Euro-jaunt …chapter nine

I left Stockholm with a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. On the one hand it certainly felt like love. It felt like it had come and hit me like a freight train. On the other I felt despair. I felt I might not see Jenaya again, let alone be the one to take her virginity.
As soon as I was home I booked another flight to Stockholm. My mind was filled with visual movies about how our lives could possibly play out together. What would our house look like? How many children would we have? I knew it was futile to be thinking that way, I just couldn’t seem to be able to prevent it. I desperately wanted it to become a reality. I asked myself what was going on but my mind was helpless. Falling in love wasn’t really on the agenda and I’d only met her once.
Somehow though I felt it was right. I justified any counter argument my brain attempted to respond with. ‘Just another month until I’m back in her arms,’ I thought to myself. It was a toxic mindset. Regardless of the fact I felt my masculinity slipping away from me I knew I needed a way to keep her interested while I’d be away, so I devised a game to play by text.
‘Ok, here’s how it works,’ I wrote, ‘we both get to ask each other one question per day. There are no boundaries on what you can ask but assuming you want to decline to answer you only get two passes before I see you again in a month. Deal or no deal?’
I did a victory dance to Bon Jovi after she replied saying it sounded like fun.
‘Ok, first question, if your house was burning down and you had to run in and save 3 things, what would they be and why?’
Pushing thoughts of Jenaya to the back of my mind was never easy but I did my best. Whilst holed up in Prague’s Marabou Hostel I’d pre-booked a flight to Helsinki for a short trip there. I headed to the airport. A new environment would help appease the incessant thoughts of Jenaya. At least I still had daily contact with her.
Arriving in Helsinki it felt almost ironic to be just two hundred and forty seven miles apart in the adjoining country yet not being able to see her, but the plan was to be in Helsinki to pick up other beautiful women, not mope about obsessively thinking about just one.

It was a fresh July morning. I’d reached the city centre from the airport but had no idea how the inner city transport system worked. Google maps was telling me I had a three kilometre walk to my airbnb apartment. It was only 6.30am so way to early to check in. Instead I found a bench to sit on and meditate besides toolanlahti lake.
The great thing about Helsinki is the unique landscape. It’s the only city in Europe I know of that’s managed to intertwine urban and rural life in a beautiful symmetry. On the west side of the city you have quaint beaches with sunset views, whilst to the north and east there are pockets of forestry that have you feeling like you’ve been teleported to Canada. Even the big lake where I was sat is right besides the main railway station in the city centre.
I grew restless as I sat there waiting for the hours to pass. My bladder was starting to feel the size of a football, ‘I’ve possibly got enough urine in me to put out a small house fire,’ I thought, ‘I wonder if there’s a McDonald’s somewhere on the way to the apartment, a piss and a caramel sundae would be perfect right now.’
I began to walk, asking any passers by if they knew the way.
Eventually I found one. A retro McDonald’s with 1950’s decor is not something you see everyday. Pictures of Elvis and other rock’n’roll memorabilia hung on the walls like trophies and I listened to Buddy Holly while spooning ice-cream down my throat.
After loitering around staring at Marilyn Monroe pictures for way longer than I should have and feeling slightly more bloated than I’d like, I started walking again, stepping back outside into the warmish sunshine. It was still quite early, birds were tweeting and people in uniforms were leaving their homes to head to work.
As I began the trek to find the apartment I noticed a few stragglers returning home from an all night party. One of them, a girl dressed in denim shorts and white vest with suntanned legs, was walking further behind the rest of the group, it was to difficult to tell whether they were all together or not, but I said hi anyway. Simply asking her to double check my directions as an indirect opener, then switching it around once both our blue eyes met, “Huh, you have a limbal ring,” I told her, “it’s the dark circle that surrounds the iris, it’s a sign of beauty.” Her eyes were so peculiar and interesting there came a pause afterward where neither of us spoke, we simply stood there and stared at each other, but not in a creepy way, a respectful stare, a bit like the way someone who gets a knighthood stares at the queen. Somewhere in the distance a dog barked, I smiled, she smiled, then the conversation started again as we spoke briefly about the party she’d been too before finally exchanging numbers. It was a weak number close, I think she may have still been drunk.
Still, walking away with a belly full of ice cream and a cute girls number had me feeling ten percent happier. There was a spring in my my step which became more emphasised as my walk took me out of urban life and into a pocketed area of nature peppered with tall trees and thousands of ferns. I followed the path ground into the dirt before me while rays of sunlight blistered through the green branches leaving beams of light shining on my happy face. There were lots of trails making the terrain easy to walk on and occasionally a random finn would scoot past, usually on a bike or jogging. That city had such a vitalic vibe to it.
