Long time listener - first time poster here:
After reading Roosh's site for the past year and quietly lurking to find as much travel information I could, I decided to embark on a trip to Scandinavia after my ex girlfriend dumped me and got pregnant with some hippie spawn. An exotic f#ckfest trip was years overdue. Here's my experience in Sweden, Finland and Estonia. (3 week trip)
Stockholm, Sweden:
I arrived on a Friday night. My intentions were that I could "land, catch a few hours of sleep and go party through Sunday." I couldn't fall asleep on the flight and for the past week prior to my trip, I had worked my balls off on my own business to make sure I didn't have to worry about money and didn't catch much sleep. I got off the plane and took the train and bus to my AirBnb apartment in the "Radmansgartan" part of Stockholm, 10 minutes away from the "Stureplan" area everyone recommends.
I am from LA and see my fair share of gorgeous women on the daily, but in Los Angeles, even as a good looking male and confident male with level 8 game, these pretty girls are mostly untouchable. It's HARD to get a good looking girl in LA to F#CK, unless you are an actor or producer who is known. I was blown away by the amount of good looking women in Stockholm. By no means were these girls largely "Stunners", but compared to Los Angeles, the average woman was much much much prettier. Rather, I should say, there were a lot less UGLY girls. Out of every 100 women, there would be one that would make you say "damn" out loud to yourself about their beauty. A STUNNER. In LA, in the right part of town, you see maybe 4 perfect 10's a day. In Stockholm, I would see a perfect 10 about every 45 minutes. However, with their headphones on during the day, they won't make eye contact with you. It's kind of a hell on earth to see a 10 and not have her even look at your face intentionally.
So it's my first night, I head to soap bar (I found here on the forum) and found myself surrounded with a bunch of 7's, some 8's here and there and the rare 10. I approached about 6 sets during the night and was blown off on about 4 approaches. "ON TO THE NEXT ONE." My confidence is unwaivered, but I think to myself "I thought it would be easy since I was tan, fairly good looking with dark hair + American and English speaking." WRONG. The Swedish men all look like Jaime Lannister and have suits that make me look like a chump in my LA skinny jeans and semi-tailored blazer. Time to rethink my wardrobe and step it up if I want to see some 'tang. I end up making out with a 7, she quickly says "I have to go" after an hour of making out in the club and I walk home in the freezing cold.
Night 2: I sleep all day and then I head to soap bar again at 10PM and quickly eject because the talent isn't where I want it to be. I walk around Stureplan and run up to a pair of 9's and ask where the good place to be is. They BLOW ME OFF (this is becoming too common here) and point to an indoor mall and say "there is good." I go inside and walk to the end of the mall and see two bouncers in front of an escalator. I flash them my ID and at the top of the escalator ride, a man who I can only think may have been Jesus lets me in to a place that must be heaven. 9's, 10's everywhere I look. G0D DAMN, IM IN SWEDEN NOW I think to myself. I spend about an hour opening 7-8's (I was trying to warm up before trying the top shelf, low self esteem that night I guess) and was blown out over and over. WTF?! I DO PRETTY GOOD IN L.A. WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS PLACE? Next, I open a 4 set of 8's and they said "Where you from?" - I told them Los Angeles and their next question was "Who are you here with?" - "By myself." The black haired/blue eyed girl (I learn was from Iceland) said "Your partying with us tonight." PERFECT. I hang with these broads the whole night and we walk straight in to numerous nightclubs. A rookie mistake leaves my Weiner dry again for the night because I had two of them fighting over me and I floated back and forth until the end trying to figure out which one was the "easy" lay and ended up going home by myself because I didn't pick one right off the bat to escalate at the beginning. Whatever, I still have time.
Sunday - Tuesday: The lack of sleep/jetlag and partying gets the best of me and I end up sick and bed-ridden in my apartment for 3 days.
