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I’m writing this lay report more than a year after the fact. Honestly, I don’t remember much about this encounter. There’s a reason to it: it’s an experience I’m trying to forget. The girl wasn’t pretty, but she was young. A 19 year old Turkish student from Istanbul. She was properly horny though, and seemed pretty determined to lose her virginity to me. I’m writing these lines mostly to remind myself where I come from: in the early months of my daygame career, I opened girls I didn’t fancy that much, because I could rely on my superior looks to make up for my complete lack of Game. Running these girls through the process, provided me with the desperately needed evidence that the model worked. And they got laid with a guy more attractive than them. ...

Note: I am writing this story more than a year later. Saturday afternoon, I was turning a corner onto Unter den Linden, when I suddenly spot a dusky woman standing there, studying a map. She had dark, fizzy hair, and packed a nice set of curves along with all the obvious signs of a tourist: Converse All Stars, rucksack, looking lost. Opening her wasn’t hard at all. I was greeted by a radiant smile and sparkling eyes. It was 6 p.m. and she must have been quite bored exploring by herself. As expected, she was a 31 year old solo-traveler, looking to “explore the wilder side of Berlin”. I took her number and we agreed to meet for dinner at Que Pasa. That’s right - I took a Latino girl, who travelled across the Atlantic, to a place to eat Mexican home food. Luckily, she didn’t mind. ...

instant date Berliner Domcafé I spotted a beautiful, Turkish girl in her early twenties smoking a cigarette on a bench in the Lustgarten in Berlin. She looked at the ground and was probably bored. Suffering from AA, I lingered around on the grass field, outside her field of vision. She soon got up to take a picture, and walked to the fountain in the middle of the square. Mustering all the courage I had, I opened her near the fountain. The set went awful: I stumbled over my words during my opener, and my mind blanked on the stacking, causing me to grill her with boring hairdresser questions. Her eyes opened wide and she interjected “where are you from?” - she was a yes girl. This set was decided before it even started. ...