“That’s the dumbest question someone ever asked me”, she said coldly, putting her book down and giving me a stern look. I left her reading on the park bench in Kalemegdan and staggered back to my wing, tail between my legs. “Fuck me. A great start of another Belgrade daygame session”, I thought. Even though the session started badly, a few good sets1 soon lifted my spirits. My vibe culminated when a Serbian grandpa came up to me to shake my hand and congratulate me on opening a Serbian girl right in front of his nose. “Bravo!” he said.
Instant date
I was wrapping up a long session around 8 p.m. on Friday deciding to treat myself to a cold beer in Kafe Bar Blaznavac. As I was walking there I crossed the street of my Airbnb. In the opposite direction, a tall (dyed) blonde girl wearing a skin tight red dress was waiting to cross. I distinctly remember her cat-like glasses through which she was giving me a blatant IOI. Even though I already called it a day, an unstoppable force overcame me, and before I realized I’d turned back and holler-stopped her. It was by far the most natural approach I’d done the entire week. Her eyes lit up, even though she had to look down on me because of her height. Immediate hook point. We vibed a bit on her glasses and dressed up style.
She was so enthralled by me and my vibe and wanted to be pulled into my adventure. I stated that I was going for a beer and she, quite explicitly, suggested that she could join. Who am I to disagree. Soon after we were sitting in a bar where she was eating out of my hand: hopes & dreams, verbal and physical escalation ladder, the questions game… It was a textbook date.
Terrace bounce
By the first hour I already knew she was single, loved languages, preferred foreigners, and her last kiss/lay was in September. She ticked every box of a yes-girl. Even though we hadn’t kissed yet, I decided to skip the second venue as I felt I had enough attraction and comfort. “Let’s go for a walk”, I said. “Okay”.
As I walked her back to the crossroads where we met, I casually suggested opening a bottle of wine I had in my fridge2. During the date I was smart enough to mention my apartment (Airbnb) had a big rooftop terrace and show her some photos of me drinking coffee there. “You’re not going to kill me right?” she said half-jokingly. I can’t quite remember what I answered to that but it must have worked because moments later she was sitting on my terrace as I was pulling the wine from the fridge.
Throughout the night I was texting with my wing, who was on a date himself. We briefed each other on our progress. After finishing half the bottle I went in for the kiss. There was a slight surprise but no resistance from her side whatsoever. She climbed on top of me and started grinding me hard, moaning softly. I got her to rub my dick through my pants and soon moved her hand inside. “No, let’s save something for next time…” she said.
No biggie. I’ve been here before. I rolled off and started doing more comfort talk. After about 15 minutes I bounced her inside under the pretense that it was getting cold outside. By now it was almost midnight. She agreed but said “we are not going to have sex tonight”. “Sure.” Lying on the bed we quickly started making out again. She climbed on top of me again and continued her grinding. I tried removing her clothes but got the same objection. At this point I figured it would be smarter to stop and call it a night, lest I risk triggering buyer’s remorse. I assured her that it’s okay, and I’d be happy to meet her next time, and walked her to her Uber.
D2
After a few days of pinging, I asked Blondie out on a second date on Tuesday. She rejected the invitation saying that she’s feeling a bit ill3. I wasn’t too phased because I felt the hook was strong. And indeed: on Tuesday she already invited me on a date on Friday - jokingly adding “if you have not already planned a date with a pretty Serbian girl”. Resisting the urge to over-game the set and added a clever response, I simply agreed to her proposed offer and proposed to meet outside of my flat on Friday.
Meeting her, I walked her to Lady Scarlet cocktail bar. The bar wasn’t as great as I thought because the owner assigned us a seat at the bar. Nevertheless, I artfully ran my date game on her and soon had her eating out of my hand again. “What’s the tastiest thing you tried in Serbia so far?” she inquired. I pulled her in toward me and gave her a proper kiss. She was ready for extraction.
“Let’s go for a walk”, I said again. She happily agreed. I wasn’t feeling the alcohol at all because the cocktail we had felt very weak. Was she really ready to be fucked? Walking past my flat I couldn’t quite pull the trigger. “Do you know Jazz Cafe?” I asked. She agreed to follow me there for another drink. Walking away from my flat felt bad, though. “You know what”, I asked, “I remember you saying that you want to try a Moka coffee someday. Guess what, I have a Bialetti at my place”. I took her by her hand, and soon we were sitting in my living room playing music.
After two glasses of wine, I bounced her upon the bed and secured my first Serbian notch. I really enjoyed her tall, slender physique. Knowing beforehand how brutal the daygame here would be, my success criterion for Belgrade was simply getting a nice local girl out on a date and kiss her. Belgrade had delivered.