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TNM's Game Saga
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TNM's Game Saga

Tome 1 - Poznan, Poland

Here comes a massive post of little under two weeks of formative game in Poznan. The writing is poor, my game is poor, but I wanted to put this out there all the same because the community is only worth what we put into it. I'm putting it in the Travel section because this post and all future ones will focus on new destinations I'm currently visiting. This post was long in coming because of post-Poland flu brought on by my pretty crazy schedule while there, business, more travel and some laziness.

Some background: I'm in my late 20's, far from being a beautiful male specimen, and in the recent past I still considered myself too quiet, too introverted, and a poor conversationalist despite having a pretty damn cool life. I've made, and am making, progress on all these fronts. My "game" is quite unbalanced. I've had some cute girls on my arm but always in the context of monogamous LTRs. I've never experienced true abundance, and only a few ONS. I can open during the day, but struggle at night. Rapid physical escalation is something very new to me.

I went to Poznan with the intention of improving my day game and making forays into night game. But the best laid schemes of mice and men often go awry... but always in unexpected and not entirely negative ways!

My jaunt in Poland was my first concerted effort to apply and improve my game. It was either Krauser or Roosh who wrote something along the lines of: "If your game is shit, than no amount of travel will fix it... if you can't game at home, you can't game abroad". This is true. However, I already live a life of travel and so I am not using "Eurojaunts" as a band-aid or pixie dust: it is a merely my reality.

I'll start by recounting my time there in stream-of-conscious mode. I've forgotten some minor details, other minor details are boring or superfluous, and there are omissions to protect the innocent and myself but the fundamentals are here. I make reference to "HSLD" (HighSpeed_LowDrag), a RVF poster who was in Poznan a few weeks before my arrival. Check out his "Hamburg Chronicles" which includes over a week of gaming in Poznan. It was great to touch base with him before my trip.

Another reason that I won't go into any serious detail of any given interaction (good or bad) is because I am simply not in a position to give advice. I am not glossing over my failures, anxieties, bouts of fecklessness, etc... but I don't have any answers to enthusiasts as I'm just starting this journey myself. I haven't internalized the things I've done right and I'm only vaguely aware of the things I've done wrong.
The daygame was all standard GALNUC, the nightgame a really imprecise mixture of switching gears and going for quick kino and escalation where possible.

Anyway, fuck it, let's go.

Day 1 - Thursday - I settled into my place fairly late but I told myself I'd hit the ground running, with or without a plan. It was only about 20:00 so I found myself in a small pub where I heard Polish and English chatter. I got involved in a few sets, never really hooking until I got in well with two 5-6's by the bar. They were both fun to chat with, easy to play off each other, and I figured two numbers from borderline girls was not the end of the world... even if it wasn't a great precedent to set. There isn't much detail here because it was really routine stuff, I was so at ease and uninvested that everything fell into place effortlessly. This sounds good, but it actually means I was borderline dumpster-diving.

I excused myself to chat with a few unobnoxious expats and make another approach. One of the expats mentions going to a club soon. Hmm, it's already close to midnight, time really passed me by...
I think the two girls are probably on their way home soon, so I should probably secure digits. I see that they are separated, one of them is out smoking or something. Auto-isolation. Great. I sack up and get a quick make-out with her in a dark corner of the pub, and grab her number. Nothing to be proud of, I was just thinking of having a backup in case I couldn't secure a flag. I send her on her way, have a few more drinks and then I go to one of the local clubs with the expat, I figure I can get some reliable information from a semi-local... we hit a few spots but nothing seems to hook for me. I figure that I have all the time in the world and don't fret too much.

Overall: 5-6 night approaches, 1 make-out and number from a 5. Sigh. "Is this really how I want to start the trip?"

Day 2 - Friday - I ignored the little voice in my head that told me to go to Czekolada or SQ, and went to Cuba Libra instead. What does Roosh know, anyway? How hard could it be, right? I even cockily refused to daygame. I don't have many bad things to say about Poznan, but Cuba Libre is really bottom of the barrel. Small, logistically inconvenient, and the girls are armored up. I can't think of a positive thing about Cuba Libre; it is like going to a Western club.

Still, my time wasn't completely wasted here... after a handful of approaches that got me blank responses, I did hook a cute redhead who basically begged to be open by coming next to me at the bar as I was ordering and just staring at me. Who the fuck knows why, it wasn't because I was speaking in English because Cuba Libre is overflowing with tourists, foreign students, etc... I don't know, maybe she saw me chatting up some other girls and thought that intriguing, because I'm at a loss to explain how or why the seeds were planted.

HB7 Redhead was really giggly, touching my upper arm and chest easily and freely. Her friends were giving her the evil eye from over her shoulder, I would just smirk back at them and lean against the bar. After a bit I just took her by the wrist to dance for a bit, and when her friends were out of sight, I pulled her in for a kiss without much thought. "Wow, this game thing is easy," I thought.

We did the bar-dance-light kissing thing for about an hour, but she wouldn't let me get too physical. It didn't take me too long to figure out why: as I was returning from the washroom, one of her friends basically blocks my exit and almost screams, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING SHE HAS A BOYFRIEND HE'S A NICE GUY BUT THEY ARE HAVING PROBLEMS BLA BLA BLA..."

