[Courage Reborn]

From being shut out in Iceland, to the more welcoming pastures of the UK, I have new tales to share.

Get some popcorn. This will be long. But worth it. I'm in rare form tonight fellas.

I was typing my Iceland story. All the while, I'm getting naked pictures from a pipeline girl eager to have a go upon my arrival. Curvy brunette. Naughty librarian glasses. 22 y/o. I don't book a room, because we've made plans for me to fuck her all night. She's sending me really raunchy NSFW messages. We've Skyped at this point, but we have never met. Loves sex, giving head, etc. A true slut in the purest sense. Gotta love these girls. I have a full boner waiting for the plane. Still have 8 hours to get there. The suspense is killing me. Type out my Iceland report all while getting pictures of her in various compromised positions. Inserting various toys in various orfices. I tell her to go get another toy for tonight at the sex shop, as well to have a dessert ready for us to celebrate finally meeting. She enthusiastically agrees.

5 hours or so later I finish some work and the post. Get ready for take off. Fire off a quick txt saying I'll see her later. 15 minutes pass, no response. I don't sweat it too much. She's probably taking a shower. We take off.

Semi-sleep on the plane. Wake up, land in Edinburgh. Turn on my phone. Text from kinky librarian. "Sorry babe. I just can't tonight. Let me know when you're in London. We should catch up then! xoxo"

My brain is on a time delay. Like when something so shitty happens you aren't prepared to process it. Refexively I txt back if she's serious, and that I now need to find a place to stay. She replies, "oh, you were planning to stay over? Well, I don't know what would have given you that idea. That was never on the table."

I text her back, "Yeah, you're right. What was I thinking." Followed by, "don't contact me".

She sends me a few more txts about how I'm being immature, and why would she meet a stranger at her house. (hmmm...maybe because we've been chatting for 3 weeks, and you've been sending me slutty pictures all day? I don't know.)

I ignore her. Eventually she txts, "so I guess london is out of the question now too huh? ". That smiley face sends me over the edge. I txt her "I hate you". I really did.

This affected her strongly. She then sends me a bunch more txts, which I tried to ignore and not think about while in a taxi on my way to a last minute hostel I was lucky that had an available room. She pulls out all the stops for me to "like" her again. Then she sends, "I don't want you to hate me. If you have no place to stay, I guess you can sleep on my floor". She successfully baits me. Now I just want to hate fuck her.

Sitting in front of the hostel, still in the taxi with meter running, I txt, "make up your mind. Yes or no?".

No response. 5, 10, 15 minutes. I exit the cab, go the hostel. Delete her number. At least I still have a lunch date pipelines with an 18 y/o redhead tomorrow afternoon to look forward to.

I check in and am still raging mad. Cool down a bit by going for a walk around Grassmarket st in downtown Edinburgh. It's Thursday night. Pubs are hoppin. Young crowd. Compared to NY, LA, the crowd is super casual. Very working class vibe. But people are having a good time. My mood is still foul, but things are starting to look up. The architecture is amazing. I wake up the 3 Germans again in my hostel room, fumble around my squeeky bed, and turn in for the night.

Wake up. Hostel breakfast is extra shitty as expected. Charming accents though. Everything people say sounds chipper. There are lots of fly girls staying at this hostel. Lots of fatties too. I mack on a pair of sweedes on the breakfast line. They laugh at my opener which I've now forgotten. 1 is blonde and petite, the other tall & brunette. Both very cute and demure personality. They are starting school next week in town. After 10 minutes of convo on the line, and I'm able to bounce them to eat breakfast with me. I number close the brunette in front of blondie, suggesting we all go for a drink at the pub later tonight. They remind me about the pub crawl at 9pm. They bounce to handle some school biz.

I get a txt at 11am from my 18 y/o redhead pipeline girl. She says she can't make it today, because she made other plans. I txt, "didn't you tell me to be serious, and not stand you up?" She txts, "yes, but I gave you notice, so I didn't stand you up". I want to put my fist through a wall.

