Inside The University of Melbourne

One night can change a lot.

She was dressed stunningly, dark knee-high boots, tight jeans and a leather jacket. Waking slowly past me, I simply couldn’t just let her go. I approached her on the street, being rather direct and leaving her somewhat surprised. I kept it simple, brief details about myself, and open ended questions which endorsed her to speak. Based on her body language, she was shy but somewhat interested. We exchanged numbers and made plans to catch up for a drink on Saturday night.

As Saturday rolled around, she mentioned over text how she’s very punctual. In modern times, where flaking is at an all-time high, this seemed almost sarcastic.

Normally, I would go to a venue a little late since most girls can never make it anywhere on time, this time round I thought I’d take a chance and show up a little early to see if she’s actually true to her world, and if she wasn’t, that would be my initial tease to get her to buy the first round of drinks. However, to my pleasant surprise, she was there, exactly on time, not a minute late. Dressed well in a dark pea coat and lighter dress. I already felt a little bit more positive.

In a crowded bar, with no spare seating areas, we ended up just standing and talking, closely. She mentioned earlier she worked in “Healthcare”. I knew she seemed a bit smart and was probably a doctor but initially guessed that she’s a “Naughty Nurse!” and waited for to correct me with a small giggle, and that’s exactly what happened.

Her shyness meant I had to lead the conversations, and do most of the talking initially, trying to build comfort with innocent girls can often be a challenge. I had to ramble about some of the most boring medical topics in order to get her talking. She simply loved her job which left her with not much time to meet people. Based on what I’ve been told by relatives and friends I suddenly appeared to be knowledgeable about the Medical field and her goals, which got her talking about her aspirations, dreams and hopes. When a girl starts talking about these sorts of things, it signals her level of comfort increasing which was a great sign.

We found an empty lounge and got closer, talking more about my views, opinions and life. This got her engaged and contributing substantially. She moved here from overseas when she was fourteen, attending boarding school then studying Medicine at the same University which I attended. Finishing Medical School, two years ago, she finally discovered which specialisation she’s interested in. She explained her choice and reasoning and I soon understood how well it matched her personality based on her interaction with me so far.

As I slowly started sexualising the conversation, I got an idea of her sexual experience, it was refreshingly low. In a world where everyone fucks everyone, innocence can be somewhat alluring.

It turns out she’s only dated one guy before and has never had any other male sexual partners, and it was around four years ago. Since then she’s experimented and had relationships with women.

On her insistence, we started walking back to her place, she mentioned how she’s only been hit on by two men besides me in her life, and one was her ex-boyfriend. To me it seemed a little odd that a girl living in the western world, who was approaching a rating of 8 based solely on looks was being given such little male attention. She even stated that she started beginning experimenting with women since they approach her more than men.

We got to her place and went to the bedroom and chatted some more, exchanging sensual kisses and slowly removing clothing. Her body was firm and skin very soft. Her voice was sensual when she spoke in my ear.

The sex was gentle as it had been such a long time since she was last penetrated. She mentioned earlier she’s so tight that she struggles to get tampons inside her cooch. She was timid and self-conscious by constantly asking me if I was enjoying it. The majority of carousel-ridden girls these days are like porno directors giving instructions and faking excessive noises, being a tad shy and timid was a welcome change.

We lied in bed, talking more and relaxing. She mentioned it was 4:33AM and if it was alright if she fell asleep in my arms. I asked her if it’s ok if I left instead since in reality she would sleep better without me there and I would sleep well in my bed back at home.

I made it back home and ended up sleeping at 5:30, waking up only a few hours later without feeling tired.

I had a spring in my step the next morning, not the usual sex afterglow, but more so thinking about some of the stories and philosophies we exchanged and shared. It’s rare these days that I respect any girls that I meet and bang on the first night but she definitely left a positive and potentially lasting impression. It gave me a little hope that there are some girls with amazing qualities still present within the Western World, free from the corruption of feminism and modern societal trends. Possessing clear goals, being feminine, smart, looking attractive and not being carousel ridden – how often are all those qualities ever present in the same woman?

Helsinki, Finland
Early 2014.

