So the Polish blondie booked some flights to London for a long weekend and then told me she was coming. It caught me off guard, I’d kept in contact over Facebook after putting some thoughts of visiting into her little Polish brain over Christmas and New Years and she’d put that to action. She was pretty implicit in that she wanted to spend the whole time with me, she has quite a few friends in town from working in town previously but she’d be happy hanging with me and meeting my Bromigos. Earlier last week she told me she was sick, damn these girls, they are up for passing on all sorts of shit. Bromigo Matt is constantly under the weather from the all cooties he catches from kissing all these girls.
On the day of her arrival she messaged me to say she felt better and let me know what time she was landing. My friend Sammi owes me quite a few favours so I he picked me up and drove to the airport where she was eagerly waiting at the passenger pickup. Women as we all know in general do not age well, this girl had not aged at all since I last saw her, I don’t really get too awestruck as much as I used to but I had to pause for a second as I sat in the car. Sammi nudged my elbow a little “woah is that her Bojangles! Is she really Polish?” “Yes lad that’s her”. It was a sunny day, once again I was doing my best Fonz impression with my shades on and walked over to her grabbed her by the butt and gave her a long kiss and grope (shit is that beta? haha). For a moment I did not say anything as I gazed deeply into her green eyes, she smiled, blushed and said “Hi to you too”. I grabbed her hand and dragged her over to the car and threw her in.
It was late so we just went straight back to mine, had a little snack and hit the sack, heated, passionate,fast, hard and bloody. God has been fucking me over recently, he seems to assume that my cock is a blood sucking vampire. Hence why the fair maidens that have been enjoying my company have been afflicted on their red and horny cycle. The following morning I awoke to this stunning Polish girl sleeping on my chest, I teased her a little about getting out of bed and making me breakfast, she looked up at me and said.
You look like a black David Beckham
“What! I’m fucking brown bitch!”. Shit this girl really knows how to massage my ego, fair enough I’m not black but he’s a handsome fella is old goldenballs, any comparison to him does get a little smirk…just a little – “Thanks, you’re alright you”. I’d already planned out what I wanted to do that Friday, the evening was always a night for the lads, regardless of who your girlfriend or current fling was, it’s Bromigo night without fail. This little Polish blondie wanted to see Buckingham Palace and I decided to take her as my plan was to get some shoes and some pocket squares as well as show her some quirky parts of good old London. The Palace isn’t far from New Bond Street and Oxford Street so we headed there first. There’s fuck all to see to be honest, big giant building, golden gates, a fountain and the best part is the two nice parks sitting astride the palace, it is a good comfort location though as silence is king, you don’t have to say anything, just enjoy the crowds, the atmosphere and let her look around whilst you hold your own. I then proceeded to drag her about town, whether it was holding her hand or with my arm around her. Peculiarly she noticed that I was the only guy she’d seen with my hand in front of her hand rather than my hand being behind hers, all the guys were being dragged around by their women.
I started looking at all the couples as I dragged her up through the top end stores in New Bond Street, sure enough only 1 out of 10 guys were not doing the above shown in the picture, and sure enough those 9 out of 10 guys being dragged looked like they had been beta to death. Bromigo Matt spots these guys all the time whenever we go for a little daygame jaunt around town but I never really paid much attention to it. It’s something that I’ve always done and something I continued to do as I dragged my little Polish model around town and through the densely packed streets in London over the weekend. She didn’t complain about my walking pace, nor me strolling straight through oncoming pedestrian traffic, she just followed, she just wanted to hug, touch and comply. Having this sexy Polish 9 on my arm turned a lot of heads, from guys checking her out to women checking me out, as the manosphere always preaches, having a hot girl on your arm makes other women want to you more, that much was evident as anywhere we went I noticed the female attention.
Friday evening, Bromigo evening was spent at our usual tapas haunt followed by some tasty Italian food and wine. This Friday though was a themed European evening, our first, Bromigo Jimmy brought along his Croatian lass, Bromigo Matt had his Slovakian in tow and myself with my Polish lass. We were all dressed up smart and my Pole had gone all out with a sexy black dress and boots, I wanted to rip it off her right there but I just raised my eyebrow and smirked when she put on a big smile and asked “what do you think?”. She knew I liked it, she didn’t need me to tell her, she could see it.
As I arrived at the place, I introduced my Polish lady to the gang and despite me not needing any winging, Jimmy started singing my praises in a tactful manner along with teasing her about our upcoming European jaunt. It’s something that is built into Jimmy and it’s just one of the small things that makes him such a great guy to have as one of your best friends. We let the 3 little hamsters just get acquainted and blabber on as women do, whilst we joked around and Matt flirted with the waitresses. We moved on to a few bars with our tipsy ladies in tow and hit back a few more cocktails before parting our own ways at nights end.
Daft Punk and Pharrell had infected the Polish girls mind over the course of the night, I like the song but now it’s forever etched in my memory. I took out phone, got youtube up and started playing ‘Get Lucky’. I sat on the edge of my bed as the little Polish girl decided she would belly dance for me to the song and slowly removing one item after another. Yes I did press repeat too. I regret not recording it, but it was either play the music and watch her dance, or hold my phone in hand with no music with her most likely not dancing. I’m selfish guys, I know you wanted to see, it’s a shame.
“She’s up all night for good fun
I’m up all night to get lucky”
Get lucky Pharrell? It’s a great track but hell no, this is life, you make your own luck.