The Belarusian blondie who game to visit me in Warsaw paid me a visit in Amsterdam. I initially called her the next day after she left Warsaw to tell her I’m “breaking up”. Concretely, telling her that I’m not after anything serious and don’t want to “fuck with her mind”. She reciprocated by stating “she always understood it this way”1.
… but then I got horny one night and suggested she paid a visit to the Van Gogh museum. Naturally, we never went to that museum. We literally only fucked for two days in my apartment. I remember us briefly going out twice for a walk: once at lunch to get a sandwich, and once in the evening to get spacecake.
I wish I could write the sex was amazing but it really wasn’t. I don’t know if it’s me2 or her. I fully blame her, even though she had a beautiful face: fully Slavic features, snow white skin, full (natural!) lips, wide hips, long legs (10 cm taller than me). However, she was 27 and I was painfully aware of the showings: wrinkles around her nipples. And her tits were an absolute mess… It took so much away from her otherwise excellent body that I always regretted unclasping her bra.
In fact, the only time I thoroughly enjoyed fucking her was once the spacecake took over. I was properly horny and was railing her on every table I had in my apartment. That was when she complained I hadn’t yet cum in her mouth, so I obliged her.
Otherwise, it was meh. It feels so bizarre writing this imagining how I was before Game - early 2023. This would have been a girl I would have done EVERYTHING for. Today, I genuinely believe I can do better and find her quite boring. Paradoxically, but predictably, this very attitude makes her go crazy for me. This is a girl that’s shit-testing me really hard. I pass all her tests by being non-reactive because I genuinely don’t care if she stands up and leaves. How I wish I could replicate this attitude with girls I’m fully into.
Easy come - easy go. I put her on a flight and still ping her now and then to keep her warm.