I throw out my food plate, and notice a gorgeous anne hathaway brunette seated solo with a laptop in the corner. I'm angry again, so I breeze past her, thinking to quit while I'm ahead.

Then I think "fuck that". I haven't been laid in weeks. I'm born in the USA. Go make the play.

I swagger over to anne hathaway. I ask if the wifi is any good in this hostel (I already know it's slow as molasses). She says, "omg, it's so slow here!". End up chatting her for 20 minutes. She's from Halifax Canada. I spin tales of my recent Canadian adventures. She's lapping it up. Dude on the couch nearby has had her on his radar before I swaggered over, and is now giving me dirty looks. Finally he grows balls, and moves to cherry pick my target after I did all the work, and he overheard the whole conversation.

He comes in with, "you know, I'm also from Canada, and I know all about XYZ where you've been. I have friends in ABC, and...blah blah blah" She shifts focus to him. I try to interrupt their chat a few times, but she's still switched over. Cock blocker is better looking than me. After realized I'm trying to get back in the convo, he switches to FRENCH. Sneaky fucker. I've been getting blocked by lack of French all month. It's about to happen to me again in a goddamn English speaking country.

Finally I interrupt Anne that I have to get going, but we should grab a drink later. "Oh, don't you know about the pub crawl?". Canadian guy proceeds to sing the praises of said pub crawl. Then details the restaurant where he works, where he can hook up Anne with free drinks. At this point I just take out my phone, put it in her hands, and say, " I'm sure we'll find some trouble to get into tonight. Here, give me your phone number". She puts in her digits. Canadian guy looks around the room like he doesn't notice. I give her a hug, and I bounce. As I'm leaving I see Canadian guy going back in.

I go walk around the city. It's raining and grey. I go see Edinburgh castle. Cry tears of joy at seeing my first castle. I am very moved. I don't know why.

Notice a chubby red head who most guys would write off as a 6 they would only take home at the end of the night, after all other options are gone. But I'm digging her look personally. We all have that 1 type we like that other guys would turn their nose up at, but we would still like to smash. She was it for me. She has a pretty face. Big green eyes. She gives me a boner walking past, so that's enough for me.

I chat her about the castle. We're getting rained on. She's not used to getting approached. I get the sense she is attracted to me, but has a boyfriend nearby. She's from Oxford. After a 5 minute chat, I suggest we go have a coffee. She says something about meeting her boyfriend. I consider ploughing, but figure her bf probably treats her better than I ever would. I imagine myself a bad person if I hook up with her for some reason. Since when do I have a conscience? I tell her it was nice to meet her, and bounce.

Street approach a blue eye brunette model looking Netherlands chick on Prince street. She has an LV bag. I offer to take her picture in from of the castle for her. She's starting school this week. I take her number. We make semi plans to grab a drink tonight with her new roomates. I have plans with 3 girls for drinks at this point. She runs away out of the rain shortly after.

Get back to the hostel. Go to the dining area. I am soaking wet from head to toe. My hair looks like wile-e-cyote after getting blown up by roadrunner acme dynamite.

Then I spot a stunning, leggy blonde seated solo. She's drinking a tall beer, and eating an early dinner. I look like shit. I feel tired from walking for hours. 1 last approach of the day? Why not...

I roll up to her soaking wet like an old sock. Hey, is the food here any good? (I already know it isn't). Blondie lights up like a christmas tree. It's a triple IOI. Hair touch, smile, and laughs.

I ask her if anyone is seated across from her, while sitting down anyway. She motions dramatically with both hands open as if to say, "this chair was made for you to sit good sir".

She asks me what I'm doing in Edinburgh. I tell her I came by viking ship via iceland, to storm the castle and plunder all the blonde women. Another big laugh. She asks me how long I plan on staying. I tell her as long as it takes to slay the dragon & rescue the princess. She can be my sidekick. 3 laughs in a row. Looking good so far.

