tl;dr: did not bang Iceland.
For those who want more detail about my experience in the country, my excuses are as follows;
Q: "why didn't you go on the weekend??"
A: I wanted to use this weekend for Scotland. I have 3 dates pipelined, 1 of whom is currently sending me ass pics, and am staying with tonight after I land in Edinburgh. But more on that later.
So first & foremost, the weather here is absolutely miserable. More precisely, it is consistently unpredictable shades of miserable. You get sun for about 5 minutes. Then it will start light raining out of nowhere. Followed by intense wind. Then big fat rain pellets the size of cats and near darkness. Back to sun. There's a T-shirt in the gift shop that says, "Welcome to Iceland. Don't like the weather? Just wait 5 minutes...". It's true. The weather changes every 5 minutes like clockwork.
It smells like eggs everywhere. Sulfur is in the water. Really gross.
Hipster factor is strong here. Although it is a different kind of thing than Williamsburg or Silverlake. Less insufferable. But still hipster none the less.
I found running day game here almost as brutal as the weather. Not only does the outdoor weather perpetually suck for it, but the girls are shy, quiet, and suspicious of strangers. If you're into nordic looking blondes (and I am into nordic looking blondes), there is definitely some talent to be found in Reykjavik. Unfortunately, it's mostly older folks walking around during the weekday though. The women do not appear to age well here either. Marry at your own risk.
In bang Iceland, Roosh talks about the beautiful fair skin the girls here have. Having come from latin america, I think he experienced some bias. I came over from Montreal, where they had just as many light skin tones, but healthier looking skin on average. Here in Iceland the girls are fair, but their skin is far more rough and weathered looking compared to what you see in northern north america.
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TL;DR I didn't connect with anyone in Iceland. Not even socially, much less sexually. I don't want to discourage people from going, because weekends are probably totally different. But during the weekdays here, these were my experiences;
Chat a cute california brunette at JFK airport. She's also en route to Iceland. A true Iceland men groupie you could say. Seems to have a wealth of knowledge about the city. We exchange contact info. Think to myself I just lined up a date before landing in the country. (too bad she went radio silence next day after the first 2 txts. Sure enough, she had some Icelandic cock ready to go on tap)
Land in Iceland.
Stepped off the plane into a bitter chill. Hop the shuttle to my airbnb room downtown. My host was a viking straight out of a Led Zepplin II song. He was the best part of my trip. Real salt of the earth type bro. Martial artist. Taoist. Self made. PM me if you're going, because you should stay with him.
Walking around outside, I can't believe people live here. It looks like most stores along Laugavegur are dedicated to selling warm ass clothing. I can see why.
A few cuties here & there, but mostly dudes and older folks out on a Monday afternoon. Starving, I pop into a diner for an egg cheese & spinich omlet. $20. Restaurant rape.
Still hungry, I pop into a sushi joint. They're spinning old school Bjork inside. Nice. Order a salmon roll for $12. If this is my introduction to Scandanavian food prices, I'm either gonna have to learn how to fish, or find a supermarket.
The men are hugely tall & hardy looking. My god. Evolution played its part ensuring only the strong survived. Must have ice in their veins to deal with this cold day in & day out.
Stop a tall brown hair blue eyed girl in the street for a good coffee place. She talks sloooowly. But purposefully. She's friendly enough, if a bit cold demeanor. She's heading to her job at the sushi place down the block. I ask her what's on for after work. Nothing much she says. I invite her to have a kaffi with me then. She says, "sorry, but I can't. I am in school, and I am an art student."
I stand there for an awkward amount of time trying to process if her objection was something she believed, or just the lamest excuse I've ever heard. I laugh out loud. Persist a bit more, but she is ice. Unmoving. I keep it moving.
Later that night (monday), I walk to the town center. Most bars I pass have men at the tables drinking it up. The most happening was the quite originally named, "The English Pub". Singer songwriter on the guitar. All tables filled with mixed groups. Mostly somber expressions, but a few folks singing along. 2 girls in the whole pub. Not cute. All other bars are dead as a door nail.
Next day, I get what's billed as traditional Viking food at a restaurant near the big church. The waitress is tall slim and cute. Flirt with her during my meal. Her accent is thick. She is actually from a tiny island off the main big island. She's a design student.
A little sarcasm seems to go a long way in interesting her more. An hour later she brings me check. I ask her what's on for after work? She says she's going home. I tell her she should come out and have a drink with me instead. She says she can't because she has a child & husband at home. She looks about 19.
As I'm walking out the door, she makes a bold move to stop me, and say, "I feel very flattered what you asked me. Thank you". All in a days work little lady.
