My first Serbian trip

26 Jun, 2024

With years of day and nightgame experience under my belt, I had mustered enough courage to tackle the next stage: "Serbian girls". After reading a lot about it and talking to fellow PUAs, I felt that I couldn’t claim to be a proper one without achieving this milestone. I wanted to reach the next level of pickup mastery, and for that I had to get some decent results in one of the hardest cities: Belgrade.

After checking flights from my home base, I realized the cheapest way was through Budapest. Just a 5-hour ride with Flixbus (a major German/European cheap bus company), and I had a couple of regulars from previous trips there. I booked a flight to Budapest and planned exactly two nights before moving to Belgrade by bus. On each of the nights, I met one of the regulars for some good casual sex. I’d be lying though if I didn’t admit that it left me quite drained afterwards. Luckily, the bus ride to Belgrade was long enough that I could take a long nap, ignoring my initial plan of finishing a book I had just started.

We arrived around 23h, just before midnight, in a pitch-dark bus station. For some reason, the lights were completely out. If I didn’t have Google Maps showing me where I was, I could’ve thought the bus had been abducted by some rough Yugoslavian mafia. After retrieving my luggage, I got out and immediately ordered a super-cheap taxi to my Airbnb in the downtown, near Republic Square.

From the beginning, I immersed myself in daygame. Every day I would work until around 15h and be out on the streets by 16h, first solo, then with local wings I got to know through different connections. In contrast to what I expected, daygame seemed to be quite… normal. I had come in expecting crazy blowouts and barely any interactions but was surprised by the amount of pleasant sets I had, even when they didn’t lead to anything at first. A couple of days later, I got in touch with a major figure in daygame that I won’t mention by name here. He happened to be there for a couple of weeks and was willing to do some extensive daygame with me. From there on we hit it every day for at least 2 to 3 hours. For me, it was a nice experience to hang out with one of the best in the game and get some good feedback. It was not the kind you would get in a coaching session but it was still pretty valuable and on point.

I found Serbian girls to be good. Not really super hot but also not bad either. Don’t get me wrong, there are definitely some stunners, but it was just about European level and nothing like the mystified legends I had heard about before. Personally, I loved their Slavic and Mediterranean mixed look. It’s pretty common in the Balkan countries in general, but I found it to be much more pronounced in Serbia. Most of the girls you see on the street are dressed casually, the kind you would see in any typical Western European city. Somehow, I expected to see in Serbia, being a closer ally of Russia, much more high heels and hooker-like outfits, but I was unfortunately disappointed. Another thing I realized was their high proficiency in English. I would say only about 10% of the girls I approached couldn’t speak any. The rest were good to super fluent. Serbian schools must be doing something right compared to other countries I’ve been to!

I spent about 10 days in Belgrade daygaming every day but nothing was sticking. I also tried some nightgame on the weekend but it was even worse¹. The bars I checked out looked like weddings: basically, people sitting at tables and talking to each other, making it pretty hard for strangers to mingle with them. Probably big nightclubs are better, but that’s not really my thing. Finally, two days before I had to leave, a hot tall girl walked by while I was having a beer break with my wing. I was a bit tired from all the walking for the whole day but I really liked her nice ass and she was pretty too. After a quick cost-benefit calculation, I stood up and started running after her. I delivered my usual opener, to which she reacted shyly but positively. Her English being not the best, I kept rambling and drilling her with my eyes. It is a very powerful tool, especially when verbal communication is not working that well. She tells me that she’s a hairdresser and was on her way to dinner with friends. I proposed to meet her after dinner to which she said no but offered to meet the next day after work. I agreed and we exchanged numbers.

The next day, the texting was minimal and purely logistics-oriented. We agreed to meet at Republic Square and I took her from there to one of the many bars around the area. I ran my usual date routine and after about an hour, we went for a walk in a park. On the way there, I stopped, got her close for a kiss. I felt the electrifying effect it had on her and thought, alright, this could be a lay on the first date. Unfortunately, after so much walking in the park, talking nonsense, and making out in every possible location and position, I couldn’t get her horny enough to have sex. At the end of the night, we agreed to meet the next day and I walked her back to the bus station. I walked home still pretty happy with how it went. As long as you make clear from the first date what you want and the girl is still willing to meet you on a second date, you’re on track for the lay.

On my last day, I met my wing for a last session. The idea was to either go for same-day lays or get more leads in case I come back to the city. Mid-session, I texted the hairdresser to set up the time. She told me again she was with friends but could meet around 23h, a very good sign. I agreed and told her that I wanted to see her in high heels since on the first day I was making fun of her little-girl pink sneakers.

Pretty tired from all the walking, I headed to Republic Square again to meet her. As I walked toward her, I realized that she was dressed up to fuck: a super short mini-skirt and stiletto high heels. I had a single plan: one drink and then bounce to my place as fast as possible. I didn’t have time since I had to take the bus back to Budapest the next morning at 7h. We ordered a drink and got pretty flirty from the get-go, talking about her body and how I like women in heels. I saw that she was enjoying it and decided to pull the trigger: “I have white wine at home and I’m leaving tomorrow, let’s go home and finish it.” She gave me a sexy look, knowing exactly what was about to happen and said: “Ok, but let’s have a shot before.” This is one of the best signs for the lay on a date along with her asking you where you live.

We downed the shot, paid and headed back to my place. Once inside, it was game over. The LMR was non-existent. We barely opened the wine bottle and had a couple of sips before we were all over each other on the bed. We did the deed and I put her in the taxi with just 3 hours of sleep before my bus. Once again, I laid in bed with the usual satisfaction from a well-executed seduction mission. I had already decided to come back to Belgrade for a longer period of time…