We joke around for some time about raping & pillaging. Not the kind of intro conversation I usually make, but her sense of humor is on point. Blondie is also starting school this week. 19 y/o. 5'8. Big green/blue eyes. Adorable Irish accent. She literally grew up on a farm in Ireland with cows. I tell her I can imagine her in pigtails fetching water from the well, chasing leprechauns to the end of the rainbow for mi lucky charms. She laughs and tells me that doesn't make sense, but I say, "it's ok, just go with it." She laughs and agrees. I tell her I like that she's so agreeable. She says "I'm good at following directions."

Sweet girl. Beautiful long healthy hair. Big smile. Fair skin. Looong legs. We chat about travel for 30 minutes. I drop more subtle innuendo. She doesn't miss a beat. I suggest we go for a change of scenery, and bounce to a whiskey bar around the corner. She's DOWN for the instadate. Now mind you, I hardly ever drink. But when I do, I 1. already have a bird in the hand, and 2. make it a scotch.

We brave the rain. I give her my hat to protect her gorgeous hair. We pick a cozy spot in the corner, and we order some fancy sounding scotch whiskey. Turns out I am dealing with a local expert. She knows all the niche brands. She educates me as to which highland regions are smooth, and which are smokey. I look at her in disbelief. 2nd day in Scotland and I'm getting schooled on drink by a 19 y/o.

I establish a proper mentor/student frame, reminding her there's still a lot to learn, and if she's good maybe I'll teach her later. She says "then I'll be good so I can look forward to that...".

She has fuck me eyes now instead of laughing. We move in for a mutual kiss, but it feels too fast & easy, so I tease and pull away. I tell her she is very distracting, and needs to stop being so cute & sexy.

Fact is, I need to generate more tension to seal the deal. I don't want another heavy makeout session, only to be left with my dick in my hands at the end of the night like back in Montreal. Not playing that game anymore.

I take her hands in mind. Squeeze the back of her neck. Her whole body melts into my touch. I kiss her neck softly. She tries to catch my lips with hers, but I dodge. Then I go back to watching football on the big tv while cuddling her. She's getting more fidgety. Minute later I pull her back in. Melts even more in my arms. I touch her legs and arms. Move up her thighs. She is *dying* for a kiss, but I do not indulge yet. Finally after tormenting her mercilessly, I grab the back of her hair tight, pulling it. Her head goes back, and mouth opens. I put my other hand on her neck, holding her tight, and tease kiss her on the mouth. She looses control and pounces me. She is breathing heavy in my ear. Squeezing my arms. I tell her "let's get out of here".

Now mind you, we're both staying at a fucking hostel. We have 3 bunk mates each. I pass a hotel on the way, and pop in looking to hedge my bet. All rooms sold out sir. So much for an insurance policy. Time to roll the dice.

We get to the hostel. I tell her lets go to her room, as I know I have 3 loud germans in mine. We go to her door. She listens. We hear people inside. Her room isn't going to work. I tell her to follow me.

Walk to my room. Listen to the door. No sound? Put the key inside. Open the door. Crossing my fingers...

Empty room.

She throws her arms around me inside. Her clothes come off immediately. She has the hair & body of a victoria secret model. She unbuttons my pants. I take off hers, and go down on her while she's still standing upright. She has one of those super pink pussies. Totally shaved. Perfectly perky B/C cup breasts, with nipples that point more up than down. Wasn't expecting a BJ, but she got on her knees and went to town. Took the whole thing without even any encouragement. This supposed "good girl" knows some bad girl moves.

Laid her down on the bed. We hear people walking around outside the room. Just what I need. Germans to show up right before the dick goes inside. The gods were merciful however, and no one knocks. I put the condom on. She makes a disappointed face. I tell her I like to be safe. She nods in agreement. Dick goes inside. She makes eye contact with me, which is rare for first time. Pussy is super tight. Moans like crazy. Sex was off the chain.

Bust a nut. We recap. Says she liked that I seemed so confident. Guys don't usually approach her. Says she liked being told what to do. She just broke up with her boyfriend 2 weeks ago. Said this was exactly what she needed before school starts. We go for round 2. The sex is even better the 2nd time.