Wednesday: I go out for "little Saturday" and hit up a few different clubs after befriending a local DJ on his night off who can walk us in everywhere. I end up meeting a group of 19-22 year old STUNNERS (Easily all 10's) - very tall, skinny, long straight hair - in leggy in black dresses who have unbelievable symmetrical faces. who give me their numbers and hang out with me because they learn I am a successful professional photographer and want to use me. Like "You can take pictures of us?" SURE. OK. We end up texting all week but never meet up because my main contact is "tired" from partying.
Thursday: SLEEP
Friday: F*CK this place, I haven't gotten laid in the land of so-called "liberated" horney chicks and I feel like a failure. Time to leave WITHOUT my flag. I get on the VIKING LINE and head to ESTONIA.
ESTONIA:
On the cruise I change my tinder location to Estonia. I meet two 8's on Tinder and set up dates for my arrival. On the cruise I meet a SMOKING HOT (9) blonde girl working on the boat from Finland and get her number after I tell her I ill be there in a few days.
Estonia Day 1: I walk around Old Town Tallinn, the coolest city I have ever been to. For the day I forget Im here to get laid. I meet tinder girl #1 at a McDonalds after she won't come to my apartment right off the bat because she thinks my profile is fake. After a "Royal With Cheese" (Reference), we head to my place. We crack a bottle of wine and I try holding her hand. She says "what are you doing? I only hold hands with my boyfriend or dear friend." I was tired of being blown off. I said "Ill hold your hand cause I like you and Im going to makeout with you too." Within 5 minutes, this 20 year old estonian model was bent over the couch asking me if I liked how tight she was. MY CONFIDENCE WAS BACK TO NORMAL the first second I hit some strange. Weird what a drought will do to your head. She left after the second round.
Day 2: I meet Tinder girl 2. She drives me around all day to sightsee and pulls away at the end when I go for a kiss. I think "OK, don't waste my time there" and she says she can't come up to my apartment because she has work early. I go home and whack it.
Day 3: Tinder girl 2 wants to hang out again and says she had so much fun. I blow off the young model from the day before to try to bag this one. She drives me around again and she asks me if I want to see what a normal estonian apartment looks like. We get to her place and again, she puts up verbal resistance but 15 minutes later she's riding me, moaning and squirting all over me. I sleep at her place and she drives me home at 9am. Model / Tinder girl #1 comes over at 1PM and we end up having a bangfest all day long. I have to leave early in the AM for Finland, my job here is done. I like it here.
FINLAND:
I walk around Helsinki the first day and hit up a few coffee shops to catch up with work on the internet. Plenty of talent walking around but not in the coffee shop. Not in the mood to day game while being sore from all the sex the past few days. I take a nap and head out on a non-busy night to the local "college night" club in Kampii.
At the club, I open a set of (8's) and they don't completely blow me off but just aren't interested. I head to the bar and feel like some shots of Jack...a little taste of back home for $20. I open two more girls (not too attractive) and it goes nowhere. Then a young Finnish actor comes up to me while Im working on another set having a cigarette and gives me $hit for 20 minutes. If I wasn't in a foreign place I would have smashed his face into the table. I finally had enough of him berating me and I got in his face and told him if he didn't like me we should just brawl right there. He backed down and I took a look around at the 3/4 empty club and left.
Night 2:
I text the smoking hot blonde that worked on the cruise and she said she couldn't hang out but "maybe tomorrow night." I think YOURE OVER IT, ON TO THE NEXT ONE and I hit up a Couchsurfing event that started 15 minutes earlier. I walk in and see a gorgeous Finnish blonde girl and I could immediately tell she had interest. We chat for 5 minutes and I pull her to a bar 10 minutes away where here friends band is playing. We end up doing a heavy makeout at the second bar and stay for 2 hours. We walk back to my apartment (15 minute walk) and the clothes come off but Im getting resistance each time I fly near my objective. As it turns out, after an hour of this, she tells me she's a virgin and I find out how she's had a really rough upbringing and I feel bad for her and we end up talking awhile and snuggling before we both pass out.
