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Welcome to the Land of Khaan

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The Great Khan

Mongolia has always been a country that has fascinated me way back to my early childhood when i had to present a project on the great Chinggis Khan. So when i was given the opportunity to go work in this great country, I swallowed it up whole.

But i have to reverse a year or two ago, I read the Naughty Nomad’s review of Ulaan Baator and at the time was highly disappointed  Fast forward to when i accepted the position, I immediately thought of his article (Link Below) and i was hoping it wasn’t true, and that he had just had a fluke of a bad time.

Now that i’ve been here a reasonable amount of time (over a month) i can honestly say that i’m glad his article is only mostly right. His facts of the place is spot on, this place isn’t like anywhere you’ve ever experienced  the girls are bar none some of the best in the world, beer is only $2 and the Gran Khan Irish Pub does serve some pretty good food. But that’s where the similarities end in my personal experience.

There are only two people that matter in this country, Chinggis Kahn and Sukhbaatar, remember that.

Let’s start with the daily life. Traffic in UB is absolutely chaotic, throw in a few inches of snow and you have a living nightmare, it is surprising to see the shear amount of high priced cars rolling around as well as the lack of vehicular accidents, i’d say about 95% of cars don’t even have a dent in them. All this makes crossing roads one hell of a sport. Usually you take it one lane at a time with cars, trucks and buses passing by at mere centimeters from you. The first few day this really makes your adrenaline pumping. Food is generally good if you stay with my western cuisine restaurants. Although Mongolian cuisine isn’t bad, it does get some getting used to if you aren’t into eating horse, tongues or livers. That being said most of the downtown area, especially south of Sukhbaatar Square, is pretty expat friendly and it is where you’ll find most of the western cuisine restaurants. Service in restaurants can be lacking, you really have to go old school and wave over the servers, though the service you do get is good, and food generally take a while to get to you, so plan on being there a while and downing a good 2 beers before you food arrives. Though meals are cheaper than what you are used to, prices have still risen by 60% since 2007 which is generally really expensive for the locals.

The city has a great mix of Traditional, Soviet and Western Architecture and seeing it all come together is kind a unique experience. Though there are a few things to look out for in UB. Avoid man holes at all costs, locals steal man hole covers to bring the metal to the scrap yard for cash, the holes can then get filled with rain water and if you aren’t watching out, down you go, or also the covers can just give way and again, down you go. Avoid taking taxis, there are just one good company in the city that wont try to rip you off and i forget the name of the company. The rest will try their hardest to screw you and most don’t have meters to keep track. But as a general rule if they ask you to pay anything close to 20,000T or more they are ripping you off. Never take the bus…. lots of pick pockets on the buses. Watch where you keep your money, there are a lot of pick pockets in town and they are resourceful and feisty. A girl i know was taking the bus and she kept the zipper buckle of her purse close to her and in few at all times, the pickpocket was still able to open the “non openable” side of her purse and steal her wallet. If you see someone being pick pocketed, keep you mouth shut, warning the person he’s is about to get mugged is a sure way to get to the hospital. Different pickpocket gangs work different districts of the city, the cops know about all this but there is hardly anything they can do about it, or just wont do about it. Stay away from stray dogs… there are a ton of stray dogs and a lot of them have rabies. Also, stay away from the Russian district… this one is self explanatory.

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Ya, that’ll save you

Let’s move on to the night life. The Orange bar…. well not much to say about this one, go there if you want to see boobs. The Grand Khan is definitely the expat hangout of choice and gets pretty lively at nights, i’ve had no problems going there alone and just meeting, sitting and drinking with random groups of people, expats and nationals alike. Though you’ll find most expats at the GK, there is still a good amount of local girls that frequent this pub as well. There is a nightclub in the basement of the Central Tower downtown just south, i was there for a bit but quickly left as it’s really not my style. Though if you are into that kind of thing, i’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself. Casablanca’s is another expat hot spot, it just isn’t happening there anymore. But it has some of the best pizza in town.

