I had sex in Europe for the first time yesterday. With a lovely 27 year old blonde Ukrainian girl I approached in a mall in Prague just two days ago.
Ever since I got into daygame, it has always been my dream to seduce women across Europe (especially Eastern Europe) the way the daygame greats like Krauser and Torero did. I'm finally living that dream. No shackles of a 9 to 5 or a boss to report to. Just my balls.
In this post, I want to take the opportunity to reflect back on my experiences over my last six months in Europe. Most of it will tie into seducing women, some of it will be general travel highlights. I'll end with a lay report.
London
I arrived in London on December 2022 with the intent to stay for 6 months–the maximum my tourist visa would allow–to daygame while continuing to growing my digital business. Even though the furthest I got physically was a half-hearted kiss outside a pub, I consider my mission fulfilled. I practiced daygame, grew my business, didn't quit, and matured along the way.
First order of business was finding a sublet. I was pretty lucky in this department. I found a one bedroom sublet for two months near the Euston train station for 1500 pounds per month. The subletter was a Syrian guy my age who was going to spend the winter in Mexico with his Polish girlfriend. I wasn't envious. Despite the cold gray weather and no Polish girlfriend, I was excited to be in London to daygame.
After this, I found another one bedroom sublet for three and a half months near Sloane Square for 900 pounds per month. I still can't believe my good fortune with the second sublet. That area's logistics are as good as it gets, many wine bars and ice cream shops close by, not that I made much use–just two dates. You'll also see boutique clothing brands, rare art shops, and premium furniture and design shops lining the streets. It's an area that caters to the upper class, yet I paid less than a grand per month to live in a furnished one bedroom there for over three months!
When I met the second subletter for the first time, she said she'd received ~150 messages on SpareRoom and randomly opened mine first. She said my introduction "didn't say too much nor too little." The travel practice was paying off. Still, I was suspicious. Was I being played?
She gave me a tour of the building and the neighborhood. She seemed nice, offering me cigarettes throughout the walk which I didn't want but didn't refuse. She was very upfront about her mental health, saying she suffers from depression. It made be a bit uneasy, but I rolled with it. I asked her why she was charging below market rate and she said she just wants to cover her rent and isn't greedy. The reason her rent is so low is because it's a council flat. I decided she's genuine. While walking around we found a large abandoned desk on the street. The apartment was missing one and this desk's dimensions were just right. So we lugged it two blocks in the dark while it was drizzling. My back took the brunt of it because she was a petite Vietnamese lady. But the experience forged a bond. I paid her a holding deposit of 200 pounds later that night. I figured if I could get scammed after spending close to two hours with a woman and hauling furniture for her, I have bigger problems than daygame. Thankfully, it all worked out.
I like having a stable routine so I can save all the instability for pursuits like daygame. Once I got settled, I started meeting daygamers from the London Telegram group. I met five different daygamers on separate occasions and hit it off with one of them who I'll call Zak. A big portion of the credit for my Ukrainian lay in Prague goes to Zak.
In a recent voice message, Zak said in his typical slow manner English accent, "you know me... I'm nothing special... not a cad... or a jock... or whatever." He said this while recounting how he met a 6 ft blonde Norwegian girl on Bond street and eventually spent the night with her. Zak doesn't wear a leather jacket or fitted jeans. He doesn't have rings or chains. He doesn't sport an amazing physique or looks. He simply follows game principles and shows up.
Seeing Zak succeed with women made me realize that strong game is mostly about inner game. The outer game material helps, but only if the inner game is strong. If inner game is weak, one can fake outer game for a while, sometimes long enough to get a notch, but that's about it. I think this describes many of my notches in New York, which was fine when all I cared about was notches. But it's not conducive to the deeper non-monogamous relationships I want now. Faking outer game without strong inner game has other negative consequences. It induces anxiety for one. Thus, a large part of my energy in London went towards improving my inner game. Below I briefly touch on the steps I've taken to do this.
Around Feb, Zak inspired me to start nofap. He revealed he's been on nofap for three years which impressed me. I've tried nofap in the past but typically relapsed after a month. As of this writing, I've maintained my nofap streak for 110 days, the longest ever. It's not been easy, especially the "flatline" episodes and wild mood swings which are happening less and less frequently but still happen.
