Smash City

[Bismarck]

I went out last night to a proper nightclub with a cover charge for the first time in a while. It was probably the first time this year (I had been to tiny "nightclubs" which were basements of lounge-type bars without cover charges in May, and had been to a small bar with a dancefloor in March). It might have been the first time since NYE 2015.

The abundance of really hot girls was crazy. I can see how such venues make ideal training grounds for men seeking to hone the seductive arts.

I went with two buddies, and again it was interesting to note the difference between them. One has a mediocre physique, with scrawny arms, is short, and I wouldn't call him handsome (but he isn't ugly either), yet is of aristocratic stock (his style is classic). The other has no such lineage to speak of, is a mulatto (white + mixed heritage on his mother's side), is much more good looking (no homo), taller, more stylish ("urban"), albeit with a nondescript physique.

The main difference that I can surmise between them is game. The aristocrat (I call him this, but most aristocrats have no game whatsoever, so it should not be taken as inherent privilege or advantage where girls are concerned) has really good game. He's an amazing conversationalist, in that he sets chase frames, comfort, push/pull, makes girls qualify to him, all super subtly, so that after chatting with a girl for 15 or more minutes, she's basically his. The mulatto has zero game. He used to be a bar crawl guide and so was able to smash lots of snatch (including plenty of top-shelf twat), but he can't do verbal game to save his life. His conversation is boring and bland. He resorts to frequent compliments. It all sounds rather contrived and insincere.

At the club, the mulatto got us a VIP table (four bottles of Smirnoff plus mixers). This was the first time I was in a VIP lounge in a nightclub. It happened that I was just vibing, leaning on a railing around the table and partly moving my body to the banging tunes, when I saw, in two different instances, two separate SHBs smiling at me.

Unfortunately I had to work the next day (today) and even had a morning plan to hit the beach (which thankfully was rescheduled when I told the people I was going with I could only come later but also because the weather was windy and even fresh this morning) so I couldn't be in the club 100% in the moment not having to keep time under control (to eventually leave and still catch some shut-eye) also had been in gym in the morning and had already done a tour that day so was exhausted, also didn't drink anything except a glass of bubbly at the start of the night and a shot at the first bar (before nightclub). I also hadn't had lunch that day. So in the end I not only didn't have the necessary energy to stay there until closing time fully concentrated on securing and then extracting and smashing some high-end twat but I was also worried about today's morning plans and afternoon tour.

During the 3.5 hours I was in the nightclub, since we walked in with three girls we pulled from the first bar, and one of the girls was into me, and she was hot, I was mainly managing her. She was early twenties, pretty, had blue eyes, was half-American, with huge hooters, short hair, and some Gen Z tats. Also a bit of hair under her armpits. At one point we were alone and I kissed her neck, and she grinded her ass on my dick, but I didn't make out with her because I wanted to let the tension build (also to avoid getting LMR if I went for the pull) but I never spoke to her about leaving or coming to my house. Anyway, I didn't have the energy. If I had brought her home I would probably have gotten floppy dick or PE. And, very quickly in the nightclub I was tired - it's such a chaotic environment, with girls losing their friends all the time, and you losing yours, etc...

 

[Bismarck]

Quick update

I haven't been active on the game front for some time, and it's beginning to show. I had a plate I was working on last year; she came to visit me in my hometown in August, and we had a hot few days together, then we travelled together in January 2026. Before that, after she'd left, in early September 2025, I approached this Russian in the supermarket and successfully brought her home, but didn't close.

The plate girl is cute, but she gained weight from the first time I met her (March 2025) to the last, and she had already been slimmer before we met if her insta is any indication. Additionally, her sexuality seemed rather performative, and she was constantly talking about other guys she'd fucked or even was fucking. Her twat was too loose for me to feel much even without protecsh, so I'd have to go behind to feel something tight.

Frankly, I lost interest in her. A nice girl, but a bit too autistic for me (esp. with the talking about other guys she's fucking thing).

In the meantime, I had a detour where I was considering going for a serious relationship with this local chick from a good family a friend of mine introduced me to at his birthday dinner in November 2025. Unfortunately, despite her being cute and pleasant, albeit with what looked like unfirm buttocks (and a bit old, 32, I'm 37 so half of the age gap I aspire to), the lack of action after three dates made me lose interest as well.

So I went back to square one. Now, initially I was too busy to notice. But then spring came, and girls started taking layers off. The sun's rays naturally increased my test, and I started dreaming of smash again.

So some weeks ago I approached a 10 in the tram. Didn't close though. Opened indirect, sat in front of her then turned backwards to approach, it worked beautifully. She lives in my neighbourhood.

