Around three and a half years ago I flew off to a northern Polish tri-city on a Thursday night with a group of work mates and my cousin. We somehow managed to get the time off from our workplace despite most of working on the same team. I’d just immersed myself in Game and this was like a nice little test trip abroad for me. None of my colleagues had any luck when it came to talking to ladies and most suffered from severe anxiety if there was no alcohol at hand.
It was a bitter cold zero on the temp gauge and we strolled out into the main street into the party area of the tri-city and rolled into what looked like a really cooled bar. I ordered what at that time was my usual, vodka on the rocks with lime and we grabbed a table. One of the guys pointed out two girls sat behind me drinking beers, one was pretty sexy, she had flowing brunette hair and lovely Slavic Polish features and the other was quite cute girl with glasses who looked like she was Greek or Italian.
The hot one got up and walked off to the toilet and I decided to get up and said a simple ‘hey’ and sat down in her seat. She seemed surprised to meet a British guy, well a British Indian guy in her town (she was Polish too) and the chat was going well, just friendly nothing sexual. Her friend returned and looked at me with the eyes of the devil (‘How dare he take my seat!’) and I got up, introduced myself and she was all smiles, I grabbed a chair from behind me and placed it alongside hers (which was now my seat) and spent the next 10 minutes occupying both. At that time one of my friends realised that someone needed to come in and let me get some ‘Ice’ with the hot girl and grabbed his chair came over and I introduced him to both. After 10 minutes the girls said they had to go, I exchanged numbers with the hot brunette chick who was a medical student back home in the UK (there’s loads of Polish chicks here). The bar seemed to be a bit empty now, I went over and spoke to the bar tenders who told us that it would get busy later and it was still early.
I grabbed the guys and we headed out into the cold to find somewhere else to drink and to scope out a few other locations. We found that despite it being 9:30 at night, most places were still closed, so after a 20 minute walk in the cold we ended up walking back to the bar we started at. As the 4 of us strolled in, me and my cousin spotted this black haired polish girl sat in the corner with 2 others, one a very sexy blonde girl and the other a half decent brunette, waving at us asking us to come over. ‘Shall we go?’ he said, ‘Yeah, fuck it’
Black haired Pole – “Hey guys, where are you from?”
Cousin – “London, you heard of it? You?”
Pole – “haha yes of course, we are from here, where are you guys going?”
Me – “We’ve come here for a drink, we arrived today”
Pole – “Come with us, we’ll take you some great places”
Cousin – “What do you say ‘Bojangles’? Do you think these girls are prozzies?”
Me – “Let me take a seat and I’ll decide after once I know who I’m dealing with”
We sat down with the 3 of them and just teased the shit out of them, man my cousin had some game magically appear out of nowhere and here he was chatting to a blonde polish chick who was at least a 9.
So the girls told us that a club nearby would be a nice place to get a few drinks before heading onto another club which would be the best place to end the night. We had nothing to lose by going with them, so headed off to this bar. As we walked there my cousin came over and said “I can’t talk to this Polish blondie, she’s just being moody, do you wanna swap?”. I was kind of fresh as I said earlier to game and eager to show off my ‘skills’ and agreed to swap and walked over to the Polish blondie, put my arm around her and told her to tell me about herself. Well the fact that she was engaged was the first she blurted out, my thoughts initially moved over to my cousin and his little ‘swap’…”motherfucker”…
At the bar we just interacted as a group, my cousin seemed to be getting on well with the dark haired pole, well as in tongue down throat well. I just dropped some stories on the Polish blondie, feeling that she was pretty much lost and looked around for other girls who I could approach, there were none, the place was dead so I suggested we move on to the club. It was a few minutes walk away and man was it packed. As soon as we entered the two friends who had been entertaining the third girl had disappeared and I saw them dancing with some half decent looking polish girls. Sweet, now for me to ditch my Polish blondie and to have a look around this club. I’m not fond of night game myself, Bromigo Matt enjoys it and is in his element, but I felt that in Poland I could get by with what I knew. However just as I told the Polish blondie I’m going to find someone to dance with, she kissed me and told me “I could dance with her”.
God damn it, she probably was the sexiest girl in the whole club but the whole engagement thing now this. Fuck is this an opportunity for me or an opportunity for her to gain attention that is not her fiancee’s for the night? We had sultry, passionate, close dance and over her shoulder I noticed my cousin was up on a podium kissing his black haired girl. Damn son, he was a quivering wreck before this night and he ended up walking off out of the club with her, I felt a bit of caution about that seeing as we’d had a few looks off the Polish men in the place. The third girl now left all alone decided she wanted to go and came over and grabbed the blondie, ah the typical cockblock, where are my bastard friends? I managed to exchange numbers with her and went off into the crowd seeing what more there was to see.
I ended up adding the blondie onto facebook as she could not carry the cost of calling/texting. For the next year we kept in contact, I really was not sure where it was going, we kept in contact and about 6 months in she told me she’d broke it off with her fiancee. I went back to the Polish tri-city after a guy on a football forum offered to pay for my flights if I’d spend a few days gaming with him. So I arranged a few meetups for each night I was there, and decided to make a move on the little supermodel. We met at the place we first met, she was there already as I walked in, wine glass on table and a double vodka on the rocks with lime ready for me. She told me how she’d quit the modelling agency (international, paid work in Milan, London, Paris, LA and Vegas) she worked with as she felt she was getting older (only 25 then) and the newer girls would always get the gigs, she was studying for a different career now. I’d never been on a date with a ‘supermodel’ let alone a girl who is a ‘model’, but it went smooth and I bounced her to 3 bars before back to the hotel I was staying in. It was a great night of passion and in hindsight, a really easy lay.
To be honest I had no idea what I wanted with my Polish supermodel, long game for over 2 years on Facebook (I think it’s a great tool for us UK lads to keep in contact with the sexy European ladies). Just trivial chat, on some occasions sexual spikes, drunken asshole messages on other occasions and the interest was always there. She knew I was seeing a lot of girls during this time and was always keeping an eye out for pictures of me. Then last Christmas she talked about coming over to London, I put a few ideas in her head using material similar to Krauser about what we would do, what would happen and how intense it would be.