Today I want to share the story about a beautiful Swedish girl who I scared away by sending her a text message in which I did everything wrong that you can possibly do wrong.
This story took place about three years ago. I was in the year 2012 when I decided that enough was enough. Back then I was fed up with my situation and with the path I was on.
It was a time when I didn’t know if I would ever experience the pleasurable feeling of touching a naked woman again. I just broke up with my girlfriend and my self-esteem was at an all-time low. On the one hand, I promised myself to never end up in a relationship like that again and on the other hand, I didn’t even know if I would ever end up in any type of relationship again.
It was time to take action, to talk to all the women I saw day in and day out and to take the first step towards a new life. For too long I allowed myself to be surrounded by incredibly beautiful women without EVER talking to them.
When I asked myself what experiences I had with women, I realized that I had nothing to show.
The woman I dated for four years was the only girl I had ever slept with. I had never approached a woman in my whole life and the only girls I ever kissed were either completely drunk, or fat as hell….or both.
I thought that I would never date a woman again and that I would be one of those frustrated guys who die alone with the right hand around their dick, because they eventually suffer from a heart attack while watching porn. I thought that I was meant to live an unfulfilled life without love and without vaginas.
I really thought that, until I decided to take a bootcamp with Sasha Daygame. I decided to destroy my savings, to fly to Oslo and to let this man transform my life. Eventually, that’s what he did. At the end of the first day of that bootcamp I made out with a hot Norwegian girl after talking to her for one minute. That’s pretty good for a guy who has never approached a girl before.
The first day of the bootcamp was officially over, when the coaches decided to do a short night game session with us. If they wouldn’t have decided to vary from the plan, I would have never met the beautiful Swedish girl who changed my way of thinking about sexting. I also wouldn’t have had the chance to experience one of the biggest failures I ever had with a woman.
The Beautiful Swedish Girl with the Butterfly Tattoo
Back in Germany I was always insecure and shy in clubs. I never really liked to be around drunk people and I was convinced that I was the last guy on earth that any of those retarded party chicks wanted to make out with or take home. Before that day I usually was a picture of misery whenever I walked into a club. On this night in Oslo everything was different.
All the exercises and approaches I did during that day destroyed my fears and took away my insecurities. From the moment I stepped into that club I felt like the king of the world. I was walking around like one of those self-proclaimed alphas with imaginable razor blades under their armpits. I felt strong like Arnold Schwarzenegger and horny like Tiger Woods. I was more than ready to give a Norwegian hottie the time of her life.
Thanks to my immense motivation I completely forgot that about ten hours ago I couldn’t talk to a woman without shitting myself.
I also forgot that I had basically no seduction skills besides approaching and talking to a woman for five minutes.
I was prepared to take a woman from the club back to my apartment and to fuck her brains out but I wasn’t prepared for the beautiful Swedish girl that waited for me in the club. The coaches told me that they will focus on connection and text game on the next day. For the cocky rookie that I was back then, the text game advice came one day too late.
In the bar the coaches were sending me and the other two students to women, while they were giving us feedback after every interaction. Suddenly, I saw an extremely beautiful woman sitting right next to Sasha. I just had to approach her.
I asked her if the seat next to her is still free. She said “yes “ and she smiled at me in a seductive way. I don’t exactly remember what I said to her, but I am pretty sure that it was complete bullshit. I guess it was nothing but dull small talk with a few compliments here and there. Thanks to the fact that she was a bit tipsy and seemed to be attracted to me, the few compliments that I gave her were enough to make her horny.
Her name was Emma, she as from Sweden and she had an interesting butterfly tattoo on the left forearm.
I had already heard a lot about how sexually open Swedish women are, but I had no idea that this beautiful Swedish girl should shake my beliefs about what is possible with women in its very foundation.
After I talked with her for a couple of minutes about completely irrelevant stuff that neither of us cared about I gathered all my courage and kissed her.
She seemed to like it and after two kisses I was able to rotate my tongue inside her mouth. Sasha, who was still sitting next to me, looked a little bit surprised when he suddenly saw me making out with the beautiful Swedish girl.
The way Sasha looked at us while we were playing tongue wrestling showed that he was 100% sure that I would be the first student on this bootcamp who will get laid.
If he only had known that I had the incredible ability to fuck everything up…
The Beautiful Swedish Girl With the Dripping Pussy
Do you wonder how I fucked up the whole situation?
Well, before I share with you all the details of my embarrassing (nearly sexual) experience with the beautiful Swedish girl, I want to embarrass myself even more.
Now is the time where I could lie to you by telling you that I looked her in the eyes, took her by the hand and led her all the way back to my hotel room. I could tell you how she gave me the best blowjob I ever had, how she got naked and how she begged for my dick. Then I could tell you how I fucked her all night and how I came twice on her juicy little ass.
