I opened this sleazy looking redhead in the train station mall. One of my better sets of the trip. She immediately let me stand close and made strong eye contact. There was strong banter from the get-go. It wasn’t sexual, which in hindsight was a mistake. We mostly talked bullshit and pretty much the whole set stayed in attraction. Nevertheless, I found out she’s a teacher and was in the mall to buy gifts for her friend that ran the marathon a few days earlier.
We exchanged numbers and about one hour later started texting. Immediately, she started off with a sexual undertone that I picked up on. The verbal escalation was immediate and off-the-charts: we covertly discussed sex, fingering, “hard balls and wood” (billiards). This girl was sexual as fuck - or so it seemed. The sexual texting continued for two days.
On the day of the date, the sexual texting heated up to ridiculous proportions: her joking about “eating my ass” and the “rusty trombone”. Squalid.
I eventually got her out on a date on her day off. I was sitting in the bar across my street when she said she’d pass by if I was willing to smoke for five minutes longer outside. I agreed and she soon appeared before me. This girl was properly weird. A real ratbag. She stood really close and maintained strong, flirty eye contact. I went in for the kiss within three minutes of meeting her and she reciprocated strongly. This girl was properly horny.
As she doesn’t drink, I figured the best play would be to bullshit her inside my flat. It took several attempts where she would stand, sit, and loiter at various parts: before the door, on the wooden stairs, on each floor.. Eventually, she entered my flat and took off her shoes. She sat at my kitchen table as we kissed more and I stroke her arms. Eventually, I pushed her on to my bed and she straddled me - kissing furiously. I was grinding my crotch on her as she moaned in my ear.
Unfortunately, she mentioned that “she finished her tea” and had to go. I had no choice but to let her go and control my temper. We parted ways in a good way, but I was still dismayed. Again, I felt that the girls in Riga were tooling me for my attention. I ignored the two texts she sent me: one a question about the meaning of “no refunds” and the other a view-once photo of her legs with a text about “her being super wet now that’s she’s home”.
I was properly frustrated, so I decided to ignore her, thinking the best play was to punish her by vacuuming. Nevertheless, I intend to pick up the threat today by pinging her a non-sexual image of my upcoming trip to Jūrmala with my Russian bird.
I’m quite certain I can bang this redhead if I play it better than the Turkish girl. At this point in my Player Journey I find it hard to distinguish between girls who are keen and girls who (I think) are tooling me for attention.