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A week ago Russian chick contacts me via online site, shes in my city, only speaks english and russian (doesn't speak the local language which somewhat limits her abilities to socialise here).
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The photos are damn fine so I figure shes a troll and schedule a date for the LOLs. She gives me her number after very little back and forth. Phone her and her English is a bit shit and I manage to establish a time for a meetup. She tells me she won't have eaten by then, and though reluctant I tell her I know a good tapa place (where I plan on paying for 1 or 2 tiny dishes and the rest alcohol).
We meet and shes a stunner. In my books an 8.5/9. Photos included for forum regulars to value (I'll take them down after a day or two).
I realise I've just gone deep sea marlin fishing after several years of fishing trouts and salmon from the local rivers and i'll need my game knife as sharp as possible.
She gives me the Russian minute (non responsive and looking at me like i'm a piece of shit) and though i'm internally a little nervous I quickly diffuse her by getting her ass on my motorbike and whisking her off at top speed to grab something to eat. She loves the rush and squeals. At the restaurant shes still a bit reserved, but my GAME IS ON, in fact I play the best set of my life. After 5 mins shes giving me a hand massage and it goes great with her laughing, enjoying herself and drinking half a bottle of wine each etc. Downside is dinner comes to 45 euros because I didn't have a ready to use line and the obvious disadvantages of sitting facing each other. In the future it'll be:
"Lets meet for drinks because i'll be coming from dinner with some potential partners in a new business venture." DHV and you don't feed the lizard on your dime.
We get up to go and I go straight into hand to hand, big kino etc and shes really enjoying it, lightening up etc. I've attracted, qualifies a bit and also half an hour of comfort. We go to a park where theres a live air concert, we dance to it, a conga starts, I tell her to grab onto the end, we end up on the stage and shes having a great time and I look like a super confident mofo.
Initiate big make out under the trees and stars for a few minutes - she goes right at me, tongue and all - but I purposefully don't escalate sexual kino not to trigger buyers remorse. After the makeout, she sheepishly tells me she is sleepy and is flying out for a week next morning (photo shoot? dont ask, dont care). Take her back to my crib where I have the motorbike (real short distance between bounces), "I'm thirsty, I need a Martini" start to lead up to my flat and she says "Sorry, I'm really sleepy etc". Take her back to her hotel on the bike during which she purring and hugging me etc. She may have been a bit tipsy from the half a bottle of wine at this point.
Try the Roosh weasel "Can I use your bathroom move", execute it but turns out her room has no bathroom. Do a piss in the shared bathroom. Make out with her at the entrance to the hotel, turn and walk off without looking back James Bond style.
She's a model so shes in France for a week. I purposefully only send one txt, in which I say I've met her twin etc... then send a picture of a muppet - she loves it.
1 week later (this wednesday) she txt me she is back! how am I! etc. I play it cool and txt 4 hours later that night, flirting a bit with a cocky reply, saying we'll chat over drinks the next day. I assume the sale. She wishes me sweet dreams.
Next day (yesterday thursday) and its flake central. Phone her three times in the morning. No reply. Resolve not to ring more. She txts me at night "Hello. I am busy. How r u?" Its 2100 I ring her and she sounds drunk/drugged, try to make plans for friday night tonight and in her broken english shes like "I can't tomorrow beacuse this because that". Shes not making sense. I say "Cool, we'll make plans tomorrow" and close the conversation. Comfort work is impossible over the phone because of her shit English (face to face we can communicate very well, with a bit of google translate in the mix)
Sent a quick txt that night that I met someone who was interested in seeing her design portfolio which she is extremely keen to promote. No reply today yet.
Clearly this b**** it either extremely busy, a drug addict or like many 8.5/9s a very tough fish to land.
Obviously I would have preffered to get her out on a D2 very soon after our fantastic D1 in order to secure the bang before attraction deflated, but her jetting off for a week stopped me.
Advice? Can you see any mistakes? Consider it dead? I see two ways to go with this. Play real cool and ring her Saturday morning to schedule a D2, minimum contact. Or go for broke and ring several times, AKA persistant MOFO, not taking no for an answer because I'm convinced if I see her for 5 mins at night, I can get her to a bar (I am very dominant and leading) and I can seal the deal and get some ROI on this.
