"Haven't you heard? Hungarian girls are sluts." - Hungarian chick last night
We had some trouble deciding where to go. Every night in Budapest has multiple options, but Saturday was particularly option filled. Plus there were so many sexy woman just hanging out drinking in the central park (Deak square), and walking the streets, you don't actually need to step foot inside a club at all to meet girls.
My earlier power nap attempt failed. Mojo was low. I start feeling twitchy from alcohol widthdrawls. A first for me. I haven't eaten anything. Order a BBQ cheeseburger at the bar for $3.50. The BBQ cheeseburger was money. There are more beautiful young women around than I have capacity to look at. I'm in a hypnotic paralysis from the all the beauty surrounding me. Then I got a "I still wait for you in Moscow my love" text. The whole combination sends me into a mild panic attack for some reason. I try to calm down, and go sit on the bench. While I'm eating, Slubu is drinking his beer, and we're falling in love every 2 minutes at the short dresses and big tit tank tops strutting by. It's all big social groups. Neither of us have our swag up to approach yet.
We decide on the Otkert, Kraft, Bob part of town for the night. On the walk to the club, we stop by a fancy wine bar scene. El Vino I think, near the giant cathedral. Slubu suggests I'll feel better if I have a drink, and he's right. After a few sips, I'm back to my wonderful self. I open the hottest group of girls there. 1 backturns me. The others respond in Hungarian. Stock standard Budapest rejection.
We walk around the big gothic fountain, and I open a redhead & mousy hair brunette. They respond in English English, and we are both turned off instantly. We keep the convo going for 15 minutes, and while they are 7's, we both know we won't be satisfied with English girls tonight. We cut bait.
Walk to 2 model looking brunettes on benches. This time Slubu opens with the cigarette lighter opener, which is actually the best opener here, because it makes it difficult for girls to blow you out without looking like huge bitches in the process. After getting up close, the model looking girls were Transformers. We bail.
Then we met 2 sluts.
Watching them walk was a vision of glory. Both have 7 faces, and 10 bodies. Slender, tall, with tiny waists, good tits, bubble butts, and dressed like whores. With 1 special twist: both wearing naughty librarian glasses. I intercepted them instantly.
Let's call them SpaceCadet, and Slutty13. We chat in the street for 5-10 minutes. Slutty13 & I took a liking to each other immediately. From the word go, she was stroking her hair, and looking down submissively. She says she has a boyfriend, but feels bad because she cheats on him all the time. Right away I can tell she's a pretty fucked up person. "omg I can't believe I'm telling you all of this!" I want to bang her furiously, and gently at the same time.
We bounce with them into the club, and the girls are dancing like ratchets. Slutty13 is grabbing my crotch, but she won't kiss me. "I'm just dancing!".
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For the next 3-4 hours, we alternate between getting raped on the dance floor, and taking smoke breaks outside. Slutty13 reveals that she lost her virginity at 13 years old, to some random middle eastern guy while on vacation with her family. Ever since then, she's been seeking validation from older men. But she still only wants a family and kids with her boyfriend, who is a drug dealer.
SpaceCadet chimes in with stories about their 3somes, the girls they've taken down together, big Nigerian thugs with huge cocks, and much of it while nearly getting caught by her parents. I look over at Slubu, and he's listening to all this with an expression on his face like Don Draper listening to a retarded child recite a grocery list. "They're just trying to get a rise out of us. Bang chance 50/50." he says.
We've invested many, many hours with these girls by now. Dare I say, I connected with Slutty13 emotionally. She's showed me her soul. "I really like you" she says, with submissive shy eyes. By now I've kissed and fingered her on the dancefloor, but her pussy isn't wet...weird. At this point, I want to push for the afterparty. I suggest as much, and she reveals to me that while she acts like a slut in the club, and made out with at least 50 guys recently, she's only boned 4 men in her life. And she's going hiking with her family at 6am.
Outside I tell Slubu we need to push for it now, or cut bait. He agrees. With my arms around slutty13 I announce "I am going to fuck the shit out of you tonight". She says she doesn't believe me. "You are too polite". She asks me why I'm so shy.
I'm doing the calculations in my head, and it doesn't add up. But she says, "I would fuck you, but my friend has to come also, and she's not over her ex". We try to sell SpaceCadet on it, but no go. She pulls Slutty13 back into the club, and she waves goodbye to me with sad eyes.
Slubu finishes his cig, and he suggests I go back in for 1 more try, as she looked like she wanted to leave with me. Not 5 minutes later, I spot them both, and already they're grinding with 3 big Nigerian guys. Slutty13 is making out with 1 of them, while the 2nd is groping her pink dress. I want to make sure she sees me looking, and when she does catch my eye, she gives me a flirty *shrug*.
Not going to lie, it hurt my feelings. Despite being a deeply fucked up person, we got really deep into conversation and eye gazing. She told me she felt so comfortable with me, and "liked me alot". I have no illusions about the type of girl I was dealing with. But I beat myself up over it for a while, blaming my game for not being aggressive enough like the Nigerians now making her into an oreo cookie sandwich.
We bounce to the next club. No wind in my sails. Slubu is drunk off his rocker. He's spitting in fine form, but the receptions are icy.
I break off on my own for a bit, and see a chick I recognize. Fuck me. It's my katie holmes looking village girl I went on a date with earlier in the week! Only she's dancing and making out with a bearded Hungarian guy. It's the SAME GIRL who was up in my apartment 5 days ago. Fooling around with me on my bed, and telling me she's never felt this way before. The same girl who made plans to cook me dinner 3 nights ago, then went radio silence.
That was the nail in the coffin for my night. I recount the story to a random girl smoking outside who I wasn't attracted to. "Haven't you heard? Hungarian girls are sluts". With that, I got a subway sandwich with avocado, and called it a night.
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Next morning, to my surprise, I have 10 txts and 3 missed calls from Slutty13. She's apologizing for what happened, and she's asking if she can make it up to me tonight...