A week in Estonia

I’d been looking forward to this trip for some time; eager to make up for the punishment of Ukraine, and the wasted trip to Narva which formed a part of that adventure (but see below). I had spent much of this last month rinsing away the attraction for the Hot Blonde Estonian girl; working hard, hitting the gym, and generally doing things right with good diet and good thinking. So when the day came to pack my little 20 litre rucksack I felt fresh, clean and motivated. 
I started the trip on a Saturday having my first pint in weeks (minus a few glasses of wine) in a Newcastle pub. I had 90 minutes to spare before I boarded my train to Edinburgh.  I was waiting for a mate who also happened to be town, when a small cute girl prodded my ribs and said, “you must think I’m mad laughing here on my own” (turns out she was updating her Snapchat story as she waited to get served). We started talking and she was a 19 year old local, out with her 74 year old grandfather. She told me all about the Saturday routine they have which involved pints and shots. She was cute, smiley and drunk. My mate arrived and I chose seats next to the girl. After 10 minutes upped to leave and turned to me and blew me three kisses. Like a douche I sat there and smiled and waved. Not a good start for a man who was supposed to be going after things.  

I arrived in Edinburgh and decided to find a pub that offered some scope for opening women. I eventually found a place as I walked toward my hostel.  I ordered a beer and sat down next to two girls. Both plain, but foreign looking. After a few moments I initiated conversation and they were both keen to talk. They were 19 and 20 respectively.  Both from Germany and visiting Edinburgh for a week. We ordered more drinks and the interaction became very relaxed and free-flowing. The 19 year old went to the toilet and her friend stared at me and said “she’s a virgin.  She just needs a man to just take charge“. We left for another bar and I started to push the conversation with the virgin. Her friend was by now getting horny, given the kino and eyes. It was blatantly obvious. But I was mindful I had to be up at 4am and it was now getting on for 1am. We swapped Instagram details. My hostel was merely seconds away, and before I had even climbed into bed I’d received an inbox. They wanted to come drink beer with me. I had a two bed dorm that I’d booked for me so that no-one was likely to roll in at daft o’clock and piss all over me as he climbed into bed. Long story short. No threesome, but the virgin listened to her mate being slowly banged before I crashed. They were still there in the morning as I left at 4:30am. 

Later that morning I stepped off the plane into glorious 30 degree sunshine in Tallinn and headed straight to the apartment for a shower and a change, before heading off to my favourite spot for a coffee and a few sets. I won’t go into detail here as I posted each set on my Twitter feed. That night I headed into the Old Town and walked the streets for 15 minutes before sitting on one of the chairs by Saloon Pub to people-watch. I noticed a very cute blonde carrying a Sports Direct bag amble up the street at a snails-pace. She absently stopped, and then double-backed to stare into the Esti shop to my right, Was that an IOI?! I asked myself *… I decided to approach and opened her. The set developed well, with a nice conversation. I invited her for a drink and she accepted. She was blonde, beautiful and 19 years old. I bought us wine and we immersed ourselves in conversation. I sat there, relaxed, dominant frame. Arm draped over my comfortable chair, looking at her. From time to time I would glance at her thighs and her neck as she was in-sentence. She started to repay the favour, staring at my arms for that fleeting second before shaking her head and saying, “Sorry, I got distracted there“. It was a clear invite. I stood up and leaned down and placed my lips on her neck, kissing, biting. She moaned and her body went into convulsion. I sat back down and her eyes were wide and glazed. We continued this little game for another 30 minutes. Conversation, neck kisses and her hands on my arms and ass. I looked at her and said. “Come on, we’re leaving“. As we moved to the exit she asked where we were going, to which I replied, “Back to mine“. At this point she started to come back down to earth as I searched for a taxi. She asked if we could sit in the park for a while so I agreed as there was a wait on taxis. Things escalated as we sat there together. Her legs over mine, my hands moving up between her thighs and under her skirt, eventually fingering her on the bench. It was now around midnight and her housemate was calling her phone. I was pretty exhausted and was ready to head home with or without her. I walked her to her housemate who was another very hot girl around 20 years old but of mixed-Chinese origin. *Turns out it was an IOI. She had seen me sat down and said she had absently changed her direction of travel over to where I was sitting. 