Later spot a big blonde/blue with tight black everything sitting solo outside a kaffi house. I roll up and ask if the kaffi is any good. We chat for 10 minutes about Iceland. Average convo. She doesn't have the best social skills, but I'm willing to plow to get traction. Just before I'm about to suggest an instadate, she "has to go!" and runs off.
I spent the next 6 hours trying to get my phone working with the SIM card I bought. Rooting, updating, crashing, and fixing again.
Last day I tried a few more sets. The hottest girl I saw in Iceland walked past me. Long blonde hair. Animal print coat. Black heels. Skin white as snow. Nose piercing. Fast walker. I ran after her. Did the "yadstop" move. Tried going direct. Excuse me! Hi. I noticed you. I had to come say...I saw you...I had to come meet you.
"yes ok?" She is super logical. She does not stop walking. Goes *around me*, but at least slowed down a bit.
I start walking along side her. I ask her if there's a good smoothie place. She gives me very specific and detailed instructions on how to find it. I tell her that's awesome, and that it's a good thing she's so logical, otherwise I would totally be flirting with her. Finally she laughs and I am able to get a little traction.
We walk chat for 10 or so blocks. I learn that she plays bass in a punk rock band, and has a show tonight. I am genuinely interested & impressed. Try to talk 70's punk rock with her, but she doesn't seem to understand. I ask her about the show tonight. I try to get myself invited with a bunch of not-so-subtle hints that I would love to go, but she doesn't invite me.
Finally we get to the end of the street and her guy friend is waiting for her. A tall, bearded, well dressed man. I thank her for the smoothie place and eject. At least the $8 smoothie was money.
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Bottom line, Iceland is a cold place. In more ways than 1. If it's nordic honey's you are after, I'd sooner try my luck in Sweeden or Norway where the people are a little less rough around the edges.
If day game is your thing, I would not recommend. Same goes for online game. Too low volume. Had 2 dates pipe lined, but both flaked. Contrast to Edinburgh my next spot, I already have naked pictures, and dozens okcupid & PoF messages popping off here at the airport.
PS don't do the "northern lights mystery tour". Cost me $60, and the reason it is named so is because it's a mystery as to you actually seeing the lights or not. In my case 5 hour bus ride later (with no hotties), and not.
For those who want more detail about my experience in the country, my excuses are as follows;
- I was only here for 3 nights, Monday - Thursday
- It was rainy & chilly every day
- Due to the disheartening weather, and lack of night game options, I didn't give my best effort
Q: "why didn't you go on the weekend??"
A: I wanted to use this weekend for Scotland. I have 3 dates pipelined, 1 of whom is currently sending me ass pics, and am staying with tonight after I land in Edinburgh. But more on that later.
So first & foremost, the weather here is absolutely miserable. More precisely, it is consistently unpredictable shades of miserable. You get sun for about 5 minutes. Then it will start light raining out of nowhere. Followed by intense wind. Then big fat rain pellets the size of cats and near darkness. Back to sun. There's a T-shirt in the gift shop that says, "Welcome to Iceland. Don't like the weather? Just wait 5 minutes...". It's true. The weather changes every 5 minutes like clockwork.
It smells like eggs everywhere. Sulfur is in the water. Really gross.
Hipster factor is strong here. Although it is a different kind of thing than Williamsburg or Silverlake. Less insufferable. But still hipster none the less.
I found running day game here almost as brutal as the weather. Not only does the outdoor weather perpetually suck for it, but the girls are shy, quiet, and suspicious of strangers. If you're into nordic looking blondes (and I am into nordic looking blondes), there is definitely some talent to be found in Reykjavik. Unfortunately, it's mostly older folks walking around during the weekday though. The women do not appear to age well here either. Marry at your own risk.
In bang Iceland, Roosh talks about the beautiful fair skin the girls here have. Having come from latin america, I think he experienced some bias. I came over from Montreal, where they had just as many light skin tones, but healthier looking skin on average. Here in Iceland the girls are fair, but their skin is far more rough and weathered looking compared to what you see in northern north america.
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Interactions
TL;DR I didn't connect with anyone in Iceland. Not even socially, much less sexually. I don't want to discourage people from going, because weekends are probably totally different. But during the weekdays here, these were my experiences;
Chat a cute california brunette at JFK airport. She's also en route to Iceland. A true Iceland men groupie you could say. Seems to have a wealth of knowledge about the city. We exchange contact info. Think to myself I just lined up a date before landing in the country. (too bad she went radio silence next day after the first 2 txts. Sure enough, she had some Icelandic cock ready to go on tap)
Land in Iceland.
