Learning to Set Boundaries
Or how not to get laid in Warsaw: a warning to my future self to not be a moron. Wednesday 14 August was the last night of my first Polish Euro jaunt. I had one lay but, alas, no Polish flag. My last chance would be tonight: a date at 11 pm with a tanned Polish girl, after she would return from the cinema. My two daygame mates had left, so I was sitting outside a bar on Nowy street by myself. By now it was 11:50 pm with no trace of her. My phone buzzed: “I’m a bit tired. Maybe you plan to visit another time?”. It wasn’t completely unexpected, but it still phased me because it’s the first time a girl cancelled a date with me on the say day - especially on such short notice. ...