I could write an endless witter summarising and detailing my two-weeks abroad in early March, but I will for the sake of brevity try to stick to the main points and give you all a taste that I hope does it some justice.

The aim of my trip was to visit three new countries and have a daygame dabble in each of them. My itinerary was:

• two days in Bucharest
• six days in Belgrade
• four days in Stockholm

I booked this trip in early February one Saturday evening sat at home after a few beers. I had itchy feet and a desire to get off my usual beaten track so I opened my laptop and made the commitment, booking my flights over a two hour period. I had heard good things about Belgrade and Stockholm, while most guys who had visited Bucharest didn’t have too much positive to say about it. My aim of course was to do some daygame and generally explore some some new cities in the spirit of travel and doing new things. I left with the latter goal firmly at the forefront of my mind – and I can honestly say any pussy was deemed a bonus.

Bucharest

I arrived in Bucharest early on the Wednesday morning and checked into my AirBnB and went straight out for a stroll. My initial impressions were a rather drab city without a lot of aesthetic beauty. The Old Town area has a lot of cheap British seaside style bars and I imagine this would probably be a pretty good place for younger guys running bar game on the weekends with good scope for sleazy sets. The girls were largely all cut from the same cloth with a remarkably similar look: lots of grungy students and alternative types, with the odd diamond in the rough. I did one or two sets but did not get much off the ground with the exception of a pretty hot air hostess who sadly cancelled our date but wanted to meet on the weekend (by which time I was long gone). I don’t want to go into too much detail on Bucharest as my time on the ground was limited. Would I go back? Based on what I saw, no. The city just lacked a charm and warmth to me but I feel in the summer months there could be some good scope for mischief for sure.

Belgrade

I arrived in Belgrade and checked into my hotel around 6pm and met up with Krauser for a beer and a catch up. I hit the pints but he was off the sauce. We visited a few bars and went our way. On the way down Knez as I made my way to my hotel I saw an obvious vampire and the set took off leading to a number close. “Belgrade is a piece of piss!” I chuckled to myself as I smugly made my way back to my hotel. I got up the early the next morning for breakfast and was out on the street by 11am. I had a couple of hours to kill before meeting Nick so decided to have a crack at the birds. This is where the first of the wheels came off and my reality check began to take shape. I think I did four or five sets that were hard No’s or sneering disinterest. “Relax, it’s a small sample size“, I said to myself and cracked on with another two that led to blow outs. Nick turned up and I put on a brave face and conveniently forgot to tell him about my initial immersion into Belgrade daygame. We walked the city and he gave me a solid on-boarding experience before he left for the airport for a flight to Georgia. Determined to succeed, I grabbed my shovel and proceeded to dig a larger hole for my ego as I encountered boyfriend objections and flat disinterested girls over the next day. It wasn’t until the afternoon that I encountered an extremely hot Macedonian girl who liked my pitch and we swapped Instagram. She was leaving that day but we have remained in touch and she is often in Belgrade. I had a couple of pints and opened a few girls but could get nothing off the ground. I was encountering boyfriend objections and for around 10 sets I think I only had the one lead to show for it.

Squalor SDL

I went to Belgrade to meet hot, high-value smart Serbian women. The girl I saw walking towards me was not Serbian. She was a Chinese girl, 23 and a PhD student. She had a long black coat on and underneath the most fucking tiny dress you could imagine. She had a great body and was very fuckable. Of course, I opened her as I was dangerously horny and she hooked immediately with lots of proximity IOI and big dopey spazzy eyes. I knew what was coming next. I could not resist the orders that my penis was barking at me. I suggested we have a walk and she dutifully agreed. I simply walked her to my hotel and upstairs to my room. She was a little nervous at first and asked if we could watch a movie but I could see she was getting caught up in the moment. I placed her on the bed and and it was as easy as that. I finished off by blowing four days of noxious, thick semen into her mouth and I chuckled as she ran to the bathroom to cough it all up. It was at this point, some 25 minutes after meeting her that I realised I had probably just claimed the record for the world’s fastest SDL. She came out of the bathroom and made signs that she wanted to stay. I wanted to go out and wanted to be on my own, however. Despite her great body and tits, I had my eyes on some solo-game and a pint on Republic Square. I slyly messaged Brisey to call me and pretend that he had been locked out and he played a blinder:

Me: “Mate…what? Where are you now. Jesus you’re drunk do you even know where you are?”

Brisey: [deadpan] “Yes mate. I’m locked out” sober as a fucking judge.

