Hello, gentlemen.
I have so many reports to write for the entire last year, but I will choose to give you my last night's date with a total 10.
The Approach:
Before yesterday, I went to the centre of my city for some day game. The streets around Christmas and New Year are packed with beautiful women.
As I was walking, I come face to face with a natuarally beautiful brunette with wild grenn eyes. She was with her mother.
Me: <<shoulder to shoulder>> Good Afternoon
Her: Good Afternoon
Me: <<turning to her mother>> Is this your daughter, madame?
Mother: Yes, it is!
Me: Well, congradulations for your very beautiful daughter
Her: (target) <<turning to me>> Oh thank you! My name is Sofia!
Me: Sam
Me: How come your Greek has a foreign accent, Sofia?
Her: I am half Italian, half Greek
Me: What a coincidence... I am half-half too
Her: What halves exactly?
Me: Half Arab, half Greek
Her: Oh, what a beautiful combination!
Me: So, for how long will you be in town?
Her: Two days. We depart on 1st of January
Me: Will you find some time to get a drink with me?
Her: Yes, tomorrow. I only have my Italian number, so write my facebook.
Me: Ok, here, find yourself in facebook <<handing out my phone>>
Her: Text me right to the inbox, so as not to get lost with unanswered friend requests (Nice! She already distinguished me from the hordes of her inefficient suitors)
Me: Will do, see you
Her: Bye!
The Date:
The texting to the date was very straightforward.
Me: Sofia, shall I come and pick you up from your hotel?
Her: Yes
Me: Will you be ready in 30 minutes?
Her: Yes
I arrive to the hotel. She is already at the reception. Stunning. Radiant. Immaculate.
Short strapless dress up to her thighs, naked legs despite the 0 degrees Celsius, her chest in my face, uncovered back, high classy heels and a fur on top.
She later told me that she is a public face in Italy. A model and a TV presenter.
I drive us to a relatively less noisy lounge bar.
She tries to sit opposite of me.
I signal her with my hand and tap the couch next to me.
She follows and comes to next to me, but she sits on the very edge of the couch away from me.
Her body language was very reserved during the entire date.
Her intellect very high.
The discussions we had were very philosophical.
She was talking 90% of the time. She invested a lot. She told me more or less everything about her wants/dreams/aspirations. She was deep diving on her own with minimal effort on my part.
This was an excruciating exercise of active listening on my part.
All I did was lay back, penetrate her with eyes, and listening.
At a point she said if it was ok for us to leave, as she was driving this morning.
I said sure.
As we went to the car, she asked me where I was living.
I said not far from here and that we should get to my place for a glass of wine next to my fireplace (no sexual innuendo intended! haha)
She said "no, this is not why I asked"
I said "I would invite you anyway"
She said "no, it is only our first night, I don't go to men's houses like that, I don't know you"
I said "This is why I am inviting you. To know me better"
She said "Thank you, but I am tired"
Next to the bar there was the beach so I just drove for 3 minutes and went there.
I switch off the engine and say "let's just enjoy the view then"
She said "I would rather go home"
Me: "Sure?"
Her: Yes, I am tired, sorry.
Me: Home it is then
We arrive at her hotel.
She doesn't open the door to leave.
She stays.
I make a move to kiss her.
She turns the cheeck, laughing flattered that I tried.
I tell her "Have you seen the Old Walls of the city?"
Her: "Yes"
Me: "But not with me"
Her:<<lauging>> I am afraid of you. You men just want what you want. I know that most men try to get something out of me. They think they become cooler if they do.
Me:<<jokingly>> You hurt my feelings. I thought I was pesronally dangerous. Instead, you are just telling me we all are
I go for the kiss for the second time as I caress her hair. She again lightly resisted.
I was totally cool. I laid back and said:
"Ciao, Sofia"
She lingered and then:
"Ciao, Sam"
I leave and now....as I am writing these lines I get a message from her:
"I was thinking about you during my entire trip"
I am open to your comments. What happened here. Could I have pushed more for sex? What was right and was wrong?