To calm myself from the effects of nofap, I started to end my showers with cold water. Working my way up from 10 seconds, I now stand under cold water for about a minute. When I started, my breath was in complete disarray. Now, my breath settles down after a few seconds and I can even breath deeply with my mouth closed while the cold water hits my body. Cold showers are like a slap in the face. They bring me into the present. All mindless chatter ceases. The effects of a cold shower wear off within a couple hours though.
The next step I took was cutting my daygame investment by half. When I first set foot in London, I assumed I would approach daily. Daygame would be the defacto priority. I was fiercely attached to the idea that a daily habit is crucial to get good at daygame again. But I found daily daygame in London to be exhausting. I realized I was putting undue pressure on myself and experienced burnout several times. It took me a while to accept my true capacity. After three months of experimenting various schedules, I settled on a new tactic: 10 approaches every alternate day. I count an approach as a 30 second interaction minimum.
The first two to three approaches usually didn't go anywhere but helped me release my nervous energy. Then a calmness came over me, I surrendered to the mission, and the rest of the approaches went better. I also took a suggestion from Tom's playbook and carried a business card with me. Instead of relying on my memory, I kept count by ripping a line in the card after every approach. This tactile act had the surprising side effect: it made me feel good even if the set didn't go well because it signaled that I'm one step closer to being done. I avoided checking my phone and never listened to music. And on my days off, I made an effort to not think about women at all. I like this system because it strikes a good balance in my life and reminds me there's more to life than women.
Finally, meditation. I meditated regularly during my monastic phase in the USA, but abruptly stopped. In retrospect, I think it was because I didn't have a good enough reason to continue. Now I've brought it back to help keep my lustful thoughts–which have gotten more common due to nofap–at bay. I want to be more attentive around women, not be distracted by their looks.
Everyone's daygame journey is different because everyone's trying to overcome different obstacles and sticking points. For me, I've realized it's important to get out of my own way, quiet my mind down, and not put pressure on myself. Contrary to what I used to believe, I don't need to become a different person to succeed with women. Instead, cultivating habits like nofap, cold showers, meditation, and taking one day breaks between daygame sessions has helped me more than any routine or video. I believe these habits (and finding a good wing) are a big reason I didn't quit in London despite lackluster responses. And a big reason for my recent Ukrainian lay which took ~12 hours of seduction over the course of two days.
I don't keep stats, but in London I went on roughly eight first dates (including i-dates) and one second date. That second date led to a kiss but then she had to go back to Australia. I got many numbers and text conversations, but they didn't materialize.
But thankfully London was not all daygame. I grew my online business further while clocking in 25 hrs a week on average, not the 40+ I had to clock in in NYC working for someone else. I kept up with my love for yoga and running. I became a better cook; most notably I learned how to cook most of my meals in an Instant Pot which eliminates my dependence on a functioning stove, which my second sublet didn't have. Oddly enough, I got food poisoning twice from eating out, which is more than in the three years I was in India.
Being a history nerd, I joined several walking tours and learned about London's survival of the Great Plague, the Roman invasion and settlement in Great Britain, Jack the Ripper, and the history of the British Army. I joined a couple meetup groups, one for online business owners like myself and one for nature lovers. The most memorable meetup was waking up at 5am to hike up Parliament Hill to catch the sunrise, meet three other people who did the same, and then discuss philosophy, history, biology for the next two hours in a local cafe. I met many interesting people through these pursuits, but was too busy to keep in touch with any of them.
I discovered The Flashman Papers, a series of historical adventure novels by an Englishman named George Macdonald Fraser and got hooked to his humorous plot-driven first-person writing style. I'm on book 3 of 12 and can't recommend them enough if you're into that sort of thing. I also discovered John Wooden.
In the final days, a friend visited me for a week. She was obsessed with the Euro Song Contest, so we rented a car and drove to Liverpool where it was being hosted this year. Even though I knew nothing about ESC, the energy that weekend was electric. I also considered it good practice to spend time with a girl for a week. Even though our relationship was strictly platonic, we booked hotel rooms together, ate together, resolved arguments, made compromises, and took turns driving. But I also made sure to carve out time to do things I wanted–go on solo runs, visit a WWII history museum, or just sleep in if I wasn't in the mood to join her. I learned from my mistake in India and as a result this trip was far more enjoyable. I felt in control. After Liverpool, we drove to Newport, an hour away from Tom Torero's birthplace, Cornwall, and the Stone Henge. All in all, a nice trip to mark the end of my stint in London.
