The killer conversationalist...

Ukko Nooa,
Two weeks ago, Saturday.
I see the girl who I met in the toilets of Amarillo, some months back.
Let’s call her Amar.

Has the same name as Rabbit.
And actually there was a third girl with the same name; the Italian is after that one.

So, Amar comes to say hello.
Some conversations:

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Buddy: Hello, so where did you meet Finndistan?
Amar: We fucked.
Buddy: …………..

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Amar: Wanna fuck?
Me: Lets go out, I know a place, close by. We can give the drinks to my friends; they will keep an eye on it…
Amar: What?
Me: Yea, fifteen minutes is all we need ?
Amar: Let’s go to my place.
Me: No.

She did not come. Wanted to go home. I wanted some outside action, and come back to Ukko. So I declined. She declined.

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Me, and Rabbit talking, Amar comes, so that Rabbit hears also:

Amar: Finndistan, are you gonna fuck me or her tonight? I need to know, so I can find somebody else.
Finndistan: I told you what I will do and what not.
Amar: If you are not going with me, I will fuck my ex.. But I don’t like him.
Finndistan: Then I can’t help you.

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The next week,
Buddy picks up a fight with this girl.
ItalianBuddy is shown two fingers, followed by a “fuck off”

Two weeks later,
Rabbit has a chat with the girl, and as I heard, it really was not in my favor : ) Though I still wonder what was told.

I am just a messenger

This is a friend's mail:

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Okay, here it is. Its probably a bit long, so you might want to edit it. And I
would rather that you did not use my name on the website (anonymity is bliss,
specially in as small a place as Tampere).
Cheers,
X
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This is in Ilves Night Club, in the middle of a not-so-cold-just-yet October
night where I was hanging out with friends.

After two very quick beers, I was feeling a bit heady.I needed a break, so I
walked off to a corner by myself. Not long after, I noticed two gypsy women,
very conspicuous with their flowing traditional costumes. I also happened to
notice that they seemed to be talking about me. The talking turned into some
gesticulation and wide-eyed staring at me. And this continued for a while. I
gestured to them, an expression along the lines of "is there a problem?". By
now, I was utterly confused about being subjected to disconcerting stares and
felt very much like an animal in a zoo.

To my relief, the women decided to walk off in another direction, though they
did not stop staring at me every once in a while. I think I was still worried
(and probably more confused than anything else). Sure enough, in about a minute
they were back again.

This time, there was an actual conversation (fortunately by now I know enough
Finnish to have a not-unsubstantial conversation).

Woman1: "Puhutko suomea?" or something like that (Trans: Do you speak Finnish)
Me: "Vähän." (Trans: a little)
Woman2: "Mistä maasta sä oot?" (Trans: which country are you from?)
Me: "Intiasta." (Trans: from India)

At this point, woman2 nods vigorously to woman1 to express "I told you so".

By now, it is dawning on me now that the women are quite excited about meeting
and talking to a real-life Indian (Gypsies are thought to have originated from
India, something not so well known in Finland). But what happened next really,
really confused me.

Woman1: (after further appraising me) "Olet komea mies" (Trans: You are a
handsome man)
Woman2: (giggling) "tosi komea mies" (Trans: Really handsome)

And then, both of them run away. Leaving me confused and relieved. But on
further analysis (which lasted through the night), I figured there could be two
reasons for what happened:

- Skin color (my skin color is not all fair and not all dark, it leaves a lot
of Finns confused: "this guy can't be Mediterranean"). Which would be weird,
because it would be a form of inverse racism.
- Historical context. Perhaps for historical reasons, Gypsies have some
attachment to things Indian (I lay no claim to understanding their culture, I
have only seen one Gypsy movie, with English subtitles, and it was a nice
one). In this case, I regret I wasn't able to ask them more about why they
thought so.

Either way, it made for a sleepless night.

What Am I Supposed To Think?

I think it was last weekend…
We are leaving Ukko Noa, and waiting outside for our Finn to come…
As usual, he is late..

A girl has come to him, and something as written down here has happened:

Girl:
"Hello, do you have some time to chat?”
“Oh, I was just leaving. Do you know the foreigners who were with me by the table?”

