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[basicallysceptical]

yay, i am back where i belong!!!

1st day:

Everything worked out perfectly. ok i guess i slept a little much so i started off to the airport a little late and that might have caused that i missed my plain.


2nd day:

28 hours and another 65 euros later i am finally sitting in the plane to Bucarest, capital of Romania, a country that served us well during the second world war and last, a country where my origins are to be found and, last but not least a country i truly adore for its exorbitant high
number of even more truly bad ass hot looking girls and, wait for it, even grown WOMEN.
During the flight i got in touch with a girl from netherlands, blond not too tall, not small either blue eyes and a pretty astonishing smile...

FAIL

for the next 7 days i am totally focused on black haired girl who knows how to dress even this country had been shaked by the financial crisis even more than Greece. They just know what they are worth and put themselves together like that aswell... truly adorable.

I arrived early enough to see the sun rising in Romania for the first time this year on my second day
(yeah, i am still pissed!!)

but i didn't pass the passport control and my mind turned totally since i saw my first breath thief, i'd love to show u guys a picture but my hands were shaking way too much to even think about getting out the camera.

To explain what the excitement is all about, maybe this will enlighten you:

there are only a few original romanians left. A history of great battles, Conquer and invasions since the crusade marked Romania as a real ethnic melting pot. The biggest influences are hunish, turkish, russian, indian (those from India, my american friends ) including the fact that they REALLY know how to sell themselves.
For example: They are partying in clothes your girlfriends wouldn't wear on their best friends wedding because they are not comfortable enough with their figure

red hair, blond hair, black hair brown hair

blue, brown, green and even grey eyes

darker skin to even nearly white

the variety is never ending.

smart, kind, open minded and and really ok with showing what their mommas gave 'em



(NOTE FOR MOUNTAIN MAN: u wanna visit me in germany? FUCK THAT i know romanian good enough to meet u over here.. but u still have to pay ma beer
well, over here u get fine whiskey for the same price as beer in germany   so what the hell..)

Did i mention that it appears to me as if the romanian chicks never heard about baggy pants?

Well, enough of that... for now..

I met my nephew who owns a mexican fast food store to help him out with some recepies. Guess they do not want to sell any drink since i didnt taste any salt in the food. Problem solved tho




5 glenfiddich 12 years old double later:



That servant or however u wanna call that bitch bringing me the stuff is freakinf gorgeouis, goegouis, gorgouis.. fuck... HOT!!

She promissed to keep the whiskey flowing until i am harassing her and now she sits there in her skirt, well lets say belt, facing me like 20 feet away, smiling like there's no tomorrow and smoking a cigarette, damn even how she inhales looks fantastic.

1.65m, 50 kg, black hair brown eyes and be assured, the way she streches to get to the whiskey is more than just getting my fanatsies rolling.

and the best thing is that she is the only girl for now for which i didnt break my neck to explore the pure filthyness of romania.

What can i say... here, i am HAPPY.. i even think about starting a restaurant over here when the one i am planning in germany is working well enough.





what is her definition of harassement anyway? i am reeeeeaaaallly curious.
u have to know over here in romania when u are asking a girl out for dinner and she accepts it is the full score...and i mean like, you know, touch down

would that be harrassement tho (sry but i am too drunk to be in the mood to look up that word)

i guees i will dare to ask.. what is the worst thing that could happen? i dont wanna imagine.. since the guy working behind the bar seems to be kinda close to her :/

did i mention that i dont miss germany at all at the moment? or its girls or even grown.. OH YEAH

the grown women..

well, just read it that far.. if their are any response.. i will go on

[Computer991]

@_@ where the fff did you go?

[basicallysceptical]

Romania.. dont bother.. i am still pissed at you, computer.. thats why i am not sending u tutorials to upload anymore by the way -.-

[salan2]

uh... should almost mark this as unsafe for work.. LOL

[Computer991]

Romania.. dont bother.. i am still pissed at you, computer.. thats why i am not sending u tutorials to upload anymore by the way -.-

I love you regardless how you feel towards me babe.

[basicallysceptical]

i dared so far so good no boyfriend.. i asked her out for dinner and she said
yes

[Unkn0wn]

Lol this is amusing, keep on writing!  

