London, being one of the major cities of the world, attracts its fair share of foreign women. Indeed, there are many parts of the city where you can go for quite some time without seeing another English face.
The cosmopolitan melting-pot nature of the city is one of the reasons I love it so much here. Myriad and diverse cultures intertwine around one another, sometimes harmoniously, sometimes not so much – but it’s never dull.
The best part is the number of foreign women that populate the capital. South Americans, Eastern Europeans, Asians, girls from every country can be found walking the streets. And almost universally, they’re a pleasure to be around compared to their English counterparts. Friendly, lively and feminine, they form the backbone of the majority of the girls who I’ve most enjoyed dating.
You can score a foreign girl of equal hotness to her English counterpart much more easily too. You’ve got innately higher value for a number of reasons – they’re a visitor in your country, so you have the local knowledge, and fluency with the language. Teasing foreign girls for their dodgy grammar and pronunciation is one of my favourite past times, and never fails to establish a fun vibe.
I can’t help but feel sometimes though it’s a bit of a cop out – they’re just so much easier to game. On the one hand, they’re much more desirable, and more available – so why not? Why make it harder for yourself?
But on the other hand I hate shying away from a challenge. I feel to state that you do not want something (top quality English girls in this case), without first being in a position of power of being able to have it if you want to, is weak. It’s why I consider MGTOW so pathetic – they’ve opted out of women without even being to get them. How many of them do you think would still make the choice they did, if they could be knee-deep in supermodel fanny whenever they wanted.
Ultimately, I’m not going to be satisfied with my time in this country (which is hopefully soon drawing to a close) until I can crack the local, entitled, bitchy 9s with the same ease as the foreign girls. Nothing will give me greater satisfaction than being able to turn down the girls who themselves turn down 99.99% of perfectly good men for infinitesimally small reasons.
Childish? Perhaps. Satisfying though. It’s probably as much about exorcising the demons of my past too, when I couldn’t get with any of them.