She is so adorable and pleasant. I ponder staying for more days, and making her my gf for the duration. I am hungry, so I tell her "now we feast". Take her to a nice Italian dinner. One of my favorite things to do after new sex, is a nice dinner. An elder Scotsman chats us up about castles & history. He asks why I'm not an Irishman but am with an Irish lass. I say I came to rescue the princess. She smiles.

After dinner we go to the hangout room of the hostel. We both get horny again, but after 2 nuts, a big dinner, and both our bunkmates back, I am out of mojo. As I walk her back to her room, I notice the restroom has an "out of order" sign on it. Just too easy...

We sneak into the restroom. Go into the toilet stall. It's way small inside. We get naked. I finger her, and she almost comes, but she can't. I sit on the toilet, and she blows me. It's the only position to be possible in this small space. Her whole head was almost in the bowl she was pushing it down so hard on my cock. Like some kinky porno shit. And it's not like I was forcing it, she was doing it on her own.

Pull her head up. Spin her around. Sit her naked ass down on my cock. She rides me, and I'm so turned on by the BJ, her body, and her grinding that I come in less than 3 minutes.

Her period started. Blood splattered on me. Glad I had a condom. It's still on me as I type this, but I'll shower in the morning.

Until then, we stay classy, Edinburgh.

[paninaro]

Nice! You really made the hostel work in your favor as a way of meeting women, despite the poor logistics (no private room) they bring.

Also good way of dealing with the Canadian loser guy who was trying to work your chick.

[Travesty]

Solid work, great read, crafty logistics, good lines to get the girl to open up to you quickly.

[aphelion]

That's the textbook definition of plowing through adversity. Kudos sir. I don't have that kind of heart.

[Teedub]

Your game sounds on point as fuck mate, excellent work. It says in your profile that you're 35, so nice work on smashing a student up there. Edinburgh uni is a top-end Uni, a lot of the girls there are into the 24 year old upper-class English jock type.

[Laner]

Digging the writing style mate. Looking forward to more!

[HonantheBarbarian]

I applaud your victory brave prince

[Mekorig]

You got lucky after your Plan A blow up, but Karma can be a good lass after what she did to you back in Iceland. XD

[LeightonBlackstock]

I like this poster. The Iceland thread was self-deprecating and very humorous, glad to read about your victory.

[slubu]

Great great story. It was a very entertaining read and congrats to your success. Just goes to show it never hurts to make one extra approach.

[zarzuelazen]

Very entertaining. Edinburgh I regard as my 'base of operations in Europe' (because its the city of culture and writing). Loads of great pubs. Best pub in Edinburgh has to be the Roseleaf in Leith
http://www.roseleaf.co.uk/
One of the world's best hostels is Caledonian Backpackers, centrally located in Queensferry Street. Loads of cool people passing through the Caledonian, fantastic bar, 'The Swamp'
Be sure to check these out if you're there.

[Courage Reborn]

Second and final night in Edinburgh. Saturday night.

Don't get it twisted. This city goes HARD on Saturday night.

I have never seen people get so drunk in my entire life. Scots get utterly annihilated. To the point they are sprawled out on the street. But it's not a big deal to them. The men hug in circles and sing Oasis songs at the top of their lungs. People are clapping and shouting. Compared to the US where the focus is on individuality, here they are all in this together. It really comes out when they get plastered.

Met a London guy at my hostel. He's been all around the world, chasing women. Figured he must have some game, so I invite him to come be my wing for the night. He's a nice enough bloke.

I want to go to a club called Espionage, but he wants to pregame at the affordable pub first. Come 10pm, he's already swaying from pre-gaming at the hostel. I'm not a fan of getting inebriated before hitting the club, because I can't spit game proper, but he tells me this is how the Brits do it. Oh well. When in Rome...

The pub is huge. I can't remember the name, but it's a big chain around the UK. Drinks are super cheap. I start to work the room. My new wing just stands there staring at the girls creepily. After each set he tells me he can't believe I'm talking to so many birds. He is quite drunk at this point. I want to ditch him as I can sense bad things happening with him around, but I feel a certain loyalty for having spent so many hours with him already.