Unfortunately, everything I just said only happened in my fantasy.
The worst thing about this whole experience is that all that stuff could have happened in real life, if I wouldn’t have been so damn stupid. The embarrassing truth is that the beautiful Swedish girl with the long blond hair (stereotypical but true) was more than willing to go back to my place and to become my second notch on the bedpost.
We made out for a while and when I told her that I wanted to go to a private area she followed me without hesitating for a second. When I then asked her if she wants to go back to my place she just kissed me and said that she can’t leave her friends.
She said this with a smile and continued to kiss me afterwards. She smiled and kissed me…god dammit!
Let’s think about all the amazing things I could have said in this situation:
“Don’t worry. You can text your friends that you will come back later.”
“Just let your friends know that they don’t have to wait for you.”
I could have said: “I don’t give a shit about your friends, but I do give a shit about whether or not we are going to have sex now.”
Even this bullshit would have been better than what I actually said. Do you want to know the magical words that I said to kill her horniness within seconds?
How fucking retarded can you be to say “I understand” when a girl obviously wants to go back to your place and the only last minute resistance that she gives you is to mention her stupid friends before she rams her tongue inside your mouth?!
Even though this was three years ago I still get pissed at myself, because I was such a pathetic moron in this night. I guess that’s what happens when you still didn’t overcome years of nice guy/politically correct upbringing in Germany. I was just too nice and too naïve to tell her that she doesn’t have to worry about her friends, even though that was the only thing she wanted to hear.
The Moment the Beautiful Swedish Girl Responded to My Text
What did I do next? Well, the word nothing pretty much sums it up. After I said the magical sentence “I understand”, her desire to continue our kissing and fumbling burned out. It took another 30 seconds until she told me that she has to go back to her friends. She left and I stood alone in the corner like a drowned rat.
I had no better idea than going back to the coaches and the other students. Even though the beautiful Swedish girl with the butterfly tattoo on her left forearm gave me her number before I scared her away, I didn’t have the balls to call or to text her. I was convinced that a text message wouldn’t change anything about the misery I maneuvered myself into.
When I finally found Sasha and the other guys it was already time to head back home. On the way back to the hotel I thought about how amazing the day was, but I also thought about how much I hated myself for fucking everything up with this beautiful Swedish girl.
Back in my hotel room I couldn’t sleep. I simply couldn’t stop thinking about having the beautiful Swedish girl with the butterfly tattoo in my bed. I couldn’t stop imaging how it would feel to touch her naked body and to put my dick inside her wet pussy.
I had to text her!
I wish I would still have the same phone that I had back then. I wouldn’t be able to do anything with it besides calling, texting and playing snake, but I would be able to show you the texts I send her. The first one was actually pretty good. I wrote her that I regret letting her go and that I would love to continue our conversation and our kisses. It was by far not the perfect text message, but also nothing that was worth sharing on epicfail.com.
What fascinated me the most was that she actually replied.
She even put a 😉 at the end of her text.
Within seconds my mood changed from being depressed to being enthusiastic. In this night I must have had some urge to kill myself emotionally.
My mission was to answer the question that she wrote before the 😉 and you can’t even imagine how much I failed at this mission. The thing she wrote directly in front of her smiley was:
“What are we going to do at your place?”
The Moment the Beautiful Swedish Girl Deleted My Number
Today I know exactly how I have to answer such a text message. Back then I thought that I know how to answer such a text message, even though the only thing I knew was how to scare away a girl who is down to fuck with one text message.
How did I do that?
Well, the only thing I did was to put all the naughty thoughts I had in my mind in one text message.
Oh, and I was stupid enough to press the Send Button.
I don’t remember the exact words that I used in the text message I sent her but it looked somehow like this:
The first thing I want to do with you is to kiss you. Then we can slowly undress each other, until we are completely naked (not too bad until now). Then I can give you the best sex of your life. I will lick your pussy like a hungry wolf and after that I am going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before (now I crossed a line that I shouldn’t have crossed). What do you say?
What can a woman who met me about one hour ago and doesn’t know whether I am a rapist or just a horny young man respond to such a text message?
I never heard from her again.
She probably deleted my number right after my last text message. After I waited twenty minutes for an answer I had to accept that I finally fucked it up. I was so angry at myself that I couldn’t sleep the whole night.
The next day I tried to survive the second day of my bootcamp with bags under my eyes and stinging headache. Even if I didn’t sleep at all I was motivated to give it everything. The only thing that demotivated me was that I was told that sending such a text message to the beautiful Swedish girl was basically the worst thing that I could have possibly done.
Today I know that this one text message was an epic fail, but I also know that I learned from my mistake and that I wouldn’t be where I am today if I wouldn’t have failed a few times along the way. All I want is that you are prepared for your own failures along the way and that you will see them as what they are…
…as learning experiences and as hilarious stories that you will never forget.