Night 3-4: City is dead, I take it easy and walk around during the day, do some shopping but no pickup. I'll save that for night time.
Night 5:
The hot Finnish girl from the cruise wants to take me to a "party" with her friends but I forget how hot she was and the virgin is also asking me to hang out and it's also a big weekend party night. WHAT DO DO? I end up saying Ill meet up with the cruise girl for a beer but say I can't stay long. She shows up at a bar by my apartment. I kid you not: she looked good on the cruise working, but now she has transformed into a STUNNER. PERFECT 10. She's about 5'10 (my height) and she's wearing all black tights with heels and a black baggy sweater with her blonde hair pulled up in the traditional scandinavian style. HOW THE F$#CK DID I PULL THIS CHICK my brain keeps asking me. We end up heading to a half empty club where her friend is DJing and stay for an hour. I ask if she wants to bail and she comes back to my place for a drink. Before we have our first sip, she's wrapped around me on the counter in a deep makeout. The clothes come off and she sprawls onto my bed fully naked, I'm pretty drunk at this point but can easily remember details when something that hot crawls into me bed. I can't find my condoms and she tells me it's okay, she's on the pill. I went to town on her all night and woke up for my 9AM flight and she walked out with me. She gave me a kiss and I headed to the airport to conclude my trip.
In Hindsight:
I am still in touch with 5 of the girls on WhatsAPP and have two coming to stay with me on their own dime. I have offered to pay for my Finnish beauty's trip because I feel like time with her was priceless, however she never gives me a straight answer but keeps messaging me regardless. I will say that I put on too much pressure for myself during the first week in Stockholm and feel like it would have been an amazing experience had I felt better, had a longer stay and developed a small social circle.
Finland and Estonia were memories that I am lucky to be able to think about every day while Im sitting here back in the US. It's HARD to go back to these social-media ruined American women who all want a man like the douche-bag "bachelor's" on Reality TV after tasting the Scandi fruit abroad. So much, that I am trying to find a way to make my business location independent so I can be there 3-4 months out of the year.
After reading Roosh's site for the past year and quietly lurking to find as much travel information I could, I decided to embark on a trip to Scandinavia after my ex girlfriend dumped me and got pregnant with some hippie spawn. An exotic f#ckfest trip was years overdue. Here's my experience in Sweden, Finland and Estonia. (3 week trip)
Stockholm, Sweden:
I arrived on a Friday night. My intentions were that I could "land, catch a few hours of sleep and go party through Sunday." I couldn't fall asleep on the flight and for the past week prior to my trip, I had worked my balls off on my own business to make sure I didn't have to worry about money and didn't catch much sleep. I got off the plane and took the train and bus to my AirBnb apartment in the "Radmansgartan" part of Stockholm, 10 minutes away from the "Stureplan" area everyone recommends.
I am from LA and see my fair share of gorgeous women on the daily, but in Los Angeles, even as a good looking male and confident male with level 8 game, these pretty girls are mostly untouchable. It's HARD to get a good looking girl in LA to F#CK, unless you are an actor or producer who is known. I was blown away by the amount of good looking women in Stockholm. By no means were these girls largely "Stunners", but compared to Los Angeles, the average woman was much much much prettier. Rather, I should say, there were a lot less UGLY girls. Out of every 100 women, there would be one that would make you say "damn" out loud to yourself about their beauty. A STUNNER. In LA, in the right part of town, you see maybe 4 perfect 10's a day. In Stockholm, I would see a perfect 10 about every 45 minutes. However, with their headphones on during the day, they won't make eye contact with you. It's kind of a hell on earth to see a 10 and not have her even look at your face intentionally.
So it's my first night, I head to soap bar (I found here on the forum) and found myself surrounded with a bunch of 7's, some 8's here and there and the rare 10. I approached about 6 sets during the night and was blown off on about 4 approaches. "ON TO THE NEXT ONE." My confidence is unwaivered, but I think to myself "I thought it would be easy since I was tan, fairly good looking with dark hair + American and English speaking." WRONG. The Swedish men all look like Jaime Lannister and have suits that make me look like a chump in my LA skinny jeans and semi-tailored blazer. Time to rethink my wardrobe and step it up if I want to see some 'tang. I end up making out with a 7, she quickly says "I have to go" after an hour of making out in the club and I walk home in the freezing cold.