In the final weeks, several ideas were brewing simultaneously about what I should do after London. I finally settled on the idea of moving to Warsaw. It's in Eastern Europe which has the type of girls I like–blonde, feminine, fit, and compassionate. Zak had lived there for a few years (one day he surprised me by speaking fluent Polish to a Polish two set we approached on Regent Street) and seconded my decision. It's a large modern city with a good public transport system and reasonable cost of living.
Instead of booking a direct plane ticket from London to Warsaw, I decided I will go by train via Paris, Stuttgart, and Brno. Zak couldn't join me due to work, so I would do a bit of solo daygame in each city, report back to Zak who was curious, and take in the sights. I donated the few things I purchased in London, stuffed the rest in a 60L backpack, and booked a EuroStar ticket to Paris.
Paris
I think daygame in Paris could be great... if one can speak French. I did half dozen approaches here, got one number, but it fizzled out over text. Before the language barrier kicked in, most women seemed receptive to my approach and compliment. In the handful of conversations I had, I found them to be confident, opinionated, and non-judgemental. They also dressed pretty classy and feminine.
The rest of the time, I took in the sights and spent the weekend in the serene French countryside with my cousin whom I hadn't seen in years. I also got an intense Thai massage by an old woman whose hands were made of steel.
I decided to leave France after a week to test the blonde hair blue eye theory of Germany.
Stuttgart
Stuttgart has one main daygame area: its city center, which houses restaurants, bars, office buildings, historic buildings, multiple malls, and parks all within a 1 km square. Since it's a single concentrated area, I feel it's a good city for a short daygame stint. After about two weeks, I suspect I'll start running into the same women.
The women I saw were beautiful and big breasted. I was surprised at the diversity of looks and styles; perhaps due to Germany's open immigration policies. I think I ended up approaching more non-natives than natives and more non-blondes than blondes. They spoke English more readily than in France, which was a relief. I didn't bother with numbers and tried to go for instant dates because I didn't plan to stay long. Nothing materialized though.
Stuttgart is also home to the Porsche and Mercedes Benz museums and I spent several hours in each, especially the latter. The Mercedes Benz museum is one of the most well thought out museums I've seen. You start at the top with the founding story and spiral your way down to the modern day. In the process you see their story unfold with plenty of car porn and useful historical context along the way. I only made it 50% of the way through on my first visit. Unfortunately my charms didn't work on the blonde milf ticket receptionist, and I had to purchase a new ticket the following day.
Besides the museums and city center, I didn't find much to keep me in Stuttgart. I texted Mr. V out of the blue because I remembered he's a Porsche fan. I'm glad I did because I learned he'll be in Prague in a few days. Luckily I hadn't booked anything for Brno yet, so I booked train tickets to Prague. I love how everything is so close in Europe, I didn't have to think twice.
A Scottish gentlemen entered my compartment on the train to Prague. Born in the 1950s, he'd served as an engineer in the British Army for a decade, which stationed him all over the world in one to two year stints. He left the army at the ripe age of 27 and transferred his engineering skills to become a professional carpenter. Now, retired and divorced, he solo travels every summer. His knowledge of history impressed me. He had a habit of saying "shame on ya" when he asked me a historical question about India which I didn't know. At first, I took it personally, annoyed at being quizzed by a stranger, but then humbly admitted that I don't know 99% of what there's to know. He stopped after that. I asked him how he learned so much. He said he grew up in a rough and poor part of Scotland. The schools and teachers were absolute shit. That's why he wanted to escape and join the army. He learned by asking a lot of questions and reading. He said that there are no stupid questions, only stupid answers. I spent the rest of the journey asking him questions. We never exchanged names nor numbers.
Prague
I arrived in Prague on Saturday. I met Ukrainian Girl on Sunday. And I had sex with her on Monday. The farthest I got in the last 6 months was a kiss. So this was very strange. She was not a yes girl, so I like to believe some skill was involved. But lots of luck too.
