tag: Amsterdam

I just got back from an idate with a real whore. Looking back, the tell tale signs were there. Expensive designer glasses, tight top with “Juicy” writing, short black shorts, and soulless eyes. She hooked easily but, to my later surprise, seemed quite nervous in the beginning. The set was definitely more sexual than my previous two sets, but it wasn’t filthy. I complimented her on her hips-to-waist ratio. She would have been really hot, but unfortunately she was 35. Although still in great shape, time1 took a toll on her skin and eye area, giving her a weathered look. ...

I was in a foul, anxious mood. Stressed out from the end of the work week. But the weather was nice. I ditched my colleagues after our corporate get-away and headed for the center to see if I can crank out some sets. The first set was a standing Dutch girl who was waiting for her friend. He arrived and looked like a total chode. “Is he your friend or boyfriend?” I asked. “No, but I have a boyfriend,” she answered. And that was that. ...

Yesterday, I was invited by an old friend and his girlfriend to play Monopoly at their house. The friend is well above-average looking and his girlfriend is a professional model. Objectively beautiful and very striking. The other couple consists of an older, rather ugly, back girl and a reasonably good looking chody white guy. I was stressed out from my job but observed some interesting social dynamics: When my friend was losing, his the girls were celebrating his defeat. As he came back, his girl became ever more resentful. After a while she got visibly agitated and started making snarky remarks, and eventually direct insults to him and anyone she interacted with. He kept his cool but was visibly under pressure. The chody guy was completely in his girlfriend’s frame and therefore didn’t participate in the frame battle.

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. ...