I hook a super down redhead/brunette 2 set. Brunette looks like Katy Perry, and wants to move to LA to be an actress. Redhead asks me to "say something in American". Katy has to remind her it's not a different language. Both stupidly drunk at 11pm. I get double kisses from both on the lips. The redhead is purposefully rubbing her big tits against me when she leans in close. I'm copping occasional feels against her nipples, and feel them getting hard. Another round of kissing both girls. I feel like I can pull off a 3some if I play these logistics right.

Then my wing comes into set. "Ummmm...is this guy your friend?" At this point he is so smashed, he is swaying front to back, and cringing like Igor from Young Frankenstein. Or Golum from Lord of the Rings. "I'mmm fram Lunnndunnnn". The girls instictively move away from him. They don't believe he's from London. He's hanging on me. Girls are retreating.

Security comes over and politely ask him to leave. A scene ensues. I loose the 2 birds. He tells me he can't believe we were just talking to those girls. Yeah thanks buddy. I was this close to banging them too if you didn't get so drunk.

He then texts me all night and all the next day, asking to hang out. He calls me from a restricted number, saying he wants to go out again when I get to London. I don't want to be a dick, cause he's a nice enough guy, but there is no way I would go out with him again.

Anyway, just a reminder to what you guys already know. If you're trying to get laid, better to roll solo than take a wing who is clueless about game.

Made it up to George St. Tons & tons of sexy girls and fatties. Pissed drunk off their rockers. Running late night street game was rough because they get so high from 10-12, that by the time 1am rolls around they are crashing hard. Out of it. Not so receptive to being chatted up on the street. But they are out en mass, so something is bound to hit if you work hard enough.

Bottom line, if you like curvy drunk white girls, I highly recommend Edinburgh nightlife.

That goes for Glasgow too, where I am now. Was at Bamboo last night. Place goes HAM on Sunday night. These Scots love to party.

[Teedub]

Weird, I've never been to Scotland (or Ireland, Northen or Republic) even though it's like a 2 hour train ride away. A lot of English people haven't, although I do hear Edinburgh is a lovely place.

Haha, I'm guessing the big pub was a Wetherspoons. The behavior you describe, both in the singing and group hugging stuff and the state of drunkeness you witnessed with your wing is common everywhere in the UK. Just by staying a bit more sober than other guys, and the girls you are hitting on, makes your job a lot easier.

If you wanted, I think it would be possible to get a ONS every weekend if you really wanted it and were prepared to not ever really go above a 7. Simply by staying sober(ish).

[nordlicht]

(09-09-2013 08:54 AM)Teedub Wrote:  

If you wanted, I think it would be possible to get a ONS every weekend if you really wanted it and were prepared to not ever really go above a 7. Simply by staying sober(ish).

Gosh, that sounds like a unique value proposition to me... Maybe somebody from City Marketing should hit on that... I mean that's brillliant, if the birds come to your cage voluntarily...

Will be sure to visit that pub chain next time I am in the UK

[Menace]

So is this a weekend city, or do people get like this say 4 nights a week?

[Teedub]

(09-09-2013 09:13 AM)nordlicht Wrote:  

(09-09-2013 08:54 AM)Teedub Wrote:  

If you wanted, I think it would be possible to get a ONS every weekend if you really wanted it and were prepared to not ever really go above a 7. Simply by staying sober(ish).

Gosh, that sounds like a unique value proposition to me... Maybe somebody from City Marketing should hit on that... I mean that's brillliant, if the birds come to your cage voluntarily...

Will be sure to visit that pub chain next time I am in the UK

Ha, you'd have to be prepared to fuck some extremely working class sluts if you were to bang every day of every weekend. However, if you approach at about 2am, in the trashier clubs/pubs - you can get a ONS pretty easily, with minimal game too. I think you could do this in many places. Hamburg for example, if you hang around Freida B's near closing time - you're going to get a wide array of slutty girls who are more drunk than you.

