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Give him a break !!
Common guys,
Don't argue like high school drop out's,
If you read Axel post, he was just trying to "inform" and it could have being like wise, but some of the post are downright personal criticism and its not in good WSG spirit, Its a free forum and every one is entiled to his opinion, on whatever he thinks, agreed the posting must have being on opinions and editorial's page, yet to make some one to the point of riducule is worthless and baseless.
Besides, with all the critisism Axel recieved, not once has he personally attacked he is still trying to say all he meant was to inform.
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a humble suggestion
This Odessa thing has gotten me all freaked out. I am going down there end of April to check things out.
Please, NOBODY go to Odessa until I have completed my fact-finding mission and given you the all clear.
Axel S and Cruiser D... as far as I am concerned you are both very welcome to the forum... (Jackson's opinion is the only one that matters in this regard) ...just post real info and or pics, write about subjects you actually know something about and stay on topic. We are all equals here.
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Need Information
Hey Guys,
Will be in Odessa late summer for about 4 days. Can anyone PLEASE tell me the names and addresses of any girl-friendly hotels, and where is the best part of town to stay in? Also, what clubs are active now, and what about the language, I speak only English? I have added much to the forum in various countries, now I need some info. Thank you.
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Best part of Odeca?
Nothing wrong with staying central.
Londonskaya is the nice hotel on the next block over
from, you guessed it, Mickey D's!
You can't miss it, on the main street, Deribosovskaya, I think,
that goes right down the hill and the steps
into the Black Sea, or walk back the other way,
to the pleasant park chock full o' pretty pizda.
Once you're there and see it, you'll realize
stressing over it wasn't needed, its fine.
Short cab rides to clubs, they'll know where...
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Russian Language
Steven:
Take about two hours or so and learn some key phrases in Russian. Buy a phrasebook in Barnes & Noble that you can put into your back pocket. You will not become fluent in Russian -- that would take years -- but the attempt is such an aphrodisiac for many of these women. In Odessa you will not be the first American (or whatever Western nationality) they've met, so they have a preconcieved notion about you already. The ATTEMPT to speak Russian gets you further than you would ever believe. Invariably, about 30% of the hot Russian girls in Odessa know more English than they let on and will open up once they see you butchering their language. By the way, no one in Odessa speaks Ukrainian (none that I can tell anyway). Learn some Russian!
Stay somewhere central and take a gypsy cab to Arkadia (pronounced AHR-KAH-DEE-AAH) for a couple of bucks. The ride there is quite enjoyable, in my experience, especially if you are either German or American (which the locals seems to adore, for some reason). Chat with the driver, you will enjoy it. Ukrainians are curious and friendly people, especially if you show them respect.
I simply love Odessa and get back as much as possible now. You will have fun. Also try Fidel's right on the main drag if you're there during a Friday or Saturday.
Zizz
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Odessa Trip
Hey guys, I have enjoyed reading all the posts here, really goof info.
I will be in Odessa in May for about a week, staying at Black Sea hotel. Does anyone have any information on availability of women at/near this hotel?
Is it really as easy as many have indicated to hook up with freebies? I sometimes don't have the patience for the hit-or-miss nature of freebie hunting, so enjoy the availability of SPs when I travel. What's the best way to go for P4P in Odessa?
Thanks!
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Odessan blues
I arrived in Odessa yesterday after a fantastic two day trip to Kiev... pictures and a report follow on that in a day or two...
But first some info on Odessa.
After arrival at the airport and a hassle even getting to Odessa... the flight was overbooked and I almost didnt get on even though I had a business class ticket... I checked into my apartment and slept a little... my mind was still totally pre-occupied with the women I had had in the last few days... swirling images of sex and passion in my head were making conscious logical thought almost impossible.
I had a couple of phone numbers from the internet, so I decided to call my candidate B... a girl named Elena (what else) that works for some property developer here. We met at Fidel, a well-known somewhat overpriced bar on Deribasovskaya right next to the recently opened McDonalds. Elena brought her girlfriend Oksana, an average looking girl who was leaving the next day to Belgium to meet her fiancee. Poor guy. Oksana is an absolute know-it-all hyper-patriotic Ukrainian farm wench and proceeded to tell me everything about America and world politics, bringing out every clichee her simpleton mind could muster up... the focus being that Americans are stupid. I got annoyed and countered with some clichees of my own... like how all Ukrainian men are sloven drunks and all Ukrainian women cost $100... looking her directly into the eyes and implying that essentially the same was true of her. She soon shut up. I am usually very diplomatic in social situations but she was just pissing me off. At some point I just stopped talking to her at all. I really feel sorry for the Belgian guy importing this annoying broad. And she is getting fat too. All that Belgian chocolate and beer is going to plump her right up. She may not eat or drink it though, because of course the best chocolate and beer actually comes from the Ukraine. Uh huh.
