Here’s a comment from the forum:
I love Poland. A true globetrotting playboy knows when it’s time to kick back and enjoy low-hanging fruit, and when it’s time to get down and bleed. Poland for the former, while places like Argentina and Spain for the latter.
After a few months of bliss, boredom and complacency sets in, and you’re longing for girls to feign indifference and play a mind game or two rather than show their cards right away. As a man, I just love the novelty and struggle of the chase too much, otherwise I’d live there forever. Great in the short-term though.
Not all guys have great success in Poland, but if you have the right key then the girls put out surprisingly fast.
I have the right key.
My game is not going up in Poland because what I had before arriving was insanely overkill. I came packing nuclear bombs when all I needed were slingshots. About two months in, I started to get “bored” of banging so much. I wanted to go somewhere else where I would struggle a bit and then have to come up with new methods or tactics. And then I slapped the fuck out of myself.
I bled for four years in high school, unable to talk to a pretty girl without urinating in my pants.
I bled for four years in college, constantly stuck in the friends zone with girls I hoped would give me pity sex.
I bled for nearly a decade in DC, improving my game on career-driven cunts who didn’t make me happy.
I bled for six months on my first South America trip, trying to figure out why my DC game wasn’t working on Latin girls, all while shitting my brains out due to various infections.
I bled for two months in Denmark on girls who were even worse than the DC girls I hated.
And then a short while into Poland I considered leaving because I believed that struggling was necessary to my growth as a man. Truth is I’m not sure how to live without bleeding.
I look at my reflection in the mirror a little longer these days, to make sure what I’m experiencing is real. I savor the moment because soon I will become numb to what is making me happy right now. I will stay in Poland until I no longer care about sex, until I need to give my dick a rest, until the thought of fucking another 110 pound Polish girl disgusts me. I will stay in Poland until I get deported. Maybe this will take another month, maybe another three months, maybe longer, but I would be a damn fool to leave when all my dreams are being met in a place that is as close to natural viagra as I’ve found.
I originally planned on some grand European voyage of visiting ten countries, but now that’s out the window. I will stay in Poland indefinitely, because I don’t want to bleed anymore.