As promised, here's a report from Iceland.
These observations support what's in Bang Iceland; the examples just add some colour, depth and extra tips to what Roosh wrote.
Quick note on the girls: Been going to Iceland for years but I was dismayed at how fat the girls have gotten. You'll see a lot of girls who would be model quality but for the extra weight. Summer is better than winter since they're not hiding any surprises behind five layers.
Personality-wise Icelandic girls can be very sweet and charmingly straightforward (as you'll see later).
Stats: one week, two new notches (almost three!), four hangovers, too much money dropped behind bars.
THURSDAY
Got there on a Thursday morning.
It was 18C degrees, but the sun was strong and it felt a whole lot hotter. It's you can actually run day game out while drinking in public. So I dropped my bags off at a friend's place and sat around most of the day drinking beer on Austurvollur (the grass-covered square in front of parliament).
Students were out in force, tanning their pale skin and drinking beer. We positioned ourselves on the grass next to a couple of late-teens girls hanging out with their herb friend. They were taking pictures on an iPhone and I offered to take their picture. Grabbed their phone, set it to take the picture on the camera facing me, took a Caligula self-portrait, handed it back to them saying "you look extremely hot in that picture". They thought it was hilarious and we scooted over to join them.
We bantered for a few minutes. Then hit a brick wall. They weren't really cold, they just didn't know how to hold a conversation.
Lesson one: Bait doesn't work on Icelandic girls. I dropped big bait, small bait, everything. Spaced it out with other banter, but eventually I had to stop at risk of sounding try-hard. They just didn't bite. This happened repeatedly in Iceland, both at night and during the day. Over the following days I noticed again and again that hints are usually overlooked. They're not playing coy, they genuinely don't give a shit about you and about the rest of the world. Stick to talking about people they know or (maybe) celebrities, etc.
Day became night (not that you'd be able to tell from the sun, it stays up all night this time of year). I bar hopped, already worse for wear from quaffing beer in the sun.
First Kaffibarinn, still very quiet at around 10pm. Then Bakkus (which by the way has moved, Bakkus is now along Laugavegur. Same vibe as the old place, but bigger venue). It was uneventful. About an hour from closing my friend and I started talking to some girls. Knowing that we were nearing closing time I was working the angle for an afterparty. At around 1am the girls and I bought some booze 'to go' from another bar and got a cab to one girl's place across the lake.
Drank and had an interesting conversation about dating in Iceland. One was 20 and the other was 29, both blondes. The 29 year old was tired of the night scene in Reykjavik and wanted a stronger a dating culture. Both girls acknowledged that a dating culture doesn't really exist there. I observed that if I approached a girl in the street and tried to chat her up she'd think it mildly amusing at best and probably downright weird. The 20 year old agreed and said she'd just be wondering why the guy approaching her didn't know anyone already, or if he wasn't from Iceland that he just wanted a quick fuck.
Lesson two: Amused mastery and an easy understanding of dating can help get you laid. Kept the conversation light and playful showing an understanding of how they think. This isn't unique to Iceland. At the very least it gets them intrigued and gets some good conversation going - after all you're talking about them. Anyone else notice this?
Anyway, before long 20 year old and me were on a sofa in the living room pounding away like rabbits.
FRIDAY
Drunk off my Thursday night success I was excited about Friday night. Pre-gamed and got ready. Started off at Faktory at midnight and then hit Boston. Ran into girls I'd seen the night before. When in Iceland I recommend building familiarity and rapport with as many people as possible. You'll see why later.
Approached a lot but got nowhere beyond a five-minute chat here and a fifteen-minute chat there. In keeping with the atmosphere I was well in my cups and got ever less coherent. Ended up at Kaffibarinn at around 4am. Plenty of people clearly in the middle of a blackout, Caligula approaching a blackout and a generally unpleasant atmosphere that I probably contributed to by pushing everyone in sight and joining the sweat-drenched mosh pit that is late night at Kaffibarinn.
When the bar closed I stepped out into the blazing 5am sunlight to start hollering at anything in sight. Chatted to a woman with short hair in her mid or late thirties. She looked busted, but the makeup and my beer goggles took the edge off. She was into it so we made out in an alley, locked hands and started strolling back to her place. To assuage my misgivings I reminded myself of Roosh's maxim that if you don't take the sure thing, you get nothing.
The crowd outside the bar was already thinning and I didn't fancy my odds. As my cougar and I stood outside her place ready to enter she wanted to lay some ground rules. I had to be really quiet and be out of there in a few hours. Because of her kids.
