7yo - Reykjavik, Iceland and the quest for poon
08-24-2014, 06:50 AM
Had a trip to reykjavik from Aug 16-24, chronicle below.
About me: Beginner game (started about 1.5 month ago), 17 years old, 5'10.5'' - 5'11'', half white half middle eastern, 215 lbs no muscle. black hair, brown eyes. never had a gf, never kissed, virgin.
Had three going out nights, saturday Aug 16, and next thursday and friday. The 5 days in between were spent on a road trip around the Island with my family friend.
Sat Aug 16: Arrived to Reyk on saturday at 6AM, and got to hotel at 9 (had my own room but visiting with my wealthy family friend). Hotel was logistically perfect, right in the center. Took a nap from 1-6PM to make up for lost sleep, and then went out at 12AM. Wore jeans, white t-shirt, sport coat.
Approached some girls on the street, who invited me with the to Prikid hip hop bar. Went but ejected after realizing not much is going to materialize from it. Spent the rest of the time scoping out other clubs before going home at 2 for a nap. Woke up at 3 and went to Austur. Was ID'd and used a fake US ID (don't even look like the picture) which was accepted. Boy do Icelanders get drunk as fuck. There were literally bottles falling on the floor spilled drinks everywhere, and people falling over/passing out. Spent the hour dancing with some random Icelandic girls (bad decision since I suck at it) instead of approaching some. After last call (4:30) approached some girls for the after party move (Roosh V: Bang Iceland), but when I was harshly rejected I let it get to me and went home empty-handed. However I went home somewhat happy with the good memory of an older guy (40's) chatting me up and high fiving me after saying (with an accent) that I definitely will "Get Some!".
Next Fri: After a week of exploring Iceland with my friend, got back to Reyk (same hotel) on friday. While I was shopping for something, approached the cute store clerk 19yo (7-7.5, tall, super blonde) and indirect opened about nightlife, a conversation which I turned into a date agreed to meet after she gets off her shift (11:30 PM). Went back to hotel (8PM) and took a nap, and was there at 11:30 sharp. She had already been there for 5 min turns out. Walked with her to Islenski Barinn (Icelandic Bar) having a smoke with her on the way (don't smoke usually). Very friendly, but very shady (does many hard & soft drugs). She smoked a jay in an alley with me (I had a cig) which I refrained from because I am technically a minor and its really criminal in Iceland. Later transitioned to a club, danced with her and smoked more cig. Later, turns out she is dating one of the bartenders (looks like a young Luke Skywalker- Star Wars), and she was just being friendly the entire time. Was invited with her to an afterparty at 2:30, but declined because there was going to be cocaine (again, at 17, these things sort of worry me).
Instead approached a group of girls (indirect again) and was received well. Went and did shots and (of course) smoked with them and their friends, till 5AM and last call came. We parted ways: they all live outside Reyk, stupid me for not asking or at least isolating one of them. Then I went mad and made about 8 approaches in 30 min (all turned into small conversations). With no success, went home empty handed and tenser than ever.*
*Keep in mind I haven't masturbated in 8 days since before I got to Reyk, a record by my standards.
Sat: The final day, I could feel the pressure both sexually and psychologically. Decided to go all-out. During the day I found out it was Reykjavik's annual cultural night (music performers and lots of drinking) where over 100,000 people all over Iceland come together in Reykjavik's tiny city center. Wanted to test out Roosh's info so I did day approaches and sure enough, the girls mostly responded like deer caught in headlights. Only ones that did somewhat well were two 15 year olds that loosened up when I told them I'm 17 and wowed by my fake ID. But I foolishly gave up on that lead to focus on the night (who knows how it would've turned out? I even had alcohol in my room so could've served them. Oh well).
After getting no sleep the night before, slept 8 hours during the day to fully energize. Woke up at 10:30, dressed as sexy as possible: jeans, pink button shirt, and black Hugo Boss blazer...the whole shebang. Looked like a fucking nightclub promoter or manager.
