I’ve been to Istanbul three times before to meet up with my first daygame mini-relationship that broke up in the beginning of 2024. This fourth time I was in Istanbul just for both business and daygame.

Where are all the sets?

On Tuesday 21 May 2024 I left my hotel which was located in Florya, well outside the city center (for business reasons). The taxi-ride to 30 minutes from Taksim square took about 30 minutes. As the weather was warm and I didn’t want to carry my leather jacket, I decided to leave it in local “Bounce luggage” for storage. This detail becomes important later on in the story.

She was the third set I opened that afternoon on the busy shopping street toward Taksim square. A pretty Turkish girl with black hair, light skin and a penetrating gaze. She was carrying vanilla ice cream in a waffle cone and was listening to music. She was tastefully dressed in tight dark-beige pants with a vertical pattern and a lighter-beige top that revealed a series of tattoos on her shoulders and belly.

I side-stopped her and opened with a light compliment about her style. Immediately, the set felt right: her eyes widened and she hooked instantly, although she didn’t smile much. I could feel she was excited but nervous. She was enjoying herself. A few minutes into the set I noticed that she was so focused on our conversation that she forgot about her ice cream. It was dripping on the floor. When I playfully mentioned the ice cream dripping she said “oh” and wandered off to a nearby waste bin and threw it away after which she returned to me. This is a “green light” signal as strong as it gets…

I bounced her to a nearby café for an instant date. Feeling that I had more than enough attraction, I focused on building rapport. I shared about my business in Istanbul and told her I was a boyscout when I was younger. She imagined me in a silly Scouting uniform which made her relaxed. Turns out she was quite intelligent and had a knack for psychology. Her outlook on life was pretty dark with a sharp, sarcastic humor but it seemed that she embraced nihilism in a good way: she longed for travel and adventure and worked hard to obtain a job at a cruise ship. She wanted to see the whole world.

As I felt I had both comfort and attraction I moved on to seduction. As we were sitting across each other kino wasn’t really possible besides touching her hands to observe her tattoos. She gave me green lights on my verbal escalation and we exchanged thoughts on sex and relationships in general. This girl had SDL written all over her. I probed for logistics: she had to take the bus to Antalya tonight at 7 pm. Damn. By now it was about 14:00 and the Istanbul traffic was only getting worse.

I invited to go for a city walk and we walked downhill toward Karaköy. She showed no resistance to physical escalation whatsoever as I was holding her hand when crossing streets, nudging her shoulders on turns and occasionally bumping into her with my hips. Within fifteen minutes I went for the kiss as we were standing on a narrow street beside a shop. The kiss was aggressive and passionate: she immediately let herself go, pressing her hips forward and wrapping my neck. We kept walking down toward the seaside, stopping from time to kiss, rather inappropriately I should add, in public. She said she won’t be having sex with me though because she never sleeps with men on the first date, and was hinting on meeting her in the future in Antalya.

I was not going to give up that easily though.

As we were walking back up again toward Taksim square to pick up my leather jacket, I decided to go all in. It was almost 16:00 so I had to bounce her back to my hotel. Clearly this girl liked me and was comfortable with me, so I had to take a risk. I remember saying: “I have an idea, but it’s pretty crazy: let’s leave my jacket on Taksim and take a taxi to my hotel and go for a swim in this warm weather. I’ll take a taxi back with you to the center and pick up my jacket as you take the bus to Antalya.”

She looked at me for a moment with her piercing eyes and after what seemed to be an eternity said, with a cheeky smile, “I don’t have any swimwear…”. “Neither do I”, I replied. She smiled and said “okay, let’s go”. As I showed her where my hotel was on Google Maps she smiled and said she knew the area very well: she went to university there. This couldn’t be any better! I believe having (my favorite!) jacket as a “hostage” in the center assured her that I wouldn’t ditch her after the sex, and would indeed drive back with her to the center.

I called an Uber and we set out on a 30 minute journey to the hotel in Florya. Along the way we kept exchanging stories about our youth: encounters with drugs, drunk moments, biggest failures and awkward encounters. We were holding hands. After the Uber dropped us off at the entrance, I smoked a cigarette with her, breaking both my promise to myself not to smoke in Istanbul and a seven-day non-smoking spree. It was one of the best cigarettes I had in a while. Remember: I woke up in this hotel this morning, completely alone, and was now smoking outside the entrance with a beautiful Turkish girl who was a complete stranger a few hours ago. I felt both the rush of nicotine and the anticipation of sex creep up my veins from my neck all the way to my fingertips…

As we entered my room we were instantly drawn to the balcony. It was a very fancy, expensive hotel and I was lucky enough to be upgraded to the “business” room at no additional cost. The balcony faced the sea, granting an astonishing look across the bay where a long line of container ships stretched to the horizon. She pressed herself against me and we started kissing furiously. I pushed her back into the wooden wall that was still warm from the evening sun. I grabbed her arms and stretched them above her head while I planted my upper knee between her thighs. She moaned. The noise of kids with families was rising from the swimming pool below, oblivious to our making out. I pulled her inside and threw her on the bed to claim my first daygame notch in Istanbul.

After having sex twice within an hour, she confessed that she’s so happy I approached her. “It was so long ago, and I really needed that…” she was lying next to me. I was thinking how I woke up in this bed this morning, completely alone, and was now lying in the same bed stroking a beautiful Turkish girl’s hair while she lay on my chest.