I have so many reports to write for the entire last year, but I will choose to give you my last night's date with a total 10.
The Approach:
Before yesterday, I went to the centre of my city for some day game. The streets around Christmas and New Year are packed with beautiful women.
As I was walking, I come face to face with a natuarally beautiful brunette with wild grenn eyes. She was with her mother.
Me: <<shoulder to shoulder>> Good Afternoon
Her: Good Afternoon
Me: <<turning to her mother>> Is this your daughter, madame?
Mother: Yes, it is!
Me: Well, congradulations for your very beautiful daughter
Her: (target) <<turning to me>> Oh thank you! My name is Sofia!
Me: Sam
Me: How come your Greek has a foreign accent, Sofia?
Her: I am half Italian, half Greek
Me: What a coincidence... I am half-half too
Her: What halves exactly?
Me: Half Arab, half Greek
Her: Oh, what a beautiful combination!
Me: So, for how long will you be in town?
Her: Two days. We depart on 1st of January
Me: Will you find some time to get a drink with me?
Her: Yes, tomorrow. I only have my Italian number, so write my facebook.
Me: Ok, here, find yourself in facebook <<handing out my phone>>
Her: Text me right to the inbox, so as not to get lost with unanswered friend requests (Nice! She already distinguished me from the hordes of her inefficient suitors)
Me: Will do, see you
Her: Bye!
The Date:
The texting to the date was very straightforward.
Me: Sofia, shall I come and pick you up from your hotel?
Her: Yes
Me: Will you be ready in 30 minutes?
Her: Yes
I arrive to the hotel. She is already at the reception. Stunning. Radiant. Immaculate.
Short strapless dress up to her thighs, naked legs despite the 0 degrees Celsius, her chest in my face, uncovered back, high classy heels and a fur on top.
She later told me that she is a public face in Italy. A model and a TV presenter.
I drive us to a relatively less noisy lounge bar.
She tries to sit opposite of me.
I signal her with my hand and tap the couch next to me.
She follows and comes to next to me, but she sits on the very edge of the couch away from me.
Her body language was very reserved during the entire date.
Her intellect very high.
The discussions we had were very philosophical.
She was talking 90% of the time. She invested a lot. She told me more or less everything about her wants/dreams/aspirations. She was deep diving on her own with minimal effort on my part.
This was an excruciating exercise of active listening on my part.
All I did was lay back, penetrate her with eyes, and listening.
At a point she said if it was ok for us to leave, as she was driving this morning.
I said sure.
As we went to the car, she asked me where I was living.
I said not far from here and that we should get to my place for a glass of wine next to my fireplace (no sexual innuendo intended! haha)
She said "no, this is not why I asked"
I said "I would invite you anyway"
She said "no, it is only our first night, I don't go to men's houses like that, I don't know you"
I said "This is why I am inviting you. To know me better"
She said "Thank you, but I am tired"
Next to the bar there was the beach so I just drove for 3 minutes and went there.
I switch off the engine and say "let's just enjoy the view then"
She said "I would rather go home"
Me: "Sure?"
Her: Yes, I am tired, sorry.
Me: Home it is then
We arrive at her hotel.
She doesn't open the door to leave.
She stays.
I make a move to kiss her.
She turns the cheeck, laughing flattered that I tried.
I tell her "Have you seen the Old Walls of the city?"
Her: "Yes"
Me: "But not with me"
Her:<<lauging>> I am afraid of you. You men just want what you want. I know that most men try to get something out of me. They think they become cooler if they do.
Me:<<jokingly>> You hurt my feelings. I thought I was pesronally dangerous. Instead, you are just telling me we all are
I go for the kiss for the second time as I caress her hair. She again lightly resisted.
I was totally cool. I laid back and said:
"Ciao, Sofia"
She lingered and then:
"Ciao, Sam"
I leave and now....as I am writing these lines I get a message from her:
"I was thinking about you during my entire trip"
I am open to your comments. What happened here. Could I have pushed more for sex? What was right and was wrong?