Went to see the fireworks then went to Islenski Barinn to say hi to yesterday's bartender (the BF who was very friendly to me). Ended up striking up polite convo with some guy and his fiancee while in line and he bought me a drink (you could say I got a free drink in exchange for being polite and chatty). Transitioned to B5 (kind of like Austur from last friday) where I made friends with two guys who became my wingmen for the hour (although I taught them more about game then vice versa- some openers, confident body language, the works). They started opening girls by telling them I was a billionaire (in their language so I don't understand) staying at an expensive hotel (true) at which point I would start talking, and let my clothes and body language do the talking as well. It worked but I knew the real game was going to be last call. So I said bye to my new friends and was off.
Went to Austur once more, approached three girls in line who turned out to be polish. Cute, feminine, and pleasant, wearing high heels and being receptive to my nice(relatively) guy game. They said they're going somewhere else and invited me, so we went to a casual bar where I flirted with the youngest one (21, 7.5 black hair blue eyes). Conversation was going quite well with kino and she sipped from my drink and vice versa. At 3 (keep in mind closing time is 4:30) she suggested a venue change which I agreed to (to Loftid, a 3rd floor bar next to Austur). However I had a roadblock (clockblock even?) that I had to pass by my family friend at 3:15 (they were going to the airport at 4) to show them that I was sober and say bye to them. So I did (luckily the hotel only 300m from the club). However when I got there my three polish girls had somehow ended up with two other guys: the nice 3:1 ratio had now become 3:3, and one of the girls was passing out. To make things worse, these guys were thirsty, and one of them targeted the same as me. At the bar, I was dumb enough to continue pursuing this lead and bought my girls drinks. The drinks did not improve the situation, and I ultimately decided that I would not pursue the Polish flag however nice they were, not with these bozos around me. So I went for one last desperate round of approaches at 4:10 AM to Austur.
In line, with my confident gait (still in billionaire mode from earlier), sexy clothes, and a cig in mouth, approached a the girl in front of me. Typical icelandic look, 25-ish yo dirty blonde hair, dark blue eyes, about 5'7'' but my height due to heels- 6.5 because she had a little bit of padding. She received quite well my Icelandic game (now somewhat refined) of indirect opener with direct sexual intentions showing in my body language (i.e. touching, pulling her close to say something).
Despite the flaw of padding, I went for it. I have to quotes to explain my choice: 1- " One in the hand is worth two in the bush" 2- "If you're having meat for the first time, go for whatever the butcher brings."
So we went to order drinks, but it was too crowded and rowdy so we went to the smoking area. She asked me about what I do, made up some crap about my company having holdings in Iceland. Then she asked about how long I'm staying (Roosh's advice was to lie and say you're leaving sooner). I didn't have to lie, and just said that I have a flight back in 9 hours. Asked her about what she was going to do at Austur. She said that she was going to go on a tinder date and found out the guy is ugly- I guess you could say I was backup. Soon, last call was upon us at 4:30.
Similar to what Roosh said in Bang Iceland, what comes next may make you think I am a liar (seduction speed).
After last call, we went outside for another cigarette and walked. I asked her what her plan was and if anything was open. She said that she had a concert tomorrow and wanted to sleep. I made a comment (not desperate sounding) about the show must go on, and an after party at hotel room with music and drinks. She didn't respond, and we walked and talked to, I was oblivious till I realized we were next to my hotel and the taxi stand was more than a mile away. She asked if the hotel allows guests in the rooms, I said yes, and we walked in and up to my room. Total time from meeting to my room: 35-40 min.
The Escalation:
Once in the room, I told her to get comfortable (she mentioned earlier her heels were bothering her) so she removed her heels and shoes. Then I played my best chill playlist (Worldwide FM from the video game GTA V), fixed up drinks with a Smirnoff I bought a week ago. Then I removed my shoes and blazer, unbuttoned my wrists, and sat next to her- we sat next to each other almost lying down on the bed. We started talking about cool stuff in and about Iceland and their language, while I commenced full-scale kino. Her body language was stiff, so after she finished her drink I poured some more and then suggested a massage to her: remember that at this point getting laid at all costs was the target, and I hoped that it would conjure sexual favors later. Plus I was using the massage as a vehicle to escalate and counter stiff body language.
