Ukraine Summary

The trip began pretty normally. Arriving on Wednesday, beers with the Roosh V lads, and a night out in in Shooters, where I aimed early for the hottest blonde I could identify (a 19 year old student). I was due to meet her next day but I pushed way too hard like a horny novice with this one and she blocked me on Instagram. I had almost 3 weeks for fucks sake – no need to push it like it was a weekend stag-do mentality.

The next day I did a few sets – 9 in total. Couple of numbers, Instagram and instant date. I also had a Tinder date that night with a brunette I was necking on with in dark alleyways. The next few days were more of the same. With Instagram closes, numbers, instant dates and Tinder pipelining (for what it’s worth). All the while my Russian (in Estonia) was in constant touch (which I liked). I even woke up to a message from her where she basically said outright that she didn’t trust me, and that I was likely to find “something better” in Kiev (she’s an all day long 10 for fucks sake). I brought her back on board quickly, but in retrospect, I had by now added probably 10 Ukranian females to Instagram. She would have been aware of this.

Saturday saw a strong IOI from a blonde Ukranian in TS Park and an easy number close. Spoke perfect English and was in good employment. We met Sunday and she insisted on paying for me and even cautioned me (with some disgust) about the Ukranian Female Mentality. She had an American boyfriend who was visiting next week. I banged her that afternoon. Started to notice increasing numbers of girls who are after a quick English lesson and free coffee, as well as increasing numbers of shit, cheap tattoos as well as ‘fashionable’ self-harm scars on their forearms. I don’t remember seeing much of this over the last few years in Kiev.

Saturday night saw me pop into Shooters to meet a mate for one drink before we were due to head to another joint. I got a strong IOI off a blonde employee as I ordered my gin and tonic and retreated to the area behind the bar where I could stand and observe. She left the bar area and walked over to me, standing no more than two feet away. She was stunning. A natural blonde, perfect features, slim body and obvious tits. I turned to her and looked intently at her. We started talking for a few minutes. I was playing the disinterest game, barely registering her as I cast my attention across the club. A few minutes later she returned to the bar. I finished my drink and caught her eye and walked toward her, took my phone from my pocket and placed it on the bar, “Instagram”, I stated. She duly obliged and I walked out without a smile or a goodbye. The process was repeated in Coyote Ugly with an analogue of her (only this time a brunette). Employee took interest with strong IOI and I took her to the quiet area and we talked and exchanged details.

Anyway, Shooters Blonde. Started talking the next day and she told me it was her 21^stbirthday. I had messaged her early morning with the whole “surprised you’re up at 9am” bullshit and she said she didn’t finish work until 8am. I threw my 1 in 1000 wildcard down and said ‘come over for a cuppa’. She was out for her 21st that evening but was receptive to coming to mine afterwards. She didn’t, but she did the next night. She brought green tea and paid for her taxi to mine at midnight. Basic escalation from Kitchen to bedroom and I teased her as we sat on the bed. She started finger prodding my ribs so I knew it was on. She was very horny and when it started, she went into this crazy moaning, twisting vibe, forcing her pussy onto my legs before I had even undressed her. Incredible how so many girls go into this uncontrolled mode when horny. Perfect arse, tits and the best pussy I have ever seen on a girl. She told me when she first saw me, that I had reminded her of her Dad……..

The next night had another date with a 20 year old Tinder date (who was turning 21 tomorrow). Got her back to mine after a bottle of wine in a bar nearby. She wouldn’t put out and messaged me later to say that she has seen/heard it all before with Western men who are just after one thing. Didn’t see her again.

