After failing to beat the LMR with the Turkish girl I went out to get some chicken nuggets from the McDonalds in the old town. Having bought my food and walking back home, I got approached by two Latvian women. They were well over 30. One was reasonably OK-looking but still ugly. The other one was a complete mess: fat, trashy clothing, tattoos, messed up teeth.

They invited me to go for a drink. I was immediately suspicious, well aware of bars in Riga hiring girls to pull chodes off the street into the bar and extract money from them for drinks. I was curious, so I went along for the ride to see where it goes. The potential for a grotty threesome briefly crossed my mind, but the pair was so hideous that I binned that idea almost immediately. The plus side was that I felt no pressure at all, given that I had at least a three point value gap in my advantage. As far as I was concerned, I was doing them a favor - even though they were convinced I was the lucky one.

We sat down at that trashy Slavic disco on the old square. The girls were flirty from the get-go, probing me about my relationship status and complaining about Latvian men. So far so good. The waiter came out and the slags ordered champaign, while I got a beer. The total bill would have been 6 Euro for my beer and 2x35 Euro for their glass of champagne. I asked them if they worked for this bar, and they insisted they were not.

“I’m paying for my beer only”, I said. There was an awkward silence. The waiter had no choice but to charge me 6 Euro. He took the champagne back with him as the girls wouldn’t pay. The fat one ordered a shot of Grey Goose vodka with a slice of orange at her expense. Not soon after, they tried to tool me for champagne again but I wouldn’t budge. Not much later, the slimmer one got up, shook my hand goodbye and dragged her friend away.

There’s a positive learning here:

Provided they were better looking, I may have fallen for this scam(?). They were dangling the hint of a threesome like a carrot in front of me. I was satisfied with myself that, after nearly three years of daygame, I was able to see through it like glass and not feel the slightest inclination to pay up. I think this is partly because my experience with women allowed me to understand their intentions better, and partly because the feeling of abundance that daygame offers me: I can always get more action, so there’s no point to bet on long shots.

I bade them farewell and went on my way, peacefully and pleased with myself.