Anyway, following this distraction I concentrated on my date, average in the face but with a very sexy slender body and a sexy ass. We held hands and after leaving the bar I walked her to the taxi and got some face time before sending her on her way. I am meeting her again tonight and am sure I will fuck her. So sure that in fact I'll probably strike out... :)
After that I hooked up with an American I met on the plane and we went to Palladium, a large modern disco-casino. Quite decent and the music was tolerable. At least they played chart music and not the usual mind-numbing techno-fied remixes. Decent talent, but only decent... nothing mind-blowing. Most of it occupied by local flatheads. Some pro action, they wanted a laughable $300. I scored some telephone numbers from a couple of teens and we left. Both of us had now decided to go with the pro option. Deciding to take a chance, we asked the taxi driver. He recommended avoiding the tochka down by the seaport since it was run by "criminals". Oh really?
We told him we wanted two hot chicks for $100 each. He made some calls and waited next to yet another McDonalds. The girls showed, but were merely average. It was late, so we chose two and went home.
My girl and I stopped at the Irish pub on Deribasovskaya for a drink and she explained that in the summer girls working there (including her) charge $100 an hour. Considering the fact that this girl was not hot it was very overpriced... as was my $100/3 hours.
We went to my pad and kissed and groped each other before getting down to business. She blew me (with condom) and I poked her awhile before she had to go to the bathroom. After about 5 minutes I went in there to drag her out and she was standing in front of the sink as if she had thrown up. She told me she was sick and pregnant... again. She already had 2 kids from her previous husband. A drunk.
I tried to fuck her again but she was resisting and distraught. I kicked her out. She gave me her number and told me I could call her in the afternoon and fuck her for free. Not sure if I'll do that.
So much for clichees about drunk Ukrainian men, $100 Ukrainian girls and stupid Americans. On this night all were true.
Hope my luck is better tonight...
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Trip to Odessa
Bush is coming to Riga tomorrow, so I wisely decided to arrange a trip to Odessa for the weekend (Old Town Riga wil be closed).
I would be happy to hook up with any fellow monger who is in Odessa during these days.
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Odessa girls
Although I had a great time in Odessa a couple of weeks ago, I did have two "less than positive" experiences. The first was the non-performing pro I mentioned in a previous post. The single worst dud I have had in too many years of mongering and chasing skirts.
The second was a promising date with a cute blonde... that gave me an inside look at the marriage agency aspect of Odessa. It was both intriguing and depressing. But mostly just ridiculous.
It all began at Fidel...
While meeting Lena the internet freebie at Fidel I had spotted a pair of blondes. They were striking blondes… the kind that enter a room and everybody looks. Not necessarily better-looking than other girls, but just skilled at presenting themselves in a man-pleasing way.
White-blonde hair.
Tan skin.
Glossy pink lipstick.
Push up bra.
Cleavage.
Sprayed-on trousers.
Stiletto heels.
I took note of them but was engaged in Lena and couldn’t switch targets at this point, I was too close to the kill. Nonetheless, while carrying on conversation with Lena I observed the two blondes and watched two French sailors, remarkably handsome guys, approach the girls and buy them drinks. The Frenchmen thought they were making progress. They weren’t. They were just buying girls drinks.
I made a mental note of the girls appearance, got the check and headed home to my apartment. After poking Lena I took her home and I zoomed off to the club. Thankfully Lena had to work the next day, allowing me a double op.
That night at Palladium, I spotted the two blondes I had seen in Fidel. I couldn’t approach them then, because I was working over Lena the freebie, whom I ended up banging in a very memorable session about 45 minutes into our second date.
But now here they were again. Alone. In the same outfits as before.
White-blonde hair.
Tan skin.
Glossy pink lipstick.
Push up bra.
Cleavage.
Sprayed-on trousers.
Stiletto heels.
Before I could approach them, they were gobbled up by some Russian guys and invited to sit in the VIP couches surrounding the dance floor.