Why this question was asked, I don’t know, I asked, and the reason is still a mystery. The Finn says he was playing Mr. X, and so he played the innocent, not knowing what was going on. So used us as some innocence shield or something.. Really, asked, but did not understand the answer…

But what shall I think about the answer the girl gave:
“Yes, but I did not have sex with Finndistan”
……

If this girl will be shown to me, she will be banged hard.

Dogs and cats? Not again....

My very good friend in Turkey had a dog… Lovely bastard that was…
A very good friend in Finland had a dog… Used to walk around when we had sex… No prob… She also had a cat.. The cat was outside most the time…
Three years ago I was in a house with three cats, one of them fucked my nite…

Last week I end up in a house.
Thirty square meters…
Somewhere near peltolammi…
Two dogs and three cats…

As I am fooling around, I have a cat licking my toe.
As we have sex, I suddenly see a dog head emerging from the side of the bed…
As I am lying there, a cat is just rubbing God-knows which part to my leg…

This is still OK…
They are animals in the end.. I don’t care them watching,
As long as none of them go for my balls…

Then at night…

Suddenly wake up with a cat’s belly on your head…
With a dog breathing at your foot…
With a cat, walking gracefully on your blanket…
The same cat making place for her near your belly, just squeezing herself in…

The worst part was when the girl got up to the toilet in the middle of the nite, and stepped on a dog’s tail…

Night was silent…
Suddenly a dog’s shriek, a cry.. loud…

I literally lift off the bed, awaiting an attack…
Heart jumping from forty to hundred and sixty in a second…
Total state of panic, fear and fight…

OK, I do have my problems falling asleep with a girl beside me, am not used to that..
But try sleeping in a fucking zoo…

Is this real?

Having lunch with my lunchbuddy...
She takes her glass of water, during our pleasant chat,
Puts it to her lip…
Face goes sour… Eyes open disgustedly…
Looks at the glass…

There is some girl’s lipstick on it…

Gets up, going to the restaurant worker, thinking,
“I will complain about this. They ruined my lunch. And stomach’s upset, too… Damn… Will ask her to explain this… Excuse herself…Damn pissed I am.. Disgusting… Can’t they bloody wash the dishes????”

Goes to the counter,
Shows the glass, angry faced:
“Can you explain what this is?”
Answer given in a normal formal way:

“Lipstiiiick…”
“……”

The Shorties and Goldies Section

Here we have mini stories, updated as necessary. Short anectodes etc.


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A new Turkish guy.. Looking like a Turk comes to town.
“Where are you from?”
“Turkey”
Next week, Japanese people come to him,
“Hey, we heard you are from Tokyo”
…
If he looks Japanese,
I am from Madagascar…

******

The same guy..
“Where do you come from?”
“I am Turkish, but came from Canada..”
“You are lying… What do you do here?”
“I work for Nokia”
“You are lying”

******

So, a small pizza kebab place in Tampere:
Italiano Pizza Kebab…

Now, apart from the Kebab in town being a disgrace to the Oriental Food family, since when did kebab become Italian?
Ok, I could argue, Italians are descendants of Turks and German, but this is a disgrace to Kebab…
Italiano Kebab…
Piss off…..

******

This is another story, but still,
“I am afraid of you, do you want to kill me?”
(Tampere, me, the guy, and the knife pointing to my belly)

******

Me, and a guy, in a bar, the conversation is as it is here:
He: “What’s your name?”
“Finndistan, yours?”
“Sami”
“Sami.”
“Yes. Where are you from? Spain, Italy?”
“No, am German”
“Say, do you have many girls?”
.....

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“My husband is here, so can we meet another day? I would like to”
(Tampere, a friend)

******

After interacting with my friend, she decides to call her exboyfriend...
Literally
“You made me horny, I call my ex...”
(Oulu, Tampere, a friend)

******

Girl: I have read your page..
Me: Good.
Girl: I am surprised to see you have intelligence
Me: Bbub blub blub blub bl.......
(Tampere, Doris, Me)

******

Girl: What’s your name?
Boy: Ricardo. (Had to change name)
Girl: Oh, you are from Afghanistan?
(Tampere, Ricardo)

******

A girl told me, after I told her that the spanish, italian and especially french have it tremendously easy in this place to get laid.

