Update on the hotel sitch.
I know you're all on the edge of your seat.
Turns out hotels in the Scottish countryside are not good places to meet foxy chicks looking to get fucked.
They are, in actual fact, full of old people and couples with young families.
Did meet some chicks in the bar, but they were here with bfs, who I also met, good fun though, everyone was cool. Did meet some nice hotel staff ladies, but they are so run off their feet at work they don't have time for anything. Hotels are so understaffed here atm, and this is a good hotel.
I felt I was getting somewhere with cute quad bike instructor, went straight in to start talking to her on her own when she turned up to meet our group. I just can't help myself these days, it's become second nature that I'll start to try to chat them up. Obviously need to improve skills hugely. During the session I was involved in a rather painful accident, when I came off the bike fell down a small hilly bit and had 600 lbs of quad bike land on my chest and ankle. Nothing broken, luckily it was the tyres that landed on me not any metal bits. But I'm still making jokes and asking her stuff about herself now I've got her attention for a bit, even though I'm in agony. Going to hurt bad for a few days I think. Stood and talked to her for a good bit after the session, still in lots of pain, but asking her all the 'so what are you all about?' questions and doing lots of eye contact, and she brings me through to a room in the back, staff area, no one else there, to show me some parrots and we chat some more.
I really need to know how to sexualise stuff. I have no clue.
But, wanting to chat up cute girls is now so ingrained in me, that even when I've had a quad bike land on top of me and I'm in an awful lot of pain, I'm instinctively going, well here's a good chance to talk to this cute girl for a bit.
This hotel is dead. It's nice but I seem to be the only person who wants to party. I'm actually sitting in the bar on my own and think I'm going to call it a night.
I'll be glad to get back to the city tbh where I've got better things to do with my time than talk to the bar staff and write a holiday update to you guys.
Anyway, peace out dudes. Day game in the city is definitely the way forwards, but cute quad bike instructors with tight asses could be my new type.