Poland Part 3: Girls, Girls, Girls and the Ultimate Cock Block

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 Poland Part 3: Girls, Girls, Girls and the Ultimate Cock Block
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Make sure to check out Part 1 and Part 2 before reading.

 

After getting the notch with the 6′ blonde girl, and it was great, I was still having trouble getting THE Polish girl out of my head. I set up another date with her. While waiting for the day of the date to arrive, I went on in my day to day.

 

“I love USA!”

I planned another date with a girl I had met online on Badoo. She was an OK looking brunette that I had been chatting with the last week or so. We were going to meet at a mall close by.

As I was walking to the mall for the date I came to a cross walk. There were no cars coming, but in Poland it’s strange because nearly EVERYBODY follows the laws to a T. As the crosswalk signal was red, I waited and noticed a cute blonde girl standing next to me, also waiting.

I saw my chance. “Excuse me, but do you know how to get to the mall around here,” I asked her even though I knew exactly where I was going.

“Yeah. I’m actually headed there right now. It’s this way.” she pointed ahead.

The crosswalk light turned green and we crossed the street and headed towards the mall. As we were walking I kept talking to her and soon she asked one of my favorite questions

“Where are you from?”

“USA” I responded.

“I love USA!” She exclaimed excitedly.

This attractive 19 year old girl changed how she was talking to me immediately. She started enthusiastically asking me more and more questions as we continued down the sidewalk towards the mall.

She was one of the girls that clubs pay to dance among the crowds. I thought it was code for her being a stripper, but later I would learn how far away that was from the truth. I got her number when we arrived at the mall and we said goodbye.

 

My date

I met my date and she had a typical body. It wasn’t exceptional in any way, but there were no real flaws. She had an average face, brown hair, green eyes and a thin body with a small butt and B cup boobs. This girl was average in every way.

I wasn’t particularly excited about this date, especially after just meeting the attractive blonde girl, but I went through my typical routine and we ended up walking around a local lake. There was a good part about the date and that was that she spoke Spanish better than English so I got to have the entire conversation in Spanish.

Other than that the date was pretty uneventful and I wasn’t feeling animated enough to try to get her back to my place, so I ended the date early saying that I had to work.

 

Date with the really blue eyed blonde

If you go back to Part 1, you will read about a legit(100%) blonde girl with ocean blue eyes. I had gotten her number from a club and had set up a date for this day.

The date went typically and consisted of a walk (so many of my dates in Poland went like this) and the walk ended in an enthusiastic kiss.

From there I was able to do my typical routine and bounce her back to my place. There was about 45 minutes of LMR, but nothing too crazy before I was able to get the lay.

I wish I could tell you she had a stunning body and that the sex was amazing, but she didn’t and it wasn’t. However, I did enjoy staring into her bright blue eyes as she moved underneath me.

 

Date with the blonde girl from the mall and her interesting story about WW2

I had been texting the blonde girl who had said “I love USA!” when I told her where I was from. She had agreed very quickly to a date. We met in the middle of the city to talk and drink some beers.

When she arrived, she looked hot as ever. We sat down, ordered some beers and started talking. Her English wasn’t great, but we were still able to have a fun and interesting conversation. To check out how I have my conversations you can read my book: The Perfect Conversation

As the date went on the topic went to WW2. She told me how her grandmother was getting very old and probably didn’t have many more years to live. Because of this, she had been spending a lot of time with her. She told me a story her grandmother told her a couple of days before. The story was from WW2 when her grandmother was just a 7 year old girl.

Her family barely had enough food to survive, so she would go to the German housing area and take the old bread that the one of the families would throw out.

One day the father of the family noticed that she was taking the bread and yelled at her. She ran away from him and he chased after her, catching her soon after. 

She was terrified because she knew that she wasn’t supposed to be taking the food. The German father took her by the hand and lead her back to the house. 

She was terrified imagining that she would be thrown into one of the camps that she had seen. 

He brought her inside the house and left her in the main room.

He came back with a couple loaves of bread and other food.

He told her that she could come by every week and he would have food for her, but that she couldn’t tell anybody about this except for her parents. 

She came back every week and, just as the German guy had said, there was food waiting for her to take.

The food had helped feed her and her family for a long time until the war finally ended.

It was a really cool story and it made me feel again that I was really in Poland. Sitting across the table from a very attractive Polish girl and hearing stories about this was another really special moment for me in Europe. It made WW2 feel so real.

