tag: Antwerp

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. ...

On Saturday I was hanging out in the center of Antwerp with my mates. This city is my home town in Belgium. Definitely not a place where I do daygame. It was 3 p.m. as I was leaving the city and driving to my parents’ house in the countryside. The weather was unusually warm and sunny for October. As I was driving, I recall the streets being packed. The urge to do at least a couple of sets overcame me. After all, my last session was more than two weeks ago in Berlin. I U-turned the car and hit the center by myself, carefully ignoring any texts from mates to hit up some bars the afternoon. ...