“No, no, the girls just want to play with those guys”
As if the boys wish for something else....
(Tampere, me)

******

My first semester, after a party, with a girl, ask for her phone number, says no, curious, ask why,
“I want to be difficult”
Fine, now she weighs at least twenty kilos more.. Thanx for being difficult!
(Tampere, me)

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A girl I am jackassing ‘cause she does not like me flirting with her friend.
“You know your problem is my roots, my nationality” – Because she was quite nice until she learned I was not from Italy, Spain, Greece ,whatever..
“I do not care about your country. My problem is you” – ATTEEEEN-----HUT
“So I am an asshole” – referencing to our previous conv’s..
“Yes. Where are you from, asshole?” – Though was not interested in my country???? Olalala
(Tampere, me)

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In the bar, a dark haired guy, a girl comes.. Music’s loud,
“Ola!”
“ha?”
“Ola!”
“huh?”
“Ola! Ola!”
“Cola???”
(Tampere, a friend of mine)

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Woman comes to man:
“Do you like big lips or small lips?”
“Where?”
“The pu**y”
“Small”
“Then I will not fuck you tonite”
Leaves
(Helsinki, a friend of mine)

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“I will not have sex with you, but you can fuck me”
(Tampere, me, a good nite)

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Girl having a boyfriend giving blowjob to a friend of mine, not her boyfriend.
Friend wants more,
“Let’s do it”
“No”
“Why, I mean you are blowing me”
“Yes, now you are external, sex is internal, I have a boyfriend for that”
"..."
(Tampere, a friend of mine)

******

“You will never get it that the bars are only about sex.”
(Tampere, me, a girl after telling me she loves me)

******

“We girls are not girls to be loved, we are just to be played with. Play with us.”
(Tampere, me, one of the two girls who ran away when I played : ) )

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Two years relationship, no sex, maybe two handjobs.. Am in love, suddenly am downthere, giving her pleasure.. Was my longest try ever.. After she came countless times.. No penetration, of course.. As said, no sex for two years,
“It was fun, but there was something missing”
Guess what???
(Turkey, me, long term girlfriend)

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“You should not have done it”
(Turkey, me, same girl, referencing to the tongue works I had done so many times)

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A girl I flirted with some time ago.
“Come to me, for one night only. But then you will leave in the morning. Only one night, OK” She says at night,
“Will you call me?” in the morning
(Tampere, me)

******

In some bar, a friend:
“Hi!”
“Bye”
(Tampere, a friend of mine)

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One of my friends, a total Turkish Profesional Nazi, an extreme macho, liked to conversate with transvestites. One day in a special bar, he is chatting with one, when a customer arrives, and the (wo)man turns to my friend,
“Ohh sweeetie, I will just give a second (have sex) and come back, just wait here.”
“Bi verip gelecem”
(Turkey, a friend of mine)

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“Will you tell my boyfriend I am a good girl??”
“No”
The week before I did that, and the couple broke up due to a jealosy crisis of the guy. And this girl has been undressing me for the last hour.. good girl my ass…
(Tampere, me)

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I colorado, went with the stage bull.. Three girls approach him,
“Are you french?”
“No”
“Oh Noooooo”
(Tampere, a friend of mine)

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In any bar, after some conversation
“Where are you from?”
“Turkey”
“Noooooo, can’t be”
(Tampere, a friend of mine)

*******

“Hey, what’s up?”
“Nothing you need to know”
(Tampere, a friend of mine – This was like the second best rejection I heard.. Loved it)

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In any bar,
“Spanish? – No – Italian – No – Afgani – No – Greek – No – Where from?”
“Germany, Turkey…”
Her friends overhearing,
“Eiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii” – translation : “nooooooooooooooooooo”
(Tampere, me)

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“Where are you from?”
“Gana (or India – both happened)”
“Oh niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice” – In a tone a mom talks to the kid
(Tampere, friends)

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Drunk Women, yes... or no???

Two parts:

Click to go to part two.

