I always love returning to Berlin. It’s the city my daygame adventure began, with my first ever daygame lay who became my Turkish regular. Needing a place to crash, I took her up on her offer to host me whenever I’m passing through. So I let her know I’d arrive Friday early afternoon and leave on Sunday. The weekend itself was intense: we always explore our limits together. It’s as if I’m her safe escape. I love taking her to clubs and other seedy places where she wouldn’t be able to go by herself. She only goes on these adventures with me 1. ...
The lay took place on Wednesday 7 January. Vika, the Belarusian I opened in Rome came over to visit me in Warsaw. This decision was prompted after nearly two months of careful long game. Giving that I already tried to kiss her within 60 minutes of meeting her, there was no doubt about my intent. Over the following weeks I kept pinging her about my travels and activities. I mentioned that I would be spending the winter in Warsaw from December to March. We regularly hinted at us meeting up as she has friends living in Poland and regularly visits them from Minsk. She finally pulled the trigger herself stating that “she’ll visit her long time friend in Krakow but will meet me on Warsaw beforehand on Sunday evening. ...
When I was in Riga I opened a blonde German girl when I was out with my wing. We were on the square where she was gazing at the Freedom Monument. It took me three times to walk past her before I could muster up the courage to open. The set itself was rather short. She was waiting for her friend who had arrived. I took her number and moved her to long game. ...
My date today with a pretty 27 year old blonde Belorussian was a stark contrast to my previous blog post. I found a girl that was really into me1. She was keen on the text and came out on the date with no resistance. One problem: she was leaving Rome on the day of our date at 3 p.m. That’s an unfortunate pattern in Rome: it’s an expensive city where tourists don’t usually stay longer than one week. ...
After a productive daygame session with my wing, I could not sleep. We partied late into the night yesterday and I was filling tired. Still, I decided to go for one more walk around Trastevere to get my 10th set of the day - double digits. After about 30 minutes I bump into a group of dusky girls. Probably Lebanese I thought. One of them looked really nice: penetrating dark eyes, wavy hair - just my type. I wasn’t opening a 5-set so I let it slide. Just as I was about to turn into a street I see her separating from her group: she was now alone. ...