A week ago Russian chick contacts me via online site, shes in my city, only speaks english and russian (doesn't speak the local language which somewhat limits her abilities to socialise here).
The photos are damn fine so I figure shes a troll and schedule a date for the LOLs. She gives me her number after very little back and forth. Phone her and her English is a bit shit and I manage to establish a time for a meetup. She tells me she won't have eaten by then, and though reluctant I tell her I know a good tapa place (where I plan on paying for 1 or 2 tiny dishes and the rest alcohol).
We meet and shes a stunner. In my books an 8.5/9. Photos included for forum regulars to value (I'll take them down after a day or two).
I realise I've just gone deep sea marlin fishing after several years of fishing trouts and salmon from the local rivers and i'll need my game knife as sharp as possible.
She gives me the Russian minute (non responsive and looking at me like i'm a piece of shit) and though i'm internally a little nervous I quickly diffuse her by getting her ass on my motorbike and whisking her off at top speed to grab something to eat. She loves the rush and squeals. At the restaurant shes still a bit reserved, but my GAME IS ON, in fact I play the best set of my life. After 5 mins shes giving me a hand massage and it goes great with her laughing, enjoying herself and drinking half a bottle of wine each etc. Downside is dinner comes to 45 euros because I didn't have a ready to use line and the obvious disadvantages of sitting facing each other. In the future it'll be:
"Lets meet for drinks because i'll be coming from dinner with some potential partners in a new business venture." DHV and you don't feed the lizard on your dime.
We get up to go and I go straight into hand to hand, big kino etc and shes really enjoying it, lightening up etc. I've attracted, qualifies a bit and also half an hour of comfort. We go to a park where theres a live air concert, we dance to it, a conga starts, I tell her to grab onto the end, we end up on the stage and shes having a great time and I look like a super confident mofo.
Initiate big make out under the trees and stars for a few minutes - she goes right at me, tongue and all - but I purposefully don't escalate sexual kino not to trigger buyers remorse. After the makeout, she sheepishly tells me she is sleepy and is flying out for a week next morning (photo shoot? dont ask, dont care). Take her back to my crib where I have the motorbike (real short distance between bounces), "I'm thirsty, I need a Martini" start to lead up to my flat and she says "Sorry, I'm really sleepy etc". Take her back to her hotel on the bike during which she purring and hugging me etc. She may have been a bit tipsy from the half a bottle of wine at this point.
Try the Roosh weasel "Can I use your bathroom move", execute it but turns out her room has no bathroom. Do a piss in the shared bathroom. Make out with her at the entrance to the hotel, turn and walk off without looking back James Bond style.
She's a model so shes in France for a week. I purposefully only send one txt, in which I say I've met her twin etc... then send a picture of a muppet - she loves it.
1 week later (this wednesday) she txt me she is back! how am I! etc. I play it cool and txt 4 hours later that night, flirting a bit with a cocky reply, saying we'll chat over drinks the next day. I assume the sale. She wishes me sweet dreams.
Next day (yesterday thursday) and its flake central. Phone her three times in the morning. No reply. Resolve not to ring more. She txts me at night "Hello. I am busy. How r u?" Its 2100 I ring her and she sounds drunk/drugged, try to make plans for friday night tonight and in her broken english shes like "I can't tomorrow beacuse this because that". Shes not making sense. I say "Cool, we'll make plans tomorrow" and close the conversation. Comfort work is impossible over the phone because of her shit English (face to face we can communicate very well, with a bit of google translate in the mix)
Sent a quick txt that night that I met someone who was interested in seeing her design portfolio which she is extremely keen to promote. No reply today yet.
Clearly this b**** it either extremely busy, a drug addict or like many 8.5/9s a very tough fish to land.
Obviously I would have preffered to get her out on a D2 very soon after our fantastic D1 in order to secure the bang before attraction deflated, but her jetting off for a week stopped me.
Advice? Can you see any mistakes? Consider it dead? I see two ways to go with this. Play real cool and ring her Saturday morning to schedule a D2, minimum contact. Or go for broke and ring several times, AKA persistant MOFO, not taking no for an answer because I'm convinced if I see her for 5 mins at night, I can get her to a bar (I am very dominant and leading) and I can seal the deal and get some ROI on this.