Fuck that shit. Coming to my senses I thought this is going to be one sorry-ass notch. Without saying a word I left her on the doorstep and stumbled back to my friend's house. Sleeping in late looked more appealing than a mediocre bang.
SATURDAY
Saturday night I played it smart. Sipped whisky at home till 2am before heading out. Arrived downtown feeling razor-sharp just when everyone else in town was starting to get sloppy. Hit Faktory, then Boston again. Ran into a 25 year old fashion/hipster looking brunette in skinny jeans I'd spoken to Thursday night. She was lukewarm towards me then and wasn't much better now. Didn't have much to say to eachother so I bounced to the bar.
Spoke to a couple of girls but knew it would be futile to try to pull them this long before closing. Reykjavik girls want to squeeze the most out of their weekends.
Just after 4am I was at Kaffibarinn again. Paced myself and the approaches passed by in a blur. It was a real grind. Elsewhere even failed approaches can lead to good banter and it's easy to have fun with the whole thing. Iceland much less so.
Danced with a late-teens redhead who seemed into it. Asked her what she was doing later followed by "why don't we get some drinks to-go and go listen to this new mixtape I've got?" She lived with her parents and was looking for an afterparty host. I couldn't host. Fuck.
I better find an afterparty immediately and bounce her there.
Lesson three: I wasn't in a position to host an 'afterparty' (meaning just me and one guest, heh) so I started to screen for logistics very early on. Many girls live with their parents even after they start university, especially now that the economy is sluggish. Keep in mind that a lot of Icelandic girls don't graduate high school until they're 19-20 years old. Those girls almost always live with parents.
I lost the redhead and the bar was closing. FUCK. It's an anxious scene watching the crowd disappear, keeping at it while getting rejected time after time. Ran some hail mary game keeping in mind that if ever a girl is horny, Saturday morning at 5am is when she will find you. Kept looking around for the redhead with no luck.
Lesson four: Some previous rapport and comfort helps when it's closing time outside the bar. Earlier approaches that seem to have failed are not necessarily wasted since it's a small place and chances are you'll run into the same girls again in better circumstances.
Out of nowhere came the 25 year old brunette from earlier. She was smiling and asked me where I was going and what I was doing. Basically an invitation to bang. I asked her where she lived. When she responded I told her "funny, that's exactly where I'm going..." took her hand and walked off.
Bang.
These observations support what's in Bang Iceland; the examples just add some colour, depth and extra tips to what Roosh wrote.
Quick note on the girls: Been going to Iceland for years but I was dismayed at how fat the girls have gotten. You'll see a lot of girls who would be model quality but for the extra weight. Summer is better than winter since they're not hiding any surprises behind five layers.
Personality-wise Icelandic girls can be very sweet and charmingly straightforward (as you'll see later).
Stats: one week, two new notches (almost three!), four hangovers, too much money dropped behind bars.
THURSDAY
Got there on a Thursday morning.
It was 18C degrees, but the sun was strong and it felt a whole lot hotter. It's you can actually run day game out while drinking in public. So I dropped my bags off at a friend's place and sat around most of the day drinking beer on Austurvollur (the grass-covered square in front of parliament).
Students were out in force, tanning their pale skin and drinking beer. We positioned ourselves on the grass next to a couple of late-teens girls hanging out with their herb friend. They were taking pictures on an iPhone and I offered to take their picture. Grabbed their phone, set it to take the picture on the camera facing me, took a Caligula self-portrait, handed it back to them saying "you look extremely hot in that picture". They thought it was hilarious and we scooted over to join them.
We bantered for a few minutes. Then hit a brick wall. They weren't really cold, they just didn't know how to hold a conversation.
Lesson one: Bait doesn't work on Icelandic girls. I dropped big bait, small bait, everything. Spaced it out with other banter, but eventually I had to stop at risk of sounding try-hard. They just didn't bite. This happened repeatedly in Iceland, both at night and during the day. Over the following days I noticed again and again that hints are usually overlooked. They're not playing coy, they genuinely don't give a shit about you and about the rest of the world. Stick to talking about people they know or (maybe) celebrities, etc.
Day became night (not that you'd be able to tell from the sun, it stays up all night this time of year). I bar hopped, already worse for wear from quaffing beer in the sun.
First Kaffibarinn, still very quiet at around 10pm. Then Bakkus (which by the way has moved, Bakkus is now along Laugavegur. Same vibe as the old place, but bigger venue). It was uneventful. About an hour from closing my friend and I started talking to some girls. Knowing that we were nearing closing time I was working the angle for an afterparty. At around 1am the girls and I bought some booze 'to go' from another bar and got a cab to one girl's place across the lake.
