| OK, I'm in Bucharest, it's my first night here not going out. Got laid twice in the last two nights. The first one is a ballerina... ... My wing, on his first day here, got picked up by a girl who has a boyfriend, she texted him asking for permission to bang my wing. I told you - in Romania sex is looked at totally differently than in most other countries. I guarantee that Stelar was not bullshiting. If you don't believe me just come here and you'll see for yourselves . The old town has about 25 bars, I went solo from bar to bar until I found the right girl, did dancefloor game, pulled out for a close. It's never been so easy like here. I'll write posts about that but I'm too busy now, but here is what my friend wrote about being picked up, I copy paste it here:
"ALONE riding around Bucharest’s old city on a Monday night, not really looking for anything in particular, just exploring the city and its SPAM, I stop randomly to check my email. As I sit on my bike starring at my phone, I suddenly look up and see that a beautiful dark skinned Woman in a sexy black dress is starring at me. I stare back, she doesn’t break eye contact, I smile, she smiles, she gives me a suggestive shrug, and I turn back to my phone. She’s sitting at a table with two men and another woman and I’m not sure I feel like entering the situation. She gives me another look over her shoulder and turns to her friends. I bike a few meters then decide I can’t pass this up. I lock my bike against a lamppost and double back to the table.
As I approach the table the Woman in Black perks up and looks at me. “Are you Brian”, she asks. “What?” I respond. “What’s your name”, she says. “Aaron.” I sit down. “Oh, I thought you were my friend Brian, he’s from Montana. You really look like him.” “Nope I’m Aaron, from Canada, nice to meet you.” I’m introduced to the friends as the waitress shows up. I decide to order a beer and settle in with these people. I begin to speak with the man sitting across from the Woman in Black, his name is Manuel, ignoring her for the time being, I answer his questions about Canada. “Yes marijuana is quite popular, no you’re unlikely to get into trouble with a small amount.” “I have a friend in Ottawa, the woman in Black pipes in.” “That’s nice I reply.” And I turn back to guy.” After a little more banter I turn back to the Woman in Black and ask how everyone knows each other. “Oh we just met”, she says. “Interesting”, I say, and turn my body toward her. I notice as she pulls her dress up to reveal her knees, which are pointed in my direction. I put my hand on her knee and look her in the eye as she asks me the usual questions. What are you doing here? What do you do? etc….
Meanwhile, Manuel, who seems to have noticed what’s going on, starts to help me. He steers the conversation toward the Woman in Black’s sexuality and the how to impress and seduce a Romanian woman. “You must be direct and demonstrate what you want he says.” Then he looks at me and says. “You need to relax a little more.”I feel like you’re still an outsider, but you are already welcome, be yourself close the gap.” I try to do what he says and warm to everyone, as I get closer to the Woman in Black.
I tell the Woman in Black that this is my first night traveling alone in a long time. Usually, I’m with a friend, we’ve been driving across Europe, I say. She says, “Its good that you’re alone, probably I wouldn’t stare and smile if you were with someone else.” I feel the sexual tension surge. I say, reflectively, “It’s true, if I was with my friend its unlikely I would have come and sat here with you guys in this particular situation.
The Woman in Black decides to bring up a picture of Brian, the guy looks exactly like me, a spitting image, the straight haired version of myself. “Whoa!”, I say. “You see, says the Woman in Black”. I told you –you look exactly the same.” “Is Brian gay”, Manuel says. “No I can tell you with 100% certainty that Brian’s not gay”, she exclaims. “Was he a good lover,” I ask. She smiles. “He was sweet”, she says. I stare into her eyes. “I can do better,” I say. The Woman in Black smiles and says. “I’ll have to ask my boyfriend. He’s French and he’s in France right now. We actually met Brian together at Cannes.” I’m thrown off. This is something new. “I’m pretty sure he’ll say yes,” she smiles again. I nod, somewhat confused."
I cannot post the whole thing here, google will punish me for double content. Read the rest on my blog, the link is in my signature. _________________ Perpetual Travel, Seduction & Financial Freedom - Check out my blog: http://vanofvictory.com
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