My date today with a pretty 27 year old blonde Belorussian was a stark contrast to my previous blog post. I found a girl that was really into me1. She was keen on the text and came out on the date with no resistance. One problem: she was leaving Rome on the day of our date at 3 p.m. That’s an unfortunate pattern in Rome: it’s an expensive city where tourists don’t usually stay longer than one week. ...
After a productive daygame session with my wing, I could not sleep. We partied late into the night yesterday and I was filling tired. Still, I decided to go for one more walk around Trastevere to get my 10th set of the day - double digits. After about 30 minutes I bump into a group of dusky girls. Probably Lebanese I thought. One of them looked really nice: penetrating dark eyes, wavy hair - just my type. I wasn’t opening a 5-set so I let it slide. Just as I was about to turn into a street I see her separating from her group: she was now alone. ...
I was spending the last evening with my Russian lay. After dinner and drinks she insisted on dropping me off at the airport. We had great sexual chemistry throughout the entire week where I managed to bring her to orgasm every time, sometimes multiple times. She 8really liked me. She was always mindful of herself and PDA’s. But there on the bus, she could barely contain herself. She was biting and licking my ear, reaching for French kisses, and rubbing my leg. It was quite indecent, but I was leaving - so fuck it, I thought. I was enjoying it. ...
I was on a D2 with a local 24 year old Russian girl I met two days earlier. On D1 she invited me to this comedy show1. After the show we went to Rock Cafe Riga. The girl clearly liked me and was touchy all evening, so it didn’t take us long to kiss. After a few make-out sessions and roll-offs in the club, I pulled the trigger and bounced her home. Done deal… ...
Today started rough. My state had crashed after two weeks alone in Stockholm. I started doubting everything: This digital nomad thing isn’t working. I’m hurting my career. I can only daygame in a city I actually live in. The mind plays tricks on you. I forgot about the last two week’s successes: opening 44 sets, collecting 7 phone numbers, going on 2 dates and 1 instant date. Not outlandish results, but something I’m proud of considering I’m trying to create something from nothing - all alone in a country I’ve never been. And work is going just fine: my client doesn’t give two shits about where I’m located. ...