Three days in Riga

I write this post several weeks after my return, and on the day before another trip to….Riga.

What what! A daygame trip outside of Poland I hear you ask! Over the next 12 months I hope to add several new cities and countries to my list while keeping my Polish nest warm. What better way to begin my adventures than with a £15 return flight to Riga. It was my first trip to Latvia, although I have visited the Baltic (Estonia three or four times over the last four years).

From the plane touching down, clearing security and ordering my taxi to unpacking my weekend bag at the hotel was a not more than 30 minutes. These daygame trips really do help identify the shortcuts in time efficiency. Having made such haste I decided to walk the 2km or so into the Old Town area for a preliminary pint look and feel. The streets were empty, a smattering of empty bars were open and the general energy felt extremely flat – even for a Monday. This didn’t bother me. I have always felt attracted to the low-key as much as the glitz and noise. I sat there in one of the few bars that was open and felt excited – but very cold. Thanks to NATO and the USA, the Latvians are already cutting right back on both inside and outside heating. After an hour or so of punishment, I arrived back at my hotel and relaxed on the balcony with a beer reflecting on life, and taking in the view from the 9th floor.

My intention was to dedicate Tuesday to direct daygame with a view to getting a couple of dates lined up over Wednesday and Thursday.

Performance

Sets: 22 (one of these was at Riga airport on Friday morning – girl travelling to Newcastle – Insta).

Numbers: 4

Instagram: 6

Dates: 3

Lays: 1

I had a date with a Moldovan girl on Wednesday night and three dates lined up for Thursday but sadly the hotter of the three cancelled. In terms of set-volume, this started well, but I took my foot off the gas big time on Wednesday (only did 4 sets) while doing no sets on Thursday. I basically spent Thursday morning in the gym and most of the afternoon in a museum, before having my first date at 6pm.

Moldovan Lay

She was a slightly older woman, late 20s but carried that effortless sexual femininity that only EE girls possess. Well dressed, heels and tights and a coat – dressed for Autumn. I recorded the set and it went well. The texting process was incredibly smooth and there was no objection to meeting up at my hotel bar. This is where it got a little problematic. She arranged to meet me at 7pm but didn’t arrive until 10pm. By this point I had enjoyed a few beers and was totally disinterested in doing anything. She messaged me to say she was in the bar area so I breathed a sigh and made my way down in the lift. The bar area and restaurant area was closed but I purchased a bottle of wine from the hotel reception bar and we sat together in the rear of the restaurant area – a somewhat unusual ambience given the fact that the lights were basically all turned off. After 15 minutes or so she suggested we go outside to smoke. This was my opportunity. I suggested that we go upstairs to smoke and enjoy the view from my balcony instead. She looked at me as if to say,

‘I’m NOT going up to your room’

But I simply shook my head and said,

‘Come on, don’t be silly. Nothing is going to happen – it’s a nice view – lets me adults and just enjoy the experience’. She agreed.

I tried to pour her another wine but she was driving so I filled my glass and we stood outside and talked. She was very testy and keen to question me on several aspects of my life. I was nonchalant – being evasive but flirty. My first couple of escalatory attempts were rebuffed but it wasn’t long until I had her pressed up against my bedroom wall, my hands exploring her firm pantyhose-clad thighs. She looked very sexy – fake lips, fake tits and a super body. I slipped her dress off and bent her over my bed and began to feast on her arse and pussy. Anyway. You get the gist. Sex happened and she left 30 minutes later.

I had a couple of other dates. One with a massive-titted 18-year old that went well and we were in comms even up until yesterday (November 1st) until we had a terminal fall-out. The most notable date was with a girl who entered the vape shop just after me. A lithe, leggy feline brunette in tight jeans. I left he shop and crossed the road waiting for her to leave. The set wasn’t spectacular (I may upload this one to YouTube) and we swapped Instagram. Comms ensued and we agreed to meet for a drink at 7pm the following day. She only had a couple of hours as she had agreed to go see her mother to see a live music act in a local bar. We sat down on a sofa and drank some Riga Black Balsam together. She was a classic EE girl: reserved, dignified and composed – unwilling to open up. A couple of hours into the date she asked me if I wanted to join her and her mother at the bar. My initial take was that this could prove a little uncomfortable, but I decided to go anyway. The bar was largely empty and her mother was waiting at the bar – she eyed me suspiciously. Her mothers’ partner was the live act. Introductions were made and I spent the next few hours getting to know her mother while listening to the excellent live music. My date an I would leave the bar to have a quick vape and some alone time. In one of these moments, I kissed her under the stone arch of a cold, damp Riga night. By this point her frozen veneer had defrosted. There was a warmth and ease to her.

Around midnight we left. We said goodbye to her family and we walked along the river front toward my hotel. Her apartment was in the opposite direction but she insisted on walking me back along the river front. In a short date a lot had happened. I liked this woman at my side – her character. We kissed more. She wanted to walk further with me, but I insisted that she go home as it was raining. All the signs were there to take her back, but I didn’t want it in that moment. I told her to message me when she arrived home safe. I walked home in the mist. I don’t know how to describe it, but I felt so disconnected, satisfied but deeply sad in that moment.

Newcastle

What can I say about daygame in Newcastle this year. It has been appalling for all of us. The golden glow of those post-covid days is long gone. Newcastle has changed incredibly over the last two years. There is an omnipresent threat on the street. The sheer numbers of immigrants and minorities, asylum seekers milling around with their free coffee and cigarettes – staring. The White Welfare Class makes up another dominant cohort – begging and creating mayhem – fighting and shouting. The energy is off. The place feels wrong. Threat dominates the streets. British girls in their 20s are invariably the same. Drunk on beta-adulation through Tinder/Instagram DMS. Even the fat southern girls now wear leggings and crop tops – such is the sad reality that a burgeoning market exists for this kind of slop. Attitudes are off. Girls are simply fatigued, over-indulged and hugely entitled. The vast majority have too many options at their disposal and their attention span and inner-character sees them unable to think past the surface. Couple this with the harassment campaigns and its no wonder the women are the way they are. The place has changed terribly.

BroodingSea, November 2022