G- Loved your take on Latvia. I went there with a Latvian dude named Alexei, Alexei is a lawyer and my partner in an investment bank we set up to do work in FSU countries including Latvia. Alexei is really cool and very attractive to most girls. Player. I am a trial lawyer and business dude from DC. I played international rugby for years, trained at judo and was a street fighter for years. This was in 2008 summer pre crisis. I was excited about going as I had some serious experience with Russian girls who I met on line and imported to DR and across Latin America. All in all I am a lover of FSU chicas. I had pipelined a girl from Latvia so I was pumped.
We got there the first night and I was struck by the prevalence of striking girls and the absolute loser status of the dudes there. The girls tall, lithe beauties dressed to the 9's. The dudes all looked like mailmen. Each carried this little gay bag across their shoulders held with a strap. The dudes are all pasty skinned, black greasy haired and generally not much.
We walked through the old town and immediately saw a bunch of drunk English dudes get in a lame scuffle being arrested en masse and thrown in the back of a white cop bus. Note to self.
We worked and partied. Generally cool. We found a dance club populated by 8-10's and lame Latvian dudes not dancing - just staring at each other with a bad attitude. Good for us because we danced we had lots of girls coming up to us. Most spoke English and were delightful.Got some numbers and rolled.
The pipelined girl was smoking hot, about 5'4 slender long legged, silly hot face and a set of perfect 34 c's. So we met for coffee that turned to dinner. Had her engaged in the front of her car, I thought dtf but flaked assuring her later return.
Chicks from the dance club turned out pretty cool and saw them the next night. One seemed ready while we were in a restaurant called Chocolate. It got good to me and we were talking and talking. She seemed ready to go but it felt stressed so I said
"Do you want to get out of here?"
She said
"Yes can we go to your hotel? I need to be home with my husband in an hour."
I liked that.
I stayed longer than the original 5 days but decided I needed some serious Russian so I called my old gf from St Petersberg.23, 5'7 blonde, blue, freckled, freaking perfect body and face. So I got her and her friend a ticket to come to Latvia from Peter. I had traveled with her beore to Paris and Rome and she is always cool. A true 9.5. (I am 46.)
They arrived and it was all good. We decided to go for a walk and I was taking pics of her on the street. She is a fashionista and a model. Seems all Russians love to be photographed.
Along came the most amazing looking dude. 6'3, 260, long hair wearing a freaking kilt. Obviously a drunken Russian/Latvian. I know kilts don't fit but it was funny.
So he walks up to my girl and puts his hands on her. I growled and said take your freaking hands off of her. He then pulled the same move G's boy did. I hit him with a double arm shiver and he flew halfway across the road landing on the cobblestone roadway on his back. When he landed his kilt flew up and he was commando. I was howling and the Russian girl was already purring. Alpha shit works.
So i had him laying on his back but i just stopped because I remembered the British guys being driven away in the cop car so I did not ground and pound.
Dude stood up , shakily, and started going through his man purse. I told him
"You better have a gun in that bitch bag or I am going to kill you."
He found what he was looking for, a set of brass knuckles.
I told him
"I am going to take those from you and you wont have to worry about being a bitch when i am done."
My boy Alexei ran up and grabbed the flying kilt and spoke rapidly to him in Russian. The Latvian Eagle ran away.
I asked Alexei what he said and he told me that he had said I was CIA visiting the government. He then said
"Dude, if they touch you - you can kill them here."
Good wingman.