Post-Prague (and the “surprise” that even an open-minded girl didn’t like reading the honest thoughts I posted about her on a blog like this), I took a detour to Brno in Czech Republic. Didn’t improve any dating skills, but I liked the change of pace and got to meet a neat guy who goes by Filbko from the KYIL forums who’s now (started to, as of the initial drafting of this post) taking his goals seriously and taking action to reach them. Good to keep building communities.
And then to Krakow! Having heard great things from “The Dom” on KYIL forums, plus a budding photographer who lived there and some vague positive memories of the city’s name from my early 2021 research (read: non-action mindwank), probably a Krauser blog post, I was intrigued to see what the hubbub of Eastern Europe was about. No, I had no dreams of becoming a Passport BroTM. Those dreams were crushed in the first week and a half of Europe travel. And I’m not bro-ey enough. Bro.
The first night at my new hostel I felt like there was a good chance I’d be doing an MFM or otherwise getting laid soon. I met an awesome French guy who does regular daygame (offline action, barely studies) and gave him some pointers on taking pictures for Instagram and dating apps (he’s handsome in person, but his photography was terrible and he rarely ever got a like). I took some photography for him later and he showed me to a gym in the area, helping me keep from losing my little amount of muscle mass gained by that point (I’m small-framed and scrawny by nature, but the gym has changed that by fleshing out my shoulders, arms, and back).
The reason for my false optimism for getting my rocks off was a high-30s or even 40s woman who was fit, knew how to dress, was very feminine, and was a complete and utter flirt. Think “the female version of a womanizer”, but instead of capturing women’s hearts for the sex and romance, she captured men’s for the attention and company (she was always being invited to different events and such).
I tried my hardest to escalate because the light seemed green, but even with us in her room, the closest I got was giving her a back and leg massage where she took off her bra. No kisses, no real fondling, rebuffed. There’s a chance it could be a game/experience/dominance-lack issue in part, but that wasn’t the only difficulty at play here. After that, I didn’t spend any further attention on her. Polite and concise when talked to. The following quote from a RedQuest article reminded me of her when I later began this draft:
Always move to the physical and if you can’t get there, cut her off. I’ve had women like these, who love the thrill but won’t go the distance. Get rid of them. Up or out.
TheRedQuest, here
The rest of this post will be taken from quotes I sent in private messages or personally journaled, with some added context—because overediting this seems like it’s more likely to just make me procrastinate posting longer.
One fine day in Krakow:
I met Breeze today here in Krakow, it helped me get more concept of what good Daygame is like and how to be a helpful and interesting but not overbearing wing.
I actually did my second lifetime instadate, but it was due to language barriers and she didn’t actually have any passion for me when it came down to it. Good experience, bittersweet memories. Also got a number from a girl that Breeze pointed out to me in passing, who I then turned around and approached.
Approaching is easier for me with a wing there who makes it feel more normal, I think. Soon I will be more confident doing it solo
Here I would have loved to put my daygame stats for Krakow, which I tracked via a notetaking app, but alas, I am too crunched for time today. If anyone comments about it I’ll edit it in later.
During the Krakow excursion, we saw the beginning of Drive City’s blog, about which I noted:
As with all guys who start blogs, it’s interesting to see how long they go—I once worried I’d fall off the wagon in the first year, but here I am at year 1.5 and feeling ready to hang around in the space for at least 5 more years. I’m getting more than average guys’ results now, and even if I quit I could call it a success of sorts (with my blog being a chronicle of it). But I want more. The YHT and the emotional connection. And I’m glad.
I will look on with curiosity [to Drive City’s exploits].
I observed that, contrary to how the journey up until this point felt (rather uneventful with a few highlights (public park sex among them), the time spent in Krakow generated more material for my mind to stew on and report about:
Yes. Finally, Krakow is giving me a lot of postable material. Add to that the date I had yesterday with a mediocre/nondescript high-20s girl (who I could date casually for the personality and the boobs) yesterday, plus today a date with an amazingly hot girl I thought was 20 with red hair, beautiful face, demure but not afraid to speak her mind, awesome sense of fashion/dress, and sexy boobs from what little that dress revealed. (She’s 16, but doesn’t act like a girl. I liked her maturity and am glad for the laws in place here… she was worried I’d get scared by her being 16, but from her personality I didn’t mind—she was more mature than many girls I’ve dated in the U.S. [in their early 20’s]. Adds very convincing context to the article [RedQuest] made about the two groups of people who care strongly about age of consent laws being 18 in the U.S.)
