Their apple faces and chiclet teeth make my loins sing.
The toughest part of gaming them occurs right at the beginning, getting progressively easier once the front line defenses are breached.
Like most measurement tools of the quality of a man’s game, the flag metric doesn’t account for a girl’s hotornotness, but it is still superior to the notch count because foreign girls do have subtle differences in their outlook on life, their behavior during courtship, and their opinions of men that will test the flexibility and resourcefulness of a guy’s game.
The sum total of a foreign woman is more than her ethnic cuisine.
The one structural advantage any guy has with foreign girls, namely the allure of the exotic (hybrid vigor for you science wonks), is not something that can be learned.
I assume it counts for some fraction of my interactions with them, but since most of the foreigners I met were in the US at the time and surrounded by “exotic” American men I don’t think that advantage played much role.
Feel free to extend these gross generalizations to the entire ethnic group.
All of them were recent (less than one year) emigres.
The tried and true methods will work regardless of her country of origin.
Nonetheless, knowledge of her ethnic idiosyncrasies will put a man way ahead of his competition.
It makes sense that, for example, a Japanese girl and a Peruvian girl will yield very differenct experiences for the player attempting to bed them.
Not knowing the distinguishing traits of whatever foreign girl a guy is trying to pick up won’t kill his chances with her because the fundamentals of game are universal, handed down from the cosmos like the ten commandments of poon*.
They are a challenge to approach because they compose themselves with an icy aloofness that tells a guy he will get his balls handed to him if he dares interrupt her calculated repose with a “hi”.