[Courage Reborn]

(09-09-2013 09:53 AM)Menace Wrote:  

So is this a weekend city, or do people get like this say 4 nights a week?

From what i have observed, and my sources confirm, Edinburgh & Glasgow pop off Thurs - Sunday, on the regular. Sunday was almost as big as Saturday. I have a minor redhead fetish, and not into the super skinny look, so I was impressed with the talent. Seems the guys here are so used to redheads, it's not a big deal. In NY or LA they're like found gold to many guys.

Mon-Wed are supposedly quieter, but I am going out tonight (Monday) to make sure. I suspect there could be a sleeper place for off nights, as many big cities have.

[Courage Reborn]

Last night was sick. Had a rocking good time at Bamboo in Glasgow. I was led by the hand twice to tables full of pretty blonde & redhead girls shortly after opening my mouth and them asking where I was from. One cute redhead "claimed" me, by telling the rest of the table girls she liked me. I found this out from the other girls, while we were all drinking, dancing, and causing a ruckus. But that claim prevented the rest of the table girls from doing more than just grinding with me, and I was never able to escalate with that first girl due to the general madness of the club.

In North America & Canada, being from California carries little-some cache' most of the time. Here, girls found it moderately impressive once I started talking. The accent alone goes a long way. I suspect ones big city American value increases as you head East.

I like Scotland. The club tarts are extra slutty. Makeouts happening all over the club. Nobody gives a fuck. About anything really.

Suit game would be way, way out of place here. If there is a high end scene somewhere in Scotland, it's tiny, and I wouldn't bother with it.

I haven't met any other Americans here.

Start of Uni is a great time for foreign travel.

[paninaro]

(09-09-2013 08:34 AM)Courage Reborn Wrote:  

Anyway, just a reminder to what you guys already know. If you're trying to get laid, better to roll solo than take a wing who is clueless about game.

Good report. Sounds like this was not such a bad decision when you made it. It seemed like the guy knew what he was doing, but then it all fell apart once the guy got drunk. You couldn't have known that in advance. Just one of those gambles that doesn't always work out.

I guess he must've been really drunk to get kicked out a club in Scotland!

[Akula]

(09-09-2013 12:17 PM)Courage Reborn Wrote:  

Last night was sick. Had a rocking good time at Bamboo in Glasgow. I was led by the hand twice to tables full of pretty blonde & redhead girls shortly after opening my mouth and them asking where I was from. One cute redhead "claimed" me, by telling the rest of the table girls she liked me. I found this out from the other girls, while we were all drinking, dancing, and causing a ruckus. But that claim prevented the rest of the table girls from doing more than just grinding with me, and I was never able to escalate with that first girl due to the general madness of the club.

In North America & Canada, being from California carries little-some cache' most of the time. Here, girls found it moderately impressive once I started talking. The accent alone goes a long way. I suspect ones big city American value increases as you head East.

I like Scotland. The club tarts are extra slutty. Makeouts happening all over the club. Nobody gives a fuck. About anything really.

Suit game would be way, way out of place here. If there is a high end scene somewhere in Scotland, it's tiny, and I wouldn't bother with it.

I haven't met any other Americans here.

Start of Uni is a great time for foreign travel.

From my time in Scotland the girls were mostly hideous except in Edinburgh where there were a fair share of decent looking ones, mostly students I gather. Does the nightlife bring out the better looking girls, and what's the ratios typically at the places you've been? By that I mean are you talking something like 40% are 'doable' but the 6+ types are less than 25%? I know it's location dependent and hard to gauge, but just wondering. I think since you're so used to approaching the good looking ones maybe the ratios might not be so good but bc you're working so hard u might not even notice?

Also, are you trying any of the whisky by the 'dram'? I remember most bars literally had dozens of Scotch Whisky's 'on tap' whereby you could buy a 'wee dram' for like 3-4 pounds and that got everyone pretty smashed usually. One time I went to this Australian place called "Walkabout" and having a few beers, then trying out a few different whiskys and pretty soon I was just hammered as most of the others around me seemed to be. And as you experienced the women were flat out wasted.