[Grundwaffe]

i dared so far so good no boyfriend.. i asked her out for dinner and she said
yes

Go for hit, do your man duties and without further adue:



*cheesy smile*

[Computer991]

Make sure she doesn't have a penis....you can never be too careful.

[Unkn0wn]

It's Europe, not freaking Thailand lol.

[basicallysceptical]

cold feet on her i guess.. she refused

guess she doenst know that in germany a dinner is just a freaking dinner.
well, not that i intended to leave it to be just dinner, but i SWEAR i didnt tell her anything about my intentions... so...far..

well tomorrow i will return to bucarest yesterday i was here in plojesti, visiting my grandpa who got deadly sick with cancer, but nothing to discuss here.. tragical tho.. but thats life..

so yeah now i am back in that irish pub where she is working, but i guess i was kinda drunk yesterday.. she didnt greet and i dont know if i did sth to be embarrassed of after half a liter of whiskey, so i choose not to bother her anymore..

as i said she is not the only goddess running around here, so i will still go on questing for some fun..

gosh still it wasnt the whiskey she is FREAKING HOT, guys..

and fyi the clothes are not wide enough to hide sth like a penis, so calm down

[Grundwaffe]

Make sure she doesn't have a penis....you can never be too careful.

Haha +1

[Killer344]

guess she doenst know that in germany a dinner is just a freaking dinner.
well, not that i intended to leave it to be just dinner, but i SWEAR i didnt tell her anything about my intentions... so...far..

Body language can be you worst enemy, true story.

[Ununoctium]

Be unique.
Don't be generic in any way, makes conversation flow easier even if the topics are weird. (not creepy weird please)

Also, be a touch mean, and act like you are interested in just friends from an awesome new country with history and stuff.


Then read "The Game" and the books referenced in it.

[Heartmann]

Read the book but dont do what says there, not to be cliché but "the other side has read it to"
Second comming from some one who studies psychology and body language there in, Killer is absalutly right, your micro signals could send them fleeing!!! Start reading man i promise, i have never problems with getting girls after you know how to read and controll you own body language

[basicallysceptical]

well, i just left her my email adress so i will see.. i wont forget her that soon, tho since i am not the kind of guy that is satisfied with the quality just right above the worst.. i get a kick of getting girl who are entirely not my league.

she was one of those..


body language, ok guys, i am repeating myself, after half a liter of whiskey she streched half of her body out of her clothes to give me another drink, so what the hack do u think was my body language about.. i was SO happy that i didnt instantly start to hump one of her perfect legs, guys..

[basicallysceptical]

3rd day:

it started as it was supposed to.. over here in bucarest they have little stores on the street opened 24/7 so i couldnt sleep because of the heat, and i decided to go outside to grab some cigs.

outside, right in front of the flat there were three girls at 2 am in the morning
standing on the street talking.. one of them got a costume on, i would rather refer to as a symphony of nothing. we started talking a bit and before i actually got my cigarettes i managed to get them to meet me tonight at a jazzclub..

who knows what tonight will bring.. so i am off for the market now to check out the tastiest food u can imagine. i cooked yesterday and i barely had to use spices. imagine a spaghetti napoli sauce with just a finger dip of oregan because the tomatoes are so freaking tasty and red that it will hurt your eyes.. just perfect.. oh yeah and at the market where you buy the good stuff directly from the farmers, u pay like 60 euro cents for 2 pounds of tomatoes which are even smelling as a perfect sauce itself.

gosh, food and girls.. what else do i need to be happy?

[basicallysceptical]

there we go guys the picture u all been waiting on..
now u will see whz i love romania.. it is all about the big, tasty, firm...

wait for it...



MELONS!!!!!

[Ununoctium]

Read the book but dont do what says there, not to be cliché but "the other side has read it to"
Second comming from some one who studies psychology and body language there in, Killer is absalutly right, your micro signals could send them fleeing!!! Start reading man i promise, i have never problems with getting girls after you know how to read and controll you own body language

Well that's kind of what its for. It highlights all the key factors, just continue ignoring what it says to do with them.
Learn to ubermicro each hand and macro your resource income and overall friendliness.