Stepped off the plane into a bitter chill. Hop the shuttle to my airbnb room downtown. My host was a viking straight out of a Led Zepplin II song. He was the best part of my trip. Real salt of the earth type bro. Martial artist. Taoist. Self made. PM me if you're going, because you should stay with him.
Walking around outside, I can't believe people live here. It looks like most stores along Laugavegur are dedicated to selling warm ass clothing. I can see why.
A few cuties here & there, but mostly dudes and older folks out on a Monday afternoon. Starving, I pop into a diner for an egg cheese & spinich omlet. $20. Restaurant rape.
Still hungry, I pop into a sushi joint. They're spinning old school Bjork inside. Nice. Order a salmon roll for $12. If this is my introduction to Scandanavian food prices, I'm either gonna have to learn how to fish, or find a supermarket.
The men are hugely tall & hardy looking. My god. Evolution played its part ensuring only the strong survived. Must have ice in their veins to deal with this cold day in & day out.
Stop a tall brown hair blue eyed girl in the street for a good coffee place. She talks sloooowly. But purposefully. She's friendly enough, if a bit cold demeanor. She's heading to her job at the sushi place down the block. I ask her what's on for after work. Nothing much she says. I invite her to have a kaffi with me then. She says, "sorry, but I can't. I am in school, and I am an art student."
I stand there for an awkward amount of time trying to process if her objection was something she believed, or just the lamest excuse I've ever heard. I laugh out loud. Persist a bit more, but she is ice. Unmoving. I keep it moving.
Later that night (monday), I walk to the town center. Most bars I pass have men at the tables drinking it up. The most happening was the quite originally named, "The English Pub". Singer songwriter on the guitar. All tables filled with mixed groups. Mostly somber expressions, but a few folks singing along. 2 girls in the whole pub. Not cute. All other bars are dead as a door nail.
Next day, I get what's billed as traditional Viking food at a restaurant near the big church. The waitress is tall slim and cute. Flirt with her during my meal. Her accent is thick. She is actually from a tiny island off the main big island. She's a design student.
A little sarcasm seems to go a long way in interesting her more. An hour later she brings me check. I ask her what's on for after work? She says she's going home. I tell her she should come out and have a drink with me instead. She says she can't because she has a child & husband at home. She looks about 19.
As I'm walking out the door, she makes a bold move to stop me, and say, "I feel very flattered what you asked me. Thank you". All in a days work little lady.
Later spot a big blonde/blue with tight black everything sitting solo outside a kaffi house. I roll up and ask if the kaffi is any good. We chat for 10 minutes about Iceland. Average convo. She doesn't have the best social skills, but I'm willing to plow to get traction. Just before I'm about to suggest an instadate, she "has to go!" and runs off.
I spent the next 6 hours trying to get my phone working with the SIM card I bought. Rooting, updating, crashing, and fixing again.
Last day I tried a few more sets. The hottest girl I saw in Iceland walked past me. Long blonde hair. Animal print coat. Black heels. Skin white as snow. Nose piercing. Fast walker. I ran after her. Did the "yadstop" move. Tried going direct. Excuse me! Hi. I noticed you. I had to come say...I saw you...I had to come meet you.
"yes ok?" She is super logical. She does not stop walking. Goes *around me*, but at least slowed down a bit.
I start walking along side her. I ask her if there's a good smoothie place. She gives me very specific and detailed instructions on how to find it. I tell her that's awesome, and that it's a good thing she's so logical, otherwise I would totally be flirting with her. Finally she laughs and I am able to get a little traction.
We walk chat for 10 or so blocks. I learn that she plays bass in a punk rock band, and has a show tonight. I am genuinely interested & impressed. Try to talk 70's punk rock with her, but she doesn't seem to understand. I ask her about the show tonight. I try to get myself invited with a bunch of not-so-subtle hints that I would love to go, but she doesn't invite me.
Finally we get to the end of the street and her guy friend is waiting for her. A tall, bearded, well dressed man. I thank her for the smoothie place and eject. At least the $8 smoothie was money.
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Bottom line, Iceland is a cold place. In more ways than 1. If it's nordic honey's you are after, I'd sooner try my luck in Sweeden or Norway where the people are a little less rough around the edges.
If day game is your thing, I would not recommend. Same goes for online game. Too low volume. Had 2 dates pipe lined, but both flaked. Contrast to Edinburgh my next spot, I already have naked pictures, and dozens okcupid & PoF messages popping off here at the airport.
PS don't do the "northern lights mystery tour". Cost me $60, and the reason it is named so is because it's a mystery as to you actually seeing the lights or not. In my case 5 hour bus ride later (with no hotties), and not.
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