The deeper into the forest I walked the more it began to feel like being a thousand miles away from city life. Nothing to see but trees. Eventually apartment buildings did begin to flicker in the distance and the trees became less densely populated. On the periphery of the forested area I was surprised to see a topless man with a mustache wearing nothing but shorts and gravity boots. He was hanging upside down from a chin up bar on what seemed to be some kind of exercise yard featuring parallel bars and other various bars that I wasn’t sure the use for. It was impressive how much the finns valued living a healthy lifestyle. He waved politely as I walked by.
Arriving at the airbnb apartment I was greeted by a hunched over little old lady. Her body shape resembled something like an upside down question mark. She was extremely endearing but couldn’t speak a word of english and so Google translated that she would show me around because her son – who’s apartment it belonged to – was touring with his band in Spain. I smiled courteously and agreed to the house rules as she listed them.
The apartment was basic but clean and comfortable. It had a kind of bohemian feel to it. I was glad to have got the place at such a great price in such an expensive city. Sure it was a little further away than I would have liked but at least I wouldn’t be sharing with anybody. If adventures were to happen then the only obstacle would be walking her through the woods. I brushed that thought to the back of my mind, threw my bag down and lay down for a much needed morning nap. I was quite exhausted but didn’t want to waste the time there. Straight after a fifteen minute sleep I got myself ready. I walked back through the sunshine forest and reached the city just before lunchtime.
I went on a cruise ship around the caribbean once where I made friends with a photographer. An extremely tall gangly fellow with long hair in a ponytail. He told me he planned to buy a house in Helsinki after saving up enough money. When I asked why Helsinki, he smiled and said, “That’s were the hottest girls in the world are.”
That photographer lied. The swedish girls were better.
Finnish girls were still great though. I made eye contact with a sexy raven haired girl who was wearing face paint. When I began chatting to her it turned out there was a huge ice hockey game happening. She was on her way there. Then I started seeing people with face paint and scarfs everywhere. It made looking for actual cute girls more difficult, but then I spotted a beautiful feminine looking girl in a tight grey dress. She was extremely happy to hear what I had to say.
“I seen you from over there in this sexy dress and just had to say hi. You look like you’re wearing a huge sock.”
She giggled and asked where I was from but she didn’t say much else. It felt a bit forced but she gave me her number anyway. Her name was Senja it sounded exotic, it suited her. She was really unique looking. She didn’t have the Disney princess eyes that I adored Jenaya for. Senja’s eyes were more almond shaped, turning up at the end, they were her most distinctive feature.
I messaged Senja about an hour later and she messaged straight back. She lived a half hour outside of the city and had already left, otherwise I’d have tried to meet her again that day. She couldn’t make the following evening either but she said she would be free on my final day of my trip. It felt hit and miss whether she would show up, but there were plenty of other great looking girls to meet. The ones without the facepaint covering their faces.
The rest of that day became pretty uneventful but at least I had Senja’s semi interest to look forward to.

The next day I sat in the morning sunshine under the shade of a tree at the art cafe overlooking the Toolanlahti lake. The sun’s glare reflecting off the water somehow made me feel more at peace, ‘This is going to be a good day,’ I thought to myself.
With the sun on my back I walked into the centre. I seen multiple girls worthy of going to talk to, but despite the fact I’d probably done over one hundred approaches by this point, I still couldn’t shake off the feeling of discomfort by being watched or overheard. I blamed these anchored feelings on the weird creepy guy that followed me in Marbella, but the reality was much simpler than that. I’m an introvert, and as such I hate having the attention of several people.
Finally I spotted an adorably cute blonde with curly hair and naturally pouting lips who had turned to walk up a deserted side street. There was no reason not to approach.
She hooked straight away. Smiling and laughing at everything I said. In fact, she was so wonderfully submissive that I suggested going to sit in the park together and she agreed. ‘My first instant date,’ I grinned to myself.
Her name was Emma, nineteen years old with a dream of becoming a singer. She was perfectly beautiful and to my incredulous surprise when I leaned over to kiss her she reciprocated it. I was breaking out of all previous limiting beliefs. I was sat kissing a stunning girl I’d just met forty minutes ago in the street. I felt dizzy from the thrill of it. ‘If this is possible then maybe same day lays are possible.’ I thought. It sent a jolt of excitement through my body. Sam had told me about a girl he’d met in Poland in a book shop. They’d spoke for fifteen minutes before going to her place to fuck. It still seemed to far outside of my reality.
Sadly Emma had to leave soon after. I walked away on a high. I felt I could conquer anything. As soon as I seen another gorgeous blonde I thought, ‘I’ll repeat with her the magic that I just performed,’ but no sooner had the thought left my mind before she boarded a bus. I was still fueled by adrenaline and joy and without thinking just got on the bus myself.
“You,” I pointed, “You need to get off the bus, I need to ask you something.”