Part one:


I am leaning to the bar with my friends on Saturday night,
A girl comes by, I give her eye contact… she stops…
So I introduce her to my friend, but I get total interest from the girl..
My friends leave…
It’s not late yet..
Around twelve.. Early..
I start chatting with the girl…
Cute..
A little belly…
And turns out she is thirty two..… I thought late twenties.. Blame it on make up…
She wants to touch my face, but that is only permitted for a girl I am kissing.. Nobody else touches my face.. I really get pissed off…
Told her not to..
She tried, I declined, and she got the message…
A little more chat, and I get her dancing in front of me, enjoying every second of the sight…
The whole chat takes about a quarter an hour, my friends getting the message in the first minute, left already…

In the meantime, she has my hand in hers, and put it up to kiss it… Booomm… That is a no no.. No woman kisses my hand other than foreplay… In foreplay you can paralyze me by that, but not in a bar.. Where I know I have the power over the girl, and nothing will happen…

Gets the message…

Her hand starts caressing my chest, my belly, and me the pleasure seeker, enjoy that too.
Mentions her sister, a little talk about her, and I actually see the possibility of a threesome with two sisters.. But still..
The nite is early, and I am not going to spend it with her…
Ask for her number, get it, she says please call me…
I call her, as I said, on Tuesday, and here is the answer:

“I’m so sorry, I was very drunk last Saturday, and I didn’t know what I was doing.. So I don’t want to meet, or keep any contact with you, Sorry!”
At this message I knew I had a story, so I wanted more info which I can write down,
“Funny. Sad that you were drunk. Maybe sad maybe good, that I did not exploit that. But tell me one thing: Why the change?
Curiosity”

Answer came:
“I don’t have any explanation. I just don’t want to meet you. So, please, don’t contact me”
Now I am wondering, do Finnish women get drunk to justify their fast and easy sex, to find an excuse for the idea of themselves being a slut?

Click to go to Part two – just got inspired

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After mentioning the SMS in the DRUNK WOMEN story, commenting at the end,
I got these three mails as reply from friends..

Fin:
“They are..
Meeting today the redhead,, 1st she got interested, then she thought I'm a player/looking for 1 nights, then she seems interested again.. Random mind?
br

:P”

Non Finn:

“C'mon *****... from which planet are you coming? Are you sure you are Finnish? that your parents didn't adopt you? :-)
... normal behaviour... As I said, women are afraid to be happy! they can not admit that we know what is best for them :-)”

Another non-Finn:

“Hmmm.. these girls ! It's like they are in some kind of " Stupidity contest" just as you start to think you've seen the worst they hit with another hard stupid ball.... f....k”

Simple man’s mind….

Drunk women, part two

So to repeat myself,
Do Finnish women get drunk to justify their fast and easy sex?

This is the second part of this story

Is being drunk an excuse for fucking around?
All over the world, it is said,
“He just swept me over my feet”
“He was so irresistible”
Etc..
Here, is it said:
“I was so drunk” ???

Take the prechristmas parties…

So many rape complaints given after these parties against colleagues the women have slept with… After some investigation, it turns out it was sex wanted by both parties, and a little alcohol… In the morning, the wife has to explain the husband why she fucked that cute twenty-five year old paperboy… So, go to police, to cover up.. Or say she was drunk…

Countless times, I refused a beautiful woman’s sex offer, because she was drunk, and upon later communication, they had boyfriends… I could’ve.. I didn’t…

I should’ve…
But then, poor boyfriends…
God only knows who else has been in that woman while she was drunk… Or where he has been when he was drunk…

OK, I DO NOT LIKE BOOZED UP PEOPLE.
I also drink.. But I still have blood, not alcohol in my blood.
Over thirty bottles of high quality – also some high percentage- alcohol in my house is my witness…
……

I used to have this principle,
Never fuck a drunken girl..