The next day I continued to game and generally relax. I had two dates lined up that night, one a girl I had approached yesterday and another girl I had gamed back in May. The former date was a bit unusual. No chemistry. She said she had been a bit crazy in the past by shaving her head and backpacking over Australia on a whim. She was very robotic and had a hard outer-shell which I didn’t have the inclination to get past. The other girl I had spoken with a lot. She’d lived in the UK for several years. A cool girl, good fun, pretty and warm. But it felt more like friends. I kissed her but wasn’t into it, and i don’t think she was either. 

The next day, after a couple of hours gaming, I decided to head back to my apartment. I stopped by one of the small 7/11 type supermarkets to grab a beer and basically just chill in the sun Gopnik-style. Being a good, diligent Daygamer however, I was always on red-alert as I made my across the cheese section of the delicatessen. An older bird in a red dress caught my eye. I made forced eye-contact and she reciprocated. Moments later, after timing my departure perfectly (she just joined the line as I was bagging my single can of beer) I stared and smirked. She turned to her friend, a larger more Finnish/British looking unit and made reference to my interest: this shit is on, I thought, as I made my way outside awaiting her exit. Seconds later, she came out and I made my move. Instantly, the Unit was in front of us with “no no no she’s married she’s married” platitude. The girl shooed her away and we swapped numbers. The Unit warmed to me and was all smiles. We departed and messages were exchanged. I sat in the sun appreciating the rays with my beer. I told the woman (who i’d now learnt was Ukranian) to meet me back at the supermarket in one hour. Dutifully, she did. The process was straightforward and I led her the 50 yards into my apartment and upstairs. Music on, wine opened, coffee poured and small-talk ensued. Massage was provided, before i picked up the little 5″3 brunette and nailed her on my sofa. I had to hurry her along as it was by now approaching 8pm and I had arranged to meet a rather stunning Estonian blonde (admittedly with her friends) in a wine joint. I had a cool night with this very savvy icy blonde who doled out shit-test after shit-test with an artistic verve and flair. Bon Mots like “Will you promise not to fall for me like all the others do” were rebuffed with “No danger: I don’t date over 25s. In the end, after much wine and great food, her friend was about to leave (as a clear third wheel) she grabbed my arm and said, she was leaving too. Leaning into me she whispered, “I’m worried what will happen between us if I stay out” I played it ice-cool. A great girl and one for another trip. 

I took the bus to Narva next day and was pleased to find a hot little brunette at the rear of the bus, and an older blonde next to me on my right. For 3 hours I talked with the older blonde who was also heading to Narva. She sat ridiculously close, inches away from my face, staring into my eyes. I got her number and arranged to meet her for a drink that night. She was a scientist working in Austria; back for one night visiting her parents. I didn’t message her in the end. Didn’t want to detract from her family which were clearly way more important than me. I messaged my airbnb host and she informed me she was outside the apartment. She looked really cute on her demure profile picture but I was especially surprised when I saw her. I started making conversation unrelated to the apartment, treading the line between comfort and interest. Once I was settled in I went for a walk down to the Narva River looking over toward Russia. It was a chilly but bright evening and I thought to myself how different I felt as I sipped on a beer to how I was in this exact same spot some 6 weeks ago – lamenting on the loss of the Blonde Estonian/Russian I had been seeing. We had “split up” while I was in Ukraine so I jumped on a plane to Estonia to try and ‘salvage’ the ‘relationship’. I took a deep breath and smiled at the silliness I displayed back then. Jumping from Ukraine to Estonia for a woman.
I sat there totally at ease, watching the world go by. I had previously opened three girls in the department store area and had received the number from one really cute little brunette. On my way back up into the town (it was now around 8pm and silent) I saw a black SUV turn around and take the side road I was crossing at that exact moment. The blonde girl in the passenger seat looked at me, we both stared at each other for a second in classic Holywood style slow motion. It was her, with her new fella. And then they were gone. I felt nothing but a sense of release and satisfaction. I made my back up the street to grab a beer and chill. I couldn’t believe the serendipitous nature of this moment, and the absolute beauty of it. God knows what she thought. 