Sunday
I met Ukrainian Girl in Smichov Mall in the afternoon. Mostly locals here. First two approaches were Czech girls who didn't speak good enough English, but helped settle my nerves. Ukrainian Girl spoke English and seemed open to a chat. I honestly don't remember what we talked about. But she said she's coming from Sunday services, is a devoted Christian, doesn't party nor drink, and said, teasingly, that these attributes should make me lose interest and I should let her be. I just wanted to practice my dates, so I suggested we get tea. She pointed to a Starbucks nearby. I agreed at first. As we started walking, I suggested a local cafe instead. "Starbucks reminds me of home and I'm on holiday."
As I've said, I just wanted to practice my dates. My dates weren't going well recently. In the last few, I had been in my head, anxious to "make something happen" before leaving London. So my goal for the next few dates was to just relax, throw in some spikes, and practice a routine or two. As long as I accomplished that, I'd consider a date a success regardless of what came of it. Between the cafe and the walk across the bridge afterwards, we spent an hour together. Towards the end, she made an offhand comment about how we'll never meet again since I was on a short holiday. I dismissed it and asked for her number. If things had ended here, I'd have considered it a success. I didn't get anxious and the conversation had man-woman undertones. Small wins.
I texted her later in the day under the pretense that my friend is taking a nap and that I'm about to get dinner and that she should join me. She asked where. I sent her a link to a Czech restaurant. She said, teasingly, that the food looks awful and that she'll skip dinner and that, if I want, I can join her afterwards for a walk along the river. It was on. After dinner, I texted her the spot along the river where we should meet. It was 10 minutes walk from my Airbnb. On the way, I found a couple venues I could take her to.
We met and she said we should walk south (away from my Airbnb). Like with her Starbucks suggestion, I agreed. Then two minutes later, I said I'd been meaning to checkout a bookstore cafe nearby because it looked cool on Google. This was one of the venues I had seen. She said ok. Unfortunately, it was closing and I silently cursed Google's inaccurate timings. She offered to show me some sights in the vicinity. We eventually settled on a bench in a tiny park where we established more comfort. She shared a personal story about how her boss sexually harassed her but she remained strong and still got promoted. I also took the opportunity to run Strawberry Fields which I hadn't practiced in months. She asked me about my past dalliances throughout my travels and after some self-deprecating evasion, I accused her of always thinking about romance, then brought the focus back on her.
Eventually I went for a kiss which she deflected. After that she apologized, saying she sees me as a friend and that I shouldn't waste my time expecting anything more, how she's a Christian, etc... None of this bothered me because I had already accomplished my goals for the date. Anything more was a bonus. She probably sensed my lack of concern.
I sloppily offered to make her tea in my apartment and she flatly refused, instead suggesting a walk along the river. I didn't protest. Especially after the comfort we'd established from before, I was beginning to grow fond of her. We walked along the river for the next hour or so. She interlocked her elbow with mine, saying she was just feeling cold and that I shouldn't get any ideas. We exchanged more stories and commented on things we noticed. I didn't run any "material." The kino and eye contact made it natural for me to go for the kiss three or four more times. She pulled back every time, but in a quiet feminine way. The silence spoke volumes. Looking back, I just enjoyed being in that bubble with her. I didn't care about notches or sex or holding frame. It was simply about time in that bubble. And time seemed to fly by.
It was dark by then. She was eager to show me a castle and took me up a route which she said tourists hardly know about. It was completely unlit and the steps were poorly maintained and we had to use our phones' flashlights. She led, I followed, accusing her of leading me into a trap. We arrived at this imposing castle with intricately painted frescoes and stone engravings above each of its enormous doors. There was more pointing and ruminating over what they symbolized. She enthusiastically pointed out the various Christian symbols. We turned a corner and out of nowhere a clear, full moon came into view. As if things couldn't get more romantic. We were completely alone. I jumped onto a ledge to take a seat and admire the moon, my feet dangling into the dark abyss below. She stood back. I commented how living in Prague must be like living in a fairy tale. She agreed. A drunk man took a seat nearby which broke the mood, so we walked off.
She revealed to me that this whole time we were walking towards her apartment. We were at least 2 km away from my Airbnb by now. So much for my original plan of two venues and a bounce back. But at the time, none of that mattered. I was enjoying myself and being with her. She sarcastically thanked me for being a gentleman and dropping her off such a long distance away. Save for a SDL in NYC where an Israeli businesswoman invited me back to her hotel, I've never ended a date in the girl's residence. So as a challenge to myself, I resolved to ask her for a glass of water when we reached her place. I learned that she lives alone, which simplified things.