I'm quite deflated and just tell her, "Well, your friend is an adult and can do whatever she wants..." and brush past her. I knew a ONS/SNL or even a number/day 2 would be impossible, so I decided to end the interaction on my terms. I may have no game, but I do have good filters and I like to enforce them. I told her I was bouncing to another venue and she was free to join me alone, or not. She made a pouty face and seemed to weigh her options... obviously, no dice.

This is in contrast to HSLD's first real night out, where he got 1 number but no make-outs from over a dozen approaches. I got the make-out, but everything else got shut down. It also echoes his experience with the fourth girl of that night, the one kino'ing him with her husband a few meters away, or the after-the-fact IHAB's he received.

Overall: Waste of a Friday. Should have went out during the day to pipeline at least, and should have forced myself out in earnest that night. I'll wear the dunce hat.

Day 3 - Saturday - It turns out RVF member "Suave" was in Poznan this evening. What are the odds? I was already pissed that I wasted Friday. We got to Czekolada around 23:00 and it was still fairly empty. Suave claimed to be a complete newbie to night game, claiming to have very little experience even in a club... well, he immediately opened one of the hottest girls (HB8 Stranger) in the club at the time and had her smiling and laughing.

The dude is a fearless approach machine, or at least plays the part well, and I shamefully admit that he opened every single set that night (except a lone girl I approached later).

As I mentioned, this is a major sticking point: opening at night. I was planning on rolling solo that evening and if I had, the evening would have taken a different turn - probably for the worse. And this, in turn, would have affected the rest of my stay and it would never have culminated in the awesomeness I'll get into at the tail end of my trip.

He quickly opened a two set on the wall between the bar and the dance floor HB6 Hipster Glasses and HB5 Quiet Mouse. I may have unintentionally jacked Suave's target, and if so I apologize. Being quite uncalibrated, especially in club environments, I may have failed to pick up on the nuance of his approach. If so: sorry mate!

We chatted a bit and I found the mid-6 to be a little tough to crack at first, but I did get the impression that they were talking about some stuff more emotionally engaging than shoes or chocolate when we barged in. Still, after a while I had her softened up a bit and I fell into sort of interaction I'm more comfortable with, holding solid eye contact and playing the curious but confident foreign dude (I learned to seed the conversation with many "... my apartment" here, it softened her up overall and it served me well for my entire stay).

There is nothing of note in this interaction from my POV. Her small, quiet friend never opened up: did I/we fail to include her enough? Was she having a shitty day? Do I even care? (No) Still, dealing with sets can be rough, especially when one is moody and the dude has no game. We bumped into them later in the evening once or twice and HB Hipster Glasses did give me a clear sign of unprompted interest in a later exchange which I failed to pick up on at the time. Oops.

Anyway, Suave immediately opens (see a trend here? and a failing of mine?) a large (4-5?) set at a table by the floor. He's talking to a decent looking girl with massive tits (HB6 MT), and I'm talking to a tiny blonde (HB6 Cute Mouse). I had her giggling and laughing early on, and got a bit of physical contact on over 15-20 minutes but even at the time I felt it would be tough to extract her from her group of friends (problem 1), which I/we failed to engage with (problem 2 - there were 2-3 left there to sit idly and radiate social pressure). Problem 2 was compounded by the fact that they were all visiting Poznan together for the evening (difficult isolation, difficult extraction). Despite the pleasant interaction, it was going nowhere without some isolation or escalation, she didn't want to go dance and I let the embers die.

Suave is still chatting with his target when I see a lone, short hipster with dark hair alone at the bar. This type of girl is very common where I come from so I had no trouble approaching cold. I read her right and she's laughing with me within a few minutes, touching my arm now and then, giving random hugs, buying me a few shots... I eject after a while with the intention of re-opening her later, a technique that made a lot more sense to me while under the influence of alcohol.

I bump into Suave who is heading back home. Buddy, you should have stayed, night life in these parts is an all-night affair!

... but this is all retrospection. Suave bounces, and I locate the little hipster on the edge of the floor and pull her gently into facing me, and just go kamikaze with, "I'm getting out of here, you should come with me?" She looks a bit surprised, "Hmm.. you mean you want to go dance upstairs?" (probably a, "hey, slow down" message). "No, I'm leaving the club, I want to have a drink elsewhere." "Hmmm... no..." I smile, shrug and just leave.

Overall: I felt like a loser for not making the effort to open, but pleased with my post-open skills to subtly charm a girl, bait her into asking questions I could DHV from, and keep her guessing.

If my night game had been tighter, and my confidence levels as high as they were near the end of my Poznan trip, I could have been a much better wing for Suave, who was only passing through Poznan for the evening. Still, I had a good time and saw what Poland had to offer if only I made the efforts to step up. I made a promise to myself to go out every night, solo or not, and a mental note to work on night openings (obviously) and on including the stray members of large sets.

