+1 American in Prague

(Details of this blog have been redacted upon request.)

General Travel Stuff

I met and talked with a guy from the KillYourInnerLoser here in the Czech Republic, who in my opinion has an excellent profile but who is still working on his texting after just starting his journey in earnest this year–he echoed my thinking: my profile looks like a nerdy basic guy (but good photos), not a guy who could and would f*ck the everliving shit out of a girl (in the best of ways) and leave her weak-kneed and in love, as opposed to his profile, which gives that vibe.

I struggle to create the right vibes in person too; that is partly because of my style (I still wear glasses–hard to pack enough daily contacts for the road and haven’t gotten corrective eye surgery yet), and partly because of my frame, confidence level, and social skills. I need to build another thing to excite the cute party girls, because going to bars isn’t yet in my repertoire and won’t be until I move out from my parents in the U.S. As RedQuest reminded me often, the solution is to go talk to more girls,

“Main lesson is a pretty common one… talk to more girls!”

https://theredquest.substack.com/about

… though, building up rapport with deeper-thinking girls is doable enough for me (when I like them) as long as they’re not too deep in believing *everything* the academic world says.

The LR

I’m still not sure how long I’ll keep posting explicit “love reports” and +1’s like this.

Due to the aforementioned post-publish request for detail removal, I think it’s a wakeup call I should keep these stories in a private journal except in the rare cases where a snippet of a story serves useful for an example of something. I want to remember the good experiences and learn from the bad, but I don’t want to make people feel bad about themselves in the process.

We had a good time. We met twice. Some particular aspects about how we communicated together made for an especially good time and interesting conversation. I would be open to seeing her again, but it depends on the future and how things go. I want us both to grow and become better people, which may or may not preclude us meeting again. Have empathy for girls. Not every girl will have empathy back, but some will. Treasure it when you find it.

+1 First Sex in Europe – Hostel & Public Park Firsts – [LR]

You might think you know women, but you don’t. When I was 21 I was like, “I’m such a stud, I’ve banged chicks, I know it all.”

I didn’t know shit.

I still don’t know that much. But from talking to a lot of guys, it’s apparent that I know more than the average guy. Which isn’t very much.

TheRedQuest, providing very quotable and relatable posts for the greater part of a decade

Making occasional posts is a good idea if you want to get laid (more). I had a date after I typed up these posts, and while I expected it to just be a chill hour or two with the girl in question before I came back for my final night in Berlin for a while, it went far better than I expected.

Matched this girl on Hinge, convo went to Telegram, we picked a day, then as it neared she had to postpone a few days. Ok, cool.

Going to force myself to summarize details. Picking where to go was a challenge–she doesn’t like texting and I didn’t know the area well. She was late for the date due to things out of her control. We explored around the bar she picked, which was very jungle-beach vibes for inner city, right next to a river. After some conversation, we came upon a deserted and fairly well-hidden deck/rooftop area where we chatted for some time. I started caressing her shoulders, back, neck, and lightly tugging her hair… I was still unsure how much she liked me at this point and was going slow for my own comfort. Talked a bit about bdsm and her punk outfit. I could have blown it here by going on about how confident I was in my abilities to please her in bed more than I did; she wasn’t interested in that part and doubted (with good reason) that I could get close to giving her the best experience she’s had.

We moved to some chairs in the middle of the small deck, literally impossible for anyone to see unless they came up the same nondescript stairs. I kissed her neck, gauged where she was at, several more minutes of conversation, then at some point we kissed. We turned into each other on the hard plastic but well-curved-for-relaxing-solo chairs and made out.

After some time, a couple people came up and it burst the moment, but we went and explored the rest of the place (I showed and kissed her in a secluded area I’d found while scouting out the inside of the venue while she was delayed, might have surprised her a little in the good kind of way then).

A couple times my patience was tested–she’s very free-spirited, and where her focus goes she goes. But eventually, we headed back to my hostel (I’d seeded the idea of showing her a card game I packed). Restroom for us both, played cards (I offered that we could do a strip or foreplay version if she wanted, but it was probably too complex or intense for her as an idea).

After 2 games, we started making out some more, and because suggesting she lay on the bed didn’t lead her there, I picked her up and transitioned through a couple intermediate steps until we were where I wanted us.

Earlier on the date (on the balcony) I’d started running my hands hesitantly under some of her clothes, and she’d done it a little in turn, and here that continued until I unbuttoned her shirt and started stripping us.

