Hangover from Sex .
I am writing this sat at Valencia airport . Looking back at the past 45 days my trip started with an insane thirst for poosay and notch count .
2 weeks into my trip I was just about done scouting all the different venues , detecting the vibe and adjusting my game accordingly . By this time I was incredibly frustrated at the lack of action but i'd just about cracked the code (look Valencia Datasheet by Napoleon ) .
On the 16th day I got a shag with a Italian/Romanian bird in the Toilet of a afterparty nightclub (Mogambo Club ) . This followed by a month full of debauchery where I was getting laid everyday sometimes twice .
I picked up a Turkish girl on the Town square who asked me on our second date "Will you be my boyfriend till August 15th?" . She was insanely hot and I agreed in a half joking flirting way . She's been incredibly nice to me ever since , cooked for me , devoted herself to my cause , worked around my schedule and took taxi to come over to my apartment at midnight just for shags . In return she just wanted us to hang at the beach one time which due to my work schedule and other birds I was seeing I couldn't find time for . Our last meeting was incredibly hard and while I felt something deeper for her I think she felt it more and I was safe deep inside in my knowledge that it was a fleeting feeling for me which will pass the moment I am on to another crazy location gaming the next exotic hottie .
I met a spanish girl from tinder who is full of piercings but no tattoos . Incredibly adventurous in bed to the point she'd toss my salad while giving me a handjob (without asking) . She also showed me around the neighbourhood , took me to cheap cool local bars where 4 pints of beer costs 5 euros and 1 euro Tapas . We ate good , had fun , did festivals together and spent a lot of time on my massive balcony drinking cocktails doing joints . She is well travelled having lived in Japan 1 yr and Austria 1 yr and she wants to visit me in other locations which would be lovely other than the fact that I would probably be too busy "living in the moment" to ask her to join me . Also she is under the impression that I am still in Valencia as I didn't have the face to admit I lied to her about the duration of my stay on tinder to game easier . The last day before leaving she was telling me about her plans to take me to some deserted beaches in her car and cook me food and I was a lot tempted about coming clean but just didn't want to spoil the moment .
There were a good few tourists I hooked up with and a nymphomaniac Danish milf who live in a nearby town (benidorm) . My cock was working overtime and it has been an intense month .
Looking back I don't think I am happy or content . I am 27 and most of my friends who used to be the "dudes" are married or settled with their girlfriends with jobs and mortgages . I don't even share my stories with them as it would make them feel even less adequate . I am living their dream life but am I living my own ?
If there is no one to high five with maybe the fun of notch count doesn't exist anymore . This forum obviously helps bring perspective however is gaming just a young mans thing ? How long can you be proud of gaming success or be content ? I understand for some late bloomers the feeling of conquering poosay might be very fresh and exciting and but if you have had over 5-10 years of constant success with the ladies does the hunger remain the same ?
Even if I bang a Kate Upton or Cara Delevigne it will just be a story that I tell myself that will just be a fading memory in my mind . I tried to make more meaningful interactions during this trip by hanging out with the Turkish and the Spanish and enjoy moments on a deeper level but that just brings melancholy and nostalgia upon leaving that I could do without .
I am writing this sat at Valencia airport . Looking back at the past 45 days my trip started with an insane thirst for poosay and notch count .
2 weeks into my trip I was just about done scouting all the different venues , detecting the vibe and adjusting my game accordingly . By this time I was incredibly frustrated at the lack of action but i'd just about cracked the code (look Valencia Datasheet by Napoleon ) .
On the 16th day I got a shag with a Italian/Romanian bird in the Toilet of a afterparty nightclub (Mogambo Club ) . This followed by a month full of debauchery where I was getting laid everyday sometimes twice .
I picked up a Turkish girl on the Town square who asked me on our second date "Will you be my boyfriend till August 15th?" . She was insanely hot and I agreed in a half joking flirting way . She's been incredibly nice to me ever since , cooked for me , devoted herself to my cause , worked around my schedule and took taxi to come over to my apartment at midnight just for shags . In return she just wanted us to hang at the beach one time which due to my work schedule and other birds I was seeing I couldn't find time for . Our last meeting was incredibly hard and while I felt something deeper for her I think she felt it more and I was safe deep inside in my knowledge that it was a fleeting feeling for me which will pass the moment I am on to another crazy location gaming the next exotic hottie .
I met a spanish girl from tinder who is full of piercings but no tattoos . Incredibly adventurous in bed to the point she'd toss my salad while giving me a handjob (without asking) . She also showed me around the neighbourhood , took me to cheap cool local bars where 4 pints of beer costs 5 euros and 1 euro Tapas . We ate good , had fun , did festivals together and spent a lot of time on my massive balcony drinking cocktails doing joints . She is well travelled having lived in Japan 1 yr and Austria 1 yr and she wants to visit me in other locations which would be lovely other than the fact that I would probably be too busy "living in the moment" to ask her to join me . Also she is under the impression that I am still in Valencia as I didn't have the face to admit I lied to her about the duration of my stay on tinder to game easier . The last day before leaving she was telling me about her plans to take me to some deserted beaches in her car and cook me food and I was a lot tempted about coming clean but just didn't want to spoil the moment .
There were a good few tourists I hooked up with and a nymphomaniac Danish milf who live in a nearby town (benidorm) . My cock was working overtime and it has been an intense month .
Looking back I don't think I am happy or content . I am 27 and most of my friends who used to be the "dudes" are married or settled with their girlfriends with jobs and mortgages . I don't even share my stories with them as it would make them feel even less adequate . I am living their dream life but am I living my own ?
If there is no one to high five with maybe the fun of notch count doesn't exist anymore . This forum obviously helps bring perspective however is gaming just a young mans thing ? How long can you be proud of gaming success or be content ? I understand for some late bloomers the feeling of conquering poosay might be very fresh and exciting and but if you have had over 5-10 years of constant success with the ladies does the hunger remain the same ?
Even if I bang a Kate Upton or Cara Delevigne it will just be a story that I tell myself that will just be a fading memory in my mind . I tried to make more meaningful interactions during this trip by hanging out with the Turkish and the Spanish and enjoy moments on a deeper level but that just brings melancholy and nostalgia upon leaving that I could do without .