Day 4 - Sunday - Woke up late, had lunch with Suave before he headed out, tried a few day approaches (is it still day when the sun is down by 16:00?) at Stary Browar and by the H&M. The first three went absolutely nowhere, just shy smiles as I rambled on. But the fourth girl, a blonde 7 oozing femininity, hooked strong. I was actually a bit worried at that glint in her eye - is that that elusive fear of success? I got her number, anything else was tough because she was leaving Poznan for the next ten days or so (she was actually heading to the train station, so an ID was inconvenient). Over the next few days, she'd often send texts she badgered me into adding her on Facebook. Interacting with her was, and is, natural, smooth and fun. HB7 Marine Biologist is now a prospect for my next trip. I'm proud of this one.

I went to Dragon, a pub off Stary Rynek to see what the night had to offer. I got there around 11:00. The place wasn't overly crowded, so I was chatting with the barman for a bit... Oddly enough, I was approached twice, each time by the uglier part of a two-set. Seriously, they were 4's - when I say I made out with a 5 on my first night, I rank 5's as "mediocre but passable with the lights dimmed", but their friends were 7's on both occasions. I honestly had no idea how to transition from the ugly initiators to the cuter friends. In both cases, the interactions were not stilted but I wasn't going to number close uggos. In retrospect, a simple "hey, let me get your numbers" (emphasis on the plural) could have led to different results. Advice, anyone?

Day 5 - Monday - No daygame, I had business to take care of. I went to Arcy solo that evening and achieved an awesome streak of 2 consecutive blow-outs. It was "Black Monday" (seriously, that's what they call it) and two girls really shut me out back-to-back and then ran off to grind with a bunch of Nigerians. This isn't race trolling: they were just looking for something I couldn't offer. No hard feelings. I also opened a girl who turned out to be working there. That obviously didn't go anywhere.

I bounced to Czekolada but it was a bit empty, and when it did fill up a bit around 12:30 the ratio was terrible. Mostly mixed groups that I still don't feel entirely comfortable opening. I had no clear "lone chick at the bar" openings. I ran 4 approaches, one on a mixed set and the dude kept trying to get the target's attention in Polish. I was poorly calibrated and didn't really know how to proceed or analyze the situation properly.

Overall: dead night and shit game.

Day 6 - Tuesday - Light day game at the Old Bowery. I only opened 5 targets in about as many hours. None of these were memorable of successful except the last one: HB6 Student. She was easy to bounce to an i-date at the Starbucks and gave heavy IOIs throughout: sparkling eyes, twirling of the hair, big smiles. Sweet girl. I got her number.

I returned to Czekolada that night, arriving around 11:00. Empty... until I looked to my left and saw a solid upper-8. Tall, blonde, long legs, taut skin. She looked like a dancer. She also looked bored. No hesitation. I opened with the original, "You look like you're having the most fun here..." and got a small smile. Turns out out she was with two girl friends who were dancing. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I got strong "daddy issue" vibes from her early on. I adjusted by ramping up C&F. The shit tests came early and strong,

"Where are your friends?"
"If you're so cool, why don't you have a girlfriend?"
"Why are you talking to me?"

... which I casually brushed off. I probably sound like a badass, but I was pretty turbulent inside. This was a real challenge for me. Even in retrospect, with the awesome time I had in Poznan (explained later in this post, gentle reader), I'm not sure how I gathered the balls to just approach her and then keep her around for a solid twenty-five minutes. I just kept repeating "irrational confidence" to myself (in my head, obviously).

I had no delusions of being able to get a number, get a make-out, or a SNL here but I figured, "Hey, I got my foot in the door..." I keep my speech steady, held strong eye contact, and had her laughing and sometimes nibbling at bait. At one point she went silent for a few seconds and just said, "... you're so confident" with this strong eye contact that did destabilize me. Her two friends unintentionally saved me from fucking up by dragging her away for girly-toilet-time or whatever.

The club was pretty empty and I wasn't sure how to convert the good feelings on to other interactions, so I only managed three three other stray girls at the bar with the Roosh-approved, "Hey, you don't look like you're from here...". None of these went anywhere but I did time the last two impeccably well, because the HB8 Dancer gave me long looks on three occasions, looking away as I met her gaze.

Could it be any more obvious? Well, hindsight is 20/20... I ruefully admit that I could have, should have, re-approached and tried... anything. But I didn't. And I failed to collect any numbers from the three girls I opened, even if I had one of them close with some reciprocal touching going on. Like I said guys, I'm new to this.

Overall: a massive failure to push my boundaries.

Day 7 - Wednesday - I wish I had a solid tale to spin after Tuesday's lack of direction and conviction, but I don't.

The day began with the realization that I probably should have tried something with HB8 Dancer, and the weird realization that HB6 Student left me with a fake number despite the girlish IOIs and the instant date that had her nibbling at bait and showing genuine interest. There's nothing more to say about this, it was just a weird moment but it didn't leave me bitter.

A couple of day game approaches went nowhere, I don't even remember any of the approaches.

Morale was still healthy, but trending downwards... Some dudes I met earlier told me they were going to some student party that evening in a club. I figured why not? After a few warm-up approaches that went nowhere (I struggle with large mixed groups who obviously see each other every day), I had to go take a leak.