She looked up at me and her eyes spazzed, “What?” She said, “I can’t get off the bus, I’m in a hurry to be somewhere.”
“Ok, you need to quickly give me your number then so I can get off the bus before it leaves.” I told her with more confidence than Tom Cruise in his prime. Luckily the bus wasn’t due to leave for another couple of minutes and the driver wasn’t currently in his seat.
She looked at me and her eyes began to narrow before stealing my frame in a similar way to a tank flattening a fence post, “Why would I give you my number, I don’t know you and I don’t even live in Helsinki.”
“You don’t? Where do you live?” I asked.
“Tallinn in Estonia.” She replied.
I flinched a little, “Ok, well, that’s cool, here’s my phone, put your number in it.”
The corners of her mouth slowly turned into a smile and she typed in her digits.
As the driver took his seat I hurriedly jumped off and waved her goodbye, walking away feeling like superman.

On my last day I decided I’d just take it easy before the date with Senja. I still talked to a few girls but it was half arsed and without much intent. I decided to just relax, take a break, and sit on some stone steps outside one of the city malls. About ten metres or so away were a group of teenagers. They must have all been between fifteen to nineteen years old, all joking around doing what looked like impressions.
One of them had a lot of charisma and I watched as he strutted around like a rooster. He reminded me of a young Fonzie.
As I sat there watching I was surprised when an attractive girl walked by and he jumped in front of her, said something inaudible which made the girl giggle, then took his phone out of his pocket to get the girls number. ‘Cool kids,’ I thought. He seemed so confident he didn’t need to learn any of this pick-up stuff.
I sat there watching them for a little while longer. The charismatic one seemed to have what appeared to be a wingman. Another cool looking young guy who wore a brown suede jacket and black wide brim hat. They got talking to another girl and her friend who came walking by. It was fun to watch.
Then the blonde haired Fonzie said something to one of the younger members of the group. The kid jumped up and ran over to a girl about to walk into the mall. It was a blowout, but she smiled politely and walked away. He didn’t seem bothered. He began to walk away also smiling. His pathway crossed mine so I intercepted him as he walked past towards his friends. I asked him if he’d ever heard of RSD (Real Social Dynamics). They were the leading company on the planet for teaching guys how to be better with women.
“Oh my god! Dude! You need to come meet my friends!” He yelled. I laughed at his enthusiasm.
“Come on, come on!” He yanked gently at my sleeve to take me over to the area they were all hanging out. “Guys! Guys! This dude just stopped and asked me if I’d heard of RSD!”
The blonde Fonzie immediately outstreched a siver ring covered hand. “Whats up man, I’m Lucas. This is Niko, Arman, and Verner. What’s your name? You’re into pick-up too?”
I introduced myself and briefly gave them an introduction. That I’d learnt about the pick-up community and was now traveling around europe. I never told them how new I was to daygame.
They looked at me like a god. “Holy shit!” Said Lucas, “You’re like a real OG! Sit with us man! Sit with us!”
I took a seat and regaled stories of some of the adventures I’d had from spectacular pulls in bars and clubs. My favorite being stuck in the middle of South Dakota in a two-bit town called Deadwood while traveling across USA. It was a small place close to the famous Mount Rushmore. The cliff with four previous presidents faces carved into the rock. Deadwood only had a population of around a thousand people, it was nothing but a tourist trap.
None of the tourists were pretty girls though. They were all families and couples. I’d went out for drinks with my travel buddy anyway. We got a bit tipsy and he was ready to call it a night and head back to the Golden Nugget Motel. I told him to leave, to go without me, I’d stay to have one more beer.
Miraculously, like something from a movie a bachelorette party waltzed into the empty bar while I was sipping the last dregs from my bottle at the bar. We got chatting but most of them were quite hostile. They could see through my drunken intentions.
I still managed to get one of them interested in me though. I took her outside for some fresh air in a vain attempt to isolate her from the rest of the group. She complied but her chubby friend came with her. I didn’t mind to much. I was a happy drunk.
When the friends back was turned I went for a quick make-out and then we held hands while the two of us chatted. It was last orders in the bar so I suggested we go back in for a drink. We didn’t get chance, the rest of their group piled out of the bar and seemingly out of nowhere a large white mini-bus pulled up for them all to climb in. I dutifully kept hold of my girls hand and went to climb in too. I had no idea where we were going but I wanted to come along for the ride.
I didn’t get very far. A few of the girls yelled, “No men allowed!” and I got boo’ed off the bus. I looked at my girl. She just shrugged and said sorry.
I clambered out and headed back into the bar as the mini-bus left me in the dust.