Then, about a week ago, I sat next to this girl with svelte legs elegantly displayed in a short sport skirt on the bus, and, after browsing my smartphone for a while, tapped her on the shoulder so she'd remove her headphones and asked her what music she was listening to. We chatted, and clicked really well, so I grabbed her digits. Girl was slim (Ukrainian), dirty blonde, bossy, with nice blue eyes. Nose and chin, I would discover during our date, were suboptimal.

Again, I had no time to think about strategizing our soirée, even inviting her for food, something I'd never done before, and so, predictably, the encounter came to naught, with her ghosting me the next day. The main issue, aside from lack of forethought/planning/leadership, was that I so swept her off her feet on the approach (and in-between texting was also good despite my not having pushed back enough when she called it a "date") that during the date she was still wowed and I didn't bring my attainability down enough.

The latest incident, and the one that has made me internalise the need to get off this Plato's Cave-like delusion that you can just invite a chick out and chat with her as if she was your bro (no, she's a girl - different species altogether!) and start re-implementing the various game strands I'd used in the past, was a girl from my tour Saturday 4 April afternoon. She was cute/hot, Argentinian, brunette, 30, stylish, and sassy, and came to the rooftop bar I invited her to dressed to the nines, so clearly open to the possibility of having her legs prised open. Nevertheless, aside from seeding the pull I ran zero game on her, so predictably, once we got to my door (me holding her firm waist) she said "I'm not going inside, I don't do this" (lmao, if I got a dime for every time I heard a chick say that I'd be a billionnaire by now) and left.

She sent me some texts, saying she'd enjoyed herself but learnt how to control herself. Her last text was intended as advice (lol if this girl knew I've been with almost 130 girls...) "You seem a fun guy! if you ever cross a latin american girl again, NEVER HESITATE in kissing them" lmao this was in reference to my not having made out with her at rooftop bar when she started getting super close to my face and pressuring me to kiss, and just given her a few pecks as I rubbed her shaved leg and we touched each other's hands.

I can count in the fingers of one hand the number of girls I've made out with during date and still managed to undress and perforate at the sex location.

 

[POB]

"You seem a fun guy! if you ever cross a latin american girl again, NEVER HESITATE in kissing them"

This made me lol
The rust will fade, just keep going.

 

[OldGuy]

You should not push for the kiss before getting her home, but if she pushes for the kiss, you need to go along.

 

[Bismarck]

Thanks for the comments guys.

Updates here are Wednesday I was running some errands in town and direct compliment approached this stylish 10 stationary lone wolf set inside the tram. I was running circles inside my head attempting to come up with things to say to her and then talked myself out of pursuing verbally since she hadn't "hooked" but actually she had asked me if the shop I'd been to was a sock shop, so that probably qualifies as a hook as it's a question. She wasn't making it easy for me but she was responding to my gentle prodding, and I could at least have told her to show up at the spot I went to on Thursday with some bros (though on Wed plan wasn't set in stone yet).

Thursday went to this hot spot with some bros, approached a few sets, nothing extraordinary, but lots of cute and some hot chicks and good vibes. Had a glass of vino, which is rare for me, and may have negatively impacted my sleep.

Friday went out with the same bros from Thursday (before that went bowling with some other bros) to some cool bars in a different part of town and made out with this cute local chick but didn't extract for smash as I had to rush home to crash to swim the next morning and give a tour after lunch.

 

[Bismarck]

Monday I saw this hottie enter the early morning bus whom I'd opened a few weeks prior while we were both waiting for said bus. It had been situational indirect, and I had paced and led her with a comment about the beautiful dawn sky, which she'd agreed to, then we'd got on and sat on separate seats. When I was leaving, I'd smiled at her and said "see you".

On Monday, as I was leaving the bus, I turned to her and smiled, and she beamed at me. It was really intense. No words were exchanged.

On Wednesday early morning, I was thinking about her as I made my way to the bus stop, and she showed up, lol. I sat next to her on the bench and we chatted. I introduced myself and then asked her if she'd be down to get a coffee some time, and she said yes. I got her number.

We got on the bus and I thought we'd sit on separate seats again but she followed me into the aisle this time, so I stood back and let her sit on the window seat then sat next to her. We continued chatting on the bus. I kissed her cheek to say goodbye.