As I'm leaving the washroom, some Mexican-looking dude accosted me. He was speaking/slurring in Polish despite the obvious fact that neither of us were Polish. I guess he was a reject from the University of Quito who ended up in Poznan for his studies and was angry because I chatted to his girl or oneitits. I don't know. All I know is that I wasn't willing to send some kid to the hospital, or end up in one myself (he probably had mates nearby, it being a student party) and just strolled to the coat check around the time he started getting physically aggro.
Walking away from that dude was actually more difficult than cold approaching random girls.

I was pretty pissed and decided the night was done. I should have just collected myself elsewhere and hit another club, but instead I finished a bottle of vodka I had at my apartment. I was wondering what the fuck I was doing in Poland and I was generally in a very shitty place. This day is now marked on my calendar as the day I almost regressed into the pit of chodehood, never to recover. Never again. Never again.

Day 8 - Thursday - The patient reader who managed to push himself through my daily blog where I talk about cutting my toenails, avoiding Mexican knife-fights and getting absolutely no results with girls can rest assured that I saw it fit to finally get my shit together on this blessed Thursday. [Image: banana.gif]

I woke up late, well rested and strangely optimistic despite the lack of hot leads. I got some work done and forewent any day approaches; not out of avoidance, there just weren't enough hours in the day. Evening came and I went to one of my favourite "pre-club" spots I visited many times over the last week. It is a quiet spot with easy approach avenues once it fills up. I'm chatting to a gregarious foreigner who wastes no time in suggesting we chat to a pair of girls sitting at one of the couches, but part of a much larger set. Why not?

He opens a brunette while a blonde with short hair (rare in Poland, and not at all my thing but she was otherwise well-kept) sits idly by diddling with her phone until I open. She hooks easy and seems up for a chat. She's an upper 6 with nice legs. Things are low-energy and casual, I'm closer to "daygame ramble" than "intense club game". I test for the IHAB early, she's taking the bait and is opening up quite a bit. In retrospect, HB6 Blondie is what Krauser would call a "maybe girl". After I ran a mild compliance test by suggesting we sit on another couch, alone, she quickly asked me for my astrological sign. Hmm... where have I heard this before?

It turns out the larger group she is with is composed of two childhood friends and a family member. Tough one, right? But I'm not going to let this one go. We're just chatting with light playful kino and I'm throwing light verbal sexual spikes... things are going swimmingly. Her group says they are bouncing to another club. I slyly suggest we join them later... my plan is to either maximize isolation time to physically escalate and then suggest a venue bounce elsewhere, or to the same club her friends are at if she insists, or even a direct bounce to my apartment if things go perfectly. I'm pretty sure I got this covered either way.

Her group is out barely 5 minutes when we're making out in a darker corner of the venue, and 20 minutes later I suggest we leave. I didn't feel I could have dragged her back to my cave just yet, so we're walking down Stary Rynek while I weigh my options... her wrapped around my arm when we bump into... her group of friends and some strangers (and the family member, let's not forget), who had to go collect some other people prior to the club. Ambushed! Still: I'm not letting this one go. I suggest we join the group.

We enter, she rushes off to the dance floor with her girl friends. I'm at the bar with the male family member, a young guy with good English. I buy him a drink, we chat a bit, I'm fairly confident I'm in his good graces and he won't be too overbearing. He's chatting to a girl he knows when an expat I recognize emerges from the dance floor - we chat a bit and he bounces, off to another club. A minute later, my target scurries back to me and says, "You know him? He tried to grind us on the floor..." LOL.

Anyway, she takes my hand and suggests we go sit down somewhere. She's sure making it easy. She soon has her legs over mine, I'm playing with her hair, soon feeling up her tits, and her tongue is down my throat again. Her friends pass by multiple times (the couches were in a major corridor of sorts) and she doesn't care, we even "take a break" to chat with her best friend for a bit... all in English, no behind-the-scenes Polish cockblocks.

More unabashed makeouts until she says the magic words, "This is nice... but we're not having sex tonight..." This, plus asking my astrological sign? I think I got this.

Around 2AM I gently lead her out of the club to the nearest taxi stand and she doesn't even ask where we're going. We make out, straight to the bed, no LMR.

Polish flag: acquired. She's real freaky, too.

Overall: Compliance tests, gradual kino escalation and leading got me laid.

Day 9 - Friday - I spent most of Friday morning fucking HB6 Blondie, and woke up sore around 3PM. She had to rush off to her hometown for something family related... Poles are very family-oriented, it is endearing. We exchange numbers and she mentions she's returning later tomorrow. I didn't know if I'd be seeing her again this trip, but she was definitely a girl I'd keep around.

I got some more sleep, and left for Czekolada just after midnight. It was quite busy and I did a few warm-up sets; I was feeling good, being solo didn't bother me, cold approaching at night didn't bother me (well, compared to before), it was like something clicked and the pressure was off.

Still, I needed more. I threw down the gauntlet and told myself I'd make it 2 for 2. I'd prowl the streets until 7AM if I had to. No more pussying out and bouncing early or failing to escalate.