Ended up on Gidropark with a girl I had night-gamed. Her cute pal came down and we sunbathed for 6 hours, couple of leisurely beers and conversations. Was a cool day. We then left for seafood not too far from Podil. Sat in a nice restaurant I loaded a few pictures to my Instagram story – one of which – was me and the two girls having dinner. To my left was sat two older women and two younger men and one punchy looking guy. The latter would not stop trying to hold eye contact with me. I became increasingly aware of this. A couple of occasions I held him for a couple of seconds and felt my blood getting up, but for the sake of the girls (and likely me) I said nothing. The guy looked like he could handle himself despite being overweight, while the younger lads were tall and ripped. I felt things were going to go south for some reason. As our mains arrived, I noted one of the girls didn’t have a fork so I went to the entrance to get one. The guys on the table must have thought I was going inside to the bathroom, because when I turned around to leave the foyer, two of them were there, staring at me, a couple of feet behind me. They were following me into the bathroom. I returned to the table, cool, but preparing. Looking at the street. The whole fight/flight conundrum was now acutely fighting away in my rational mind. We ate our main and they began to finish up on the adjacent table, clearing away multiple lobster meals. A black SUV pulled up and the three men got into it, with Mr Eye Contact taking half a bottle of vodka with him as he went.

We left, had a drink in Podil, said goodbye to one of the girls and me and my date took the train back to mine. Or at least that was the plan. For the last hour all I could think about was the Russian girl from Estonia. What was I doing here when I had a clear 10 who made me laugh, was great to be with, and was little more than two hours away from me. It dawned on me that I had pushed these feelings down, just below my sub-consciousness. My rational mind had whispered to me,

“The language, distance, age and cultural differences preclude anything. Now keep fucking other things. Don’t think, just do”.

All I wanted to do was talk to her. I explained to my date that we needed to rain-check and we went our separate ways.

I arrived back to my apartment and messaged the Russian – to which she replied

‘do not message me again – rest in good company of other girls” (the Instagram story).

I tried to explain that we needed to talk and I was coming to see her. But her guard was up. Emphatic no. Didn’t trust me. But I booked the flight all the same.

Without going into the morbid detail. I travelled to the border of Russia, to Narva, to try and see her. I messaged her a meeting point and she never turned up. I summed it up by sending a picture of us both with the message ‘this was real’ as the train pulled out of Narva to return me to Tallinn for my flight to Kiev. On the flight I reviewed all our Viber/Whatsapp chats and it was clear she had feelings for me. 10% of her Instagram photos were us/things we did (including pictures of us). She deleted all of this. I had hurt her, and she was showing me this. It is clear that she had doubts too – distance and trust, but she was getting out early, before she banked more pain. My inability to see that a high value girl will walk, despite what all the Twitter/“Game Philosophy” of treating them mean to keep them keen is largely bullshit that only works on 6s and 7s, or very poor quality 8s. Any high value girl with a traditional mind-set will take the pain in the short-term for she knows her value, and the more importantly, the value of her time, especially as she hits her mid-20s. A woman with standards and a traditional mindset will walk, and walk early, despite the chemistry. I will genuinely miss this woman.

Kiev was now (and had been since I realised the depth of my feelings for the Russian) a waiting room. I had lost any urge to daygame, and my interest in women had practically gone. Despite this, I had a couple of dates with ‘shoelace girl’ a very hot woman I had night-gamed in the street. The date at the zoo was especially cool, conducted under Google Translate. I escalated hard all across the afternoon, trying for the bounce home to hers or mine. She loved how tactile I was and laughed hard at my filthy suggestions. She had superb tits and a gorgeous little arse that I made sure my hands experienced all day. She’s actually in England in July but like everything with Ukranian girls, you just don’t know. I should add that the first date was cut short by her ex who had stalked her to the date. He appeared calm at first and asked me to leave, before threatening to call police and mafia, before crying his eyes out. She’s a 9. He’s a 3. Shit you not. Got a video to prove it.

Few other dates and experiences I have missed off here, including two stunning Ukranian girls I had met in Barman Diktat who thought I was going to cover their 4k bill. Not tonight ladies. And the girl who was paddle boarding in the Narva River. I was lying there, resting and sunbathing. I had been ordered to rest by my mates, exhausted, drained, mentally worn down after a long week in Kiev and tested by the Russian. The girl on the paddle board…a solid 9. She had location tagged her pictures on Instagram and I added her and sent her a message. She said she saw me on the beach, asked why I didn’t say hello. She’s married. And has been sending me all sorts of seductive pictures…(one of which is on twitter).

And that’s basically that.