I wish I had my vibrator from home; though when I mentioned it to her and described which one it was she gained a little more respect for me and said so. My arms tired quickly because she liked receiving 3 fingers at high velocity. We were both sweaty at this point when I got the condom.

Small tits, good booty but could be more firm with more exercise (she said herself). Cute face, not a model, and a quirky but nice and alt sense of style. Around some of the more attractive girls I’ve put my d*ck in. Thin. Also pretty active in reciprocating attention and effort in the bedroom. “Polyamorous, queer, and spontaneous” doesn’t mean anything positive or negative per se, other than that in this case she had more experience and open-mindedness than most.

We finished and cuddled naked for a bit of time, but then my dorm-roommates popped in and I asked them for 2 minutes for us to dress, stopping them from seeing her. Chatted in the room for a bit. She also suggested we check out a park later. We moved to the hostel’s cozy chill nook, and she again suggested that we go fuck in a park when I offered to walk her back to her place (this was around 1 am or so, middle of the night for Berlin). Okay, cool.

Finished cuddling, I grabbed extra condoms, she showed me a park she knew which was pretty secluded with a convenient wall.

The angles were weird. My legs got tired quickly by trying to thrust upwards while standing up. She was just an inch or two shorter than me, and because we were in the bushes in the dark, she had to use her hand to direct my meat stick to the proper place. I wasn’t even sure it was in properly when it was, but her face made it easier to tell–almost like it hurt, but obvious signs of enjoying it and breathing hard, telling me to go harder. Fastest I can recall coming a second time on a date–we went anywhere from 3 to 12 minutes before I released. She was the type who orgasms only after a lot of effort, so we never got her super close. Also the first time I’ve fucked with my pants (mostly) on and underwear up.

I thought it was cute she used words like “rock up” and “shagging” unironically. I’m definitely in Europe. She was quite a world traveler too, her parents moving around every few years.

Then we had a cute date the next day, where she showed me parts of the city I’d never taken the time to check out. I got to sleep around 4:30 am and woke to go meet her at 9 am, so it was a long couple days, but definitely worth it. We’ve made plans for her to visit me in Prague.

Some upshots, because I feel guilty not analyzing how I could improve in my previous couple posts:

One thing I can improve on is that on our date she mentioned that she thought it was creepy how I brought up the idea of back massages in our Hinge convo. I did it because I was in a bit of a hurry to make things happen if they were going to happen in Berlin, but it was pretty uncalibrated apparently.

I’ve heard from a lot of girls I’ve asked that they swiped on me because I was “cute”, or rarely, “hot”, but never because of something I had in my profile. In this case I actually reminded the girl of an ex of her friend’s, rather than being swiped on for my merits. I need to update my pictures and style further, as well as using interesting props or bdsm-related pictures as I transition further into the sex club world… but there is still some time before I get to that point, because first thing after this trip is to focus on money for a couple years.

And on a typical date of spending time hanging around a city (MLTR stuff as Holden and Caleb Jones would refer to it), I have a lot of room for improvement to show better leadership and be more enjoyable as a partner of exploration, not getting so hung up on some of the details and not asking for my date to do so much of the “where do we go now” decisions. Though this girl in question stepped up to those situations quite well, now that I think of it.

First Sex Club Experience – NightRoller Tells All Exposé

Joke title aside, this was fun. Split this off from my previous post because it got too long.

First Sex Club

This was the most interesting experience. I got to go to the kink/BDSM-themed sex club KitKatClub in Berlin on a Monday, one of the days it’s least restrictive. I left to go just after midnight, after the previous experience with that girl. It took an hour to get in, I was stuck behind a group of rowdy 18-19 y/o boys who worried me about my chances if I was seen as part of their group. I stood in front of a triad of a couple and additional female friend, the girls of which were all dressed slutty, and chatted with them on the way in–they were through and through the kind of people I was sure fit the “nightclub” vibe, loving drink, drugs, and dance, and I worried they’d see me as an outsider–but I stayed cool and relaxed and occasionally mentioning DHVs in conversation, and they accepted me as a chill dude, not a nuisance. (I CAN belong to this scene, if I choose to as part of my identity, as Clarky Khat learned too.) Part of my indifference or “outcome independence” was likely due to the recency of my sweaty experience an hour or so prior.