This is called having 30 Human Power

This is called having 30 Human Power

As for girls, i’ve never been into asian girls, but Mongolian girls aren’t just asian girls. They have a great a great mix to them and quite a bit of diversity in their body and facial characteristics. Some lean more towards a white, Russian look with a nice sprinkle of asian while other do look more Chinese. But there is a great variety of skin tone and hair, from the frizzy to the straight. What they all have in common though is their big high cheek bones. There are also no really fat or obese girls here. Some of the fattest girls i’ve seen are a western chubby at most. Though this doesn’t automatically make them all beautiful, just the odds are there. I have found them all to be really open and approachable with complete lack of a bitch shield. My best most successful pick up line here, “Hi.” And thats everywhere, the bar, the store, the street… they are all more than happy to chit chat with you. They do err on the side of caution and take about a week to really warm up to you, but when they get there they are more than willing to knock boots with you. Getting laid here isn’t hard at all. A part of that might be due to hypergamy as expats here make considerably more than the nationals and are generally in the positions of power. The women here haven’t been ruined by the bowels of feminism yet. For them feminism is going out and smoking pot or smokes as the older generation women look down upon that kind of behavior. They keep themselves up and take pride in their appearance, as well, they are surprisingly fashionable. They are pretty submissive, subservient and very feminine. They are the best Asia has to offer.

The men here to get jealous of you hitting on their women, they are kind of over protective that way. But generally speaking i haven’t had any issues with any of them and they usually are pretty friendly.

The people in rural Mongolia are even more friendly. Regular city friendliness times 100.

Its an absolutely gorgeous country, you should all come check it out yourselves.

And remember this. That massage place in the basement of your hotel…. ya it’s a rub n tug. And if you ask they’ll do more then just tug.

Not quite downtown

Looking towards not quite downtown

Links

The Naughty Nomad – Ulaan Baator

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The “Real” Date

Oh as i was stretching my blogging legs and wondering what to write about i was reading Aneroidocean’s latest post Frailty. He mentioned at the end of the post how one of the girls he’s seeing a validation of commitment. This reminded me of a quick exchange i had in the not so distant past circa 2011.

After finishing a nice romp in the sack with a girl i was seeing at the time, i was just about to fall asleep until i hear.

Girl: So when are you going to take me on a real date.

Me: What are you talking about?

G: You know, go out in public, watch a movie go for diner.

M: I work out of town, when i come back i don’t like the hassle of more restaurants and hitting the town.

G: But you go to the pub with the guys.

M: That’s right

G: All we do is have sex.

M: What are you talking about, we went out and had a date our first time together.

G: That wasn’t a date, i paid for all your drinks.

M: So.

G: I just want to go out on a real date where you treat me.

M: …….

G: Fine, no sex until i get a real day.

M: Fine.

I turnaround and passed out. 6 am the next morning i was gone and i’ve never spoken to her again. I can tolerate a lot of shit, but that’s one thing i definitely do not tolerate, the “no sex” threat. My mom always told me “Lost, as soon as a women threatens you with no sex, kick her to the curb.” Now thats the soundest piece of advice i’ve ever received from a woman.

It just goes to show, that sooner or later they all look to put that commitment stamp on it, whatever means necessary.


Cutting your Losses

Often, there comes a time where you need to cut your losses and turn your back on the girl you’ve been pursuing. This point can come within minutes or hours, or the point of no return can come months later.

The reason this is coming up, is because i am at one of these points right now with a girl i’ve been seeing. And i’ve been dragged far beyond my line of no return than i’d like to admit. I think the reason i let myself get to this point is two fold, one, i haven’t met a girl that i’ve meshed with mentally for a very long time, and i guess i got overly excited, two, we started it off so well, everything was text book and she was investing way more into me than i would into her and so on. I also indirectly broke her ankle and she still paid the rounds at the bar that very night.

I’m pretty sure my demised was sealed due to my work schedule when she ushered the words

“Every time you come back, it’s like i have to get to know you all over again.”

I should of probably seen it coming after that, the slight loss in interest, hindsight is after all 20/20, but i let it continue for a couple more turnarounds (the term we use to illustrate our time spent at home) when i should of just spent my time and energy towards other interests.

Though she still seems interested, its way below the level of interest i’d like it to be.