The date went really well and as we went on a nighttime stroll I went for the kiss. Rejected.

I tried again a few minutes later. Rejected.

I tried again and it was the same result. I felt we had a connection, but this girl wasn’t having it. So, I called her out on it.

“Polish girls never kiss on the first date.” She told me.

“Well you are on a date with an American guy now.” I said with a smirk.

I ended up getting the kiss a few minutes later, but this would not be the only time I would have to deal with her taking it slow.

 

Another date with THE Polish girl

The next night I had a date with THE Polish girl. I had been really excited to see her again and the movie date went just like the other dates… amazing. I loved just hanging out with this girl.

As we sat in the cinema and had just finished a quick make out session, she started acting strange. Then, she told me something I never expected to hear.

“I think we should just be friends.”

What the fuck just happened? I have a lot of experience reading girls and from what I saw… this girl was really into me. Did I read something wrong? Did I have to learn a new way to read Polish girls?

She went on talking about how she knew I would be leaving in a couple weeks and that she didn’t want to start a relationship with somebody who would just leave her. She talked about how she had had long conversations with friends about this.

I started getting the hint that she wanted me to tell her I would stay. I wouldn’t be saying that.

“Ok, but I can’t just be your friend.”

“Why?”

“Because I keep my friends close, but my enemies closer.” I replied.

We kept joking around that we would agree to be enemies. Our personalities and senses of humor really clicked again and by the end of the night she was taking back all she said. She didn’t want to be just friends or just enemies, she wanted something with me; even if I ended up leaving her for another country in the end.

In those moments I thought about not continuing through Eastern Europe and just staying in Poland… but then I thought about SwoopTheWorld and knew that I had to see more of the pussy paradise known as Eastern Europe. She would have to accept this.

 

The sleepover

The next night I was feeling pretty horny, so I called up the 6′ blonde girl and asked her to come stay the night with me. She had been constantly texting me since the night I spent in her apartment so it wasn’t strange how easily she accepted coming over.

The night started out well, but one problem with this outgoing blonde girl was that she talked particularly loud and particularly often. It was a problem because the Polish guy I was staying with had to wake up early the next day. I kept trying to keep her quiet, going as far as putting my hand over her mouth.

The sex that night was pretty good.

 

We finished up and I was hungry, so we went to the kitchen to go cook something. My roommate came into the kitchen and pulled me aside to tell me to keep the noise down.

“I have been trying, she’s really loud. But I’ll talk to her.”

He was sleepy and obviously not in a good mood.

The 6′ blonde and I went back to bed and I did my best to keep her quiet. I would say I succeeded in keeping her less quiet than before, but failed in keeping her completely quiet.

Eventually, sleep came.

I woke up the next morning way too early to the sound of talking in the main room of the apartment. My roommate was talking to his girlfriend (in Polish so I didn’t understand anything) and he was talking a bit too loud. He must have been pissed about the night before. I looked over at the 6′ blonde and she was wide awake and listening to the voice of my roommate. I was so tired that I didn’t think much about it and fell back asleep.

I woke up again an hour or so later and the 6′ blonde girl was still wide awake with an unhappy look on her face. It sounded like my roommate and his girlfriend were gone.

“Do you know what your roommate was saying this morning?”

“No. What did he say?”

She went on to tell me that he had been having a conversation with his girlfriend (accidently not accidently very loud) about all the girls that I have been hooking up with. She said that I had been going through girl after girl and what was surprising was that these were not poor girls, but normal or upper class girls (my roommate was definitely lower class).

For a moment I felt proud that in a way he had complimented the quality of my girls. But then I looked at her face and I realized how badly I had just been cock blocked.

I tried to explain away the things he said telling her that he was obviously angry about the noise from before. I told her that she knew we weren’t exclusive, but he was exaggerating about the number of girls that came back to my room.

I was able to make her feel a little bit better, but I think there was more that he said that she didn’t tell me.

“I have to go.” She said.

A day later I got angry texts about how I was trash and criticisms of my sexual performance from her. I knew where the insults were coming from so I kept cool and just let her know that I know it bothered her what he said.

It ended up not working because I was never able to hook up with her again.

I was pissed… sex with this girl was excellent and now it was ruined. I knew I was going to have to confront my Polish roommate and let him know how fucked up it was what he did.

 

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