Dress: Black band tee, grey jeans, black/white street shoes, bold red tie, and a silly pair of pink fluffy handcuffs(found in the BDSM starter kit recommended here by KYIL Andy) hanging from my beltloop. Perfect. They let me into the club, had me take off the shirt and replace the tie with a more subtle bandanna around my neck. Oh, and glasses–that bit becomes important later. The boisterous group of 8 or so boys in front of me didn’t get in, but they didn’t seem like they’d fit the vibe either (too drunk, too needy/nervous about being let in–I was about 50/50 on my chances too, but kept relaxed, grounded, and non-needy about whether I’d be allowed entry or not. When I can keep this mindset w.r.t. girls, it always goes better, but it seems to work for getting into clubs too).

Cool place, no pictures because they make everyone leave their phones at the front desk when they check your bags in and hold them safe for you. Bench-bed hybrids lined the walls.

I was nervous walking around for the first half hour or so, feeling insecure about my slight belly (I can relate to the motivation to be fit in this community that RedQuest mentions in a different post than the one I linked) plus all the guys being shirtless and some of the girls’ tits hanging out, but soon I got over myself and allowed myself to look around and make eye contact. I scouted the layout, as much as I could, which amounted to a first floor with a quiet area and a small balcony 2nd floor area (the other floors were closed for more popular or kinky nights). A few kinky harnesses or straps were around, but none were in use. People came to dance and check out the sex club they’d heard so much about.

There were, of course, a few couples having sex, but most people were dancing or chatting. And reading parts of TheRedQuest’s blog helped prepare me for the others-having-sex bit. I wish I had more to say here, but it felt pretty normal after the 2nd or so time of seeing it.

I ran into a cool Australian veteran of nightgame who claimed tens of thousands of approaches and about a thousand nights of going out to the nightlife. He looked like he was 20s at first glance, but was actually in his 30s. I remember at some point or another (either in line to get in or within the first half hour I arrived) I mentioned to him that if he needed a wing, to let me know. I figured at that time he was an average Joe. Surprise–he was trained on RSD material, and gave me several pointers, most of which I’d heard dozens of times from watching too much YouTube pickup stuff without actually doing enough sets to apply it.

He pointed out that I bore the girls I approach in this setting (a claim I made and then more or less showed a few times by trying to talk to some girls) because I 1. tend to talk too logically (I do), 2. wear glasses and should take them off (and hold them in my hand at least) because they turn away most girls in the scene, 3. I don’t come in with enough energy (I was too worried about interrupting conversations, but should have gone in strong, interrupted, and been more interesting than whatever they were doing).

I asked if he did coaching or anything, but he said he’s only doing support for friends in person. Makes sense. Cool dude. We exchanged contacts. I planned to meet him again Wednesday, but found out it costs too much for my current travel budget to allow to get an outfit fetish-y enough to get in on a Wednesday/Saturday in KitKat (the two biggest days of the week for the club) and chose to cancel instead of stretching my budget thin. I want to meet him again sometime if I can get more money saved up or move to Berlin.

TheRedQuest’s large library of content around sex clubs contributed the lion’s share to my comfortability in this otherwise strange setting. Nightclubs aren’t my forte yet. Sex clubs are an interesting step up. Now, when I build myself a main base back in the U.S. (or decide to move to another country for an extended stay) I know I’ll want to participate in this kind of culture and become familiar and welcoming within it–maybe organize my own sex parties someday. The knowledge and skills are not something I have inherent, but I know I can learn them with enough patience and persistence.

July ’23 – First Hostel Encounter

Lots of firsts here! And here.

But first, update on the boring sex stuff:

+3 notches since last post. All 3 were on the bigger side, with deceptive photos, making it past my “would I find her enjoyable to kiss for an extended length of time” and “does she have a clear body picture” and “does she not overuse photo filters” mental swipe filters. Also had a short hiking date with a cute girl I’d be into with a gorgeous ass and flat chest, which made it quite fun to give her a quite long back and booty massage (I can just massage for ages, without really thinking about it… it’s my one talent/superpower). We planned to hang out later that day but life stuff came up, and I had my flight booked for a few days after. And perhaps of note, the friend of recent enjoyed a visit from me and also paid me a 3-day weekend visit (that was a fun sex-a-thon–also ironic that my parents keep telling me I should date this friend, when we both know our personalities don’t mesh. She’s static-minded and depressive, while I’m usually improvement-minded and aim for logical). I liked that she made it possible for my post-college time to not solely consist of “fat chicks” (albeit nice ones, as I filter and take the lead in being open).

Speaking of flights, I made my first trip to Europe. Checked out the red light district by daylight and then took a train to hit a city famous for its parties and nightclubs, in the country of cheap and good beer. Could go more into detail, living in hostels and trying to break out of my shell (it was a shock to touch down in a big city after living with family in the country and seeing few people for some time), and how I got unlucky with my first hostel and ended up facing bedbugs–but with a long trip planned I’m not going to let it ruin the travel plan (google and staying calm are your best friends when plans go awry).

