Life Cheated Me
It’s Friday morning, and I’m sitting at my coffee table in Poland. And all I can think of right now is this: life cheated me.
A gorgeous little 20 year old Polish/English (born in Poland, grew up in England, came back) girl just left my apartment a couple of hours ago. All that’s coming across my brain right now is this: Life was fucking unfair in the States. This is how it’s supposed to be. I was told that life I had in the States was normal and good. I was lied to.
After that, I can only think: Wow, what if I had been 35 when I finally figured this out? I’d really feel cheated. I feel horrible for all the older gents who didn’t have the Internet when they were my age.
I won’t say I’m truly regretting anything. I gave the life that I was suppose to have an honest-to-God chance, and hated it. I didn’t turmoil around in it for years, instead I manned up and left.
Regardless: life cheated me. American life is not natural. I’ve only been here two weeks, and am completely blown away by this country, it’s women, and culture.
In two weeks, I have a solid harem of 3 – all intelligent, beautiful, and feminine girls – all aged 20-25. And sure, I’m only 24, so I should be getting with girls that age and beauty level. At the same time, I shudder to think how much effort that would have taken in America.
I mean, while I was writing this, another girl texted me and said, “Okay, Tuesday is good. I wrote you in my calendar. I can’t wait :)”
It really couldn’t be going any better.
I keep thinking that I’m going to suddenly wake up. And it was all a dream.
But so far, I haven’t.