On a warm Wednesday afternoon I was sipping a beer with a wing on the terrace of Kavárna Obecní dům in Prague when a beaming girl with long, wavy, dark hair strolled past. “She looks quite setty” he said. Abandoning my beer, I chased her down.
She was a Georgian girl living in New York City, who just returned from skydiving. Hence the smile from ear to ear. The set itself was very mediocre, as the recording would later reveal. I ran literally no Game but still number closed the girl and agreed to an instant date. She was a yes-girl that just really liked me.
We met up later at the Chapeau Rouge bar. She initially suggested another bar with live cats - an idea I quickly shot down. The date started off on a really bad foot: the excited vibe from the earlier set was all but gone, and I could feel the conversation stalling periodically. She didn’t reciprocate my kino and wouldn’t escalate verbally beyond boring chit-chat. “This set is doomed” I thought.
As a Hail Mary, I decided to bounce her to the nearby old city square. On the way we passed under an old stone arched passage. I told her it reminded me of one of Dostoyevski’s novels where a man is reflecting on his imminent death as he is transported to the guillotine in a horse cart. Turns out she was a great fan of Russian literature and we bonded over our love of his work. As we crossed the center of the square, our conversation got more sexual: previous kisses, hopes and dreams in Prague, my earlier approach… As we passed the Mariánský sloup statue, I was standing really close to her. Our eyes locked and I felt the window for the kiss open. I pulled her in and we kissed passionately. Later that evening, she would confess that she initially wanted to leave our date after the first 30 minutes, but our sharing of literature saved the day. I’m raising a glass of vodka to Fjodor, who essentially got me laid that night, as we’ll later see.
I bounced her a second bar called the Alchemist. The vibe had completely turned: she opened up, was openly flirty and touched my arm and hands regularly as she was telling stories about her youth in Tbilisi. I felt it was time to bounce her to my place near the Palladium mall. She agreed to walk across the shopping street for an evening stroll. We got some Greek food (which she paid for), and were soon standing in front of my apartment. She readily followed me inside and we were soon sharing a bottle of wine that was waiting for precisely this situation. Abandoning most of the food, we moved to the couch for some passionate kissing and touching. There was no LMR whatsoever when I carried her and threw her on the bed, adjacent to the couch. She really wanted to get fucked that night. The next morning, I found her black bandana that I kept as a memento of our time in Prague.
I still have it
Interestingly, she later confessed that she didn’t want to come in at first because she was afraid she might have sex with me once inside. This seems like case where her hind brain decided that she wanted sex, but her fore brain tried to stop it from happening. Subconsciously, she had already made her decision. After the sex she spent the night in my arms. I really like to fall asleep cuddling a girl I met that same day. It gives me an immense satisfaction of feeling that I’m making something out of nothing.
A few days later, I fucked her a second time after a dinner date in a vegetarian restaurant of her choice. This time we went to her rented Airbnb flat. We greatly enjoyed each others company in Prague and took some pictures of her pressed naked against my dressed body before I left the house.