[slubu]

How non-skinny are we talking about? Because I love redheads but not the biggest fan of thick girls... The idea of getting hammered with a bunch of sluts really appeals to me however.

[Courage Reborn]

(09-10-2013 07:53 AM)Akula Wrote:  

From my time in Scotland the girls were mostly hideous except in Edinburgh where there were a fair share of decent looking ones, mostly students I gather. Does the nightlife bring out the better looking girls, and what's the ratios typically at the places you've been? By that I mean are you talking something like 40% are 'doable' but the 6+ types are less than 25%? I know it's location dependent and hard to gauge, but just wondering. I think since you're so used to approaching the good looking ones maybe the ratios might not be so good but bc you're working so hard u might not even notice?

Also, are you trying any of the whisky by the 'dram'? I remember most bars literally had dozens of Scotch Whisky's 'on tap' whereby you could buy a 'wee dram' for like 3-4 pounds and that got everyone pretty smashed usually. One time I went to this Australian place called "Walkabout" and having a few beers, then trying out a few different whiskys and pretty soon I was just hammered as most of the others around me seemed to be. And as you experienced the women were flat out wasted.

I'm not a big drinker. Can't comment on the local Scotch. To me a Johnnie Walker Black or Crown Royal on rocks is as sophisticated as I get. Substances just never really agreed with me.

For nightlife, girls get well tarted up. They put in lots of effort. Cram into tight dresses with heels. Ratios a consistent 50/50 every place I went. No face control, but my local source tells me a place for tonight (tuesday) is top shelf /w face control for guys & girls. Now I wish I was staying longer...

As far as Edinburgh vs Glasgow;

Edinburgh is beautiful. Medieval gothic architecture. Move lively feel. Much more touristy. More people in general out & about during day & at the clubs. Happier, more youthful vibe. Slightly more expensive. More online action.

Glasgow is darker. More working class feel. There is a cloud of dreariness about the city. More hipster. Stronger arts & music scene. Much thicker aggressive sounding accent. Often difficult to understand. Slightly cheaper. Less online prospects. Girls slightly more sophisticated.

For girl quality, I like both cities equally. Tons of students in both. The scotish look is big beautiful eyes. Long healthy hair. Pale skin. Freckles. Wide child bearing hips and good size tits.

I approached about 40 girls. 1 bang. 1 blowout. 5 or 6 "near pulls". Lots of laughs and memories. Thursday night pops off. Monday night goes off too. People don't care.

I couldn't pick just 1 city. If visiting, I would do both. They have their own character. Just a 45 minute train ride apart to boot.

(09-10-2013 08:11 AM)slubu Wrote:  

How non-skinny are we talking about? Because I love redheads but not the biggest fan of thick girls... The idea of getting hammered with a bunch of sluts really appeals to me however.

At 10%, Scotland has the highest percentage of redheads per capita anywhere in the world. Body type is nothing like EE girls of course. That being said, there were always a few dime pieces at every club I've been to. About 30% fatties. The rest 6's & 7's and 8's.

Asian girls are rare here. As such, they are fetishized / pedastaled by the local Scotish bros. Stick to London if you're into diversity, because ethnic girls are highly competitive here.

If you like getting drunk, Scots drink more than any other nationality I've ever seen. A blonde girl fell down in her heels while entering her number in my phone last night. Got up, and put in the rest of her # in like nothing happened.

[Mekorig]

Looks like Scotland earned a place in my "To visit" list for my next trip to Europe.

[the crazy]

I`m here in edinburgh and the first thing i noticed is that here girls are by far uglier than in england. Yesterday been out around princes street, north bridge etc. and i didnt`see one hot girl not even one!! No high heels, miniskirts and wags look like in england. Any advice on where to find these type of girls and more generally any good place to find easy girls to bang. And another question, is glasgow better than edinburgh to find wag looking girls and easy girls in general?

[Matt3B]

I don't know how I've only just seen it but the OP is the best post I've read on this forum.