“Sorry sir, serving times over.” Said the barman. I let out a sigh and walked back out into the street. As I exited the place a blur of white caught my attention. The mini-bus had turned around drove back to the bar and screeched to a halt in front of me. A door swung open, “Looks like it’s your lucky night buddy, get in.” Winked the driver. They had had a change of heart and evidently wanted some male energy to join their party. It was truly magical how it all came together.
We drove up into the black hills. Just as I was starting to think things couldn’t get much better than this we arrived at a huge log cabin. They’d booked the place for the weekend. It was colossal inside but the best part was the massive hot tub outside. Everyone started stripping off their clothes and jumping in. The whole thing was beginning to feel like a dream.
Despite the fact I was a little bit drunk I also started to feel slightly overwhelmed. I looked around at the seven young – some pretty, some not so pretty – faces and had this mild anxiety attack, I had no idea how to get back to the motel and no idea what was going to happen. The alpha female of the group was a fattish girl with a loud mouth. She sat directly opposite me and she was still looking at me with distaste.
“You’re so handsome,” one girl to my left said. “I love his accent,” giggled another girl to my right. The anxiety went away.
The portly leader of the group still had her eye on me. I watched as she leaned out of the hot tub to pick something up, it looked like some kind of magazine. Then she smiled, “I like his accent too. Read us a story,” she said.
She passed me the magazine. It wasn’t Hello or Take-a-break, or some other women’s mag. It was pornographic. “Ooooh haha! Yes! Read us a story Jack!” they all squealed.
Lucy, the girl I’d made out with was alongside me pressed up against my right side smiling. They were all smiling now. I smiled too and began reading. “He sounds like James Bond,” I heard one of them whisper.
That night was a big triumph, but it could have been so much more if I’d had the extra confidence that I have now. I read the stories and they loved it. Everybody was in a slight state of sexual frenzy but I didn’t pull the trigger. I was so intent on actually just getting laid with Lucy that I decided to play it safe and wait until everyone went to bed so she was on her own. It could have turned into an amazing wild orgy with me being the only guy if I’d handled it better but I was to conditioned by movies, religion, and the media that at the time I just wanted the Disney ending instead. I was to much of a nice guy to lead the scenario where my primal side had really wanted it to go.
One by one the girls got tired and left. There were a few minutes where it was just me and three of them left in the tub. I guess they were the most promiscuous and horny because they really didn’t want to leave. It was my job as the guy to lead and all I could stupidly think about was being alone with Lucy.
Eventually the two other girls also got tired and left too. Or maybe they got the hint to go, I’m not sure.
Then it was just me and Lucy. I remembered being inside her from behind and looking overhead at the trees and the night sky. With no light pollution there were a million stars to be seen. Even the occasional shooting star. That night could have been more epic than it was but in that moment it was one of the best nights of my life.
Lucas outstreched a hand again but this time it’s direction went to my shoulder and patted me on the back, “Brother that was a cool story.” I started to wonder if he was actually being sarcastic. “How long will you be in Helsinki?” he asked. He was disappointed when I told him it was my last day. He said he’d like to sit down together and discuss the finer aspects of game. He seemed older than he was.
For the following hour they each took it in turns asking me questions. Niko seemed especially interested in what I had to say. It was slightly odd. I felt like their guru.
When I left we all swapped numbers and social media accounts. It was time for me to get ready for my date

The plan was laid out in my mind. Walk to the nearby Toolanlahti lake. Then onwards to the pleasant small park nearby. Build comfort and rapport whilst soaking up the evening sunshine. Create a physical connection using body language gambits. Lead her to my place for anĀ eveningĀ of passion.
If only it had all played out that way.
We met outside of the Holiday Inn hotel. She looked great in tight black leggings and a coffee coloured denim jacket. She looked almost asian except for her sharp features and button nose. We made it to the park and sat on the grass under a large leafed tree. She seemed totally at ease and closed her eyes embracing the pleasurable summer heat. I briefly hatched the idea that if she were to fall asleep I could just carry her through the forest caveman style and wake her up on arrival at my place, then I thought about my back, and being a realist, decided against it.
There hadn’t been much in the way of conversation up until this point, in fact, her social skills were almost non-existent. It was hard to tell whether it was just nerves or she simply had nothing to say, but each question I asked was constantly replied with an elongated, “I don’t knowwww,” it had a kind of melody to it. A Low-high-low pitch. She was so pretty but the vague responses were kind of annoying. It began to feel so awkward and uncomfortable that I ended the date early, excusing myself with a white lie that I had to go home and pack. The truth was there was hardly anything to pack. It would only take five minutes.
I walked back to the apartment feeling deflated, my one best lead after arriving in the city had went nowhere.
Once in the apartment I shuffled into the bedroom and flicked on the TV. There was a plethora of channels including some in English. I unsealed a mammoth bag of Doritos with accompanying dip to munch through as some form of consolidation.
An hour later I deposited the key and took the evening flight home.

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