With the girl gone I went for a beer on Republic Square and had a debrief with Brisey on the phone. It was a crazy experience but left me a little internally conflicted as I had not gone to Serbia for a Chinese but to sample the luscious Serbs. Over the next day or two I continued doing a few approaches in the main daygame areas and met some girls that didn’t really develop into anything positive in-set. After a couple of mini-meltdowns and various voice notes to lads who have spent a lot of time in Belgrade the advice was all largely the same: daygame is not the best way to meet girls there. Despite the advice, I decided to revise my approach and got away from the main daygame drag and this is when results started to improve. Long story short, I met three girls, two of which are beautiful Serbian girls that I have continued to get to know on a daily basis since I have been back in the UK. I had a date with one of them and it was a great experience. A really hot girl with a great body and a seemingly great outlook on life with real standards. I really enjoyed the date with her and didn’t blow things up by trying to seduce her after one date. I feel certain that I would have blown it had I tried. I am returning to Belgrade in May and will send a month there with the aim of hopefully dating these girls and potentially getting out of this nonsense with one of them. Girls like these don’t grow on trees and I admire their character and views in life based on what we discuss and their investment with me. As a whole I find Belgrade a very interesting place. At times the quality can be very poor but then out of the blue you get a legitimate stunner appear from nowhere. Is it better than Warsaw for quality? I would say emphatically not, but then it depends on what types of women you prefer. I have one guy coming for coaching with me in Belgrade and despite cautioning him that it can be a hard place for advanced guys (never mind beginners) he was wants to jump in all the same. This should be interesting. The girls here front-load their rejections hard. This is a blessing or a curse depending on how thick your skin is.

Stockholm

It was 20 degrees when I left Belgrade and -15 in Stockholm. There had been some fierce blizzards over the last 48 hours and there was a brutal wind chill. I checked into my hotel and was pleasantly surprised to get an upgrade to one of the best suites. I looked out of the window and shuddered at the thought of going out into those streets. Did I stay in my warm hotel room? Did I fuck. I was out there making things happen. In contrast to Belgrade, girls back-load their rejection meaning it is easy to get numbers but a lot of the ensuing conversations fizzle out. Sure, I obtained some good leads, but given the fact I was only there for a few days it proved pretty tricky to get them out. I had two dates with a Russian girl that went no-where and had a few others that were right on the edge of meeting.

On Friday evening I met up with one of the local lads and I opened a stunning blonde Swiss girl. Instant date. Several drinks and then she agreed to come back to mine. She sat on the sofa in a beautiful tight black dress, her blonde hair a sprawl. I went back to the hotel bar for a bottle of wine. I was almost shaking at how hot this girl was. I made my way back up to ask her what colour she wanted as I had stupidly forgot to ask. I sat down next to her and she commented about how amazing my room was and asked how old I was. I told her I was 35, figuring that she knew I was in this ball park age-range. Then the horror started. I felt the terror grow in my stomach as I watched the life drain out of her eyes and say that I was too old, and she thought I was 29 or 30. She said she could not be with anyone almost her Fathers age. She got up and left. I watched her walk along the street and climb into her Uber, and then she was gone. I barely slept in shock and frustration.

I have written about this before: age-cohort dating, young guys in their late 20’s and early 30s are for the most part trading in an equitable market and simply utilising age-cohort dating. There is nothing remarkable or valuable that they can teach me. Men in their 40s, and men like me are not able to utilise age-cohort dating – and this is where real game is played. We win some and lose some.

Stockholm is flakey. As a feature of this flakiness I arranged three dates for my last night and watched in horror as they all slowly dropped off across the late afternoon. Sickened, I decided to make my way back to my hotel and freshen up before having a last roll of the dice with some bar game. I was just about to turn into my hotel when I had a change of heart and decided to get a couple of beers from the 7/11. I was cutting through the park when I saw a leggy blonde walk past me. Long blonde hair and very regal looking. I opened her and she hooked well. She was a model and had been at a show that day and hearing back to her hotel to grab some clothes. I suggested a quick wine at my hotel bar and she agreed.

“I think we should do a bottle” I said with a cheeky grin. She agreed and I balked slightly at the £80 quid bill for the Malbec, “Just put it on my room“, I said. A bit of comfort chat and before long I was waxing lyrical about the views from my hotel room. We made our way up and you all know what happened next. An absolutely incredible SDL with a Swedish model I had met through sheer serendipity – choosing to duck back out of my hotel and head to the 7/11 for a beer, led to our paths crossing perfectly in the park as a result.

In daygame we get nothing if we don’t push ourselves. I spent three days in sub-zero temperatures (not that cold really you get used to it) exploring a simply beautiful city, walking, taking pictures and speaking to girls. I didn’t use weather-cope to justify staying home, I didn’t say daygame season hasn’t started yet and I didn’t give up and quit. The next day, as I went for my train, I opened another gorgeous 18 year old blonde who I am still speaking to and potentially going back to see in Midsommer.

And the £80 wine? I ended up getting it for free.

As ever, I am available for 1-2-1 coaching across 2023 in a range of cities. I also hope to have my book completed by Summer.

BroodingSea, March 2023