I know guys.. Finns and foreigners…
One even said,
“Drunken girl is best…
She comes, passes out.. I fuck her.. And sleep…”
Ah, and he is from one of these countries which are supposed to have the romantic lovers…. Not Middle East or Russia…

A Finn:
“Drunken woman is good…
You fuck her, put her in a cab, pay the cab…
Go sleep.. She won’t remember”
And this was a guy considered nice and cute by ladies… Not in town anymore…

Once, I saw a friend, girl from the gym, in a bar..
We had been flirting for half a year or so,…
I walked her home, and she invited me in… Sex was incredible.. I was not drunk…
In the morning.. She wakes up..
“What are you doing here?..... Oh I’m glad it is you”…. Boooom…

But then after some more observation, I found out that.
- Women drink to get laid.
- If you don’t have sex with them that night, you lost your chance….
- The idea, don’t fuck drunken women, is against the rules here.

All of them drink…
As I said, I believe its self excuse, self justification, for the seemingly committed sins… No woman, not even in this place where women have total independence, wants to be called bitch or slut…

So, you were drunk.. It was not your fault.. You knew not what you were doing… Was the sex good?... Oh yea… But I don’t remember…. Hmm… Alcohol…

One thing I wonder though is
What is the point in having sex, if you can’t remember it?
What is the point in having sex, if you have to find excuses?

And decision has been made…
Drunken women are back in the list…
Gotta give them what they want.
Disgusting?

Yes.

Fuck around.. Ok.. But giving false hopes???

Walking in the bar, on Saturday, I met a girl I knew from summer…
She stopped me, and told me one of her customers had mentioned me..
The customer being one of the exceptional women I have met in my life…

Anyway, after some chat, me, the asshole said why not, and inquired if she will answer this time if I call.. She shaked her head, no…

Some background:
Met her in summer… Good chat.. Clever girl.. And cute…
Refused my invitation to go swimming, but gave me her number..
She was seeing someone, possibly a fuckbuddy who was jealous…
Seemingly, he treated her bad.. Put her down.. Insulted her… And she was still seeing him..
I should’ve seen the signs, and exit.. But a if man smells pussy, its hard to leave…
Anyway, so after some messaging, it turned out we will not meet.. Fine… A little less salt in my soup…

Saw her couple of times in a bar, always she said hi, especially if I was having fun with a good looking girl at the time… Of course.. Ego trip… Social proof.. Beauty proof… So predoctable and see thru… What the hell, hi…

The present:
So she said, she has a boyfriend..
I said, the one from summer?
Oh no, that was a jerk… - No kiddin…. Women and having no clue… Though another sign or me not to excuse myself for my behaviour… I am an ass… So what… Anyway…

She was in Turkey for a holiday…

A-ha… I thought, there it goes.. another bastard to move into the country… A two weeks summer fuck, then marry and come to Finland… Then, knowing Turks only from the beach gigolos, tell me you Turks are like this, you Turks are like that…

Turns out I was thinking too fast…
He is no Turk.
She met him in Turkey, but a Bulgarian, who is going to visit her…. In two weeks…

So, a guy, who is going to fly two thousand kilometers…
There is a promise of monogamy in that. At least given by her…
If the guy is no multimillionaire, he won’t fly that distance for a fuck…

She has made promises… or shown them… As, possibly he, independent of where he is working, is looking for a way out to this stable economy.. And thinks serious. Very serious… Here he is not the white sheep, no no, he is black as coal, - please don’t go making analogies to black men.. I am using the white sheep, black sheep thing.. Ok? – but then, he is not the topic here.

Two hours later…
Downstairs…
She asked a hunk for a dance, was in his throat on the second verse of the song…

A-ha… This is called having a boyfriend who she loves, who will visit her, I thought, smiled to myself… Poor boy.. Has not seen hell yet…

Another lesson.
Just another lesson…

Seriously, for the ones now sarcastically thinking rejection affects a man, have to say that the realization that I got a story to write was more effective than being turned down.. I was happy for that.. And me smiling up of the dancefloor, crooked, as usual, with my thumbs in my pockets, thinking what to write proves that.. Good feeling.. Back in business..

Women with baggage.... Do I have to be nice?