Live and learn, to have clear boundaries and the willpower to follow those without fail is my lesson for the month.

On a brighter note, one door closes 3 more open….. literally.

Later days


Dating a Feminist

My brother is dating a hardcore hipsterish feminist. An attractive woman that has previously sworn off relationship and companionship in order to get rich, preferably by marrying an old rich dude. I avoid all gender conversations except for the occasional slip up, in which case i just stop talking and get on with whatever a was doing. There is no point in arguing anything.

Recently i went out for breakfast with my brother and his girl and afterwards ditched the girl and spent a day with my brother. While driving around i asked him.

Me: How is dating a feminist.

Brother: The sex is great.

And that was it, nothing more needed to be said on that subject. You see my brother is also somewhat of a natural (i blame our common upbringing) that got headbutted into the right direction after a series of unfortunate events regarding his ex, even after he had done everything “right.”

So after reflecting on his answer and his actions, or lack there of, towards his current partner, it all made sense. Her viewpoint on feminism doesn’t bother him because he doesn’t care to hear it, and never treads those waters. He keeps conversation light and teases her constantly and never takes her seriously. She would parade him to family and friends and tout him as her boyfriend, my brother would turn around and never mention her to my family. He does everything the “Game” way. Though he doesn’t buy/care about all the stuff we cover here on all our blogs, he sure made the realization and is living with the core principles.

The funny thing is, she, on the hand, has started to become what she despises…. a dependent, a girlfriend… a woman. Though she still bucks and talks all tough, she sure doesn’t act like it anymore, chanting her convictions during the day, and playing the “wife” at night. I find it amusing how willingly she became this way after having a taste of a real man.

And…..

I can’t help but being proud of my little brother.


The End of Civilization

Alright, since i’m lazy towards this blog and it takes me such a while to post any current events that they are now old news, i’m finally jumping on this Anti-Tawkify bandwaggon.

I’m not even going to give the site satisfaction by linking to it.

So you should all know the premise of this site by now. Old over the hill with nothing to offer in a relationship who rode the cock carousel serial monogamy and now are all used up and want to settle down with an Alpha they don’t deserve entitled princesses who are all special little snow flakes Women join free with the promise of have a silver platter of potential betas suitors ripe for the picking. The men go on the website, answer a few question including income and send in a picture of themselves to this matchmaker behind the scenes, the men pay for this privileged. The women in turn select their best suitor by laughing at seriously examining every aspect of said potential suitors. The chosen suitor then receives a phone call the following Monday and has a strict 7 minutes to impress the princess woman who has chosen him. Here’s the kicker, the men aren’t allowed to know anything about the woman who chose them nor how she looks like…… guaranteed the girl on the other line is a land whale.

Imagine if the reverse were true. We all know it would never take off and today’s women love to have their cake and eat it too. (Which is what has made them all land whales to start off with.

Land Whale wants more cake!

I don’t know about you but shit like this really grinds my gears. To quote Rodney Dangerfield: “I get no respect.” And this is exactly what this does to the beta chumps men who apply, it automatically assumes they are all criminals and it gives none of them an ounce of respect.

Part of it is our own fault, if we’d all stop drooling like a 2nd grader who’s seen his first set of boobs after finding his dad’s Playboy stache whenever we have a slight glimmer of hope that we’re going to get laid, if we were all suave as fuck, cool as a motherfucking cucumber, this shit would probably not happen. But instead there are probably tens of thousands of us that would gladly dish out however much Tawkify charges to have the honour the be trampled on and degraded.

“So Lost, tell me how you really feel.”

This is NOT who's on the other end when receiving a Tawkify phone call

if you want to learn more, there is nothing i can say here that hasn’t already been said elsewhere, so here are the links:

Here’s what you do — add a link to this post on your blog that looks like this:

Tawkify

Hell, you can just copy and paste that onto your blog. Even better, write your own post discombobulating Tawkify. The more articles explaining why Tawkify is a reeking sewer, the better. When your post is up, let me know and I’ll add a link to it here. It is time for the manosphere to unite for a good cause, the cause of making the comfortable uncomfortable. The cause of Fucking Their Shit Up. To victory!