Street stop and instant date

I was strolling on Friedrichstraße towards Unter den Linden carried by a high momentum from an amazing earlier set. This must have been my best session so far and my vibe was off the charts. Coming toward me I saw a dark haired girl with a physique that instantly caught my eye. As an avid bodybuilder, I spent over a decade admiring athletic physiques¹. It doesn’t take me longer than a second to spot someone who’s dedicated to the gym.

She had curvy hips yet a slim waist. Passing her, I glanced over my shoulder and saw an ass that was clearly no stranger to the squat rack. Her tight yoga pants were holding on for dear life. Under her loose shirt she was sporting a massive rack. Opening her was not even a question at this point.

She was an Italian girl with the usual dark hair and brown eyes. I knew it was on when she invited me to walk with her. We sat down at a coffee bar that was about to close but let us chit-chat on a table outside. I assumed she was attracted to me, so focused on building comfort because the girl was very introverted. After half an hour, I told her I wanted to see her again. She hesitated and said “I’d love to, but I want you to know that I’m in an open relationship.”. “That’s not a problem” I assured her, and assured myself that this was a done deal².

D2L

We met up one week later at a Starbucks. I decided this was a good opportunity to practice the entire three venue dating model. After building some rapport in the coffee bar, I bounced her to Newton Bar, a bright alcoholic bar around the corner³.

This time, she offered to get the drinks this time and we both had a bear while sitting next to each other. This girl was a terrible drinker: “I can’t drink much because I already feel tipsy after one drink.” I ran light kino, starting from the shoulders, then moving to her hands and finally her hair and ears. I complimented her on her fashion (she wore a classy jacket), her passion for children, and all her curves in the right places. Textbook Daygame Mastery. At that moment I probably could have kissed her, but the bar was packed with some after-work party. Fearing she might be self-conscious about kissing in public ⁴, I decided to bounce her to a cozy bar next to my house.

There we sat down on an L-shaped sofa where I made sure our hips were touching. She gave me no resistance on the first kiss attempt. Soon after, I bounced her to my place to “show her a quirky musical instrument that I play”. By that point we both knew it was a done deal. We were both openly discussing our sexual experiences and she shared some crazy stories⁵. In retrospect, I may have skipped the last bar altogether. But given that I said we’d go there, it felt better to hold my word instead of rushing her to my place. I’ve consistently put in the work in August, so it felt nice to be rewarded for my effort.

Close

At home, I poured myself a scotch and her some water (she was still “tipsy” from the one beer we had at Newton bar). We kissed on the couch at my place, and given that I had no LMR whatsoever, I moved her to my bed and scored my first Italian notch. I’m leaving Berlin soon, so we promised each other to make the most of our remaining time.

Looking back, the three venues probably weren’t necessary. I also waited a bit too long with the kiss. The reason is that this girl was so introverted that she was struggling to maintain eye contact. In the moment, I felt I needed to build enough rapport and comfort for her to feel safe to come to my place. As the date was clearly progressing towards sex at each point, I didn’t mind things moving a little slower. At the end of the day, I still banged her on the first date (not counting the initial instant date).