Dating apps in Europe have been terrible. Whereas I’d get a few passive matches a week on Tinder with just a few swipes in my area at home, my profile in the first two cities I’ve traveled got no matches for some time despite having Tinder Platinum, and 2 of the 4 double-boosts I’ve done in my current city amounted to null.

This tells me the competition is fierce in these cities and/or the girls aren’t swiping, but also that I need to update my pictures (all of mine are from before I got tattoos, and were from almost a year ago now).

The lack of online dating viability reminds me of a quote…

“If you’re doing Euro hostels, be ready to open chicks….”

“Daygame!”

“Main lesson is a pretty common one… talk to more girls!”

“This [bad date experience from Swipe Dating] is the argument for daygame”

TheRedQuest, in a hidden thread, reminding me (and now you, the reader) that you shouldn’t rely on Swipe Dating alone

Now, the good stuff:

First Hostel Experience

I’ve been in this second hostel for longer than a week, but it took only 4-5 days to start getting on friendly terms with some of the staff. According to the hostel guide written by Radical (a close friend of KYIL Andy’s), it’s good to get to know the hostel staff, as it can contribute to more social connection, social support, and social game lays 🙂

So despite being fairly occupied with trying to get accustomed to the traveling life, plus going to the occasional party, reading slowly through the “How To Make Friends And Influence People” book recommended to me by my game friend from university (and by many others), and trying to work on making an online business at the same time (an idea TheRedQuest and my parents are both fairly skeptical of, but which I do want to give a try to add more flexibility/freedom to my future job prospects), and having no consistent schedule whatsoever, I did end up making enough warm opens in the hostel to make a couple friends and even romance a traveling lady into my hostel bed.

Here’s how it happened (prepare for the stream-of-consciousness run-on sentences):

It was something like 10:30 pm on a Monday evening, I was sitting on a couch in the lobby (the awkward not-really-natural-meeting-place because this hostel was less about socializing and more just a place to stay, not great for hostel game ironically), waiting for an acquaintance of an acquaintance, who was supposed to meet me to go meet her friend group to go out to a sex club (see this post), but was acting quite flakey and hadn’t responded in a couple hours. Bored of waiting for her, I noticed a blonde girl with glasses on a couch about 20 or 30 feet away down the wide corridor of the lobby. It seemed she’d looked my way a time or two, and given the chance of having been deserted I decided to continue practicing my social skills and hostel game skills. Why not?

Sat down on the couch on an adjacent side of the 3/4 square, struck up a conversation probably starting with “Where are you traveling from?”, noticed she seemed to have good eye contact and was receptive to the conversation. Slipped in a few phrases about her wanting a handsome guy to talk with her or to seduce a handsome guy. She never denied any of them, and one or two acknowledged in a small positive verbal way. German girl with pretty accent and pretty face and a book reader, in town for a couple days for a concert. I seeded her getting a back massage or us playing cards or something.

She was sipping tea and wanted to get a hot chocolate before she went up for the night to retire. Annoying, because if we wanted to do anything it’d be better to move it sooner before she got more tired, and she took what felt like a whole hour to finish her tea and then slowly drink the cocoa she subsequently ordered. She enjoyed talking, which slowed her down more–and while keeping the conversation natural, I had a (looking back, this was funny) bit of impatience to try and see if she actually would be up to even kiss or something, and thus tried to insert cold reads and lengthen my questions and thoughts to give her time to drink her beverage. We also mentioned a few things about bdsm, I had an easy way to slip it in by asking what her favorite book was and interrupting her, “it better not be 50 shades of grey” or somesuch. We found out that I’m a dominant leaning switch and she’s a submissive leaning switch, and I talked about how (I imagine) it’s most thrilling when two switches come together.

We checked her room, it was empty but sounded like she worried about her roommates coming in randomly (I personally wouldn’t care if someone did, maybe that’s another part of why my sex club experience went so smoothly), we went to my room, empty, with the knowledge that the group of boys there would probably take at least a few hours to get back from the bars now that they were gone.

