It’s the final night of my first residential coaching here in Riga, Latvia.
The residential has gone really well with the student smashing limiting beliefs and getting as far as a make-out with a Russian girl on a date last night.
Aside from teaching, I haven’t had much time (or energy) to game for myself, although in my first three days I managed a failed lay and successful lay, such is the nature of daygame.
On my first full day in Riga, I met a cute Latvian girl who I met later that evening for a date.
Venue one, standard chit-chat with the occasional spike and all was going well. Bounced to second venue, a secluded underground bar that she recommended, perfect for escalating.
Second venue, strawberry fields, questions game and physical escalation all pushed the interaction into a seductive mood, a spark of electricity through deep eye-contact and the make-out was simple.
Time to extract.
“Come on let’s go,” as we left the venue I picked her up and pushed her against the wall for a heavy make-out. Walking through the beautiful Old Town, I pointed out things to stop her logical brain from sabotaging the mood and we walked straight to the hostel I was staying at (I had a private room).
Inside I showed her things on my laptop in between more heavy make-outs until we were both half naked and at the point of no-return. Here’s where I encountered huge LMR and despite my best efforts, I understood that it wasn’t going to happen tonight, so we kissed once more as she left my room.
First night in Riga and a blue balls story. I smiled as I looked forward to the week ahead.
Second day of the residential and the student was working on getting the front stop nailed down. To demonstrate how you need to commit fully to the approach, I stopped a cute Israeli who was storming back towards her hotel and had flashed a small but strong IOI my way.
The stop instantly did its job as she giggled and we proceeded to have a fun dirty but flirty interaction. She’d just arrived and was in Riga for a couple of days. I’d struck gold with a ‘Yes Girl.’
I took her number and seeded the date for later that evening as I had to get back to teaching, which she agreed to.
22:30 rolled around and I met her at the meeting point I suggested where she turned up looking much hotter than earlier in the day (the beauty of daygame).
I took her to a dreamy outdoor bar not far from my apartment and ordered a couple of glasses of wine. The conversation was light and flirty and the fact her English was broken made it easy for teasing and physical pushes.
As we chatted about her life, I found out she was recently single from a long-term relationship in which she spoke about the fact she was never sexually satisfied.
At this point our hands played with each others under the table and the whole vibe was ‘on’.
Drinks finished I took her by the hand and straight back to the apartment, we both knew what was going to happen, and as we got back to my room her pent up sexual frustration was released in a tangle of bodies and bedsheets.
Afterwards she told me that she hadn’t come in over a year and loved the fact that I’d approached her in the way I did, an advert for the joys of adventure sex if ever you needed one.
She left shortly after and I reclined on my sofa, a little tipsy and grinning about how amazing life can be when you just take action.