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I was visiting Berlin for work before Christmas. On Sunday, I met up with my Italian Gym Rat, whom I had been fucking throughout the week. On Sunday, I was scheduled to take the night train back to Antwerp, Belgium. I met up with her at Berlin Hauptbahnhof for, what should shave been, a short drink. Sitting in a hotel bar outside of the train station, we were talking about her plans on her day off tomorrow. She had to return to work on Tuesday 10 a.m. I joked about how she should just go to Antwerp with me. She liked the idea so much that she started to browse ticket prices on her phone1 - there were no more available. ...

After working in Vienna for a week, I was scheduled to take a night train to Berlin on Friday the 13th. Boarding the train, I notice that I have the whole cabin to myself. The lights in my cabin were very dim, though. Train cabins consist of a small central table, and six beds stacked along the walls in pairs of three. Before I enter the cabin, I hear a woman with a thick Russian accent: “Excoose meh, can you halp mee store zis luggage, pliez?” She had all the hallmarks of a typical Slavic woman: puffed up lips, massive fake tits, round face, Russian eyes. “Of course, no problem”, I answered in Russian. ...

I just came back from my second daygame session in Lyon. In total I did 4 approaches in a bit less than two hours. The first set I opened in English, but then switched to French. The three following sets I only spoke French. Overall, I’m very satisfied with my results: three discussions from 3-7 minutes each and only one brush off (because she had just dialled her mom on the phone). Daygaming in French, which is not my foreign language, feels like I’m learning it all over again. Stacking and vibing is a lot harder: not only have I come up with things to say, I also have to come up with the actual grammar and vocabulary on how to say it… ...

I was relaxing on Bar Gambero’s in Rome after a long daygame session. As I was switching off with a cigarette and beer in hand, I saw a petite dark-haired girl walk by. She had a blue, netted blouse and a cute black dress. She was clearly a tourist. On the metro back to my place Opening her, I confirmed that she was a tourist on her way to buy a souvenir for her mom. The set went really well: I was in an aggressively horny mood, and was basically eye-fucking her on the street. This girl has no doubt about my intentions1. I took her number, verbally agreed to date her tonight, and returned to my beer. ...

I was reaching the end of a productive daygame session in Rome. Resting on the Spanish Steps, halfway through my cigarette, I spot an elegant brunette traverse the square. Even from a far away, I could see she was beautiful Italian local. She walked fast, determined to get somewhere. I leapt up, ran down the stairs, and jumped over a pair of Chinese tourists to pursue the set, pushing the last bits of smoke out of my lungs. Right as she was about to enter what turned out to be her office, I intercept her by jumping directly in front - grinning ear-to-ear. My vibe was off the charts, I REALLY wanted this girl and it showed. She beamed. During the run-up the carbon-monoxide severely constrained the absorption of oxygen into my blood, making me gasp for air. ...