I have a skirt fetish…
Especially when there are boots below the skirt…
Irresistible…
And a plus is a beautiful face on a very good body…

She was walking behind me..
I said to her something which I can’t make public as I use it often.. And works like a charm..
In this case almost backfired…
See her again, me, in the have fun mood, went with the same approach…

She is twenty seven…. She is a nice girl… I am scary.. She is a waitress… She likes her hair, and mine… No, she won’t give me her number… She is a good girl… Goes out only once in two months or so… Oh, she won’t tell me where she works…

Only five minutes…
She attacked my lips….. My hair… My back.. My chest… Lets herself be pressed between me and the wall….
It was a pickup, to be put in the Bible…
Took her number and exited…

Unlucky for me, I saw her again.. So we sat down.. More kissing etc…
And hour later.. around two thirty…
“Do you like children?”
“Yes but, don’t wanna have one”
“I have one”
“Cute”

“So if I go home now, will you call me?”
“Yes, but I have to say I don’t date..”, I said.
“If I come to your place and just sleep?” – I know we would have fucked, but I have no time for these games… go home.. chat till seven.. then try to have half asleep sex.. not for her.

“Look, if you are gonna come now to my place, knowing I will not sleep, let’s go… If you want to sleep, I will leave now, get to my friends…”

That was the end..
I lost my mood…
And I left.

Do I have to be nice because she has a child?
The father of the kid has not been… Do I have to give special treatment?
No.

I felt like sex.
Not a relationship with baggage.
I did not get what I wanted.
Honest and brutal I left…
My mistake, that I lost the rest of my night due to loosing my temper,
To the fact that she expected me to want a relationship with her – some said things not written here…
To the fact, I was about to go for a very cute volleyball player before I saw her the second time…

Most of all, to the fact, that a perfect pickup was wasted….

Who is racist? Who is aggressive?

One night.. There is Boomi party in Panama..
I go there, get bored, decide to go home…
On the way, I check Emma…

The minute I am in, a fight breaks out..
Some Finns against a Turk, two Bosnians, and one or two Arabs…

The fight ends fast, as the non-Finns dominate the fight well ahead, I just sit and watch, just like other non Finns waiting if their help is needed…
It is not…
The Finns are thrown out,
After ten minutes, I go to the guy I know, talk to him..
The reason for the fight, is that a fin with backup goes up to them to say:

“Vitun Neekeri” – Fucked up nigger….

What man, you looking for death or something?

And then it’s the foreigners who are aggressive, hostile etc…
To consider that guys were still white skinned… Wonder what the Africans go through…

Its time to turn the mirror to yourself, for some Finns…
Finland may be in top ten in per man national income, may be highest in woman rights, may be highest in quality of education,

But also one of the highest in
The own country’s named said on TV, “Finnish chicken, Finnish airline, Finnish made this Finnish made that…”
Unprovoked violence…
Court orders for keeping safe distance..
Families keeping their phone numbers secret…
Suicides..
Per man crime…
Family violence…
Alcohol induced illness/death…
Divorce…
Number of women without experiencing orgasm in their life – www.durex.com

Number of youngsters carrying STD’s – from www.helsinginsanomat.fi

Finland is not hell, no way, I appreciate what has been done in this God Forsaken geography, but please stop this thing about Finns being the best people in the world..

You are human…
Just as we are.

Women not used to laugh...

Wondered after Saturday…
When I saw this chick from the gym,
Who had high interest in me, a few months ago, until she learned she could not possess me… Me, still would bed her…

She had a friend with her…
I had my friends sitting on the table behind me…
A little alcohol and two “Captain Black, Sweet” cigars I had...
Good mood…

From the point I met the ladies, and got introduced to the friend, it has been constant laughter... Non stop for more than a quarter an hour…
We were standing by the bar...
Girls on the other side eyeing me all the time – of course, the moment I leave the girls, my value will be down again... I know it, I accept it... It’s the game…

The girls with me, laughing, punching me...
Telling me I am rude...
So what... you like it...
Laughter…

I started getting curious when the ladies started telling me I am weird…
I was making them laugh… their whole body shaking… Would be loud if they would have the bells for cows on their necks…
And that made me weird…
Told me at one point I am a clown...

I said, the difference between me and a clown is that, a clown takes his business seriously, but I take my business, them, not seriously... Hands up, Thanx god..
Another wave of laughter…
Oh..

Imitating a Finnish player…

First laughter... Then “no.. we don’t do that kind of guy”
More imitation, and then laughter, and “yea you are right”
And more I am weird’s….

