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After taking Nadja on a roof top, the beach and finally in the car, I dropped her off outside her apartment so she could catch a 7:00 AM flight from Larnaca.
We both went out of the car, hugged and said our goodbyes. She then took out from her bag a souvenir she bought me. We kissed for the last time and she left.
I went back into the car and looked at the time. It was 03:08 AM. I could drive back to town and be in Soho by 03:30, more than enough time to find and pull another girl. But fuck it… that would be too much. I drove back to my hotel and went to sleep.
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The next day, the 13th, I went out solo again after more than a week. I was eager to get back to testing my new method which I refined over the last few days as a result of writing these blog posts.
I did my usual round and danced with a few girls. I ejected according to the “program” – when the girl didn’t show strong enough signs of being down to fuck that same night. Around 02:00 AM at the smaller R&B and Hip-Hop room of Castle Club I found an excellent prospect – a hot girl dancing enthusiastically all by herself surrounded by five chode guys who were too afraid to approach her. I made my way into their chode circle, faced the girl and we started dancing together. Within a minute the losers disappeared and me and the girl were all over each other. As it was relatively late I escalated quickly and within a few minutes made a decision to stay with her.
The girl was very thin so I could easily pick her up and throw her around my waists. Whenever I do this little move I can literally see in the girls’ eyes how her attraction to me spikes. It’s one of my best moves so I use it sporadically, not more than two or three times a night. I’ll pick the girl up by surprise, will throw her up over my waists and then turn us around a few times. I’ll then drop her backwards so her body is stretched in front of me to the point where her head will almost touch the floor and I’ll then push her up again as high as I can.
Sometimes when I drop the girl backwards I’ll bend my knees and lower myself to the point where my hands touch the floor. With this girl something went wrong and I dropped her too quickly, over my hands, while my right thumb was open and pointing to the ground. I stopped our decent just as my thumb crashed into the floor and could literally feel my bones fracture. I have a clear memory telling myself “I hope this girl is worth it”. More than two weeks later, my thumb still hurts when I bend it.
About thirty minutes later I pulled the girl to the bar for shots of tequila, a move which since then I’ve turned into an integral part of my method. The alcohol loosens the girl up and allows her to more easily follow her true desire which is to let you fuck her that night. It also acts as a test – a girl who refuses a shot is more than likely not to fuck you and if this happens early in the night and depending on the other signs, it might be a good reason to eject.
The bartender gave us the shots and I went into my pockets for money. To my horror I discovered that I was a few Euros short. The chick quickly pulled a 20 from her purse and tried paying the entire bill but I insisted that she only pay for what I was missing.
Only then I discovered that the girl was Hungarian. As I lived in Budapest for almost six years and can more or less speak the language we started talking in Hungarian. Magyar is considered the 2nd hardest language to learn and is probably the most useless one too, so Hungarians are extremely impressed whenever a foreigner can speak it. A minute into our conversation I already notched my belt.
As it turns out the girl was working in Ayia Napa as a receptionist since April. She went out alone that night because all her friends were too tired. Like most people who escape their home country to work abroad she was pretty cool. She kept telling me how much she dislikes Hungarians and their strange mentality. I could easily relate as I too think that Hungarians are the strangest people in the world. We exchanged many stories and observations of the weirdo Magyars. At some point I grabbed her hand and walked out of the club without a fraction of resistance. Fifteen minutes later we were in my room fucking. She had a great body and the sex was awesome.
The next morning she didn’t feel very well. The hotel where she works was a good 20 minutes walk and being the good Jewish boy that I am I suggested to take her there with my car. As I dropped her outside of the hotel I asked her what her phone number was, more as a courtesy than anything else. She told me that she doesn’t give her phone number out…. I started laughing. A few hours earlier my dick was inside her body. Pumping and cum were OK – but giving a phone number? Nem hiszem! – I don’t think so! It was typical Hungarian weirdo behavior, just what a few hours earlier she made fun of.