These were popular girls… like I said, dressed up in that gaudy getup that all men seem attracted to.
Figuring the girls would be occupied for awhile, I refocused on other girls and gathered a number from a girl I would meet the next afternoon.
But it was getting late (early) now and I spotted the blondes at the bar, fianlly alone again. I decide to employ my tactical skills and I approached the blonde I preferred… I was drawn like a moth to a flame by hair straight blonde hair. I went up to her and announced in my best Russian:
“I remember you from Fidel. I want to see you again. Let’s meet tomorrow. What’s your number?”
She instantly told me the number and her name, Nastya.
I said, “Ok, see you tomorrow.” And left.
At that point I was certain that my ploy was working. Not overdoting. Remaining mysterious. Later I would learn later that that my tactic had functioned perfectly. Up to this point, I was doing very well.
Day 2:
After an afternoon date and some kissing that led nowhere from the girl met at the club last night, I met Nastya at Fidel. Fidel isn’t my favorite place, but it is convenient and everybody knows where it is. Blonde Nastya spoke zero English… generally a good sign that she isn’t spoiled and hasn’t had a western boyfriend before.
Conversation is dry however… so dry that I began to wonder if Nastya is either uninterested or just stupid.
Actually, it was probably a combination of any number of factors, a significant one being my Russian, which though capable of holding conversation isn’t good enough to carry an entire conversation all by myself over a long period of time. So I gave Nastya the benefit of the doubt. I often give attractive blondes the benefit of the doubt. I'm like that.
Just as things were really drying up a stunning girl enters the bar and joins us. The new girl was much prettier than Nastya. New girl is about 1,78m tall, thin but not bony, jet black hair, green eyes and a delightfully structured face with a captivating smile. Unlike the goofy looking blondes with their pushed up tits and glossy pink lipstick, the new girl was classy, she knew how to dress and was simply beautiful…
The conversation heats up as I flirt with the new girl, Yulia.
Yulia is a model.
Yulia is smart.
Yulia is beautiful.
Yulia is a TV correspondent.
Yulia has a boyfriend.
Yulia is out of reach.
Yulia is still more interesting than the Blonde.
I convince the girls to come to my apartment, hoping that showing my nice apartment off will impress them. Nastya was impressed… Yulia thought it was “nice” meaning “tacky”. Like I said… Yulia had taste… and she was right about the tackiness…
After a drink at Buffalo 99 in which I was able to start touching Nastya’s hand and holding it intermittently, we part ways with Yulia. Yulia and I had gotten along really well… but she had to go.
My date is going well, the super babe is gone and we decide to have a drink at the Irish pub… which I don’t mind since it is conveniently located close to my apartment… that is really all there is positive to say about the Irish pub.. except maybe also that it has a pool table and $100/hour pros in the summer. Like I said, not much positive to say about this Irish pub.
We sit in the corner and by this time I am holding Nastyona’s hand… and figuring I was making progress according to schedule… it was now just a matter of getting her alone, after dark, in my apartment. I wanted to avoid a club at all costs… it seems to me this would be a waste of time…. It was my last night and getting too late to activate other options, so my best option was to push Nastya until she folds… or if it becomes apparent that she isn’t going to, end the date cordially to set her up for a later trip and go to a club alone and pursue new options.
Suddenly her blonde friend arrived. The same blonde from when we first met and the same one from the club. Blonde friend was styled up the same way she had been the previous night. Cheap and chic. Like many suppose a Ukrainian girl is supposed to look.
White-blonde hair.
Tan skin.
Glossy pink lipstick.
Push up bra.
Cleavage.
Sprayed-on trousers.
Stiletto heels.
Her face was ok in that kitten sort of way, but nothing extraordinary. Still, sitting with the two blondes I was getting a lot of jealous stares. Or maybe they just knew something I didn’t?
The conversation that ensued was classic, one of the most interesting… and demeaning… that I have been in a long time.
Blonde friend: You like Nastya? She is beautiful Ukrainian girl. She is model.
Skank: I know. She is very beautiful. (I’m lying…she’s cute, but not more)
Blonde friend: Beautiful girls need beautiful things. Beautiful girls must make themselves always look beautiful.
Skank: Uh… I suppose.
Blonde friend: There is a new shop down the street. There are nice clothes. Like Prada. Nastya needs new clothes. She is very beautiful, but she needs more beautiful things. Do you want Nastya to look beautiful?