[basicallysceptical]

of course, what else.. all effort for nothing.

i was the nice guy, tipping as if it was my last day on earth

i was polite, treating even dogs like freaking goldmules

and always had a smile for freaking everybody

and shit happens..

gave away my e-mail to 5 girls who will not write me for i could even read that in their faces. so i slowed down and when i reconsidered not to see the mother of my future children in every second girl i saw, it actually happened. WITHOUT any effort from my side at all..

the brother of my nephew's wife took my out for a drink after i cooked at home and since he knew that i am totally into singing, he tried to do me a favor by pulling me into a freaking karaoke bar. wel, i guess i was polite again when i give it a shot, nice girls, good whiskey, funny guyby my side.
just an average evening in romania i thought.

FOR FUCK'S SAKE IT WASNT!!

after several glasses of sth that was closer to gasoline that actually matching the taste of whiskey i decided to sing a song and chose one of the few jazz songs i knew. i guess i did a decent job, one guy even shook hands, assuring that i did a good job up there. so far so good, back to the table in order not to let the gas getting cold.

more or less excactly 20 secs after i return to my place 2 girls were heading my way, one was just from romania, no doubt, nice enough to make the trip worth it.. but the other one.. the other one.. so not from this world, i was even looking for the third boob or 6th finger or sth to confirm that she came by UFO to join some humans for a party.
u guys might feel me when i say, there are nice girls.. when we are refering to a girl as "hot" it more or less got the afix "i'd tap her, but still nothing to dream about in 20 years".

but SHE was a freaking goddess, that kind u would sacrifice your balls for without hesitating even a sec. little white dress, a waiste u could easily catch with to finger, i refuse to explain what was going going on a little bit above that part of the body. lets say the only actual word comming into my ind was yayayayayayayayay and for some reason i got hungry or lets say thirsty immediatly

so yeah, this breath taking piece of fucking nature's art was coming closer and i was convinced that she will pass to get her name on the song list. so i prepared to start breathing again, get blood in my brain aswell and ask horia, the guy i was partying with, what the hell she might have been fed with, in order to bring some of that stuff to germany aswell, when she stopped right in front of me, smiling and asking FOR A BLOODY AUTOGRAM!!!!

i am not sure if i can explain what was going on with me, since i am not even sure if  i can truly remember, but if i have to try i might say it was a total melt down of my upper body parts. try to imagine how it might feel not being able to control your eyes (i am sure i was crying already) while u
try to concentrate on breathing, or just to restart that functionality, combined with working through the paradoxon in your mind that a girl wich can make the air around her burn not only giving u a freaking annoyed look, because she realized u are starring but actually talking to you and even more.. ASKING FOR A FREAKING AUTOGRAM..

i think felt little explosion in my brain maybe caused by the process of resolving and trying to get any sense in this paradoxon, so that she had to ask three times.. two times in romanian and once in english, since i really wanted to be sure she wasnt just telling to close my mouth already for she was afraid i would dry out within the next 10 minutes if going on like that.

so as soon as i regain control over my body and my hands stopped shaking so hard that i could easily turn a cow into a sourcream ashine i gave her what she desired (the autogram, you filthy bastards, gosh) ans she left thanking e with a smile.

after 5 minutes horia got me out of my delyrium and out off the plan cutting myself with the whiskey glass to check if u hadnt been dreaming.

u know how it is with situations u cannot control at all.. THEY WONT PASS THAT EASILY.. so she returned and asked me for my e-mail adress because she wanted to stay in contact(?!!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!). as the gentleman i am i did not hesitate giving it to her mentioning to write me soon since i only have 2 days left in romania. yeah, right guys i had this under control, i was even talking. she left, saying she was sry to meet me that late (?!?!?!!?!??!?!?!)

again even more in need to ask horia if this is really happening SHE RETURNED AGAIN 5 MINS LATER, to ask me for my cell phone number to call me tomorrow. that was it. catastrophy for my hole system, total meltdown, the volcano was breaking out throwning his hot lava just right into my face. can u fucking believe it? i gave her the number of my nephew's wife where i am staying at and instantly ask her if she is toying with me. she assured me that that wasnt the case so i calmed down a bit as in i wasnt sweating myself to death any longer and we started talking for several hours.

well that is the night made me believing in human kind again.. now i am sitting here chewing off my nails while waiting for her to call and of course letting the date pass WITHOUT doing anything stupid.

even if u dont like me guys.. wish me luck, i'd never ask for sth else again ever..