Winging in Amsterdam

I was pretty tired from a lack of sleep as well as having a beer after work with my manager. Reliable like clockwork, I met my wing at 5 PM for a two hour session.

The first hour was pretty bad for both of us. The lack of sets, nicotine withdrawal¹, and overall shite quality of Amsterdam started to get to me. However, the tide turned after both of us got our first two blowouts. I dare say I even started to praise Amsterdam. “I can get laid here,” I thought.

My third set was pretty memorable. I stopped a leggy, tall, Dutch local girl in the shopping street. At first she thought this was some kind of street prank. To be fair, my opener was kind of corny: “you’re dressed like a cute yellow banana.” and “your glasses remind me of my history teacher”. Back to daygame 101 instead of R-selection, but I have to start from somewhere in this new environment.

She soon settled into what turned out to become an 8 minute set with plenty of banter. I closed strong, telling her I liked her, but she wouldn’t give her number. “I can’t deal with this right now,” she said, “I really need a break”. She added “too bad, because I do like your vibe”. Green flag. Attraction is done. Time to build comfort.

I grounded the conversation by talking about our jobs, where I’m from, and why I’m in Amsterdam. A few minutes later I felt I had built enough comfort to go for the number again. She wouldn’t budge. Ah well, easy come easy go. I’m happy with this result. She was a young, tall, hot Dutch girl that was giggling 8 minutes straight.

My beginner wing looked like me like I had just discovered fire.