Skank: Nastya looks beautiful as she is.
Blonde friend: Nastya wants to be beautiful. You will buy Nastya clothes now, yes? The shop closes in 30 minutes. There isn’t much time.
Skank: I don’t want to go shopping, I want to talk to Nastya and get to know her.
Blonde friend looks at me slyly.
Blonde friend: You don’t want to buy Nastya clothes?! You don’t care how Nastya looks? Nastya is nr.1 model in Odessa. She is nr.1. She does not talk to many men. She has only had 1 man before. She likes you.
Skank: I like her too.
Blonde friend: I am getting married. My husband is from Mississippi. He is very rich. He bought me this dress. $2000. I will have his baby.
Skank: Congratulations. What a lucky guy.
Blonde friend: Yes, he buys me many things. See my watch and this ring? It is important that a man buy his woman many things. She must always look beautiful. Do you want your woman to look beautiful?
Skank: Of course, every man is proud when other men look at his woman and see how beautiful she is. I like beautiful girls.
Blonde friend periodically translates for Nastya, who is following the conversation with interest. Blonde friend scoots closer to me. And stares intensely into my eyes.
Blonde friend: You will buy Nastya clothes at shop now, yes?
Skank: I just met Nastya! I certainly will be very good to her if she is my girl, I can be very generous… buy her presents, take her on holidays… I can be very generous, but I must at least know her first. I want to get to know Nastya.
Blonde friend. I see. Nastya needs to go to hairdresser. It costs $200. Is that a lot of money for you?
Skank: No, its not.
Blonde friend: You will give Nastya money for hairdresser, yes?
Skank: No.
Blonde friend: Why not, do you not want Nastya to look beautiful? Do you expect her to wait for you?
Skank: I just met Nastya a few hours ago. I don’t ”expect” her to do anything.
At this point I realize I am going to lose this battle, but continue.
Blonde friend: My girlfriend Oksana has a man from Italy. He loves Oksana. He came to Odessa last week and bought her a dress. $8000.
Skank: Good for her.
Blonde friend: Yes, he loves her very much. I can see that. She will not see other men now I think. She will wait for him. But she does not have sex with him yet. Nastya will not have sex with you. I did not have sex with my man for 9 months. Then he visited me 6 times. Now I know he loves me. I will have has baby. He lives in Mississippi.
Skank: Lucky guy. You’re gonna love Mississippi. Its like Odessa. You’ll fit in just nicely with the American girls there.
Blonde friend: What? American girls are fat.
Skank: Yes, they will be jealous of you and probably hate you.
Blonde friend: I know. It is true.
30 seconds of blissful silence.
Blonde friend: Nastya will need many beautiful things if she is to wait for you.
Skank: Nastya can do what she wants. She can wait if she chooses. What are you anyway, Nastya’s agent? A contract negotiator?
Blonde friend: I want to help Nastya. She does not speak English well. She needs things. And I want her to shut up. After she meets you in club she does not shut up about you, she calls you her prince. “He is so beautiful. He is prince.” I cant hear it anymore.
Skank: I’m not a prince.
Suddenly Nastya speaks….English. We are all shocked.
Nastya: I want write you SMS, but my phone only write Russian. See?
She shows me the phone.
Skank: Write me in Russian, I can read it.
Nastya: I want learn English.
Blonde friend: Nastya needs to learn English. English lessons cost $100. You will give Nastya English lessons, yes?
Skank: Sure, I’ll give Nastya English lessons.
Blonde friend: Ha ha. I mean you will give her $100 for English lessons, yes?
Skank: Whatever. Listen. If I am going to give Nastya anything, it will be in private. And not with her “agent” around negotiating.
Blonde friend: Nastya will need money for phone card, to write you SMS. It is expensive for her…
Skank: Check please!
Believe it or not, this conversation went on like this for at least another 20 minutes and at one point even became heated. Finally I gave up, gave Nastya about 100 grv for taxi and a phone card told her I’d call her or write next time I am in Odessa.
Although in theory I was interested in pursuing Nastya further, it was my last night and I certainly wasn’t going to waste it buying Nastya and her friends drinks all night in the hope that I might get a peck on the cheek or even a real kiss for my efforts. Had I been able to maneuver myself free to be alone with Nastya I may have done better… or maybe not. In any case, I wasn’t going to get a chance, she was well guarded.
