I figured I better get my Prague thread up before I leave Prague tomorrow for Barcelona. First, before I cut to the bad, yes, I collected my first flag of the Europe trip. My first score in Europe Funny thing is, for all the talk I’ve heard about physical game in Prague, she went for straight funny guy chat. We were talking and I told her I liked the profile of her face. She said it was her dad’s face and I cracked wise about that I’m sure he’s a sexy sexy dad and said, “You know they usually tell ya to see the mom if you want to know what the girl will look like in 20 years.” In other words, the typical “just roll with it” stupid shit it takes to talk to women. She laughed, buried her head in my shoulder and went nuts for my cologne when she got a good whiff (Burberry, for those who want a cologne that can f-close all by itself). She said she loved the smell and we spent the rest of our time with her buried in my chest or shoulder. She even asked me if I thought she was the kind of girl I’d want to have kids with. I will say in the sack she wasn’t feeling it until I went hard after her. I ended up pretzeling her arms right up into her pits and just pounding her until she couldn’t take it. So, maybe there’s a little more of the Prague “rape me” complex lurking under little nice girl than I think. This poor girl got every ounce of my sexual frustration from this whole trip. I came a total of four time in two sessions in one day. She got ever ounce of frustrated cum that couldn’t be unloaded in Paris. The kids thing was a little weird. I don’t think that was cultural . . . she’s pushing 30 (I’m guessing; BTW, I’m 33) and she seemed to have a few self-esteem issues even though she was probably a 6.5 face and an 8 body. So, I think she was actually kind of an outlier for Prague. For stats: she was blond, about 5′9″ maybe 140-ish (I’m estimating high because she had a really curvy, sexy figure once the clothes came off — real surprise because this girl was not working all her assets as well as she could). I want to say a Germanic face, a little more chiseled than I generally like. Sorry to go long there . . . My first flag on the road. My first night in Prague Prague is a city that has tested my limits. For one, I’m not someone who is crazy about easy girls. I find a girl who is too available, too forward loses at least a point automatically with me. I find the really aloof, hard-to-get woman extremely attractive. The first night I went out in Prague (it took me two days to sleep of Paris) was off-putting. Never, ever in my life have I had a woman block my path in the club and overtly ask me why I am not dancing. She was not a working girl — I asked and also, she wasn’t skinny enough or attractive, especially not for Prague. My first discovery of Prague: sub-6 girls will go extra hard and pretty much offer themselves up as their first move. I had another incident with a group of sisters out with their brother. (See my Paris thread for the Brazilian sisters + brother story.) This one really bothered me and ruined the whole first night for me because I found the lack of chivalry in Czech culture offensive. I’m sitting there talking to this group, figuring out pretty quickly that they’re all related. The youngest sister really started eyeing me hard once I hit it off with the brother (she was very solid 8). He asked me how old I was. I answered, he answered. The sister took a pass. Sensing a warning sign, I asked the brother and he said, “Don’t worry, she’s older than 15.” (Wikipedia search afterward yielded that’s the age of consent in the Czech Republic.) The conversation came around to Prague and sex, as it is wont to do. The brother made some crack about women are cheap in Prague (I believe he was referring to prostitution being cheap here). I was appalled that he said this with his sister sitting right next to us. So, I threw it back hard and asked, “So does that mean your sister is cheap?” Now, I was raised with proper redneck chivalry. Where I live, implying that some guy’s sister is a cheap whore is the end of a conversation and the start of a very brutal fist fight. My sister was a dirty slut and a horrible person, but I still would have defended her honor. Instead, he laughed and said yeah and went all high fives. I left him hanging on that one. She gave him a light slap on the shoulder and smirked, but that was about all. Second lesson about Prague: guys in Prague are astonishingly douche-y. I let myself out of the conversation at that point because that was a real culture shock. I grew up around bars and clubs where people have been killed for pulling the shit the Czechs seem to just do casually. So, I moped and didn’t really game much the rest of the night. I studied a lot of douche-y behavior, though. Second night in Prague My second night out I decided on a simple truth: I was not going to judge the Czechs by my rather old school American standards of chivalry. No f-closes and only two kisses. But, on balance I gamed more readily. I think the one girl I should have pushed right over the edge. I was necking with her and really hit her tickle spot and she just fell apart laughing and holding on and losing her shit. But, she eventually backed off and told me she was going over to hang out with her friends. I saw them have a very animated conversation with a lot of laughs and red faces. Later two of the friends came over to me separately. We chatted, but I wasn’t digging either of them (Czech girls often travel in sets where one is the clear