8yrs, 5 holidays, 12 dates, one flag, Part 1
09-17-2018, 12:06 PM
I assume most on this forum are fairly young?
I am 48 years old and British. I look and dress far younger though. 5ft 9in, slim, athletic with a Mediterranean look.
Anyway I would like to share my brutally honest experience of (attempting) pulling ladies whilst on holiday at my age, or gaming as it seems to be called on here![[Image: smile.gif]](https://rooshvforum.network/images/smilies/smile.gif)
Over the last 3 years I have travelled to –
Bulgaria, Turkey, Spain and Crete.
My biggest obstacles to success have been the sheer time energy and logistics in trying to find single girls to actually engage with and then the fact that most of them wouldn’t drink any or much alcohol. I must add here that I am looking for attractive women from about 30-50. I am realistic about this and actually don’t find very young women that attractive to talk to or engage with. Not that I would turn one down I might add, should the opportunity arise
Bulgaria.
In Varna I had several dates with one very pretty 29 year old Bulgarian girl, meal out, day at the beach, evening on a park bench over-looking the cliff to the sea, lots of passionate kissing etc.
Got her back (after much difficulty) on the last night of my stay to my ground floor apartment but she headed straight for the terrace/balcony and didn’t want anymore wine. She couldn’t read my intentions any clearer, doh! It was almost has though she had read the script. Would have been a month or so of dating before she put out.
Golden Sands, Varna (went early June)
I had 16 nights. Resort was not very busy but consisted of mainly very young German people and German bars playing German music.
I couldn’t find one decent bar to operate from. I wanted a small club or bar. Somewhere I could hitch up a bar stool at a bar and then talk to women as they approached the bar or mingled. Somewhere fairly busy with a little bit of dance floor, bit of party music etc etc. Perfect for me. I never found anywhere like that, which is a consistent and frustrating theme throughout all 5 holidays.
The hotel I was staying was completely dead too. Mainly older couples and decaying flesh in swim suits – nice!
After about 14 nights of just wandering around aimlessly, I eventually just settled at a circular bar in the resort centre, somewhat resigned to my fate! Anyway out of nowhere two older Polish girls (35 years old-ish) sat next to me and it was on!
I could tell they were both interested and after a few drinks I was confidently escorting them, laughing and giggling one in each hand to the nightclub, a short walk around the corner.
Truth is neither were particularly stunners. About average maybe 5 or sixes. But I was just glad of the company.
In the club I was alternating, dancing and flirting with one and then going back and forward between both of them to keep them both interested. Eventually one of them got a bit pissed off and asked me -Look which one of us do you like ?
I must confess to getting a little bit cocky and actually thinking in terms of the 3sum. Anyway off I trundle to the toilet and by the time I get back they have gone. Instead of being upset I just laughed to myself, at least I had a good time and some engagement!
This is the sort of situation that on holiday that should have been occurring 2 or 3 times a night not once in 16 days!
Turkey – Marmaris ( September )
Stayed in a crap, dingy hotel in the British section of Marmaris. Full of Brits but low mentality and from a certain demographic.
Had the inconvenience of loud thumping music every night but not any of the advantages. The British part of the resort was virtually empty, lots of bars with mainly couples, 2 or 3 in a bar, that sort of thing.
The sea front promenade was much classier and full of nice bars and restaurants. However as in Golden Sands, couldn’t find a bar to operate from. I came here in 1998 with two mates and we used to go to the fun pubs at the sea front, but they have all gone now.
This is what they have now….
They have bars, but they are all seated. Round tables, chairs around them. They don’t want you coming to the bar, they don’t want you moving around. They want you at a table and serving you drinks.
In the meantime they are providing entertainment. A group of Turks doing dance routines, dressing up in drag, singing etc etc. Anything to keep you routed to the table whilst they milk the holiday maker for drinks for as long as possible. Every single bar is the same, same formula, every single one played that song – small box, round box, feed the pidgeons, spank the monkey etc etc. Naff Butlins holiday camp crap.
In addition most of the people sat down are couples or families. Even if (on the rarest occasion) I spotted a single woman or a couple of women sat together it’s hard to get an in or angle to talk to them. They are not coming to the bar for a drink, they are not mingling or coming on to a dance floor they are routed to a table, manipulated by Turks, who are slavering all over them even the fat, really un attractive Brits - of which by the way, were in abundance.
There is of course Bar Street in Marmaris, full of clubs charging crazy prices for drinks and music volume so loud you can hardly talk, not an ideal environment for my pulling style.
Spent most of the holiday playing killer pool for money against local Turks at a Sports bar called Cheers. My game with the ladies was at a Zero but my pool playing was at a 10 and I ended up coming home most nights with more money in my pocket, then I went out with.