I did an intense massage of her shoulders, then moved to her back, while periodically making out. She excused herself to the bathroom after about 10 min, and I panicked on the inside. First, I saw this as a negative sign, then I it clicked in my head: she went to the bathroom to freshen up for sex. That's when I got up and closed the curtains, lowered the lighting, and raised the music a little bit. When she came out I talked with her for a little bit to lower any potential anti-slut defenses that might show. I talked about how things move fast in America, and how this is the natural progression of meeting, getting along well, then coming over for a drink. I then continued the "massage" -which had become more of a rough fondling - by escalating by removing her dress, then bra, then panties (under the pretense of massaging more), all the while doing intense make outs. By the time I had gotten to her panties, she smiled and said "you sneaky bastard", her face showing extreme pleasure. With the home run now in sight, I commenced the final foreplay, fingering and (just barely) eating her out. Finally, when I sensed that she was ready, I put it in and started going at it. Relieved that the v-card was now gone, I started taking my time. As it turned out, my foreplay paid off because she later asked to go on top and did BJ, HJ...you know, the works. By the time we were done (7:00 AM) I got some shut eye and she left without a trace. I had fulfilled my personal mission to detach the v-card, and the Icelandic tradition of last-minute man/true love as they call it. And by the Icelandic Gods, it was glorious. The gates of hell, so to speak have been opened permanently.
I left the hotel at 9:00 AM after check out, came to the airport, and commenced writing the chronicle of what happened this trip.
And that's the story of how I went from 0 to 100MPH with nothing in between at the age of 17, conquering all four bases with a girl who I only knew for 30 minutes pre-bang.
Thank you Roosh V for your well-written book, and thank you RVF members for reading, let me know what you think/ questions or comments.
- C
About me: Beginner game (started about 1.5 month ago), 17 years old, 5'10.5'' - 5'11'', half white half middle eastern, 215 lbs no muscle. black hair, brown eyes. never had a gf, never kissed, virgin.
Had three going out nights, saturday Aug 16, and next thursday and friday. The 5 days in between were spent on a road trip around the Island with my family friend.
Sat Aug 16: Arrived to Reyk on saturday at 6AM, and got to hotel at 9 (had my own room but visiting with my wealthy family friend). Hotel was logistically perfect, right in the center. Took a nap from 1-6PM to make up for lost sleep, and then went out at 12AM. Wore jeans, white t-shirt, sport coat.
Approached some girls on the street, who invited me with the to Prikid hip hop bar. Went but ejected after realizing not much is going to materialize from it. Spent the rest of the time scoping out other clubs before going home at 2 for a nap. Woke up at 3 and went to Austur. Was ID'd and used a fake US ID (don't even look like the picture) which was accepted. Boy do Icelanders get drunk as fuck. There were literally bottles falling on the floor spilled drinks everywhere, and people falling over/passing out. Spent the hour dancing with some random Icelandic girls (bad decision since I suck at it) instead of approaching some. After last call (4:30) approached some girls for the after party move (Roosh V: Bang Iceland), but when I was harshly rejected I let it get to me and went home empty-handed. However I went home somewhat happy with the good memory of an older guy (40's) chatting me up and high fiving me after saying (with an accent) that I definitely will "Get Some!".