I shot her two texts at 10 am and she responded with 2 more at 12pm with smilies aplenty, showing a fair bit of investment. Then I maybe shot for the close too fast (I saw a way to tie it to what she'd told me on her second text) when traditionally I would have drawn the back and forth over text out a bit longer (in my defense, I was influenced by ChatGPT, which is like a retard when it comes to game unfortunately). Predictably, she ghosted. Gonna try DWW/topcat's text resurrection tech on day 3 to see if I can still meet up with her, as she's a cutie with great energy.

Yesterday (Thursday) I was waiting for some clients at a beautiful viewpoint when I saw a lone wolf enjoying the view. I got up next to her and turned to her, said "it's a nice view, ey?" then continued from there. She was a local, but of FSE ethnicity (2nd gen immigrant), elegant, svelte, good-looking, who said she did some modeling on the side. I complimented her sneaks. Grabbed digits ("let's continue this conversation another time, we could get a coffee") but then shot ice-breaker and was met with ghost. Also strangely she had auto-disappearing messages on WhatsApp after 24 hours.

 

[Bismarck]

Went out last night and had a weird experience.

I was waiting in line for the loo, and there were two chicks and a dude. I initially opened them all by pointing out the disco ball located in the space with the washbasin from whence the doors to the male and female lavatories protrude in that rooftop bar, without looking at any one of them in particular, which got a reaction from the tall foreign dude.

Before that, or at a similar time, the shorter of the two chicks, a brunette with a cuteish face and slim body, with some ink, had opened the other chick, asking her where she was from.

Then I turned to the short brunette and asked her where she was from. She said she was Brazilian. She then asked me where I was from. I responded, and then she said, "Well, you don't look it, with your light-coloured eyes". Then she gave me an almost imperceptible wink. I asked her about her tats and was touching her forearm in between her wrist and her elbow, where she had this cool jungle cat.

Then she went in, and I was still waiting for the men's. Then she came back out and asked me my name and told me hers. Then she said, "See you soon."

My bro and I, we went to enjoy the sunset. He was espying the crazy amount of babes all around. I managed to find a comfy spot for us to sit on, but he wanted to stay standing because he would be better able to control his drunkenness this way. I was stone-cold sober. Just drinking sparkling waters with slices of lemon and ice.

There was this stylish cute dark-haired girl, also short, who was in our vicinity, and I caught her attention, then gestured with my right hand with a come hither motion so she would come closer (there was a DJ, and it was loud), and opened her this way. My bro, her, and me had an awesome chat, then I invited her to sit next to me. She stayed with us for a while, but she was there with a bachelorette thing, with plenty of girlfriends, and so she told me she wasn't going to have much freedom over the weekend. Some seats vacated close to us, so her friends came, and she told my bro and me that we were welcome to join them there if we liked.

But I wanted to find the Brazilian, because she seemed to be DTF, from that oddly forward behaviour she had displayed earlier.

And eventually I did. This was probably an hour or so after bumping into her in the washroom queue. She was there with two other chicks. I sidled up to her, and my first words were: "Short brunette?" (I actually said her name), to which she said: "Bismarck!" (she said my name). I introduced her to my bro, who in short succession said that "He's been talking about you for the past hour," which made me blush lol.

Anyway, after introducing myself to her two girlfriends, pretty soon we were in our little bubble, and she was super aggressive. Like, after some chat, during which, among other things, she asked me if I wanted her number, she told me she was going to the bathroom, and asked me if I wanted to come, and I said no, so she asked me if I wanted to walk her there, and I pointed the WC out (it wasn't that far from where we were), and said, "I think you can manage," so she said "maybe something could happen on the way to the WC" LOL

So I walked her there, and we started making out. Then I told her she had to stop as she was turning me on too much. Then there was a period of time when I was asking her if she wanted to come home with me, and she was saying yes and no, because some friends of hers were coming to join them, so eventually I left, luckily still at 9.40 so able to crash shortly after 10. Still at 6.30 am this morning my old lady neighbour had the TV on loud ffs...

So now I have this chick's phone number, and I don't know what to do. I told her yesterday I'd text her, but I have a weird feeling about her, I mean, the last time a chick was this forward with me, she wasn't a "chick", if you get my meaning. It was actually a man who'd done those genital mutilation surgeries. Also, if this chick is this forward with me, she must be like this with other guys, which means she's got a high notch count, which means her chocha isn't tight. I'd like to bed a girl that isn't easy to smash, like, that presents a challenge from start to end, because that alone is a guarantee that she isn't easy, meaning that she hasn't had lots of sausage rummaging around inside her, meaning that she may prove to be more than just sex.