Anyway, I got really lucky here, because quite literally the first girl I really opened (out of a 6-7 or so overall throughout the entire evening) is the one I took home a few hours ago. Sorry to ruin the suspense. I used a silly "you're in my personal space, you should buy me a drink" line to HB6 Magda, not her real name obviously. Great ass, great tits, and some nice facial features. She doesn't rate higher since I didn't dig her style, which is irrelevant once you're naked.

Magda was at Czekolada with a larger group of people she studies with and emphasized that she hates clubs (it shows, she wasn't dressed for it even if she had a decent body), so all I had to do was ramp down the energy, chill with her long enough to build comfort and go for the extraction. I dropped bait early, had her smiling, probed for the IHAB, and decided that this was a bet I was happy to make: 45-60 minutes of chat, a few drinks, light kino, go for extraction. I can't recount line for line what was said, it was just standard comfort chatter, her giggling at the few Polish words I knew, and a slow raising of the thermometer and tension. I don't know what I did right, just that I didn't do anything wrong. She liked my look and I knew how to feel her out. When I suggested we bounce to my place, she literally said, "I don't usually do this... but... it would be my pleasure."

Wham, bam, number exchange the next morning.

Day 10 - Saturday - Thursday? Check. Friday? Check. Despite unbalanced game and a totally unaligned chakra, I somehow pulled two girls in two nights. Could I make it three?

I was running on fumes, but an acquaintance invited me to a get-together in a surprisingly nice bar that is seemingly popular with students of the nearby university. It was a short cab ride from Stary Rynek. The place was very amenable to approaches, with two bars and two small dance floors and lots of seating space.

It filled up quickly. I chatted with HB 6.5 Choirgirl for a while (acquaintance of the acquaintance, so not a cold approach but not strictly "social circle" handicapped either), she was playful and was useful to build state. I got her number early and moved on to a girl alone at the bar with a nationality opener, "You're Russian, aren't you?" (She was). HB8 Slav and the dancer from the other night represented the same thing to me: I had no expectations of getting anywhere with her but used her to test myself and some new theories. Strong, solid eye contact, occasional pauses, travel DHV. I was unintentionally DHV'd by the acquaintance and his entourage who invited me out, that went nicely with the interaction. I got a Facebook here and moved on to HB Hamster who had high energy and was lapping up everything I gave her. Her English was flawless and it turns out she spent a lot of time in the West, which also explained her aggressive/outgoing nature with me and her crazy validation-seeking dancing.

This sounds like I hit a good vein of form and got details on 3/3 approaches, but there were a few approaches that went nowhere (that's the thing about Poland - your failures don't feel like failures unless something really weird happens, most of the interactions are pleasant), and I did miss a clear opportunity to open 2 beautiful Bosnian students because some random Italian chodes jumped in and kamikaze'd themselves a second prior to the opening. I was going to open them again later as I was leaving, but HB Hamster had different ideas...

Around 2:00 AM, I was a bit bored and the joint was breaking up: I guess everyone was gearing up to go home or elsewhere. HB Hamster is not in my LOS, and I'm not in a hurry to go hunt her down.

Throughout the evening, I exchanged 2-3 texts with HB Blondie (Thursday night's lay) who is back in town and I was about to send her a feeler text while in line to retrieve my coat, and a flurry of things happen:

1) Two cute foreign girls are immediately behind me, speaking in English to each other on where they want to go after, and one basically turns me around to ask for a recommendation...

2) HB Hamster barges through the crowd to ask: "Where are you going? Let's go out! Here's my number!" Huh? WTF? Even the girls behind me went a bit silent, and before I had a chance to reply...

3) ... I receive an SMS from HB Blondie telling me she's at one of the snootier clubs but really wants to "see me".

This is what Maverick would call a target rich environment.

What to do? Take the clear booty call? Or go with the new girl who is giving me lots of positive vibes but no guaranteed lay? Or roll the dice and finally open the Bosnians? Remember that this grotty motherfucker right here has never experienced abundance, and even this hint of it was intoxicating.

TLDR: I decided to go for 3/3 (3 nights, 3 different lays) and went to a club with HB6 Hamster and two of her friends, got rapid physical escalation within thirty minutes on the dance floor, took her home. No LMR.

I asked her the next morning when she realized it was on, she just said, "I dunno, you're funny and you're just so confident ". Not really the answer to my question, but I guess she saw me with the entourage and make all the approaches and decided this shiny foreigner would be a good companion for the evening. Exchanged contact details the next morning. My dick was really, really sore...

Wrapping it up

I only had under two days left in town... I basically didn't leave the apartment, and had Blondie and Magda alternating visiting me. Those 36h were effortless and pretty nasty. I left Poznan feeling like this:

http://youtu.be/-_zKCUG20xs?t=17s

Night Game

Polish guys have poor game: this is merely a confirmation of what Roosh observed. I'm not exactly tight myself, but sloppy game is easy to spot.

Being well dressed doesn't get you any points - just don't be a slob. I saw a small group of Polish guys in trendy suits at Czekolada: doesn't mean anything.

Girls are very friendly. "I'm going to the bathroom..." is about as bad as it gets. Out of 16-18 night approaches, I only got two blowouts.