Next Fri: After a week of exploring Iceland with my friend, got back to Reyk (same hotel) on friday. While I was shopping for something, approached the cute store clerk 19yo (7-7.5, tall, super blonde) and indirect opened about nightlife, a conversation which I turned into a date agreed to meet after she gets off her shift (11:30 PM). Went back to hotel (8PM) and took a nap, and was there at 11:30 sharp. She had already been there for 5 min turns out. Walked with her to Islenski Barinn (Icelandic Bar) having a smoke with her on the way (don't smoke usually). Very friendly, but very shady (does many hard & soft drugs). She smoked a jay in an alley with me (I had a cig) which I refrained from because I am technically a minor and its really criminal in Iceland. Later transitioned to a club, danced with her and smoked more cig. Later, turns out she is dating one of the bartenders (looks like a young Luke Skywalker- Star Wars), and she was just being friendly the entire time. Was invited with her to an afterparty at 2:30, but declined because there was going to be cocaine (again, at 17, these things sort of worry me).
Instead approached a group of girls (indirect again) and was received well. Went and did shots and (of course) smoked with them and their friends, till 5AM and last call came. We parted ways: they all live outside Reyk, stupid me for not asking or at least isolating one of them. Then I went mad and made about 8 approaches in 30 min (all turned into small conversations). With no success, went home empty handed and tenser than ever.*
*Keep in mind I haven't masturbated in 8 days since before I got to Reyk, a record by my standards.
Sat: The final day, I could feel the pressure both sexually and psychologically. Decided to go all-out. During the day I found out it was Reykjavik's annual cultural night (music performers and lots of drinking) where over 100,000 people all over Iceland come together in Reykjavik's tiny city center. Wanted to test out Roosh's info so I did day approaches and sure enough, the girls mostly responded like deer caught in headlights. Only ones that did somewhat well were two 15 year olds that loosened up when I told them I'm 17 and wowed by my fake ID. But I foolishly gave up on that lead to focus on the night (who knows how it would've turned out? I even had alcohol in my room so could've served them. Oh well).
After getting no sleep the night before, slept 8 hours during the day to fully energize. Woke up at 10:30, dressed as sexy as possible: jeans, pink button shirt, and black Hugo Boss blazer...the whole shebang. Looked like a fucking nightclub promoter or manager.
Went to see the fireworks then went to Islenski Barinn to say hi to yesterday's bartender (the BF who was very friendly to me). Ended up striking up polite convo with some guy and his fiancee while in line and he bought me a drink (you could say I got a free drink in exchange for being polite and chatty). Transitioned to B5 (kind of like Austur from last friday) where I made friends with two guys who became my wingmen for the hour (although I taught them more about game then vice versa- some openers, confident body language, the works). They started opening girls by telling them I was a billionaire (in their language so I don't understand) staying at an expensive hotel (true) at which point I would start talking, and let my clothes and body language do the talking as well. It worked but I knew the real game was going to be last call. So I said bye to my new friends and was off.
Went to Austur once more, approached three girls in line who turned out to be polish. Cute, feminine, and pleasant, wearing high heels and being receptive to my nice(relatively) guy game. They said they're going somewhere else and invited me, so we went to a casual bar where I flirted with the youngest one (21, 7.5 black hair blue eyes). Conversation was going quite well with kino and she sipped from my drink and vice versa. At 3 (keep in mind closing time is 4:30) she suggested a venue change which I agreed to (to Loftid, a 3rd floor bar next to Austur). However I had a roadblock (clockblock even?) that I had to pass by my family friend at 3:15 (they were going to the airport at 4) to show them that I was sober and say bye to them. So I did (luckily the hotel only 300m from the club). However when I got there my three polish girls had somehow ended up with two other guys: the nice 3:1 ratio had now become 3:3, and one of the girls was passing out. To make things worse, these guys were thirsty, and one of them targeted the same as me. At the bar, I was dumb enough to continue pursuing this lead and bought my girls drinks. The drinks did not improve the situation, and I ultimately decided that I would not pursue the Polish flag however nice they were, not with these bozos around me. So I went for one last desperate round of approaches at 4:10 AM to Austur.
In line, with my confident gait (still in billionaire mode from earlier), sexy clothes, and a cig in mouth, approached a the girl in front of me. Typical icelandic look, 25-ish yo dirty blonde hair, dark blue eyes, about 5'7'' but my height due to heels- 6.5 because she had a little bit of padding. She received quite well my Icelandic game (now somewhat refined) of indirect opener with direct sexual intentions showing in my body language (i.e. touching, pulling her close to say something).