This tells a lot to the eye which analyses, the gut which feels…
Humor…
The thing about humor is that, it works like unplayed self esteem…
If a girl cannot look behind the requirements of humor – social proof, social courage, good mood, being content with oneself, having found peace, self esteem, self love, love for others etc etc…
Only thing she will see, is “this guy is trying to make me laugh”…
A guy who is trying… That is a no… no…

Only the girls who have the higher self esteem, can take it as a challenge, can know that a guy with humor is not necessarily a weak man, compared to the guy on the corner playing the player.. Only a girl with high self esteem has the courage to look past the laughter.

And only a girl with self esteem busts back. The ultimate conversation.

Only the girls with the perception know that the guy with humor is not entertaining the girls, he is entertaining himself.. The girls are just a décor on the stage – I myself have a few exceptions, who usually are the top girls in any environment when I meet them, most importantly, through my eyes… And the women’s, who are jealous of her, of me, the men who stare like hungry foxes… Bla bla bla…

With them the humor is shared…
Interesting that humor is taken as weird…
Life is too short..
Too short to get a girl by playing hard to get..
I am hard to get…
For many girls, mission impossible..
For the rest, mission impossible, if what I want is not what they want..
But on the way, I am going to have my fun. And fun means laughter. If I laugh, I do not laugh alone.

I am weird.
Enjoy it while you can.

A country obsessed with gigolos

Boomi party,

See this girl from gym... Actually she saw me… At sports I do not look around much.. It’s me and the bar… And music… I feel good…

On the way home, she asked me
“Are you training fro some kind of sports?”

Apart that I do some martial art stuff, play tennis, jog, swim, like sailing etc.. I train for myself, for the good feeling…
“No why?”
“Just wanted to know why you train”
“Why do you train?”
“For myself”
“So, I can’t train for myself? For my pleasure, for the feeling?”

“That is so Gigolo like”
“Voi vittu” …………………………What the fuck?........

VIP, a misfuck

This country is cold...
This countries main single attraction is bars...
Bars have entrance fees and queues…
The booze is expensive…

If you observe in a bar, you will see many girls flirting with the bouncers – seen all over the world – but many just stay as a flirt, many don’t…
Especially bouncers, not bartenders…
Bouncers control the door, the entrance, the queue and the fee…

In many bars, you will find underage girls, flirting with the bouncers…
Apart from the bouncer being a manly figure, smelling of danger and excitement, more important is that he controls the door..
Free entrance, fast entrance…

In a country where taxi drivers get laid by women who have emptied their pockets for booze… A fuck which is worth around fifteen euros… what do you expect… three free entrances have a higher value…

And you fuck one bouncer, his friend grant you entrance too… One bouncer many bars..
Good deal…
And here is a conversation in a column of the City Magazine of Helsinki:

Girl: Hello Max, I have a question.
Max: Go on, and ask it..
Girl: I want a VIP card to Helsinki Club.
Max: And?
Girl: And I fucked the bouncer to get one of those.
Max: Helsinki Club has no VIP card, by the way.

: )


Update: The Bar mentioned here is wrong. Memory problems...

Player meets the bitch – Reloaded '

This happened three weeks ago...

So the girl from Player Meets the Bitch..
Is walking past me, stops..
I don’t remember now, but something like..
“You are an asshole…”
“Huh?.. Hi, btw…”
“you left me all alone there that nite”
“Hey hey… hold on there… you were the one to tell me to fuck off, then ignore me…”
“no you left..”
“after your behavior.. do you think I will get down on my knees and beg? C’mon.. where do you live…”
“no you left..”
“fuck it.. I left, because you fucked me off… I had such a great night, until you fucked it up.. Now don’t tell me it was me who left..”
“no, I did not.. You just got up and went away…”
“now lady… listen.. this happened – tell her the story what happened – “
“you bastard… don’t lie…”
“why the fuck shall I lie… this is like it happened.. now if you don’t remember, it’s your fucking problem” – I am so pissed off… As I really had a very good evening till she freaked out…
“you are an asshole…. You are lying…”
“Get away from my face… And come back when you remember the fuck you did….”
“Bastard…”

On wolf, sheep and rabbits...