For daytime I tried infiltrating all the local swimming pools from each complex to try and spot a couple of girls on holiday or a single by themselves, but most were very quiet - mainly couples and families.
I did have one Tinder date with an older woman but I didn’t fancy her when I met her and ended up legging it when she went to get some fags, cowardly I know!
I had mentioned to one of the Turkish guys that I wasn’t having any luck with the ladies and he offered to help out. He inferred he had an angle or some sort of in with the Russians, he happened to speak a little Russian too.
I took him up on the offer and we headed to the beach. I assumed were going to a hotel or something where he had some connections, how wrong I was.
To give you some context, he was around my age, about 48. Turkish, short around 5ft 6in, not fat but not particularly good looking or athletic.
We hit the beach and then he approaches (cold) 2 girls that looked to me barely older then about 22. Working along the promenade in their bikinis.
He is speaking in Russian and quite frankly I am a little bit embarrassed and getting ready to walk away, assuming the inevitable. I don’t know what he said or what Jedi night mind tricks he was playing, but the next thing I know we are walking along with them down the beach to a section with a nice jetty going out to sea and cushions on the deck etc. We end up having a drink. He tells one of the Russian girls that he will put suntan lotion on her and continues to apply it to her back, legs and bottom. He hands the lotion to me and instructs me to do the same with the other Russian girl.
I oblige and apply the lotion to her back and legs and then down to her bottom and even spank her bottom playfully which made them both giggle. I imagine doing the same thing in the UK and how I would be arrested for sexual harassment within about 10 mins, but when in Rome and all that
We eventually part ways and my Turkish wing man tells me that he they have agreed to have dinner with us later. I laugh and say yeah right, look it was a good experience but they won’t turn up.
Anyway me and my Turkish wing man turned up outside their hotel later that night and much to my surprise they did turn up. We go out for dinner, have a great meal, they have wine with the meal, a good sign! We then take them for drinks at the top of the castle that over-looks the whole of Marmaris and the marina, the scenery and ambience from the top are stunning and conducive to gaming and seduction. We then hit the buffers, they both want orange juice!
Nothing happens that night and I end up paying more than my fair share for the drinks and the food and I begin to question the modus operandi of my Turkish wing man.
He tells me the next day that we should hire a car, take some booze and take the girls into the hills at night time. I get the feeling that he is trying to manipulate both me and the girls and feel uneasy about this and who is going to pay for it and so bail out.
So some interesting experiences but again no sex and extremely limited opportunities to engage the game. Part 2 coming up….
I am 48 years old and British. I look and dress far younger though. 5ft 9in, slim, athletic with a Mediterranean look.
Anyway I would like to share my brutally honest experience of (attempting) pulling ladies whilst on holiday at my age, or gaming as it seems to be called on here
Over the last 3 years I have travelled to –
Bulgaria, Turkey, Spain and Crete.
My biggest obstacles to success have been the sheer time energy and logistics in trying to find single girls to actually engage with and then the fact that most of them wouldn’t drink any or much alcohol. I must add here that I am looking for attractive women from about 30-50. I am realistic about this and actually don’t find very young women that attractive to talk to or engage with. Not that I would turn one down I might add, should the opportunity arise
Bulgaria.
In Varna I had several dates with one very pretty 29 year old Bulgarian girl, meal out, day at the beach, evening on a park bench over-looking the cliff to the sea, lots of passionate kissing etc.
Got her back (after much difficulty) on the last night of my stay to my ground floor apartment but she headed straight for the terrace/balcony and didn’t want anymore wine. She couldn’t read my intentions any clearer, doh! It was almost has though she had read the script. Would have been a month or so of dating before she put out.
Golden Sands, Varna (went early June)
I had 16 nights. Resort was not very busy but consisted of mainly very young German people and German bars playing German music.
I couldn’t find one decent bar to operate from. I wanted a small club or bar. Somewhere I could hitch up a bar stool at a bar and then talk to women as they approached the bar or mingled. Somewhere fairly busy with a little bit of dance floor, bit of party music etc etc. Perfect for me. I never found anywhere like that, which is a consistent and frustrating theme throughout all 5 holidays.
The hotel I was staying was completely dead too. Mainly older couples and decaying flesh in swim suits – nice!
After about 14 nights of just wandering around aimlessly, I eventually just settled at a circular bar in the resort centre, somewhat resigned to my fate! Anyway out of nowhere two older Polish girls (35 years old-ish) sat next to me and it was on!
I could tell they were both interested and after a few drinks I was confidently escorting them, laughing and giggling one in each hand to the nightclub, a short walk around the corner.
Truth is neither were particularly stunners. About average maybe 5 or sixes. But I was just glad of the company.