She talked about how while she was big at talking about things, she was actually quite shy when it came to bedroom stuff (I call bullshit looking back–I think she just didn’t want to me to judge her for being so kinky or wanting to move things slow. I should have voiced that empathy more explicitly and helped her to relax). So I started with her on the bed face down, she suggested we take off her shirt and then after a couple minutes her bra, which we did both, and gave her a solid back massage while we chatted. At some point I took my shirt off too, and lay next to her on my side. She was still wary of showing her chest, choosing to hide it with an arm or by hugging me close as we kissed, and she loved neck, ear and chest kisses. We made out, it was gorgeous, she mentioned she wasn’t sure what she wanted to do exactly but that she didn’t want to go all the way with sex, I said that’s fine, but I don’t like setting arbitrary limits and going with the flow based on what we’re feeling. We kissed some more, I saw, licked, teased, and tasted her gorgeous large breasts (perfect size for me! Small nipples and areola, not super perky but not floppy, exactly what I imagined I’d like most in real life–and apparently do, quite), and I played with her hair and “did the knee thing” with one of my legs between hers.

At some point she was on top, and took a very dominant role. She mentioned surprised at how easily I moaned or murmured that I was enjoying something. She goaded me for how she could, relatively easily with a surprise “trick”* that I hadn’t experienced or experimented before, render me quite in a submissive headspace, difficult to turn the tables and be the Dom again in.

I enjoyed how active and vivacious she was, in fact perhaps beating my historical favorite in that regard, the Seductress Girl, because of how she verbalized the domination too. (That’s a skill I need to practice! She probably enjoyed that and gave it to me because it’s what she likes, and I know other girls also enjoy it, like the friend!) Of course, it wasn’t too hard to turn the tables and make her melt in turn–a knee, some hair pulling, a bit of booty squeezing, and the “trick”* she used on me.

But she said she was tired, flopped down next to me on her side, tried to jerk me off a little with her hand, got tired, and said if I wanted to get off before she left I should do it now, or she’d call it a night. So I masturbated in front of her (reminded me of something the friend and I did a few weeks ago), and as I was getting close she even positioned herself on top of me so her georgeous tits hung down. I wish I’d had contacts in for this, couldn’t see fully with my glasses–I plan to fix this eventually for SMV and convenience reasons. I kept myself from masturbating ever since a few days before I left on my plane, and hadn’t gotten off until this point, so I was quite ready for an experience like this.

We talked about how I’d give her an even moreawesome experience the next night because she had a bit of free time, as this time she hadn’t even let me finger her inside of her pants–her jean shorts stayed on the whole time, along with her panties. Not for lack of trying, mind you–but I wasn’t going to try to push things too needily either. We also talked a bit about what we liked most, and I can’t remember what it was she said or I said, but that’s a habit I want to practice–getting and giving feedback on the sex we just had instead of going about life without talking about it.

Then she gave me her number, I entered it in as a contact and added it to Whatsapp, and she went to her room for the night.

This isn’t a perfect retelling, it’s been almost a week since it happened due to the unstoppable duo of life and procratination. I likely forgot or missed some details, and some I opmitted because I’m not sure how to tell them. But now I’ve had my first hostel experience, if not my first hostel lay (for the arbitrary rules I’m using to keep track of “laycount”, a technical lay like this doesn’t contribute, though it is a very fun experience. I don’t put much stock in lay count anymore, but for consistency’s sake I want to be accurate and specific).

Unfortunately, she didn’t respond (or even view) any of the messages I sent via whatsapp, that night or after. I have a slight suspicion with very little concrete basis that she went back to her room, decided she didn’t like me at all after all, and then instead of telling me directly decided to ghost and/or block. But it’s possible she gave me a wrong number accidentally or incidentally.

Either way, I was looking forward to hearing from her, but heard from a staff member of the hostel I’m buds with that he saw her come in with another guy that following day’s evening. I’d had my suspicions of it not being the right number, and wished that I was that guy after all, but this kind of thing happens. If she didn’t like me after all, it would explain why she adamantly kept her pants on and had me jerk myself off, but I can’t “know that is true” because I’m not omniscient–it could be that case also that she thought I ghosted because I never texted (if it was a wrong number, unintentionally).

Who knows? “Chicks are random.” I was pretty skeptical of if Hostel Game could work for me or not, and this assuaged my doubts. It can happen even in “bad” hostels for hostel game. Now I’m disappointed that it didn’t turn out quite as I hoped, but I know I can make it happen again. Now if you excuse me, I’m going to go talk to more girls.

Also of note, I had my first sex club experience after that breastlicious makeout session.

*The “trick” – In this case, a very firm thumb along the jawline (or perhaps under the chin), with the other fingers on the face/cheek, forcing (not painfully but again, firmly) the partner’s head back/up. Think like this picture but instead of doing it to yourself, you’re doing it to your partner.