Venues

22/VanDiesel was recommended by HSLD, but I never ventured inside despite it being right off Stary Rynek. Next time.

Cuba Libre is a festering pit. Go here for last-call game or if all options are exhausted. I guess you could get lucky and meet some interesting people passing through, but why make your job more difficult? Maybe other posters disagree: discuss.

Czekolada is truly the hack bar. When I didn't have my mind set on another club, I always went out with the eventual goal of coming here but as the reader observed my plans had a way of going astray. [Image: wink.gif] It isn't very big but the layout is amenable to bar approaches. Check out the upper floor, it'll work for isolation from her larger group in a pinch.

Dragon is as close as you'll get to a bar that fills out decently. The open-air area out back must be nice in the summer. I could see this place being a decent date venue with a certain type of girl, or a regular spot to drink a few before heading out. I came here three times (once alone for some pre-drinking) and was somehow approached every single time... but the quality is really hit or miss.

SQ is one of two clubs within the Old Bowery mall complex. I only spent a few hours here, but I could see myself going back. Pricier than other places, but unless you're converting from hryvnia costs shouldn't be a problem.

Terytorium is closed, in its place is a club called Arcy (I think they shared a locale, but I could be wrong). Thursday is ladies night. Monday is hip-hop night. Same deal.

I didn't visit Slowdonia, and I don't remember anything about Pacha due to inebriation.

Day Game
Stary Rynek and Old Bowery. Nothing more to say here.
Since every single woman of fertile age in Poznan has probably been asked for the nearest petshop by a bemused foreigner, I preferred to ask where the Apple store was in Stary Bowar (thanks HSLD). The mall itself is separated into two parts and spans multiple stories, so this is quite plausible (not that plausibility is a factor here: but it helps).

General Observations
Girls are very attractive and not sexy. I was there when the thermometer dictates that girls would be bundled up, but even in the clubs they don't show a ton of skin. That's fine by me. Less can be more. We're still talking miles ahead of American/Anglo girls when it comes to femininity.

If you're a bit different: great. You'll get more minor IOIs. What Roosh wrote about Mediterranean-looking guys is true. But the real power is when you look like a Spaniard or Italian but are obviously not a student and instead a well-rounded foreigner interested in spending time in her city.

The cost of life is very affordable. Going out isn't very expensive. The zloty has a very good exchange rate.

The locals are very friendly in my experience. I didn't get any cockblock attempts from Polish dudes (yet).

Regarding texting: as Roosh said, the girls use lots of smileys. I've seen 4 in a single sentence. Replies within 20-60m are normal. These two observations also bleed out of the texting arena: Polish girls aren't Xanax-addled lunatics out to milk every gram of attention and validation out of you.

To conclude
Days of Gaming: 10-12
Cities Gamed In: 1
# of Contact Details Obtained: 8
6 from nightgame ( from ~18-20 approaches)
2 from daygame (from ~24-25 approaches)
I'm not counting any numbers or FB I collected peripherally (via social circles, friends of friends, etc...), but could potentially be future leads. Only CD's obtained through my own sweat.
iDates: 1, which led to a fake number.
Day 2's: 0, they not in the game plan but I should have grinded some out.
Kiss-closes/Makeouts: 2
From daygame: 0
From nightgame: 2
Bangs: 3, all from nightgame.
HB Hamster, Age 24, 6.5 body, 6.0 face
HB Magda, Age 23, 7.5 body, 6.0 face
HB Blondie, Age 28, 7.0 body, 6.5 face
Flags Acquired: 1
Number (incl. FB) to Bang Conversion Rate: 3/8 = Way too high to mean anything. [Image: smile.gif]

If my conversion rate looks insane, keep in mind all 3 were SNL and many of the digits I collected remain cold (I am keeping a few leads warm via FB etc, but that's not a high-return technique unless you already banged, IMHO). That is to say, there's little correlation between the contact details I collected and the lays.

Personal thoughts:
- I didn't make huge forays into night game. If I had to enter a club alone for the next 10 consecutive days, I doubt I could pull. I'm green as a grasshopper. I was in the right place at the right time.
- I didn't get the chance to seriously test my day game but this isn't where I feel I have any problems.
- I didn't make the most of my time, especially at the beginning of my trip.
- My game was loose (especially at night), but I learned a lot about my strengths and weaknesses. I rarely got blown-out. I developed my own unique routines/openers and field-tested them. Still, I could have hit the pavement more, and you'll notice that I didn't have any dates whatsoever: I could have have converted the daygame numbers I collected into dates instead of putting them in the "next visit/long game" tray.
- I need to force myself into more night approaches, and to fearlessly approach two/three sets and progress with them seamlessly.
- I quickly learned the power of leading and escalation. On verbal escalation/sexual spikes: This is very new to me, and I'm surprised it came so easily. I developed my own little 'routine' that I'm devilishly proud of and I'll try to hone into perfection in the future...

I haven't seen the whole country yet, but Poland is proving to be an excellent proving ground for aspirants. If I can get laid, so can you.

TLDR: Do the work, put yourself out there, identify strengths and weaknesses, enjoy all interactions, move forward. Getting over the fear and lethargy is the hardest part.

