I was in a foul, anxious mood. Stressed out from the end of the work week. But the weather was nice. I ditched my colleagues after our corporate get-away and headed for the center to see if I can crank out some sets.
The first set was a standing Dutch girl who was waiting for her friend. He arrived and looked like a total chode. “Is he your friend or boyfriend?” I asked. “No, but I have a boyfriend,” she answered. And that was that.
Less than five minutes later I walk toward the canals. In a narrow alley, I saw a leggy, fine, black haired girl stroll toward me. She looked like a ballerina dancer: narrow tall legs, fine shoulders, beautiful feline face, and crystal clear blue eyes. I turned around and opened her.
Turns out she wasn’t Slavic. She gave me green on the open and urged me to guess again. She was Greek! I would have never guessed. This girl liked me. After a solid set I took her number. We agreed to meet up in one hour for a drink1. However, the way she looked at me made me change her mind. “Let’s grab a beer right now,” I said, “I know a cozy bar around the corner”. She agreed and I lead her to the bar next to Cafe Hoppe in the old town. hThis girl liked me; she was in awe of my adventurous lifestyle. As we were sitting outside, I gradually started to ramp up my escalation: I mentioned her deep blue eyes, stroke her cold fingers, cleared her hair from her face. She had beautiful long hair. She verbally expressed that she liked my style, my spontaneity. “And I’m dashingly handsome,” I jokingly added. “yes”, she said. We’ll call that an IOI.
I noticed she was carrying a Polaroid camera. “We should take a picture of us both, so you’ll remember this dashing guy you met in Amsterdam,” I said. I took her by the hand and bounced her to the canal in the old center. We asked two tourists to take a picture2. I noted how closely she tilted her head toward mine… After our picture was taken, we sat down to let the film dry. Our eyes locked and I felt the window open for a kiss. She offered no resistance; we kissed a few times and then I rolled off.
My first good idate in Amsterdam
It was getting cold, so I considered bouncing her to a coffee bar. But this girl was on, so I decided to see how far I can push it in one day. I was pretty certain she wouldn’t fuck today as she was really shy, and clearly holding back. Nevertheless, I wanted to give it my best shot. “Come with me, I’ll show you the most beautiful street in Amsterdam3,” I said. She didn’t wobble and followed me to the tram. By that time it was nearing 10 PM and she started shivering. I kissed her and lend her my leather jacket.
She was in awe of the street, solidifying my belief in the strategy for bouncing future girls here. “Let’s get some tea at my place,” I suggested. There was some hesitation in her voice, but she said OK. “Holy shit, am I really going to have my first SDL in Amsterdam?” I thought.
Alas, not much happened: I bounced her to my flat, ran comfort (showed paper pictures about my travels and family), and kissed her a few times. She wouldn’t go beyond that, refusing to even put off her jacket. I bounced her from my living room to my study, and kissed her in front of the mirror, but she gently pushed me away as I wrapped my hands around her (twice).
“I don’t want to be rude,” she calmly said, “but it’s getting late.” I let her leave and asked her to text me a photo of our picture tomorrow. She’s leaving on Sunday and I have my friend coming over, so logistics may derail the lay. Nevertheless, we agreed to meet for a drink on Sunday evening at 5 PM. She has her flight late in the evening, but I love close to the airport. So who knows?
What a great session today, though! I ended up kissing a pretty girl in my apartment while starting the day on a foul mood. The randomness of daygame never seizes to amaze me.