Despite the flaw of padding, I went for it. I have to quotes to explain my choice: 1- " One in the hand is worth two in the bush" 2- "If you're having meat for the first time, go for whatever the butcher brings."
So we went to order drinks, but it was too crowded and rowdy so we went to the smoking area. She asked me about what I do, made up some crap about my company having holdings in Iceland. Then she asked about how long I'm staying (Roosh's advice was to lie and say you're leaving sooner). I didn't have to lie, and just said that I have a flight back in 9 hours. Asked her about what she was going to do at Austur. She said that she was going to go on a tinder date and found out the guy is ugly- I guess you could say I was backup. Soon, last call was upon us at 4:30.
Similar to what Roosh said in Bang Iceland, what comes next may make you think I am a liar (seduction speed).
After last call, we went outside for another cigarette and walked. I asked her what her plan was and if anything was open. She said that she had a concert tomorrow and wanted to sleep. I made a comment (not desperate sounding) about the show must go on, and an after party at hotel room with music and drinks. She didn't respond, and we walked and talked to, I was oblivious till I realized we were next to my hotel and the taxi stand was more than a mile away. She asked if the hotel allows guests in the rooms, I said yes, and we walked in and up to my room. Total time from meeting to my room: 35-40 min.
The Escalation:
Once in the room, I told her to get comfortable (she mentioned earlier her heels were bothering her) so she removed her heels and shoes. Then I played my best chill playlist (Worldwide FM from the video game GTA V), fixed up drinks with a Smirnoff I bought a week ago. Then I removed my shoes and blazer, unbuttoned my wrists, and sat next to her- we sat next to each other almost lying down on the bed. We started talking about cool stuff in and about Iceland and their language, while I commenced full-scale kino. Her body language was stiff, so after she finished her drink I poured some more and then suggested a massage to her: remember that at this point getting laid at all costs was the target, and I hoped that it would conjure sexual favors later. Plus I was using the massage as a vehicle to escalate and counter stiff body language.
I did an intense massage of her shoulders, then moved to her back, while periodically making out. She excused herself to the bathroom after about 10 min, and I panicked on the inside. First, I saw this as a negative sign, then I it clicked in my head: she went to the bathroom to freshen up for sex. That's when I got up and closed the curtains, lowered the lighting, and raised the music a little bit. When she came out I talked with her for a little bit to lower any potential anti-slut defenses that might show. I talked about how things move fast in America, and how this is the natural progression of meeting, getting along well, then coming over for a drink. I then continued the "massage" -which had become more of a rough fondling - by escalating by removing her dress, then bra, then panties (under the pretense of massaging more), all the while doing intense make outs. By the time I had gotten to her panties, she smiled and said "you sneaky bastard", her face showing extreme pleasure. With the home run now in sight, I commenced the final foreplay, fingering and (just barely) eating her out. Finally, when I sensed that she was ready, I put it in and started going at it. Relieved that the v-card was now gone, I started taking my time. As it turned out, my foreplay paid off because she later asked to go on top and did BJ, HJ...you know, the works. By the time we were done (7:00 AM) I got some shut eye and she left without a trace. I had fulfilled my personal mission to detach the v-card, and the Icelandic tradition of last-minute man/true love as they call it. And by the Icelandic Gods, it was glorious. The gates of hell, so to speak have been opened permanently.
I left the hotel at 9:00 AM after check out, came to the airport, and commenced writing the chronicle of what happened this trip.
And that's the story of how I went from 0 to 100MPH with nothing in between at the age of 17, conquering all four bases with a girl who I only knew for 30 minutes pre-bang.
Thank you Roosh V for your well-written book, and thank you RVF members for reading, let me know what you think/ questions or comments.
- C
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Thankfully she's not in the US or she'd be fucked in more ways then one.