I decided there and then never to see her again but we exchanged Facebook details nevertheless. It was the first time that a girl I banged refused to give me her number…. WTF? She was, together with my ex girlfriend of 9 years, my 2nd Hungarian. That relationship ended badly and I regret it almost in it’s entirely.
Beware of Hungarians… you’ve been warned.
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I went back to my hotel, packed and checked out. It was Friday and I drove back to Paphos again to meet Marta, my 21 years old Polish sweetheart, for a weekend of relaxation, romance and non stop sex.
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Monday the 17th I returned to Ayia Napa. The following two nights are nights I would rather forget. I found myself involved with a very hot but equally unstable Russian chick who I knew I should stay away from. But in my laziness I stayed in all night, to end up in the girl’s apartment, twice, without a bang.
On the first night it was a classic case of a girl who is “not ready to have sex with a guy she just met”. I knew this will happen and was not surprised although she was a borderline case. She did let me cup her tits and play with her nipples, grab her ass, and did submit to me throwing her around the club violently. But I could smell a fraction of resistance and later was disappointed to find myself right. When the time came to leave the club she refused to come over to my place and forced me to walk her to her apartment. In the first night she didn’t even let me in. Another reason for the fuck-up was that it was a night in which I planned on staying out only until 02:00 AM as I had a dive to wake up to at 08:00. I ended up staying with the girl until almost 05:00 AM, trying to prove myself that I can get laid even in nights I didn’t plan on doing so.
On the 2nd night however – I’m pretty sure I could have banged her if it wasn’t for her roommate who walked in on us at the wrong moment. We were already undressing each other when the door opened… and that was the end of it. As I walked back to my hotel, and despite planning a “dinner date” for the following day, I decided that no matter what I won’t spend more time with her.
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Wednesday, September 19th. Despite the setback operation 007 is in full swing. I developed a new schedule: I start in Senior Frogs, at the end of the “clubs street” around 23:00, when the place is relativity packed, for warm up. Around o0:00 or when I’ve consumed all my options I’ll make my way slowly towards Castle Club, making short stops along the way at Velvet Lips, Cuba Bar (a salsa club) and the Pirate Inn. Castle Club then becomes my home base. I’ll walk around and hit on two girls, in two different parts of the clubs and then walk to Red Square, which is literally 15 meters across the street. There too I’ll hit on two girls, each on a different side of the club, and then go back to Castle Club. I’ll elicit and look for an IOI / Approach Invitations and will be careful not to burn myself too quickly. I’ll particularly look for good dancers, girls I could dance-off with for at least an hour or two. That’s the average time required to make a strong enough connection with the girl so she would let me pull her to my room.
Relatively early, at about 00:10, I stumble upon an extremely cute Russian babe. I get closer to her and she opens up instantly. We start flirting and connecting through the dance, as usual. But with this girl something is different. We started making out passionately not as if we were two horny strangers who just met but as if we were two lovers who haven’t seen each other in months. We danced and kissed like that for about an hour. As usual I bounced us around the venue and at one point, as usual, ordered us drinks. It was still early and I wasn’t sure how long I could sustain the tension between us. Finally I decided to pull her out of there. It wasn’t just about the sex, I just wanted us to be alone with each other. I wanted to know everything about this girl… and until this point (as usual!) – we didn’t exchange a single word.
As we walked out of the club the girl met her friend who seemed extremely pissed. She waved us off and out we went. Finally we could talk a little. Her name was Jeni, the short version of Jenia, in turn a shorthand of Evgenia. She was from Moscow, an Anesthesiologist, 26 years old and totally awesome. I felt that I could fall in love with her.
As soon as we entered my room we ripped each others clothes off. We alternated between violent dirty sex and tender love making , at some point falling to the floor without bothering to get back up to the bed again. During the 2nd round, after more than half an hour or maybe more, I felt that I wouldn’t be able to finish so I went out, took the condom off, and went back in again. Not only that she didn’t protest, she was happy about it. Finally I came all over her body and we both collapsed. Later I cleaned her with a towel and then went back to cuddle. Some of my jizz was left inside her bellybutton. I picked it up with my finger and fed it to her. She sucked my fingers dry.
