Fiscal Philosophy

I might have to admit defeat here. And it takes a lot of humility for me to say this. But European girls simply don't play that "come over and watch some Netflix" shit. Only dumb American broads fall for that. I've tried, believe me, with no less than a dozen of European girls: Spanish/Catalan, Italian, German, Polish, Bulgarian, Russian, you name it. We have a great connection, I take their number (and trust me, I don't simply take just any girl's number, just those I had chemistry with), I flirt up a storm with them, I ask them to come by, and they always say something along the lines of: "That's too fast, but I can have a drink with you somewhere if you want." Bitch. If I wanted that, I would have lead with that, duh. Anyway I'm not strictly opposed to public dates per se, I have full confidence I can rizz them up and still pull to my apartment. I'm like Bruce Lee, "be like water." "When you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup." Ergo, when you put Aruvin in Europe, he becomes European (culturally, don't get your knickers in a twist, ya Euro-cucks). I'm not dogmatic or inflexible -- I'm highly adaptable to my environment. I just think it's such a waste of time to have to sit there and be yapped at by some broad. Zzzzz. Well at least the great thing about Europe is that there's ZERO expectations about a dinner date. They know that's something like that comes later, it's something they have to earn, and even pussy alone isn't sufficient to earn them that. So at least there's that. Anyway, about drinks, I'm not even complaining that I have to jestermax or dance like a monkey, because the truth is I don't. She'll actually be doing most of the monkey-dancing actually, I'm just there to absorb her verbal diarrhea. It's always like that. She'll be doing most of the monkey-dancing, just so that she can feel that she has "bonded" with me and that we have great chemistry, and then her internal PR department can finally give her permission to go back to my place with me... because we had such a great connection. You know this "chemistry" thing that most women talk about? I'll tell you a secret, guys: "Chemistry" is mostly just being a good listener. Any guy with a ton of lays under his belt will tell you that. Most guys talk their way out of pussy... simply because they talk too much.