After an all-night ferry party from Stockholm to Helsinki, I was depleted and couldn’t wait to check into my apartment for a huge nap.

After rejuvenating, I took a walk through the city to get a taste of the local talent. Finnish girls were naturally pretty possessing blonde hair, blue eyes and pale skin. However, they definitely did not appear feminine, dressing very sloppy and often looking like they spent a total of 30 seconds on their grooming collectively in the last fortnight. They also had weird haircuts that looked more scary than attractive as well as excessive tattoos which lead me to think some girls were mutated.

I approached a few locals and begun asking around for good night spots. I noticed the women here were pretty dull, friendly but very “cookie-cutter” they lacked the excitement and engagement of other countries. Since I was only spending a week here I wasn’t too worried.

After racking up a list of places to check out for the week, I went back to my apartment and plotted out the best nights to visit each venue. My week seemed pretty filled during each night.

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I had two venues to check out on my first night, both of which were suggested to me multiple times by locals and judging from the online comments, I was feeling pretty confident of getting my Finnish flag on the first night in Helsinki.

The first venue was a basic bar with a small dance floor, I was rolling solo this week unlike Montreal (Which occurred after this) so I had to psyche myself up and get into the social mood. I talked to a few random girls in order to get into the mood, one of which seemed very interested, commenting on my foreign accent and appearance. Her friends weren’t cock-blocking and were openly flirting with many guys in the venue.
After spending time in Stockholm, I knew all about The Law of Jante and had to hold back on my usual game. It was difficult, I felt like I was purposely sandbagging myself  and appearing boring in order to make progress. In Australia or the US, that would’ve been a notch-killer but here it seemed to be working. This girl started talking about how people cared too much about the way they dress and basically tried to justify the sloppy dress sense most of the girls in Helsinki had. I knew there was no point trying to get into some debate with her so I just agreed and nodded, whilst touching her. I had seen guys getting blown out in Stockholm, due to being outspoken and learnt rather swiftly that being boring like a piece of cardboard was the way to go in Scandinavia.

This girl continued to go on her random rants and criticisms of the modern world, many of which I could’ve commented towards as I didn’t agree on most her rants but knowing the people in Scandinavia being so sensitive to opposing viewpoints, I kept quite by changing topics or making very generic remarks.  We kissed under an hour (Slow by Scandinavian standards, I know) and I suggested that we go check out another venue. Now, there’s a couple of reasons I wanted to do this, first of all, to get her away from her friends, who although weren’t cock blockers could end up costing me the notch in the event this girl feels the need to “look after” one of them later on in the night as they get further intoxicated. The second reason is that I wanted to check out this other venue so I could see what the talent was like before I visit it again later on in the week. Her friends didn’t really care about us heading elsewhere (Thank you Scandinavian culture!).

After entering the new venue, the girl and I grabbed a round of shots before dancing. Judging from her continual grinding against my crouch I could see she was pretty horny and down. I was still feeling pretty tired from the night before and honestly wanted to get the bang sooner rather than later. I walked her out of the club and to my apartment, for a “quick drink and some music”, she didn’t object.

Once we were in there was no resistance at all, she was a lot more aggressive in the privacy of my apartment. The sex was decent, very physical and rough. After banging twice on the couch she fell asleep. I took a close look at her, she looked like she was in a deep sleep so I decided not to wake her. I walked back to my bedroom and fell asleep in an instant only to find her next to me when I woke up in the early hours of the morning.

When I woke up later that morning, she was already dressed and ready to head home. She asked me not to get up and grabbed her stuff and made her way out.

Finnish flag captured.

Although I got my flag I didn’t really feel satisfied. I felt the need to continue to slay slores throughout the week.

The remainder of the week was rather cold. I got further success on the back-end of my stay in Helsinki but the high cost of living and horrible weather enticed me to stay in and relax.

It’s no surprise that most of the girls in Scandinavia lack femininity despite genetically possessing very desirable aesthetics. The culture of equality and cock-riding in your youth appears to have worked well for girls who are willing to spread their legs to random men with such ease. Being a foreigner who wasn’t staying long in town didn’t seem to change a thing, their openness at sex is a positive characteristic if you’re looking to slay some decent poon without substantial effort.