This post is just over 6,500 words so I'll STFU. I've already travelled to two new countries since my time in Poznan so maybe you'll find more long-ass posts from me.
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This is an epic post, +1 from me but its too bad that you didn't include Poland in the title as this very informative thread won't show up when members search the word "Poland" when looking for threads pertaining to the country in the future.
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Hey TNM, I really enjoyed finally getting to read your writeup of your time in Poznan. I was laughing at all the things you experienced that jibed pretty well with what my time there was like.

Like you said - Poland is a really good place for relative newbies to game like ourselves to cut our teeth on the Central/Eastern Europe scene of game since the girls are super-approachable, sexy, and horny as fuck. It also helps that they absolutely hate Polish guys and much prefer foreigners. Every single girl that I managed to hook for an extended period mentioned how much she hated Polish guys [Image: biggrin.gif]

What I noticed missing from your post was any mention of online game. In particular, Tinder in Poland is insanely good, compared to how bad it is in Canada or the US by now. Tinder has really good quality and responsiveness in the area of Central Europe (meaning Poland, Czech Republic, Hungary, and the Baltics) - like what Tinder was like for us in the Anglosphere during its golden days. Tinder game was a better usage of time than daygame in my opinion - although nightgame is still king for slaying Polish pussy hahaha.

As for commenting on the nightgame ...

Van Diesel / 22 was OK in my experience. Nothing that really takes away from it, and I had a pretty neutral experience there. I'm sure others would likely do better than I did on my night there.

Czekolada is still hands-down the best place for what we do here on the forum. No questions about it.

It's a relief that someone here hates Cuba Libre as much as I do - worst place in Poznan for me by far [Image: dodgy.gif] Got cockblocked twice in a row - the second where I thought I had the lay in the bag - Link

Slowdownia wasn't that good - there was a lot of chicks there but there were too many tables crowding the place and isolation wasn't as easy as other places. I'm pretty sure SQ would have been better but I didn't go.

And I think we can officially declare - if a Polish girl, unprompted, asks you what your astrological sign is, she wants to bang. Run, don't walk, to get her out of the venue and back to your place. Roosh experienced it, I experienced it, and now you did as well [Image: idea.gif]

This part was kinda hard to read to be honest:

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I'm not sure how I gathered the balls to just approach her and then keep her around for a solid twenty-five minutes. I just kept repeating "irrational confidence" to myself (in my head, obviously).

I had no delusions of being able to get a number, get a make-out, or a SNL here but I figured, "Hey, I got my foot in the door..." I keep my speech steady, held strong eye contact, and had her laughing and sometimes nibbling at bait. At one point she went silent for a few seconds and just said, "... you're so confident" with this strong eye contact that did destabilize me. Her two friends unintentionally saved me from fucking up by dragging her away for girly-toilet-time or whatever.

Another rule of Polish girls I've realized - approaching alone gets them interested in you because they think you're confident. TNM, you sell yourself short, and your writing makes that really clear. Don't think for a second that any Polish girl (or any girl, for that matter) is beyond your level just cause she's a stunner. Trust me, merely by being foreign and opening in a confident manner, you've elevated yourself hugely over the local talent. I've gamed and made out with chicks who are way hotter then I am handsome, believe me. Let her say no - don't do the work of saying it for her by not giving it your all.

And you would have done well to have moved her earlier, isolating and then going for the kiss. If there's anything that gaming in the cutthroat, Darwinian world of Canadian nightclubs has taught me, it's that every second you're not isolating or escalating is a second you're asking to get cockblocked. After all, these girls aren't idiots (and that's any girl, not just Polish.) They know exactly why you're talking with them - and if they're vibing with you well, there's no reason not to move with the quickness. If you're not isolating, kino-escalating, and going for the kiss within 25-30 minutes, in my experience, you're wasting time.

Approach.
Isolate.
Escalate.
Extricate.

These four things are what nightgame boils down to in its essence. Always keep those things in mind and you'll be golden.

In any case - great job, and best of luck to you in your future endeavours. I'm hoping that what little I was able to offer in terms of advice was able to help you out.

HSLD

HSLD
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Quote: (12-23-2014 12:04 AM)scotian Wrote:  

This is an epic post, +1 from me but its too bad that you didn't include Poland in the title as this very informative thread won't show up when members search the word "Poland" when looking for threads pertaining to the country in the future.

Thanks.
And you're right, but I think the search feature also looks in the body of a post, no? I intend on keeping this as a large thread for all my travel stories. I doubt I'll throw more 6k word posts down, but I'll definitely add notes and thoughts on new cities as I visit them. I'd also like to keep it as a rough "diary" of my progress, something I can look back on in 6 or 12 months with a smirk.

Quote:HighSpeed_LowDrag Wrote:

What I noticed missing from your post was any mention of online game. In particular, Tinder in Poland is insanely good, compared to how bad it is in Canada or the US by now. Tinder has really good quality and responsiveness in the area of Central Europe (meaning Poland, Czech Republic, Hungary, and the Baltics) - like what Tinder was like for us in the Anglosphere during its golden days. Tinder game was a better usage of time than daygame in my opinion ...