I was doing well until her “agent” came to negotiate a better deal for her. I can’t decide if her agent was actually protecting her friend’s interests or not… after all, all I really wanted to do was get Nastya into bed and her "agent" certainly prevented that.
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hilarious
Dr Skank,
You are a WSG legend. That was so funny, but kinda of sad. Really shows the lack of respect for men some girls have.
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Relieved
Doc,
I always enjoy your reports. I am relieved that it is not just me that ukrainian women think is stupid enough to pay their bills for them. I love the way it always starts with clothes, then english lessons, she missed out books but came up with the old favorite phonecard. I'm sure if you would have stayed one of their Mothers would have been in dire need of a $500 operation to save her life. Its the suprise on their face when you refuse that tells me that they must be successful with silly men that arent as tight as me. I am back in Kiev in July and would like to buy you a beer and hear some of the stories you havent had the time to write on here.
Jack.
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Odessan girls... again
Jackmiov,
I am a fairly seasoned Moscow vet and even in the high-octane center of the fashion-obsessed greedy Moscow world I have yet to been the focus of such blatant gold digging... and this wasnt the only case of such encounters in my various trips to Odessa.
I recall two occassions last summer where girls were obviously trying to play me for money or gifts.
I love to buy girls drinks... if I like them. But rarely have I had girls aggresively approach me and say "buy me drink!"... no, I didnt miss out on some form of aggressive flirting... the girls really only wanted to get a drink and run. I became more selective in my drink donations and eventually scored. Another common thing is for girls to meet guys in front of the disco on a "date" and then disappear as soon as the suitor paid the $10 entrance fee. Didnt happen to me... I was warned by a friend.
I also remember approaching a girl and asking her name and receiving an icey "buy me rose!" as a reply. I left her standing there. Rose-less.
That said, if you apply some counter-psychology and develop your targeting skills, you can do really well there. The girls are naturally sexy and fantastic in bed. My experience with pros in Odessa was absolute shit, but the freebies I've had and the Odessan girls I've had in Kiev are all 110% in the sack.
They like sex a bit rough and dirty and must go to some special school for sucking cock or something... they have great technique. They get the right mix of hand and mouth, right amount of sloppy wetness and obscene slurping sounds and even remember to look at you when they are sucking you.
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The Odessa file.
Hi guys.
It seems that Odessa is starting to really hot up!
I'm there from the 18th May until the 25th except for the 21st when I fly up to Kiev as I finally got tickets for the Eurovision. Sad I know but there you go.
Judging by what I see here I really better perform next week. I've lined up 8 dates for my trip with only 7 nights and I can't let the side down.
Had some of the "don't forget to bring present" replies to my letters but filed them quickly under "B" for bin. Having sorted out the "looking for man to take care of my 3 children" responses I hope I'm left with some serious potential. Of course I also have my notes from here in case or when I strike out.
I gotta have a looky lou at the "shoppers" for sport. I too can be generous but there is a line between player and mug! Dresses for several grand falls so far to the mug side I can't believe they keep trying.
So good hunting to all here who will be in Odessa over the next few weeks- it seems quite a crowd is gathering.
Anyone looking for a 40 year old wingman with no shame at all please PM me before Tuesday evening.
Irish lad
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Odessa ctd.
IL:
You picked a good time of year to visit the Black Sea... I love late May... beach clubs are just opening, girls are fresh, everybody is in the mood to party and the late summer "I hate tourists" effect has yet to set in among the locals.
As for the gold diggers, I think some of them are maliciously doing so, others innocent in the sense that they are just taking what a lot of Western men so easily give up.
A friend of mine, an American, was casually looking for a wife and dating marriage agency girls. By the way, the agencies earn like $800-1000 dollars for every fiancee visa or trip to the US that the girls make. Anyway he was appalled at the quality of most girls.
Obviously nothing like the pictures.. some better but most worse... he found most of the girls were clueless about the nature of the business. Most just wanted free dinner and maybe a present, even if just small. Sex out of the question. When he asked the girls if they would move to the US or asked them what they expected from an agency-arranged marriage the girls seemed largely clueless... they hadnt even considered moving out of the Ukraine.
In any case, be on your toes in Odessa... I think you'll save yourself a lot of time and money if you screen the girls well and focus on those ones where you see the most promise.