Upon a mail I got from a lady I have been after for two years, and who has been here a couple of times, it popped into my head...

Wolf…
Sheep…
Bunnies…
Sheep in wolf skin…

What is this?
Hunter..
Hunted…

First of all…

Wolf..
Is a hunter…
Knows where he stands…

Is not afraid to move.. On the contrary, needs to hunt, to survive… Instincts are to find prey,… to survive… And is a pack animal, sometimes leader in the pack, though all have leader qualities, and challenge each other for leadership, and occasionally chooses solitude…


Sheep and bunnies….
Sometimes called the hunted..
Scared…

Need acknowledgement from society.. .A pack animal… Not self dependent… Basic instinct is to survive by not being consumed.. Afraid of power… Worships power… Follows power… Real power frightens, but faked power is accepted…

Many like to become the wolf, but the security of their surroundings are hard to turn back to and leave…

What is all this bullshit?

Lately I have realized, I like to go for women who have high self confidence… Who have a high standing… Whose physical, social and emotional status is challenging for me…
Ok, I also have the ones which are not like this.. Call, have sex, goodbye…

The challenging women, I like to call, like to talk to, like to sleep with, spend the nite.. Joke.. Have fun, touch.. Feel them… Not knowing if I will see them again.. They not knowing me… A challenge on every time…

Women, who are scary for other men, unattainable…
Women, who are not scared of projected calmness, excitement, weakness, fear, self esteem, power, lust, passion, choice, awareness…
Women who take a man following their instincts, knowing it, liking it…
Women, who are the wolf..
A kind knows the other…
And wolf suits wolf…
When the hunter hunts the hunted, who, in turn, is a hunter, hunting the hunted…
Two lions sharing the same bed..
Vicious, hard, dangerous…

Bunnies are consumed, even though they have fun and the wolf has fun… Its nature.. Wolf eats meat.
Wolfs are enjoyed, lust and pleasure on both sides…
And wolf is not afraid of wolf – did I say that?

But bunnies, women with lower self esteem, sheep, they are afraid, they get scared, they, if realize, are afraid to be consumed, devoured by the carnivorous, lust seeking wolf.
Bunnies rather fall for the sheep with wolf skin, as it is easy to see through the false projection.. The eyes say the truth… Bunnies know they can cope with that…

Dunno.. kinda got lost writing this…
One thing to end this lost text:
Wolf is not cruel.. as wolf needs no proof for his ego…
Sheep, bunnies, they are cruel, they need proof they exist.. On the expense on whoever’s available…
Cruelty does not affect the wolf.. A wolf says, prey with foul meat not worth consuming.. Choose another…
That is another reason why bunnies dislike the godlike wolf, as they cannot affect him.
Same for male bunnies.
So in the end,

Solution for a wolf, find a wolf..
Just like an eagle not feeling to deal with pigeons…
A hunter who is hunted has the joy of being hunted. As he is hunting the same time.
It’s a war.
Lust and pleasure being the outcome.

(Update the next evening:)

So, I wrote the above, read it again, have to admit, it is quite confusing.

Shortly,

Even though most women want a man who is a man, the fear him.. His independence, his self assuredness, his power.

The only ones which can handle a man, are the ones which are not afraid… May be nose up, may not be nose up – as I considered nose up women having their nose up just to prove their self esteem to themselves…. Still… - these women are a scarcity.

Solution for these guys, is to be selective, only go for the top of the pyramid.

Your range gets so much smaller, in the bar environment, while a normal guy can hit on twenty girls, this guy only can four, maybe five… With much much higher rejection possibilities.. But experience has shown that, women with a self esteem, not close to the guy, or higher, will cause troubles at the first occasion, fucking up a night/week/month…

The wolf – wolf thing is this.

You need to play in your league or higher…

Lower league – not talking about looks or intelligence, intelligence btw, ranking lowest in the www.durex.com survey, talking about self esteem – is a no no for someone with higher s.e., as the interaction is destined to fuck up. So, a wolf has the best time with a wolf, tiger etc, not a bunny, rabbit…

Chicks are good though ?

Chicky chick chick…