Night 2: I sleep all day and then I head to soap bar again at 10PM and quickly eject because the talent isn't where I want it to be. I walk around Stureplan and run up to a pair of 9's and ask where the good place to be is. They BLOW ME OFF (this is becoming too common here) and point to an indoor mall and say "there is good." I go inside and walk to the end of the mall and see two bouncers in front of an escalator. I flash them my ID and at the top of the escalator ride, a man who I can only think may have been Jesus lets me in to a place that must be heaven. 9's, 10's everywhere I look. G0D DAMN, IM IN SWEDEN NOW I think to myself. I spend about an hour opening 7-8's (I was trying to warm up before trying the top shelf, low self esteem that night I guess) and was blown out over and over. WTF?! I DO PRETTY GOOD IN L.A. WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS PLACE? Next, I open a 4 set of 8's and they said "Where you from?" - I told them Los Angeles and their next question was "Who are you here with?" - "By myself." The black haired/blue eyed girl (I learn was from Iceland) said "Your partying with us tonight." PERFECT. I hang with these broads the whole night and we walk straight in to numerous nightclubs. A rookie mistake leaves my Weiner dry again for the night because I had two of them fighting over me and I floated back and forth until the end trying to figure out which one was the "easy" lay and ended up going home by myself because I didn't pick one right off the bat to escalate at the beginning. Whatever, I still have time.
Sunday - Tuesday: The lack of sleep/jetlag and partying gets the best of me and I end up sick and bed-ridden in my apartment for 3 days.
Wednesday: I go out for "little Saturday" and hit up a few different clubs after befriending a local DJ on his night off who can walk us in everywhere. I end up meeting a group of 19-22 year old STUNNERS (Easily all 10's) - very tall, skinny, long straight hair - in leggy in black dresses who have unbelievable symmetrical faces. who give me their numbers and hang out with me because they learn I am a successful professional photographer and want to use me. Like "You can take pictures of us?" SURE. OK. We end up texting all week but never meet up because my main contact is "tired" from partying.
Thursday: SLEEP
Friday: F*CK this place, I haven't gotten laid in the land of so-called "liberated" horney chicks and I feel like a failure. Time to leave WITHOUT my flag. I get on the VIKING LINE and head to ESTONIA.
ESTONIA:
On the cruise I change my tinder location to Estonia. I meet two 8's on Tinder and set up dates for my arrival. On the cruise I meet a SMOKING HOT (9) blonde girl working on the boat from Finland and get her number after I tell her I ill be there in a few days.
Estonia Day 1: I walk around Old Town Tallinn, the coolest city I have ever been to. For the day I forget Im here to get laid. I meet tinder girl #1 at a McDonalds after she won't come to my apartment right off the bat because she thinks my profile is fake. After a "Royal With Cheese" (Reference), we head to my place. We crack a bottle of wine and I try holding her hand. She says "what are you doing? I only hold hands with my boyfriend or dear friend." I was tired of being blown off. I said "Ill hold your hand cause I like you and Im going to makeout with you too." Within 5 minutes, this 20 year old estonian model was bent over the couch asking me if I liked how tight she was. MY CONFIDENCE WAS BACK TO NORMAL the first second I hit some strange. Weird what a drought will do to your head. She left after the second round.
Day 2: I meet Tinder girl 2. She drives me around all day to sightsee and pulls away at the end when I go for a kiss. I think "OK, don't waste my time there" and she says she can't come up to my apartment because she has work early. I go home and whack it.