In the club I was alternating, dancing and flirting with one and then going back and forward between both of them to keep them both interested. Eventually one of them got a bit pissed off and asked me -Look which one of us do you like ?
I must confess to getting a little bit cocky and actually thinking in terms of the 3sum. Anyway off I trundle to the toilet and by the time I get back they have gone. Instead of being upset I just laughed to myself, at least I had a good time and some engagement!
This is the sort of situation that on holiday that should have been occurring 2 or 3 times a night not once in 16 days!
Turkey – Marmaris ( September )
Stayed in a crap, dingy hotel in the British section of Marmaris. Full of Brits but low mentality and from a certain demographic.
Had the inconvenience of loud thumping music every night but not any of the advantages. The British part of the resort was virtually empty, lots of bars with mainly couples, 2 or 3 in a bar, that sort of thing.
The sea front promenade was much classier and full of nice bars and restaurants. However as in Golden Sands, couldn’t find a bar to operate from. I came here in 1998 with two mates and we used to go to the fun pubs at the sea front, but they have all gone now.
This is what they have now….
They have bars, but they are all seated. Round tables, chairs around them. They don’t want you coming to the bar, they don’t want you moving around. They want you at a table and serving you drinks.
In the meantime they are providing entertainment. A group of Turks doing dance routines, dressing up in drag, singing etc etc. Anything to keep you routed to the table whilst they milk the holiday maker for drinks for as long as possible. Every single bar is the same, same formula, every single one played that song – small box, round box, feed the pidgeons, spank the monkey etc etc. Naff Butlins holiday camp crap.
In addition most of the people sat down are couples or families. Even if (on the rarest occasion) I spotted a single woman or a couple of women sat together it’s hard to get an in or angle to talk to them. They are not coming to the bar for a drink, they are not mingling or coming on to a dance floor they are routed to a table, manipulated by Turks, who are slavering all over them even the fat, really un attractive Brits - of which by the way, were in abundance.
There is of course Bar Street in Marmaris, full of clubs charging crazy prices for drinks and music volume so loud you can hardly talk, not an ideal environment for my pulling style.
Spent most of the holiday playing killer pool for money against local Turks at a Sports bar called Cheers. My game with the ladies was at a Zero but my pool playing was at a 10 and I ended up coming home most nights with more money in my pocket, then I went out with.
For daytime I tried infiltrating all the local swimming pools from each complex to try and spot a couple of girls on holiday or a single by themselves, but most were very quiet - mainly couples and families.
I did have one Tinder date with an older woman but I didn’t fancy her when I met her and ended up legging it when she went to get some fags, cowardly I know!
I had mentioned to one of the Turkish guys that I wasn’t having any luck with the ladies and he offered to help out. He inferred he had an angle or some sort of in with the Russians, he happened to speak a little Russian too.
I took him up on the offer and we headed to the beach. I assumed were going to a hotel or something where he had some connections, how wrong I was.
To give you some context, he was around my age, about 48. Turkish, short around 5ft 6in, not fat but not particularly good looking or athletic.
We hit the beach and then he approaches (cold) 2 girls that looked to me barely older then about 22. Working along the promenade in their bikinis.
He is speaking in Russian and quite frankly I am a little bit embarrassed and getting ready to walk away, assuming the inevitable. I don’t know what he said or what Jedi night mind tricks he was playing, but the next thing I know we are walking along with them down the beach to a section with a nice jetty going out to sea and cushions on the deck etc. We end up having a drink. He tells one of the Russian girls that he will put suntan lotion on her and continues to apply it to her back, legs and bottom. He hands the lotion to me and instructs me to do the same with the other Russian girl.
I oblige and apply the lotion to her back and legs and then down to her bottom and even spank her bottom playfully which made them both giggle. I imagine doing the same thing in the UK and how I would be arrested for sexual harassment within about 10 mins, but when in Rome and all that
We eventually part ways and my Turkish wing man tells me that he they have agreed to have dinner with us later. I laugh and say yeah right, look it was a good experience but they won’t turn up.
Anyway me and my Turkish wing man turned up outside their hotel later that night and much to my surprise they did turn up. We go out for dinner, have a great meal, they have wine with the meal, a good sign! We then take them for drinks at the top of the castle that over-looks the whole of Marmaris and the marina, the scenery and ambience from the top are stunning and conducive to gaming and seduction. We then hit the buffers, they both want orange juice!
Nothing happens that night and I end up paying more than my fair share for the drinks and the food and I begin to question the modus operandi of my Turkish wing man.
He tells me the next day that we should hire a car, take some booze and take the girls into the hills at night time. I get the feeling that he is trying to manipulate both me and the girls and feel uneasy about this and who is going to pay for it and so bail out.
So some interesting experiences but again no sex and extremely limited opportunities to engage the game. Part 2 coming up….