I've never used Tinder but our PMs got me interested. I have no experience with Tinder in Poland or elsewhere, but if you claim it is currently near its peak I should probably hurry it up before it regresses to the Western mean.

Quote:HighSpeed_LowDrag Wrote:

And I think we can officially declare - if a Polish girl, unprompted, asks you what your astrological sign is, she wants to bang. Run, don't walk, to get her out of the venue and back to your place. Roosh experienced it, I experienced it, and now you did as well.

I was almost waiting for the "Candid Camera" moment when she asked me that. I remembered Bang Poland, I remembered your posts, and I cracked a huge grin.

Though it is funny that such a seemingly innocent question would have went over my head 3 years ago (I can guesstimate that I started "unplugging" around 2012 but only started applying this stuff in the last 8/9 months).

Quote:HighSpeed_LowDrag Wrote:

This part was kinda hard to read to be honest: ...

Sure, but I write from a place of honesty, not a place of weakness and I tried to describe how I felt in that interaction, not how I see it in retrospect or overall. What you say is spot-on but such crystal-clear thinking goes right out the window when you're in the line of fire. I failed and I'll move beyond that until everything is internalized. Live and learn!
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Interlude 1 - Reflections in Transit

I write this from yet-another-European-airport, sipping on a beer while catching up on a few Christmas messages and photos from the Poznan girls. There's a copy of Krauser's "Balls Deep" in my lap. Almost finished. Very good, honest and expansive read. I find myself thinking of Eastern Europe constantly.

Here are two unrelated things on my mind:

Game Decay

I've been heavily involved with work these past few weeks, and I found that my new found "skills" quickly deteriorated as early as a few days after my Polish adventure. When working, I'm spending more time in isolation, and as a result conversation is a bit stilted, the fluidity I found isn't there. True, I am in a different location with a different local culture and I'm focused on the hustle, and some rust is inevitable but I'm a bit surprised. Maybe this fear of "game decay" is why Krauser/Roosh (I still don't know who said it, apologies) was adamant against travel to foreign nations as a balm for shitty game: if you eschew gaming at home you'll be right back where you started on your return and it'll really fuck you up. Thankfully, as I've alluded to, this is not my reality or situation but it is still amazing to see that this stuff atrophies faster than early gym gains.

For example, after two weeks of thinking of little other than work, I was having a drink with a 19 year old girl I've seen a few times in one of my regular cities. No bang but her social circle has been very valuable. I just found my conversation flat; the evening went fine but I had some clear feedback that this engine needs to be kept well-lubed (heh!). This might be why things culminated they way they did in Poznan: I was out every day, even when I was absurdly tired, hungover, burnt out.

I'll need to work on balancing the two aspects of my life better in the coming year.

Accidental Bangs

I ended up with a new bang with a colleague (in the loosest sense of the word: I am self-employed, but sometimes my paths cross with peers and collaborators) a few days ago. I guess there were a few IOIs over the past few months (keeping in mind we only see one another every 4-5 months), but I think what made a strong difference here was a seed I accidentally planted via text message.

I was using an unfamiliar app, and I was confident that the message I received (an innocent one, asking about some dates/scheduling) was from a male colleague and friend and not from her, so I replied flippantly and followed-up with a few cocky and aggressive messages. I soon noticed the mistaken identity but made no effort to correct myself. I had to see her that evening and I kept that tone/vibe with her, culminating in her telling me to go up to her room with her. She is a few years older than myself and is an "independent woman", though she did some modelling in her youth so the figure was nice enough though the Wall has started having a deleterious effect on her face. The whole thing was uninspiring and I already find myself ducking her messages

Still, sometimes it is as simple as keeping a strong and consistent image.

Happy new year to all RVF members.
TNM

PS: rooshvforum.network is blocked as "pornographic, racist and/or violent" by the T-Mobile hotspot. Heh!
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Nice write-up. You did your prep work in this trip, so the next time you visit those part of the woods, it's going to be a lot more smoother.

Chin up!
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Stay tuned for Tome 2 of my Poznan trip, which will include posts such as "Behind Enemy Lines: The Polish SJW Lay" and "Lessons learned in the failed management of a 4AM Tinder bootycall from a drunk Brazilian tourist, during a snowstorm".
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Great write up, +1

Quote: (12-22-2014 07:25 PM)The Nude Matador Wrote:  

Tome 1 - Poznan, Poland

Day 5 - Monday - No daygame, I had business to take care of. I went to Arcy solo that evening and achieved an awesome streak of 2 consecutive blow-outs. It was "Black Monday" (seriously, that's what they call it) and two girls really shut me out back-to-back and then ran off to grind with a bunch of Nigerians. This isn't race trolling: they were just looking for something I couldn't offer. No hard feelings. I also opened a girl who turned out to be working there. That obviously didn't go anywhere.

lol I experienced a similar thing in Wroclaw, I called these girls "Black dude groupies", they were the only ones who where slightly bitchy. If a polish girl is really into dark meat, I doubt she'll give a white guy the time of the day.

Тот, кто не рискует, тот не пьет шампанского
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