Day 3: Tinder girl 2 wants to hang out again and says she had so much fun. I blow off the young model from the day before to try to bag this one. She drives me around again and she asks me if I want to see what a normal estonian apartment looks like. We get to her place and again, she puts up verbal resistance but 15 minutes later she's riding me, moaning and squirting all over me. I sleep at her place and she drives me home at 9am. Model / Tinder girl #1 comes over at 1PM and we end up having a bangfest all day long. I have to leave early in the AM for Finland, my job here is done. I like it here.
FINLAND:
I walk around Helsinki the first day and hit up a few coffee shops to catch up with work on the internet. Plenty of talent walking around but not in the coffee shop. Not in the mood to day game while being sore from all the sex the past few days. I take a nap and head out on a non-busy night to the local "college night" club in Kampii.
At the club, I open a set of (8's) and they don't completely blow me off but just aren't interested. I head to the bar and feel like some shots of Jack...a little taste of back home for $20. I open two more girls (not too attractive) and it goes nowhere. Then a young Finnish actor comes up to me while Im working on another set having a cigarette and gives me $hit for 20 minutes. If I wasn't in a foreign place I would have smashed his face into the table. I finally had enough of him berating me and I got in his face and told him if he didn't like me we should just brawl right there. He backed down and I took a look around at the 3/4 empty club and left.
Night 2:
I text the smoking hot blonde that worked on the cruise and she said she couldn't hang out but "maybe tomorrow night." I think YOURE OVER IT, ON TO THE NEXT ONE and I hit up a Couchsurfing event that started 15 minutes earlier. I walk in and see a gorgeous Finnish blonde girl and I could immediately tell she had interest. We chat for 5 minutes and I pull her to a bar 10 minutes away where here friends band is playing. We end up doing a heavy makeout at the second bar and stay for 2 hours. We walk back to my apartment (15 minute walk) and the clothes come off but Im getting resistance each time I fly near my objective. As it turns out, after an hour of this, she tells me she's a virgin and I find out how she's had a really rough upbringing and I feel bad for her and we end up talking awhile and snuggling before we both pass out.
Night 3-4: City is dead, I take it easy and walk around during the day, do some shopping but no pickup. I'll save that for night time.
Night 5:
The hot Finnish girl from the cruise wants to take me to a "party" with her friends but I forget how hot she was and the virgin is also asking me to hang out and it's also a big weekend party night. WHAT DO DO? I end up saying Ill meet up with the cruise girl for a beer but say I can't stay long. She shows up at a bar by my apartment. I kid you not: she looked good on the cruise working, but now she has transformed into a STUNNER. PERFECT 10. She's about 5'10 (my height) and she's wearing all black tights with heels and a black baggy sweater with her blonde hair pulled up in the traditional scandinavian style. HOW THE F$#CK DID I PULL THIS CHICK my brain keeps asking me. We end up heading to a half empty club where her friend is DJing and stay for an hour. I ask if she wants to bail and she comes back to my place for a drink. Before we have our first sip, she's wrapped around me on the counter in a deep makeout. The clothes come off and she sprawls onto my bed fully naked, I'm pretty drunk at this point but can easily remember details when something that hot crawls into me bed. I can't find my condoms and she tells me it's okay, she's on the pill. I went to town on her all night and woke up for my 9AM flight and she walked out with me. She gave me a kiss and I headed to the airport to conclude my trip.
In Hindsight:
I am still in touch with 5 of the girls on WhatsAPP and have two coming to stay with me on their own dime. I have offered to pay for my Finnish beauty's trip because I feel like time with her was priceless, however she never gives me a straight answer but keeps messaging me regardless. I will say that I put on too much pressure for myself during the first week in Stockholm and feel like it would have been an amazing experience had I felt better, had a longer stay and developed a small social circle.
Finland and Estonia were memories that I am lucky to be able to think about every day while Im sitting here back in the US. It's HARD to go back to these social-media ruined American women who all want a man like the douche-bag "bachelor's" on Reality TV after tasting the Scandi fruit abroad. So much, that I am trying to find a way to make my business location independent so I can be there 3-4 months out of the year.