I wouldn’t have gotten either date if I didn’t find a person who talked seriously and accurately about how dating works…
This is thanks to [RedQuest and many others] and [their blogs]. And I have a second date with both girls set up
The first girl I overescalated with on the second date, as I took her shirt off and played with her boobs but could get no further; the second got “too busy with school to reply” to my feeler text and I didn’t bother trying to get her out before I left for Warsaw. She did eventually reply, just after I’d already returned to the U.S. for over a month.
Another experience from Krakow I wanted to include, I got some awesome pictures thanks to the aforementioned growing photographer and drone-lover Lord Rey. Among those pictures, several show a more mature and fun side of me than Joe could eke out of me the previous year, because of my early start and lack of progress back then. Game and working on a holistic self-improvement journey have helped immensely.
The last bit I can recall from memory or notes from that time in Krakow is that I set up and hosted a party in my AirBnb, inviting guys I’d met in Krakow (most were already booked, as it goes for planning events with busy, cool people). That may not sound like much, but I don’t see myself as a natural leader or event-planner and the success of this showed me what’s possible. We ate pizza I cooked, drank beer and wine (some of which I accidentally hauled with me the rest of the trip and smuggled into the U.S. without any declaration of having bought it due to airline logistics—that was a fun “bureaucracy messed up here” irony moment of realization), and chatted until it grew late. I’m trying to become a man who takes action, like RQ or Nash, a man who does things (as opposed to thinking or saying things).
Next was a very short 4-day stint in Warsaw, just long enough to taste the city. Already planning to visit Riga for coaching, there wasn’t the time to stay and see if it was as good as I hoped it would be.
The only major note I made during that time was thus:
Got turned down by a girl when we were vibing and there was a bit of an ambiguous vibe; she asked me if I smoked, then when I said I don’t but hang out with people who do suggested I come with. We’d touched on being adventurous and casual and not being relationship-py and such. The turn-down was when we were entering the elevator to go back up. We’d had good eye contact and otherwise no negative compliance; I touched her shoulder and after a pause said, “I want to kiss you”. She turned away, was very honest to me about how, for her, that ruined it by me “asking”. She said if I’d have just tried to make it happen that then she would have either pushed me away if she didn’t want to or might have been into it, and I agree—I was dumb and in my head. I keep asking for permission instead of leading. She was pretty cool about things after when we were hanging out again around the hostel bar, but didn’t talk to me again. I half heartedly tried to intiate by asking if I could join when she said she was going for a smoke again, and she was silent and I was a chicken who should have just followed her and made things happen or gotten rejected hard. Lesson learned: if I could do-over, when I stopped her before the elevator, once I got her solid eye contact and she said “what”, I should have brushed her hair behind her ear, moved in closer, and tried to [escalate into a] kiss. This Polish girl taught me a disappointing but important lesson. And now I want my action to learn from it instead of being a typical American brainwashed to ask for consent at every step. I need to just kiss her—the go 90%, and let her go the rest or reject me if she wants. Also no lays from the several dates I had in Krakow; the farthest I got was sucking on one girl’s nice tits [as mentioned earlier in this post]. But I do have a date planned for tomorrow, if she doesn’t flake. I’m going to get a confirmation text before I take a train to meet her though; she said she was a virgin and hasn’t replied to my last text last night.
Update later: Scratch the date; she disconnected me on Feeld. Unfortunate that this virgin flake cost me $35 [in booked airbnbs], but it did sound good in the moment [and I was quite horny at the time].
The journey through Europe continued from here, into Riga and Amsterdam (posts incoming).
Delayed writing these up for too long, now it’s been over a month three months since most of it happened and the details are fuzzy. There’s a lesson here about writing reports while they’re recent and fresh, especially in time otherwise spent reproductively. What I did have written is like a time capsule.
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