We reached her place. I asked for water. She obliged with zero hesitation. I sat down on her couch and took deep breaths to relax. She brought me water and we made small talk. She was sitting more than an arm's length away from me, so any move would've felt forced and desperate. I'm glad I didn't make one. Instead, I asked her if she has speakers. She said no. I pulled out my phone and put on the Chill Mix on Spotify. She said she listens to Mozart, but I could see she found this music agreeable. There was a lull, so I fell back to something I learned from Tom: "I'm going to use your bathroom and then kiss you one last time before going home."
When I came out of the bathroom, she was leaning against the wall staring at her phone. The hallway was dimly lit. I walked up to her, lifted her chin, and kissed her. She surrendered completely, tongue and everything. We eventually fell on her couch in each other's arms. For the next hour, we alternated between heavy kissing and small talk. Even though she was wearing a skirt, she easily fended off my advances to her panties. She was wearing an impregnable sports bra as well. Despite multiple aggressive attempts, everything remained above waist and fully clothed except for my jeans which I had to remove to give air to my four-month-nofap boner. Eventually I grew tired and decided to leave. She said, "You're a fighter!" and we bid each other goodbye. I seeded a second date, suggesting she should join me for a run–a common hobby we shared–the following day. She was non-commital.
Even though I wasn't sure whether I'd see her again, I walked back to my Airbnb on cloud nine. I'd gotten farther in my second night in Prague than I had in the last 6 months in London. All in all, I had spent 7 hours with Ukrainian girl that day. I immediately recounted the tale to Zak via voice message. His first observation was that my voice sounded a lot deeper and that nofap was working. Coming from a guy with three years of nofap under his belt, this felt very validating. The power of inner game.
Monday
I texted her around noon about the run. She suggested a bike ride instead. I didn't argue. Then it started to rain. In retrospect, a blessing in disguise. I told her to meet me at a wine bar and that we'll decide what to do from there depending on weather. We met at Wine Not Prague. The best part about this venue, besides the pun, is that it has these window-facing alcoves where two people can lie back comfortably on some cushions, like having breakfast in bed, except with wine. Very intimate. I got lucky finding this place and having it be empty, quiet, and close to my Airbnb.
We spent an hour here with her arm resting on my torso and her head nuzzling against mine. We kissed, but nothing heavy since we were in public. It was a working day for her, so she was getting pinged constantly. After some time, I gently took her phone away from her and accused her of being a workaholic. She protested, but we were quickly in that bubble again, and she forgot about work. Since it was still raining, I suggested we go back to my place and do an "indoor workout." She had mentioned the day before how she wants to improve her core strength, so I said I can teach her a few core exercises and in return she can teach me some things to relax my sore lower back. She liked the idea.
She felt at home immediately. She opened all the windows taking in the fresh air and put on music on my laptop while I prepared some tea. It didn't take long before I made a move on her. She still gave her token resistance, but it didn't feel as stubborn as the night before. Like the night before, we were passionate one minute and cuddling the next, until I took it to the next level and removed my briefs. Her defenses melted away after that. She said she hadn't had sex in four years and pleaded me to be gentle. I don't think I've ever taken a girl's virginity, but she was talking as if I was taking hers, which turned me on immensely. I lasted longer than I thought I would considering the circumstances, but still not long enough for her to experience a climax. We cuddled and showered and cuddled some more. She confessed the fastest she had had sex with a guy was after one week, and she wasn't proud of it. I told her it doesn't feel like we met yesterday. And I genuinely believed it. By that time we'd spent 12 hours together.
I would've liked her to spend the night and even considered extending my stay in Prague. But I had already booked my tickets and Airbnb in Warsaw. I told her she can come visit me once I'm settled. She simply said thank you. Then I met Mr. V for drinks and a final farewell before boarding a train to Warsaw the following morning.
Final Thoughts
While this experience will do wonders to my self confidence, luck played a major role. And it always will when two people are involved, because I can only control my actions, not someone else's.
As far as my actions are concerned, I'm particularly happy that I was relaxed on my dates, effectively steered the conversation in a more romantic direction, and didn't lie to increase my "chances" because I wasn't thinking in those terms at all. She knew my age and my plan to leave Prague and she still slept with me.
In Warsaw, I want to keep doing more of the same: put in the hours, relax on dates, practice spikes and routines, be honest, and let the chips fall where they may.