My first post here. Just got back from Iceland and thought I'd add to the observations with my experience there. I'm omitting names and abbreviating some of the venue names since I might be going back in October. If you read previous Iceland posts you can probably figure out the venues.
Me: AA, Tan, 5'11, 210lbs, 30s. West coast.
Went there for 8 days for an IT related convention. Bad timing since it was a sausage fest, and only got 1 weekend. Another mistake, I didn't do enough research - and didn't read bang Iceland until Saturday afternoon
Wednesday: Went to Den Danske Kro. Good beer selection, was packed with groups. Looks like mostly UK tourists, bunch of 4-5s. Chatted up the cute 6.5 bartender, but got nowhere. I guess it's tougher to bang bartenders there compared to Vegas.
Thursday: Had a formal dinner @ Harpa related to the convention. Tried talking to one decent looking waitress - about a 6. Got nowhere also. So I decided to switch targets. (at this point I didn't know it's useless to approach them sober)
Friday: Pub crawl - went to like 6 different bars. Our group had a 7 as a tour guide. Since we keep moving bars and no other prospects in the group, I started working on her. Since she wasn't drinking, had to buy her a couple of drinks to loosen her up. Ended up in AR around midnight, and we started dancing. Got interrupted constantly by people she knows, so I walked away for a bit. One of the convention goers had his wife with him, probably a 6-6.5. Thrashed and looked horny as hell. She was rubbing on some other guys while the hubby just watches. I caught her in the back of the smoking room and got some tongue, but then she threw up and passed out 10 mins later. Disgusted, I left around 3. (yes, too damn early - I swear I'll do my research first next time).
Saturday: Armed with bang Iceland, I slept until midnight. Woke up for the GusGus/HAM concert at Harpa. It was a cockfest, so I bought a beer and went outside. Another lesson learned: winds are strong enough to blow away a full glass beer bottle.
Went to Zimsen from there, which is a good college bar with a dance floor, and it was loaded with 7-9s at 1 AM. I picked a spot at the bar and waited. An 8 came up to get a drink. She pulled out a perfume bottle and start spraying herself. Me: "Wow that is strong.. what is that?" Her, with a condescending look: "Burberry"
Turns out she's a model for the fashion event going on that week. Conversation didn't last long, and she went back to her friends.
2nd girl came up. Paid for her drink with a debit card with a picture on it. I said, "Hey whose card are you using? That's not yours". She got defensive, "No it's mine, it's an old card that's my 8th grade photo on it". I thought LOL I'm going to hell. I was like, "I don't believe you, show me some proof!". And I held on to her debit card. (In Vegas she probably would've called security on me). So she went to her table and got her purse to show me her id. Everything was going smooth, and the tour guide from the night before e-mailed me to tell me she's back @ AR. So I planned a venue change to AR to see if I can game both girls.
The girl agreed to go to AR, but she wants to use the bathroom first. I was like ok I'll be here. She took her drink with her, and when she came back there was another guy with her. "Oh this is my friend so and so, and he spilled my drink so he's gonna buy me another one". Fuckin' betas. So the guy started talking to her in Icelandic and pretty much cockblocked me solid. Disappointed, I decided to meet up with the tour guide at AR anyways.
It was almost 3 am and there's a long line outside Austur. (Damn even in Vegas the line stops at 2 usually.) I finally got in, saw the tour guide, and she introduced me to a table full of her friends, 2 guys, 4 girls. Out of the 2 available girls, I started working the cuter one, a solid 7. She was already drunk and talkative. Problem is, she wanted to talk about politics and US foreign policy.. I was like wtf. 30 minutes into it, she let on that she has a bf and the bf is a bartender upstairs. *facepalm*
It was almost 5am, no other prospects in sight, so I decided to try the street game. I went to the main square by the hotdog stand, where they have a few food trucks. Burger and beer in hand, I started people watching. A girl approached me and asked if she can have a sip. She asked where I'm from and if I was alone. I was like, "Thank you Jesus!" Then the light hit her face and I just thought, "Awww fuck." I really didn't want to get a flag from a at most 5 cougar, blonde blue eyes or not.
So dick in hand, I decided to walk away and go back to my hotel. I thought this trip was a bust for sure.
Sunday: Went on the tour to see northern lights (which is somewhat a scam, I had to go multiple times just to barely see them). Bus was empty, but there was a jacket left behind where the best seats were. I sat down anyways, maybe someone just forgot it. Not 5 minutes later, a cute girl walked up indignantly claiming I stole her seat. Quick judgment call, I told her that my long legs don't fit in the regular seats (which is true). She said fine you can sit next to me. YES!
Turns out she's from Austria, living in London. (so does that count for 3 flags?) Amazingly, she's really young but well traveled and educated. We talked for almost the entire tour. She's almost completely wrapped in like 8 layers of clothing so skin to skin contact was almost impossible. I tried to get her back to my hotel for drinks, but got cockblocked by the bus driver who went to her hostel first
![[Image: sad.gif]](https://rooshvforum.network/images/smilies/sad.gif)
I decided to just hop off at her hostel to try to close. Ended up with a hug and a phone #, plus a dinner/tour date the next day. Walked 15 minutes back to my hotel in 30 degree rainy weather. Bah.
Monday: Had dinner, went on the tour again to catch the lights, which we finally did. Hugged and finally kissed her while freezing our asses off outside waiting for the lights by the shore. When back to my hotel, put on some music, and OMFG she's a freak in bed. By the time we're done it was almost 5am.
Tuesday: Blue lagoon. That place is so awesome I went 3 times. We went together, and it was the most fun I had not fully naked. The water is milky so you can actually do it there without anyone seeing. (well except if your facial expression is a dead giveaway). She spent the night again, but we were both pretty tired so we were done by 2am.
Wednesday: Dreaded 12 hour flight back to the US. Didn't end up sampling the local produce, but I got a new TFWB that's actually into threesomes with other girls! I guess just like poker, it definitely helps if you know the game, but luck also plays a major factor. Before I sometimes mistook luck for skill, which I realize I didn't really have any back then.
Overall a great trip. I'd recommend Iceland if you never been there, but read all the guides and for God's sake buy alcohol at the airport and buy a shitload of them. I had to pay $100 for 1L Tanqueray and 1L local vodka.
Centerhotels are a good bet if you're not into the hostel scene, rooms are nice and they're about $50-$75 a night. The alcohol in the in-room minibar are a lifesaver if you need some fast after 1AM on weekdays. You can also pretty much walk to all the good bars on Laugavegur from any Centerhotel.
Feel free to PM me if you're going there and need some local info.