When I was in Riga I opened a blonde German girl when I was out with my wing. We were on the square where she was gazing at the Freedom Monument. It took me three times to walk past her before I could muster up the courage to open. The set itself was rather short. She was waiting for her friend who had arrived. I took her number and moved her to long game.

She had incredibly blonde hair and blue eyes. Turns out her father is Swedish and her mom is Russian. She was 19 years old¹, slim, pretty face, and a surprisingly large rack for such as slim body.

I kept texting the blonde throughout my travels in Rome, Warsaw, and Berlin. In January, a good German friend of mine invited me, and a potential plus one, backstage to a famous podcast where he worked. One of the shows was in Nuremberg - her home town. I thought this to be a great opportunity for us to meet for the first time since Riga. I really couldn’t lose: best case I get a new notch, worse case I see my good friend again.

I proposed the idea and she happily agreed. It was hard to gauge where I’m at in the seduction: the set had been very short. I invited her out on a coffee date first so that we can at least get to know each other.

Coffee Date

I scouted the Pocket Coffee Bar not far from my Airbnb in Nuremberg’s old town. She came by car and was one minute early². It started off great: she was clearly dolled up, confessed she was excited and hadn’t slept because of it, and was very talkative. I teased her quite a bit and focused on letting her qualify to me. As she came by car, she offered to drive us there, which seemed fine to me.

Meeting my Friend

I generally avoid mixing my pickup life with my personal life. However, showing off a hot young German girl out of nowhere to my friend did stroke my ego quite a bit. Over the last two years I’ve developed somewhat of a reputation of being a successful bachelor. The two got along fine and we were soon joined by another couple, of whom I knew the man from my time in Berlin. The friend who hosted us gave us a tour of the stage and introduced us to the podcast hosts³.

At this point I should point out that everything, from the first greeting to the end of the show, took place in German. I’m fluent at the language because I’ve worked in Germany for years. Nevertheless, I was proud of myself being able to carry myself throughout the evening in this foreign language. That fact alone made the whole trip worth it to me, as I would later realize.

The Restaurant

At 5 PM my friend had to kick us out, and we went for dinner in Nuremberg while he went back to work on stage. I scouted a German restaurant and the blonde drove us along with the other couple there. In the restaurant the topic of how we met naturally came up. I always like when girls explain how they met me. In the age of online dating, meeting someone via a daygame set always captivates the audience. The topic of age also came up - turns out she was 19. To my surprise, it didn’t feel awkward even though the couple were both normies where the feminine, intellectual, and slightly beta guy, coupled up with a vegan feminist way into her thirties, and likely older than him. Yikes. I’d take being in my thirties with a 19 year old girl any day. It made me appreciate how truly lucky I am to having discovered Game.

Throughout the night it was very hard to get one on one time with my blonde. I “accidentally” bumped into her on my way to the toilets as she was returning. I proposed to meet for one more drink in a bar after the show. She happily agreed to that. The only constraint was her mom having to drive to work at 5 AM with her car. No problem - that’s enough time.

After dinner the four of us went for a brief walk through the old town before returning to the arena to watch the show.

The Show and Aftermath

We parked the car in much heavier traffic as ticket holders showed up en masse. We had to walk quite a bit. I wore my white woolen sweater and winter jacket. Blondie only had a white blouse and a thin black leather jacket. She was shivering. I offered up my woolly sweater to her as we were queuing to get inside..

We sat down on our assigned seats with a couple of beers. I was getting slightly tipsy at this point. Blondie didn’t drink anything as she was the designated driver. We watched the show, but it was very hard to create conversation⁴ with the blonde sitting to my right and the couple to my left. I reevaluated my whole strategy at this point: on the one hand it was a massive DHV to be able to take a girl back stage on a date on one of the biggest shows in Germany. On the other hand, the logistics were terrible for creating comfort and seduction: there was simply no time to be alone.

I tried some light kino where I inspected the white pears on her bracelet. She let it happen but didn’t reciprocate. I realize one of my mistakes was being too talkative and excited. I wasn’t simping on her and was always mindful to devote more attention to my friends than to her, lest I come across as needy. However, I felt I hadn’t sufficiently projected an aura of “mature man with interesting lifestyle”. In other words, I didn’t make her chase after the initial coffee date. She was trying hard to impress me on the coffee date, but, due to my natural inclination to perform, I carried a lot of the conversation after that. Perhaps she wondered why an older man was trying to impress her? After the show she got a phone call from her mom, to my dismay, announcing that blondie was to drive home after the show immediately.

I wasn’t too surprised by this: her mom know she was on this podcast show with me. She wouldn’t let me isolate the daughter late at night. Blondie apologized and said that her mom wouldn’t sleep as long as she and the car aren’t returned safely. I understood and walked her back to her car, lending her my woolly sweater one more time.

The goodbye was dry, as I didn’t want to push things too hard. I made a good impression that night and we agreed to meet later in Cologne (where she starts her new job in March). She texted me as she got home, thanking me for the evening.

We exchanged a couple of light text messages since.

Reflections

Since we left the coffee bar, the vibe turned. It didn’t feel on anymore. I suspect it was the terrible logistics. It felt as if I stared lacking attraction. Did she now, after having had a good chance to inspect the goods, decided “nah”? Or maybe we could have pushed things further if we had more one on one time? Did I blew my initial DHV by being too available and talkative to her during the show? I don’t know.

What I’ll do, is in the coming weeks text her sporadically and slowly warm her up for a second meeting in Cologne. I don’t lose anything by trying as long as I lower my expectations.

Overall I’m happy with this creative play: weaving my daygame life with my personal life, my strong German skills, and ability to lead a group of people and work the room.

To be continued…