It was still relatively early, about 03:00 or 03:30 AM. I was on cloud nine and exhausted as if I just ran a marathon. This girl was a keeper… she was smart, sensual, her English was good. She was a great dancer and the sex was one of the best I ever had. I was in a state of total bliss.
I asked her what did she want to do, if she felt like going out to eat something or go back dancing. She asked me what I wanted to do so I said I wanted to go to sleep. She said OK and I collapsed into my pillow with a huge smile spread across my face.
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It must have been just 15 or 20 minutes later, maybe even less. I opened my eyes and looked to my left. To my surprise the girl was not there. I jumped off the bed and looked for her in the living room. She wasn’t there. I checked the shower and she wasn’t there either. I looked for her shoes and realized that she was gone.
I was crushed. I went back to the bedroom and found her necklace and earrings on the bedside. Other than that – I had nothing. No phone number, no Facebook details…. nada. Everything happened so quickly that the whole night seemed like a dream, almost as if it didn’t happen at all.
I dressed up frantically and went out looking for her. I practically ran to Castle Club but it was already closed. I walked around some more but couldn’t find her.
Meanwhile a girl who I had a “running thing” with for the past few days saw me. We danced earlier that night for a minute or two and by the way she touched me I knew it was her last night in Napa. She noticed that I changed my shirt and we started talking. She was one of the girls I approached for a threesome together with Nadja, a girl who actually considered our proposal for a few minutes. I asked her why she didn’t come with us that night and she answered that Nadja seemed wasted. She then imitated the way Nadja used to flip her eyes. I told her that she was just nervous and acting a little snobbish (she was a 9 borderline 10 – of course she was).
As much as I was crushed by my girl vanishing like that – I felt like gaming more. The girls’ disappearance was such a disappointment that it felt almost like a failure. I gamed this girl I was talking with, who I knew had a thing for me, and who I liked. She was pretty wasted, I guess because it was her last night, and quickly threw herself at me. She told me that she liked my smile, my chin, my eyes, the way I was dancing and finally called me a fox (Nadja and a Polish girl a few months ago called me that too). At some point I kissed her but she quickly backed off. I realized that it wouldn’t work… As much as she liked me she made a decision not to go with me that night and I perfectly well knew why – over the previous nights she saw me with many other girls and she didn’t want to be “another number”. A few days later, over a Facebook chat, she confirmed this by saying that she didn’t want to “share me” with other girls. She then demanded that I’ll open a Vkontakte account and tell her “everything about me”.
At about 06:00 AM we parted and I made my way back home. I passed two cute young girls and threw some bait their way. They said something back but didn’t stop. I continued walking and then a local guy shouted at me “get the fuck out of here”. I turned to him and asked why. He said “For talking with the wrong girls”.
I looked at him and thought about my options. He was huge, obviously a bodybuilder. He seemed either drunk, on cocaine or on both and his arms were thicker than my head. I said “no problem man” and extended my hand for a handshake. He pushed me away and said “go away! fuck off before I kill you”. He not only wanted me to leave but to humiliate me as well. I again took some time to think over the situation but before I could say anything else, he came closer to me and repeated his threat: “go away or I’ll kill you!”
I didn’t really have a choice. I was alone, he was local and could have literally kill me with one blow. I shamefully backed off and went away. I felt humiliated and powerless, like a 14 years old school boy who is being pushed around by the class bully. I was fucking pissed… If I had a gun I would have blown his head off.
Between Jeni vanishing, the other girl being all over me but refusing to fuck me, and the Nazi – I was crushed. I slowly walked back to my room and crashed into my bed. It was another night of adventure, debauchery, sadness, fear and confusion. That’s the Van of Victory right there: equal parts victory equal parts honest to god shame.
The following nights I kept hoping that I’ll meet Jeni again, but I never did. I have her earrings and necklace as a souvenir… quantum of solace.
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In the morning the Nazi was forgotten. Little did I know that in the following days I’ll perfect 007 Game, bedding 5 more girls in just 7 nights out.
To be continued
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