She had tears in her eyes when I let my fingers run through her hair for one last time. The last kiss was enough for her tears to wander all the way down to her red cheeks.
It was an emotional moment. I can’t deny that, but as I looked in her beautiful sad face while she was slowly getting into the bus, I knew that this was not the last time we would see each other. I knew that I would see my crazy Polish girl again.
The moment the bus driver gave the signal for departure, her eyes filled with tears. She desperately tried to hold her hands in front of her face, so that I couldn’t see her cry. God, she was so beautiful.
Even though I didn’t cry, I had to fight with one or two tears.
Sometimes I still ask myself what would have been if I would have agreed on a relationship, if I would have settled down with this woman.
We had such a strong connection, spent such an amazing time together and developed such strong feelings for each other within less than a weekend, that I sometimes lie awake at night and think about whether or not this whole thing would have worked out.
Somehow I am glad that I didn’t say “yes” when she asked me if I am her boyfriend. If I would have ended up in a relationship with her, you wouldn’t read this article right now. My decision to say “no” in this very moment led to countless sexual adventures with women all over the globe. This decision gave rise to the Global Seducer.
However, I will always remember this Polish girl as the spark that ignited my passion to experience naughty adventures all around the world. Today I want to give her the tribute that she deserves by sharing our weird and in a crazy way kind of romantic story with you.
From the Bootcamp Directly to Warsaw
I don’t know the exact date I landed at the airport in Warsaw, but it must have been a couple of days after I finished and survived my Bootcamp with Sasha Daygame. I had just overcome anxieties that I carried around for over a decade and I was ready to conquer the world.
Besides one trip to the USA and a couple of boring holidays with my parents, I had never been in another country than Germany. I know, pretty sad for a twenty something guy. It gets even sadder when you think about the fact that I had never seduced any woman outside the German border.
I didn’t even know what it meant to interact and to connect with feminine women, but I was eager to learn everything I missed out on all those years. The bootcamp gave me the confidence and the skills to take my dating life in my own hands and to finally get out of my cozy comfort zone.
To be honest, I didn’t choose Poland as my first destination, because I knew that the women are incredibly beautiful. I found that out later. The reason why I choose this country was because I didn’t have the balls to travel to any Eastern European country that was not my direct neighbor. I had to choose between the Czech Republic and Poland and for some reason I chose Poland. Well, everybody has to start small.
The moment I landed in Warsaw, everything I ever believed about women and about interacting with them crumbled like a house of cards.
I saw women with a feminine walk, who talked in a feminine way and I actually walked past women who gave me obvious signals. I was blown away.
In Germany I was happy when I saw one feminine beauty every week. Suddenly, I was surrounded by them. I felt like a kid in the candy store. I was so motivated to meet the local women, that I didn’t even unpack my suitcase. All I wanted was to approach and to seduce Polish girls.
Why Did She Hate Me?
My apartment was close to the central station and because I absolutely love picking up girls at train stations, I decided that this was the perfect place to hunt.
I did one approach, got rejected. I did a second approach, got rejected. I did another approach and another one, got rejected again. Then I did the approach that changed the direction of my life.
I was looking into the eyes of an incredibly beautiful woman with pale skin, brown hair and blue eyes. Her eyes were captivating and the moment I stopped her, I could see that she tried hard to hide the fact that she was smiling. I expected a smooth conversation and an easy number close. I was so wrong.
The moment I gave her a compliment she said something that no girl has ever said to me after I gave her a compliment. With the most sarcastic and arrogant voice you can possibly imagine, she looked me into the eyes and said “oh, how sweet”.
I was shocked. I was paralyzed. I was speechless.
Never before had I looked into the eyes of a woman who seemed so arrogant and so emotionally brutal like this one. I was convinced that she was the last person on earth who would ever want to see me again, but some inner voice told me to keep going.
I kept going and to be honest, it felt like a fight. Every word was commented with a sarcastic facial expression and every attempt to touch her was blocked by her defensive attitude. I must have been her worst nightmare. All I could think of was to ask her for her number, to get laughed at for asking and to approach the next girl.
To my big surprise she said “sure” when I asked her for her number. Back then I thought that this beautiful Polish girl only gave me her number to finally get rid of me. Later she told me that this was the way she tested every guy, in order to find out if he has the balls and the persistence to close the deal. I was one of the few who passed her test.
My Weirdest Date Ever
I was a bit confused when she walked away from me. She gave me her number and I should have felt proud of it. Heck, I should have felt proud of the fact that I survived the interaction without losing my eyesight. However, I didn’t feel proud at all. I felt confused and for some reason I was scared to even text her.
This interaction confused me so much that I messed up every approach I made after she had left. I wasn’t able to focus my energy on getting to know other women. The only thing I could think of was whether or not she would reply. I had to find it out.
I texted her about two hours after she killed me with “oh, how sweet” and I was sure that she would just laugh at my attempt to see her again. I waited for one minute, two minutes, three minutes, still nothing…
I had already given up hope, when my phone suddenly vibrated. It was from her and it was not what I expected.
“Sure. I will be there at 5 pm. I wait for you in front of the bar. I am looking forward to meeting you there.”
It was kind of delighting to see that she showed signs of being a normal human being who is actually excited to meet me. I was confident that the date would be the complete opposite of our first interaction. I was sure that she would be friendly and open. Again, I was wrong.
I don’t want to exaggerate, but I can’t think of any date I have ever been on that was worse than this one.
She blocked every one of my attempts to find out more about her. The only thing she revealed about herself was her age, nothing more. At some point the one-sided conversation turned into a staring contest. I was fed up and asked her to go somewhere else.
