Today1 it finally hit me, I have to really break up with my Italian Gym Rat. I broke up with her on 30 November, which is a bit more than 4 months now. Haven’t had contact with her ever since. Not once have I slipped or gave her any signal of my life, besides several changes in my profile picture on WhatsApp. Because neither one of us is on social media, it’s as if my life paused for her on that day. ...
The Belarusian blondie who game to visit me in Warsaw paid me a visit in Amsterdam. I initially called her the next day after she left Warsaw to tell her I’m “breaking up”. Concretely, telling her that I’m not after anything serious and don’t want to “fuck with her mind”. She reciprocated by stating “she always understood it this way”1. … but then I got horny one night and suggested she paid a visit to the Van Gogh museum. Naturally, we never went to that museum. We literally only fucked for two days in my apartment. I remember us briefly going out twice for a walk: once at lunch to get a sandwich, and once in the evening to get spacecake. ...
This is the second weekend I’ve done daygame in Amsterdam. Previous Saturday I did one set and weaseled about 4. Today I’ve done one set as well and weaseled only one. All in all I have to say that it’s much less setty than Eastern Europe. I have walked for over an hour today with my eyes wide open without spotting a single set I liked. To be fair, we’re still in the middle of winter with today’s weather hovering around freezing despite the sunny weather. ...