The Return to Warsaw

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After three years, I returned to Warsaw in order to re-live some of the moments which triggered my escape from the West. Knowing well inside that it’s very hard to re-experience the joy of an initial experience, I was ready for a more downbeat affair this time round.

I started my trip by catching up with friends I made from 2013 when I first arrived, some of which I’ve met up with in various parts of Eastern Europe and Asia since then. It was a nice re-union with people whom share the same beliefs and progressing through life in an ambitious manner.

After our re-union, I ventured out to the nightlife in order to explore what the city had become.

Despite it being still an improvement from Australia, I was disappointed as expected. The attitudes of the women were far worse from 2013, the career-carousell lifestyle had infected the women of Warsaw and it was obvious that many men had moved to Poland in order to satisfy their thirst for easier, more feminine women.  These factors culminate in a far less enriching experience this time round from what I had experienced last time I was in Warsaw.
I still managed to pull in my first night here, however the efforts I went to were probably border-lining my limits.

The most saddening part of my trip came on the last night. I went to a venue where I visited back in 2013, and sat in corner where I made most of my approaches and had the bulk of my success from last time round. As I sat, I noticed a girl, the same girl from 2013, she dressed well, hair long and stylish, but as I approached her, I couldn’t believe what I saws. The wrinkles appearing on her face, around her eyes and mouth were definitely excessive for the three years of time that had passed. She was undoubtedly the hottest girl in the club back in 2013, now she was a nobody, forcing herself to smile and seem accepted.

All I could think of was “what a horrible waste.” This girl partied away her beauty and is now bound to settle for something far worse than what she could have gotten earlier. She traded in her most valuable asset for meaningless “Fun” and male attention.

It’s a well known saying that “Women age like milk and men age like wine” but I haven’t even brought up the fact that these aged women have higher standards, higher expectations after experiencing the highest quality men in their peak physical years they feel as if they can’t go backwards. However, the burden of disappointment from being pumped and dumped so many times, factors that surely make them less feminine and pleasing leave them to be nothing more than than a fuck buddy, a mere container for a mans sexual pleasure.

They deserve what they get, life isn’t fair.

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3 thoughts on “The Return to Warsaw

  1. blabbz says:

    Ain’t life a bitch sometimes. be happy that you’re able to go around the world and live how you want though

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