While we were walking outside she looked at me as if she wanted to slit my throat.
After we walked for five minutes without knowing where we went, she suddenly said “I have to go to the toilet”. On impulse I replied “you can go in my apartment”. She just nodded and allowed me to lead her to my apartment, while I thought about all the beautiful women I could have approached during the time I wasted with this psycho.
She Either Kisses or Kills Me
We finally arrived at my apartment. She could pee and I could rethink my stupid decision to meet her. While she was in the bathroom, I remembered some sentence that I had used as an affirmation before I took the bootcamp with Sasha.
“You never know what happens. You only know what happens if you don’t take action”
Yes, I knew what would happen if I don’t take any action. Nothing would happen. She would come out of the bathroom, we would go outside, walk around for another hour and both of us would go home lonely and frustrated.
But what would happen if I would take action?
What would happen if I would ignore the fact that she cold as ice and go for the kiss?
Well, she would either kiss me or kill me and for some reason I wanted to find it out.
When she came out of the bathroom she looked at me like a little schoolgirl who is waiting for the bus. She looked bored, grumpy and bugged. I don’t know if she was unhappy with her digestion or with the fact that I was standing in front of her, but I couldn’t waste any more time with this ice princess.
I took one step forward, took her head in my hands and kissed her.
After my mouth left her lips, she stared at me with her eyes wide open. My heart started beating, because I was expecting a scream or at least a slap in the face.
She just smiled and said “was that all?”
I didn’t expect that, but I was eager to show her that this was not all.
I kissed her again, this time with more passion, more tongue and more body contact. The moment I gently touched her ass, she pushed her body against mine. This was the one sign that I needed to escalate further.
The Moment My Heart Stopped Beating
We made out for at least another couple of minutes until I finally overcame my inhibitions to take off her shirt. I was so incredibly nervous and even though I tried to appear like a confident guy who knew what he was doing, I had to do a lot of mental work to calm my shaking hands.
You have to remember that she was the first girl I was about to sleep with since I broke up with my ex- girlfriend. All I did for the past two months as a single was studying the art of seducing and overcoming my fears during the bootcamp with Sasha. This crazy but incredibly beautiful Polish girl was the second female human being I was about to see naked.
With every piece of clothes that was dropping on the floor, my pulse went higher and higher.
The moment she took off her bra (I was too nervous to do it), my heart stopped beating and my lungs stopped breathing. Never before in my life had I seen something so beautiful. Her boobs were simply incredible. Kissing her breasts felt so good, so exciting and so satisfying. I couldn’t stop kissing and touching them, which she obviously enjoyed.
Her moaning was proof enough that the ice princess was finally melting in my hands.
We were still standing in the living room. By now we were both completely naked. While I looked at her flawless naked body, there was just one thought running through my head:
“I made it. I finally made it!”
After years of being trapped in a toxic relationship, months of studying every aspect of the art of seduction and an exhausting but life-changing bootcamp, I finally felt the soft and warm reward for all the hard work. Every second I spent touching and kissing her body felt like a gratification for my hard work and my persistence.
I was more than ready for the top prize.
Unfortunately, my brain was completely overwhelmed by the fact that a gorgeous naked woman with beautiful C-cups took my hand and led me to the bedroom. The moment we both fell on the bed while still making out heavily, my erection said “bye bye baby”.
While we were kissing, touching, biting and squeezing each other, I prayed to god that he would give my penis the strength to come back to life. Due to the fact that I haven’t been in the church for years, he didn’t hear my prayers.
“What’s wrong?” my beautiful Polish girl asked.
“Nothing, your breasts just make me nervous.”
This was the only answer I could think of and it was the truth. She took it as a compliment, smiled and positioned herself on top of me. She was holding my dick in her hand, moving it up and down and whispering “I want to sleep with you so bad” in my left ear.
A Firework of Emotions
I don’t know how many minutes or hours it took until my friend was finally back where he was when she showed me her breasts for the very first time. I was ready for combat and she wanted me so bad, that she put on the condom faster than a prostitute under time pressure.
The moment my dick entered her vagina I heard the angels sing.
Hallelujah, what a feeling.
It had been months since I had felt the warm and wet vagina of a woman. I can’t even describe the feelings I had when that beautiful Polish girl was riding on top of me. I wanted to hug the whole world and cry like a baby.
However, tear fluid was not the only liquid that wanted to get out. The thought of having sex with a girl who had a body like a model, breasts like a pornstar and who happened to be the second girl who ever allowed me to get inside of her, motivated my penis to go from zero to hero within seconds.
Having sex with her felt like a revelation that I had waited for from the moment I broke up with my ex-girlfriend. The feeling of pride was indescribable and the feeling of being close to an orgasm was unavoidable. As soon as she saw I am coming written all over my face, she rode me even harder.
The orgasm was so intense that I tried to scream while she was pressing her lips against mine. I stayed inside of her for another minute, until she removed the condom, took a quick shower and crawled back to bed. We kissed, cuddled and fucked the whole night.
The Weekend that Should Never End
We continued like that for the rest of the weekend. We spent the next 48 hours fucking, sleeping, eating and did I mention that we were fucking? Our connection was deep, the sex was intense and our emotions went on a rollercoaster ride.
The time we spent was magical, sexual and way too short. On Sunday evening it was time to face reality. She had to leave Warsaw to go back to her university in another Polish city and I had to fly back to the land of manly women.
This harsh reality brings me directly to the beginning of this article, where I shared our sad, but somehow beautiful last moments.
Somehow I have the feeling that we will see each other again one day.
When that day comes I want to thank her for inspiring me to become a Global Seducer.