My reason for visiting Narva this time was for a woman (of course) but not the Blonde Hotty I’d been seeing. Back then, exhausted and stressed, I’d been lounging on the beach. Sunbathing, drained from my lack of sleep and stress I’d noticed a stunning blue-eyed, brown-haired Slavic gym-princess. I got her Instagram and for 6-weeks or so we had communicated surreptitiously on Instagram. She was married, stunning and bored. Locked into a marriage with an insecure man who had married 6-points up on the SMV scale. So when this British rat-gentleman had appeared, and was evidently willing to provide the unspoken thing with no expectations and demands, well, her excitement button had remained pushed firmly in the Come Get Me direction. For 6-weeks I maintained a good tempo, with well balanced messages that she duly reciprocated. And so the day came and the meeting was on for tomorrow. 

Or so I thought. 

That afternoon, she had dropped off the map. The messages were ambiguous, contradictory and left little hope in my mind that this would come off. She was a hard 9, 10 even, and the type of girl many of us don’t get to experience readily. The morning came and she was back in touch but there was no commitment to meet “I’m free after 5pm” she said. That was it, I thought. Done. Over. I told her “OK, no problem. Can you tell me the train time to Tallinn please” She replied with a flurry of messages “Where are you now…And where is coffee…I have little time…send me a map“. 

It was back on. Moments later, she was pulled-up near to my apartment. I walked to her, half expecting to see four Russian Thugs encircle me as she smiled and laughed from the passenger seat of her SUV, but I was relieved to see it was simply her. We greeted with a hug and I led her to my apartment. Translation courtesy of Google. We chatted and laughed and looked into each others eyes. It turns out her husband has placed a tracker on her vehicle. He doesn’t know she knows…
The sex was immediate and amazing. A stunning, feminine, sensual and submissive girl. I had her twice in the hour we spent together. Even now, back in the UK, she messages me and wants to repeat the adventure. I think it was by now 11am and I was due to check out at 1pm so I messaged the hot airbnb girl for instructions. I was about to hit send and paused. I felt good. Full of confidence. On cloud nine. So I deleted the “hey where shall I leave the key” and said instead “Look, I think you’re nice. Grab a coffee with me” she replied immediately saying “I wish you had of mentioned this last night. I’m taking a bus to St. Petersburg at 2pm“. I offered a simple solution of a coffee meet/key handover once she had finished packing. She agreed and said she’d meet me at the apartment. We met at 1pm and it was a super fun hour together. I walked her down to the bus station where her friends were waiting. As they were boarding she came back to me and asked if I had got my ticket for my 2:15 bus to Tallinn. She actually instigated a hug and it was goodbye. Been messaging ever since and a meeting is arranged for the end of August. 

That night I rolled out with one of the Roosh V lads and we drank way too much. He tried to game a blonde I’d dated earlier in the year. Her face was like thunder. The night was a vodka soaked mess. No pulls. Just a 6am return home and the hangover from hell. Later that day, the Georgian I’d banged in April came over and she cooked. The sex is real good with her. She has a boyfriend in Finland but she loves sex. She’s agreed to a threesome if I find the girl. It’s her job to do this. She’ll come round. 
And that was that. I flew out next day after a super little week. Obviously some missed opportunities and I seem to have mishandled the hot 19 year old I Instadated. She would have been a cherry on a nice little cake indeed. 
But all said and done I loved the trip. Rolling solo in daygame is a real test of being a man. Placing yourself in a situation where you are a stranger and making things happen in a foreign land is a lost art in the annals of modern masculinity. But there are those of us who keep the fire burning. 

Cheers lads

BroodingSea