I was relaxing in the RUNO terrace on Nowy street after a long daygame session in the company of some local daygamers. Sipping on my second beer, I saw a slim Asian girl stroll by. Her slow walk and revealing black top made her look particularly setty. Even though I had officially called it a day, my gut feeling told me I should open her. Unfortunately, my lethargy got the better of me and I let her go by. “I really should have opened her” I confessed to my mates.
A couple of minutes later, she walked past a second time. I felt the Daygame Gods would not forgive me this time, and with some encouragement from the lads, I abandoned my beer and chased her down Chmielna.
“Excuse me, I should saw you walk by me a second time, and wanted to say that your particular dress caught my eye”. She giggled. This set looked good. Turns out she was from Kazakhstan so we switched to Russian where we vibed on our experience in Warsaw. When she asked what I was doing here, I pointed to my mates sitting on the corner terrace. She said they looked like a fun bunch and I had the idea to merge her into the group. As we sat down, the group welcomed her and the house instantly shoved a free beer into her hands. Needless to say, this gave her a massively positive impression of me. She was very social, engaging the entire group in conversation. The guys made a couple of good DHV’s on my behalf and soon strategically “disappeared” so that it was just us two left.
I placed myself next to her and started running rapport and some light kino. She was genuinely fun to be with. “I would like to go clubbing tonight. I’m up for a party” she said. This seemed a terrible idea to me, so I proposed to go for a drink first. As we got up and walked along Chmielna, I engaged her in conversation while trying to navigate this unfamiliar city on Google Maps. I found a bar in a parallel street and decided to bounce her there. On the way there, she rebuffed my first kiss attempt. She took it well, giggling that she’s not a girl that likes to kiss in public. Fair enough - at least the tone was set.
As we enter, we were blasted with the screams of a transgender woman singing on the top of her lungs, in what apparently was a gay bar - damn. “Err, let’s go to another place nearby” I said, while whipping out my phone and frantically looking for a proper bar nearby. I located a lounge bar called Loretta right at the end of the street. It was a sky bar on the top of a hotel. It immediately felt right as we walked in: slightly posh, tastefully decorated with a dark seductive vibe to it.
After leaving the elevator, we were greeted by the staff and were sat at a nice table on the outside terrace. The view was absolutely stunning: the Palace of Culture and Science illuminated the sky with it’s purple lighting. I felt I had sufficient attraction, so focused on building comfort with deep rapport. We talked about her troublesome relationship with her mother, her worries about her sister’s future in Kazakhstan, and her warm memories of being raised by her father and grandfather. At some point, she even shed some tears, expressing deep concern for her mother’s influence on her sister. By the end of the hour, I felt we had a deep connection, and that she was ready for extraction. At this point, I felt a slight concern that I’m seducing a girl that was really looking for something serious. As it later turns out, this fear was completely unfounded.
I decided to pull the trigger and proposed her to have some wine at my place (I always start my Euro jaunt with buying a bottle of white wine at the supermarket, hoping that I would get to open it this trip.) She happily agreed, and at that point I knew we would have sex that night. All boxes were ticked, and the pressure was completely off: we just enjoyed each others company with some light banter while walking to my place along Marszałkowska street.
Soon after, we were making out on my bed. My first lay in Warsaw came with no LMR whatsoever. She spent the night and all my previous daygame worries dissolved into nothingness and she fell asleep on my chest by 3 am.
The next morning we went for breakfast at a nearby coffee shop before returning to my place for more sex. She had an insatiable lust. At some point, she asked me whether I was a “fuckboy”. I don’t like this term, party because I’m not clear what girls mean by this, but felt it’s be honest to agree I am. She said that she knew this from the very moment I approached her. My former blue pill conditioning made me worry that she wouldn’t like that. However, to my surprise, she said “it’s so refreshing to meet a guy who’s just being honest about his intention without being weird about sex and relationship”. She wasn’t looking for one.
She returned to my place later in the afternoon to return a shirt she borrowed from me against the cold. After more sex, I walked her to the center. Coming out of the apartment, we crossed the courtyard and walked past the Virgin Mary giving us a disapproving look. It made her uncomfortable because we “sinned so many times”, so she crossed herself to absolve her sins. “Aren’t the Kazakh Muslim?” I asked. “No, I have my own personal religion.”
Reaching the center metro station, we bade each other goodbye as I went to meet the lads for some Indian dinner. First round was on me.
This experience reinforced my upcoming belief that women sometimes just want sex with a guy they feel comfortable with.