On the other hand, I've been dry for 3 months, and there is the whole "whet your willie to get back into the swing of things" argument, which nevertheless also means, especially at my age (late thirties), that I'd be spending energy on something I know, before it even starts, cannot go far. (Though, her approaching the other chick gives me a hint she may be bi, which could mean some interesting potential liaisons...she's also 26, which is a nice age).

 

[Atlas IV]

So now I have this chick's phone number, and I don't know what to do. I told her yesterday I'd text her, but I have a weird feeling about her, I mean, the last time a chick was this forward with me, she wasn't a "chick", if you get my meaning. It was actually a man who'd done those genital mutilation surgeries. Also, if this chick is this forward with me, she must be like this with other guys, which means she's got a high notch count, which means her chocha isn't tight. I'd like to bed a girl that isn't easy to smash, like, that presents a challenge from start to end, because that alone is a guarantee that she isn't easy, meaning that she hasn't had lots of sausage rummaging around inside her, meaning that she may prove to be more than just sex.

She might not necessarily have a high notch count. Your bro set you up on this by telegraphing your interest, so her forwardness is because she likes you.

She is Brazilian, and Brazilian girls tend to be pretty confident and straightforward in general. Also, there are Brazilian girls who act slutty and kiss around at parties, but actually don't necessarily sleep with a lot of guys (right @POB?)

I'd give it a shot You either get a lay or an interesting reference point.

 

[Bismarck]

Yo Atlas thanks for chiming in!

Actually, my suspicions were somewhat confirmed...

I'll preface this by saying that when she went into the loo the second time, I actually brought bro to the side and transmitted to him my suspicions that she was variously a professional (as in, a whore), or a transvestite. He told me that if she was a harlot, she was off the clock, and so wouldn't charge me (lol).

While I was chatting with her before she went into the loo the second time, when she told me she wanted to leave with me but she had to wait for her friend, I saw the text convo, and he was saying he was going to "comprar uma camiseta" which I think means he wanted to buy a confom before coming to meet her. So this only made me more suspicious.

Anyway, bro told me the next day that her friend came, started making out with her, then took her home to smash - and even invited bro and his chick to come along with them, "because I have a spare bedroom," with potentially the intent of turning the night into an orgy of sorts. (So what would've happened if I'd stayed? her FB clearly wanted to smash her that night...)

I grabbed her digits and texted her yesterday (the next day), but am a bit ambivalent on whether to meet up because, again, my thesis that her twat has felt many rods has been validated.

 

[gameboy]

camiseta is shirt... camisinha is a condom... crucial disctinction (except if there's some brazilian slang I don't know about, that interchanges those two words)

 

[Atlas IV]

Anyway, bro told me the next day that her friend came, started making out with her, then took her home to smash - and even invited bro and his chick to come along with them, "because I have a spare bedroom," with potentially the intent of turning the night into an orgy of sorts. (So what would've happened if I'd stayed? her FB clearly wanted to smash her that night...)

OK yeah she's a proper hoe haha. Your intuition was right about that.

A threesome with hoe and a random dude is a shit way to break a dry spell... You were right to pass that up, can definitely do better.

 

[POB]

While I was chatting with her before she went into the loo the second time, when she told me she wanted to leave with me but she had to wait for her friend, I saw the text convo, and he was saying he was going to "comprar uma camiseta" which I think means he wanted to buy a confom before coming to meet her. So this only made me more suspicious.

Probably buy a condom.
"camisinha" is condom, yes.

Anyway, bro told me the next day that her friend came, started making out with her, then took her home to smash - and even invited bro and his chick to come along with them, "because I have a spare bedroom," with potentially the intent of turning the night into an orgy of sorts. (So what would've happened if I'd stayed? her FB clearly wanted to smash her that night...)

I grabbed her digits and texted her yesterday (the next day), but am a bit ambivalent on whether to meet up because, again, my thesis that her twat has felt many rods has been validated.

It may be she was being "sponsored" by this dude.
Meaning he was the one who brought her to europe.
Escort or not, this seems to be the case, as I doubt a regular 26yo exchange student/worker would behave like that.

 

[Skills]

Probably buy a condom.
"camisinha" is condom, yes.

It may be she was being "sponsored" by this dude.
Meaning he was the one who brought her to europe.
Escort or not, this seems to be the case, as I doubt a regular 26yo exchange student/worker would behave like that.

She may be a sugar baby, a lot of stuff like that but no escorts per se..

 

[Bismarck]

We went on a daytime date (midday to 1.30 p.m. more or less) a few days later (it was a Wednesday) and it was fun but she started with the bait and switch "I'm looking for a provider" which I found endearing considering her aforementioned behaviour, so I cut it short after 1.5 odd hours.