prettiest, most alpha girl in the group). Form observing how other guys do things in Prague, here’s lesson #3: Power through. With Czech women, if she hasn’t left the room, the game is still on. She’ll protest that she doesn’t like it. Just plow through. Third night I opened several social sets. I went to the awful giant club by the Charles Bridge and tried a very physical set with a cute, tiny Dutch girl who was digging it, and we’re talking friends up and taking picture . . . but she ran away when I went cock-to-crotch with her. Nothing was doing the rest of the night. Until about 4am there was a group of MILFs at a smaller club. (BTW, where the fuck is the signage for half these places? Most of the signs just say “Live music, dance”.) As with all Czech female formations, there was a clear alpha. These chicks were chatting up some unfuckably hideous Czech guy. It wasn’t the alpha MILF who signaled me. It was a pudgy, very mom looking MILFs (she was actually kinda cute for a doughy 5 pushing 40). A set is a set, especially on a slow night. We sort out the half-English of it. Talk some hockey (if you’re from an NHL city, the Czechs always know where you’re from). Went through the standard conversation filler (do you like Prague, etc). Another pudgy MILF pulls an extra seat over for me. I shrug it off and tell them I want to dance. The alpha MILF instantly stands up. She and I do our level best to pull the other two MILFs and the guy out to the dance floor, but nothing’s doing. So, we go by ourselves and I once again go very physical. I love to work the neck and did so aggressively. She backs off at the strangest point. I twirl her and pull her in by the waist. And she tells me, “No.” HUH?!?! Necking is OK, but a waist pull isn’t?! I found that astonishingly stupid and walked the fuck off right then and there. Later I watched some Czech guys do their thing and I realize something. The Czech girls like to back off as a test. They seem to require you to plow through some bullshit. I saw a girl who kept turning her head to not kiss a guy. For like two minutes. He then pinned her up against the wall, put her hands on his ass and grabbed her face and forced her to kiss. And she completely melted and went bonkers dry humping him. Man . . . culture shock. If you pulled that shit where I’m from, several guys would have kicked your ass when she kept refusing and you kept plowing through. Lesson learned. Night four Night four was my first flag. I won’t sully it with stories of other failures. Other blurred impressions I have to share the most retarded story of flirtation I’ve ever seen. It is about Czech bar game. Several times I’ve noticed that when you go to the bar and are next to a Czech girl, if you don’t immediately make a move she will move away. But, it’s weirder than that. Case: I went up to the bar at a more quiet location on Weds night. It was dead. There is me, the girl and the bartender at the bar itself. A clutch of people in the one corner and that is it. I come up, place my order. The girl sits there for a minute (Czech bartenders are slow as fuck). Then she moves herself the whole way down to the end of the bar. I get my drink. Pay. Tip. Chat the barkeep. The girl moves back to the seat she was sitting in, right next to me. Huh?! There were innumerable weird incidents, too. There was the girl who was orbiting me but wouldn’t sit down or go dance. There was the really intoxicated girl who went for a crotch grab (again, I don’t find easy women attractive at all). There was the girl who was dancing by herself, eyeing me, who looked like she was having a nervous breakdown. There was also the girl who ditched the guy she had been hitting on by fleeing to another room and really busting out in hysterical crying (I was sitting in the other room when they came in). These two had gotten along for hours, so I was confused. The minute he walks off, she stops looks up at me and smiles. I got the fuck out of there. (She was a soft six, mostly on strength of being skinny.) To be honest, I don’t think these Czech girls are entirely mentally stable. Lessons learned 1. If a Czech girl is still in the room or on the dance floor, the game is still on. No matter how much she tells you no. 2. The only Czech signal for fuck off is when she leaves the room. Usually she’ll do this by going to the bathroom. 3. Czech girls will test your aggression level by backing off, playing like they don’t want to go further. When they do this, you must push through. 4. Czech girls are astonishingly receptive to a good laugh. 5. If you can have any kinda positive conversation with the most dominant Czech male in the group, you score points quickly. 6. Czech men have no game. They’re douche-y as fuck and all they do is caveman through everything. 7. The Czechs have no chivalry, no dignity, no sense of duty and honor. Accept it. Well, I have one more night in Prague and then I ship out to Barcelona. I think I broke my dick last night. On balance, even though I got laid here, I didn’t enjoy Prague as much as Paris. I know some of it was the language barrier. And some of it was trying to put aside my misplaced redneck sense of chivalry. I liked the city itself. Gorgeous city. Really old, unspoiled architecture. Total photographer porn. Loved the food, especially after the prison ration portions in Paris. Do bear in mind vegetables don’t exist in Prague. If anyone has any last night advice, I’m game. But, it better come in the next two hours!

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