guys to go for the women who like them. Sure you can seduce girls who are harder to get, but don’t ignore the signs from girls that want your attention either.
She disappears into the hostel. I go out for a walk and when I return she’s sitting on the front steps. I don’t hesitate and open her up. She’s from Poland, and travelled here via hitchhiking to see the Serbian guy who works at the hostel.
“Oh, so you’re not sleeping here?” I asked.
“No… I’m staying at his place,” referring to hostel employee. “I just hang out while he works.”
We end up chatting for about fifteen minutes, and the hostel guy occasionally walks by, and shoots us a cool glance. She’s laughing at my jokes, and I steal a touch on her hand, pointing out something about her nail polish.
I like this girl. I don’t care she’s with this guy. I’m going to steal her, I decide. So I get her Instagram. It was time to eject anyway, because the hostel guy was starting to interrupt us. He could tell, as could I, that something was off between the two of them.
That evening I text her this: “Come with me to Hungary.”
She was only staying with him for a week, and then backpacking again. I was also backpacking, so I figured I could steal her, as a travel companion. But the message was “Be with me,” not just “Travel with me.” She knew that.
“Sorry, but I came here for him.”
Well, at least I tried. I thought that was the end of Polish girl. But hours later, that night she texted me: “What are you doing tonight? Want to grab a beer?”
Beer? Fuck yes. So we meet up in the centre, buy some beers and walk around the castle. At one point, I put my hand on her bare leg, and run it slowly up and down, commenting on how smooth they are. “Don’t just touch my legs like that,” she says, “I’m still with him…”
“Oh yeah?” I reply. “And how is that working out for you?”
This is my go to line for women with boyfriends.
She blinks her big eyes, frowns and says, “Actually… well… not so good.”
A few minutes later, I take my finger, point it at her leg, then as if daring her to stop me, I poke it. She doesn’t say a thing. Vines are swinging.
To be continued....
I was a bit put off by the women of Serbia. I heard they were tall, and they were. But I like tall women. However, I also found the majority to be down a notch from the talent I witnessed in other countries, like Poland, Ukraine, Bulgaria and Romania. There were plenty of beauties, just over all I was more enamoured in Bulgaria, where I just came from. I was thinking of going back to Bulgaria since I’d hooked up with a nice girl there, but I also wanted a girl I could travel with, so started hanging out around the hostel in Belgrade and chatting up traveller girls there.
The girl working the desk was Serbian, and a special sort of pretty. So I spent time working on her. She was warm and talkative, but when I got to asking her out, she wasn’t giving me much.
“What are your plans tonight?” I asked. She doesn’t like to party, and doesn’t do much, because she’s “boring.” I teased her, “Oh… you’re sooo old (about 23). Are you going to spend the night knitting, reading romance novels and playing with your cats?”
The Serbian just stared at me, smiling, but another girl who I hadn’t noticed before, was giggling like a teenage girl who just met Justin Bieber. I made another bad joke, and again she giggled. I point at her, “Well SHE thinks I’m funny.”
“You are!” she replied.
I took a good look at her. She was very attractive as well. Maybe not as stunning as the Serbian, but far more receptive, and very sexy. She had these great big blue anime eyes, and natural dark and long eye lashes. Shorter than me, fit, sexy legs, ample curves, not fat, and a cute, elven face. But most of all, I like her, because she liked me.
In night game I teach guys to go for the women who like them. Sure you can seduce girls who are harder to get, but don’t ignore the signs from girls that want your attention either.
She disappears into the hostel. I go out for a walk and when I return she’s sitting on the front steps. I don’t hesitate and open her up. She’s from Poland, and travelled here via hitchhiking to see the Serbian guy who works at the hostel.
“Oh, so you’re not sleeping here?” I asked.
“No… I’m staying at his place,” referring to hostel employee. “I just hang out while he works.”
We end up chatting for about fifteen minutes, and the hostel guy occasionally walks by, and shoots us a cool glance. She’s laughing at my jokes, and I steal a touch on her hand, pointing out something about her nail polish.
I like this girl. I don’t care she’s with this guy. I’m going to steal her, I decide. So I get her Instagram. It was time to eject anyway, because the hostel guy was starting to interrupt us. He could tell, as could I, that something was off between the two of them.
That evening I text her this: “Come with me to Hungary.”
She was only staying with him for a week, and then backpacking again. I was also backpacking, so I figured I could steal her, as a travel companion. But the message was “Be with me,” not just “Travel with me.” She knew that.
“Sorry, but I came here for him.”
Well, at least I tried. I thought that was the end of Polish girl. But hours later, that night she texted me: “What are you doing tonight? Want to grab a beer?”
Beer? Fuck yes. So we meet up in the centre, buy some beers and walk around the castle. At one point, I put my hand on her bare leg, and run it slowly up and down, commenting on how smooth they are. “Don’t just touch my legs like that,” she says, “I’m still with him…”
“Oh yeah?” I reply. “And how is that working out for you?”
This is my go to line for women with boyfriends.
She blinks her big eyes, frowns and says, “Actually… well… not so good.”
A few minutes later, I take my finger, point it at her leg, then as if daring her to stop me, I poke it. She doesn’t say a thing. Vines are swinging.
To be continued....
