My seven months in Poland caused my standards to increase to stratospheric levels. The Baltics had a higher talent pool to satisfy that, but I was approaching less because of the winter. It didn’t help that the women were harder. I estimate I was getting laid at a 50% decreased rate.
My Baltic tour started coming to an end in Lithuania during a rare cold spell. Not deterred, I went out on a Thursday night, suited up. No matter how ready and pumped I was to get some prime Lithuanian ass, there was little action on that night. After walking around for a while I finally managed to find a small club with more women than men. Right away, a tall local girl approached me, the first time that happened in Lithuania. She was okay-looking but the vibe was off and her teeth were snaggly. I ditched.
At the bar there was a brunette standing next to me. I couldn’t get a good look at her face before making an offhand comment. I said, “Is it just me or is there a cold breeze coming through here?” She looked at me and smiled. I was initially taken aback because of how ugly her face was. Everything was wrong: spooky eyes, big nose, horse mouth, and asymmetrical facial structure. I actually flinched a couple inches. She was so ugly it seemed like she was wearing a mask.
I should have ended the conversation right then and there, but I pitied her. I indulged in it until I felt like a good samaritan. Then I stopped talking. But she kept going, not all discouraged by my silence. Next thing I knew, we were talking for at least half an hour. I would make short comments here and there, until I put my hand on her hip due to game reflex. A bit of electricity ripped through me: she had a tight body. I explored a little more, going towards her back to the top of her ass. It was spectacular, very unlike her troll face. The sword fight between my dick and brain commenced. My dick shouldn’t have won (I just got laid a few days prior), but time went on and I was still there with my hand rested on her body.
My dick tricked my brain. It said, “If you fuck her, you’ll build momentum going into the spring. Bang her to get even better quality in just a few weeks. It’s no big deal, bro, you won’t see her face when you pound her from the back.”
There are two types of men in the world: those who do it for the notch and those who don’t. There were other girls in the club and I’m sure I could have progressed on them, but Lithuania is not a one-night stand culture. I already had enough numbers in my phone and wanted to go for the gold. The ugly girl liked me enough that I felt like I could win. I was going to sell out my standards for an easy lay, but there was another problem: her breath was awful. I was entertaining fucking an ugly girl with bad breath while suited up. You know the humiliation you get after banging a hog? Well I was experiencing it before the bang. In spite of that, my brain wouldn’t stop. Do it for the notch. Do it for the momentum. Just do it, you pussy!
So I did it for the notch. After spending nearly two hours with her in the club, I invited her back to my place and she accepted. Her kissing did not please me. The sex, which should have been a saving grace, was awful. She was awkward in bed, even leaking blood all over my sheets and balls. She didn’t want me to do her doggy style, saying it was “like rape.” It was the worst sex I had in Europe. I couldn’t get her out the door fast enough.
The next day was the lowest of my adult life. I felt ashamed and dirty. I couldn’t look myself in the mirror, in disbelief that I went so low to have bad sex with an ugly girl who had halitosis. The post-sex afterglow I was supposed to feel was more like a clinical depression.
When a guy is depressed over a girl who dumped him, the common advice is to fuck other girls to get over her. I learned that the same advice applies when you bang a beast. She gave me momentum alright, but not in the way I had imagined. I was driven by shame and humiliation, not the desire for success.
The next night I had never been so driven to approach pretty women. I figured I’d have to bang at least five girls to metaphorically wash away the beast blood that found its way on my testicles. I don’t remember working so hard.
If I ever find myself in a funk, complacent and lacking motivation, tired of pussy, of the grind, of running game, I’m going to put on a suit and fuck the ugliest girl I can find.