Drank and had an interesting conversation about dating in Iceland. One was 20 and the other was 29, both blondes. The 29 year old was tired of the night scene in Reykjavik and wanted a stronger a dating culture. Both girls acknowledged that a dating culture doesn't really exist there. I observed that if I approached a girl in the street and tried to chat her up she'd think it mildly amusing at best and probably downright weird. The 20 year old agreed and said she'd just be wondering why the guy approaching her didn't know anyone already, or if he wasn't from Iceland that he just wanted a quick fuck.
Lesson two: Amused mastery and an easy understanding of dating can help get you laid. Kept the conversation light and playful showing an understanding of how they think. This isn't unique to Iceland. At the very least it gets them intrigued and gets some good conversation going - after all you're talking about them. Anyone else notice this?
Anyway, before long 20 year old and me were on a sofa in the living room pounding away like rabbits.
FRIDAY
Drunk off my Thursday night success I was excited about Friday night. Pre-gamed and got ready. Started off at Faktory at midnight and then hit Boston. Ran into girls I'd seen the night before. When in Iceland I recommend building familiarity and rapport with as many people as possible. You'll see why later.
Approached a lot but got nowhere beyond a five-minute chat here and a fifteen-minute chat there. In keeping with the atmosphere I was well in my cups and got ever less coherent. Ended up at Kaffibarinn at around 4am. Plenty of people clearly in the middle of a blackout, Caligula approaching a blackout and a generally unpleasant atmosphere that I probably contributed to by pushing everyone in sight and joining the sweat-drenched mosh pit that is late night at Kaffibarinn.
When the bar closed I stepped out into the blazing 5am sunlight to start hollering at anything in sight. Chatted to a woman with short hair in her mid or late thirties. She looked busted, but the makeup and my beer goggles took the edge off. She was into it so we made out in an alley, locked hands and started strolling back to her place. To assuage my misgivings I reminded myself of Roosh's maxim that if you don't take the sure thing, you get nothing.
The crowd outside the bar was already thinning and I didn't fancy my odds. As my cougar and I stood outside her place ready to enter she wanted to lay some ground rules. I had to be really quiet and be out of there in a few hours. Because of her kids.
Fuck that shit. Coming to my senses I thought this is going to be one sorry-ass notch. Without saying a word I left her on the doorstep and stumbled back to my friend's house. Sleeping in late looked more appealing than a mediocre bang.
SATURDAY
Saturday night I played it smart. Sipped whisky at home till 2am before heading out. Arrived downtown feeling razor-sharp just when everyone else in town was starting to get sloppy. Hit Faktory, then Boston again. Ran into a 25 year old fashion/hipster looking brunette in skinny jeans I'd spoken to Thursday night. She was lukewarm towards me then and wasn't much better now. Didn't have much to say to eachother so I bounced to the bar.
Spoke to a couple of girls but knew it would be futile to try to pull them this long before closing. Reykjavik girls want to squeeze the most out of their weekends.
Just after 4am I was at Kaffibarinn again. Paced myself and the approaches passed by in a blur. It was a real grind. Elsewhere even failed approaches can lead to good banter and it's easy to have fun with the whole thing. Iceland much less so.
Danced with a late-teens redhead who seemed into it. Asked her what she was doing later followed by "why don't we get some drinks to-go and go listen to this new mixtape I've got?" She lived with her parents and was looking for an afterparty host. I couldn't host. Fuck.
I better find an afterparty immediately and bounce her there.
Lesson three: I wasn't in a position to host an 'afterparty' (meaning just me and one guest, heh) so I started to screen for logistics very early on. Many girls live with their parents even after they start university, especially now that the economy is sluggish. Keep in mind that a lot of Icelandic girls don't graduate high school until they're 19-20 years old. Those girls almost always live with parents.
I lost the redhead and the bar was closing. FUCK. It's an anxious scene watching the crowd disappear, keeping at it while getting rejected time after time. Ran some hail mary game keeping in mind that if ever a girl is horny, Saturday morning at 5am is when she will find you. Kept looking around for the redhead with no luck.
Lesson four: Some previous rapport and comfort helps when it's closing time outside the bar. Earlier approaches that seem to have failed are not necessarily wasted since it's a small place and chances are you'll run into the same girls again in better circumstances.
Out of nowhere came the 25 year old brunette from earlier. She was smiling and asked me where I was going and what I was doing. Basically an invitation to bang. I asked her where she lived. When she responded I told her "funny, that's exactly where I'm going..." took her hand and walked off.
Bang.
"A flower can not remain in bloom for years, but a garden can be cultivated to bloom throughout seasons and years." - xsplat