Well... I went at local street/love parade, she was a tourist, an artist, on her last day here, traveling alone, we had a few drinks... Damn I don't even know why I'm writing this, it should be such a foregone conclusion
.
Yes it was so fun and natural and carefree, it just was a great day.
MEET UP
I met her, asked if she was on her own, talked and walked a couple hundred meters behind one of the huge sound system cart.
I want to get her a beer and get more in either a party or 1-1 situation, but she's been walking for 2 hours in that direction already and knows there's no shop.
And she says something "well, it was good meeting you, I should go to... (somewhere) ".
I think a few seconds, I've just been here for 10 minutes, maybe there are some options more down to have fun than this one.
But then fuck it, she seems cool, she's been following me enough, I don't give a fuck about the parade.... So I decide to rather (try to) stick with this one. So I tell her that we turn around and find a shop for her beer and cigarettes.
We go back, buy her and myself a beer and then we go sit.
THE CONVERSATION
We talk for maybe an hour or so just sitting on an half-desert staircase.
I get to know she had more than 10 boyfriends in a rather conservative country -her mom believes she's a virgin, though I think her mom is much smarter than that
- and she was in a lesbian relationship.
I think almost smiling to myself "me be damned: if I don't pull this off I'm an idiot, if I do, well, no glory, it was just the most obvious conclusion
".
On the other hand her fist time was relatively late for a girl, 20YO if I remember correctly, but up until 25 she never enjoyed sex and faked all the times (and now she's 27).
I tell her how refreshing it is to hear Asians being honest about their racism and her being honest about it (she's not racist BUT she deeply hates Chinese and would never merry.. blah blah blah, the usual Asian stuff).
I really do love that, and I laugh hard when she says she would like to marry someone... For the passport to get out of her country
. And again tell her I love her being so honest.
She sometimes holds back in what she's saying or comments she doesn't know why she's opening so much, and I use the occasion to underline "you can be totally honest with me, I'm just a guy you met on the street and I'm so unjudgemental", this way it underlines she can be honest and let herself go and that, well, she won't see me again anyway, so just enjoy till the end
.
THE SECOND MOVE
We move down to a huge sprawling left-wing expansion with lots of left-wing "weird" clubs and bars and some art gallery which all look a bit like a squat.
This city loves places like this and it attracts lots of artists and hipsters.
I use the word "faggot" here and there to describe the city and the crowd and she really dislikes that, but I think she's faking.
By now we're connected good and really open to each other.
We both comment how good it was that we met.
KISS
Even though this website recommends not to kiss before back home, by now we're spending a lot of time together and are so well connected, it would feel strange in my opinion not to do anything even though it's not yet escalation location.
At a certain point I stop, pull her in and quickly kiss her on the mouth, then keep walking.
We sit down again, this time super close and keep talking.
I have my arm around her waist and kiss her a few times more.
Funny enough, she tells a story of her sleeping with her boss and then adds "I'm a bitch, now you know".
I think I should tell her she's not a bitch just because she slept with a few guys, but then again, an admission of bitchiness is almost like giving in and admitting we're gonna sleep together, so fuck it, I take that rather than proving myself as the "non judgy type" by telling her there's nothing bitchy about it
.
THIRD BAR
Maybe it could already be pull time, but I'm really having a great time, so I wanna keep going and have one more beer.
There's also a light drizzle, and it makes it all very romantic.
We move a third time, she goes to the toilet I get two beers.
We again sit very close, I kiss her a few times more and I perceive some signs of "jumpiness" (don't remember what it was, maybe that she had to get up early).
PULL
So I say "we finish the beer and we go".
We hold hands, but not as BF/GF, more in a "can't wait to be alone way", with pangs of strengths as I was running her hand on my leg/thigh -though she resisted putting it on my penis. Well there were other people sitting around-.
I clearly say "my place", and mention a movie. This is probably the only moment I'm sliightly worried about the interaction derailing, but only slightly. Also by now it would seem incongruent to say "we're going somewhere more private" and playing "hide the obvious".
She weakly says no, but it's pretty much clear it's a weak front.
Then weed comes up and I do have that one, so I also add that there's the best weed in town in my place
.
We move and I hold her hand.
On the way towards the taxi she says the reason she said can't come is that she's on her period.
I stop, tell her that's so hot, kiss her and move on.
HOME
Well not much really, she actually said before coming in "just for a movie", guess plausible dependability sometimes run till the very end, but as soon as we walked in it was just steamy passionate kissing and bed right away.
Yes it was so fun and natural and carefree, it just was a great day.
MEET UP
I met her, asked if she was on her own, talked and walked a couple hundred meters behind one of the huge sound system cart.
I want to get her a beer and get more in either a party or 1-1 situation, but she's been walking for 2 hours in that direction already and knows there's no shop.
And she says something "well, it was good meeting you, I should go to... (somewhere) ".
I think a few seconds, I've just been here for 10 minutes, maybe there are some options more down to have fun than this one.
But then fuck it, she seems cool, she's been following me enough, I don't give a fuck about the parade.... So I decide to rather (try to) stick with this one. So I tell her that we turn around and find a shop for her beer and cigarettes.
We go back, buy her and myself a beer and then we go sit.
THE CONVERSATION
We talk for maybe an hour or so just sitting on an half-desert staircase.
I get to know she had more than 10 boyfriends in a rather conservative country -her mom believes she's a virgin, though I think her mom is much smarter than that
I think almost smiling to myself "me be damned: if I don't pull this off I'm an idiot, if I do, well, no glory, it was just the most obvious conclusion
On the other hand her fist time was relatively late for a girl, 20YO if I remember correctly, but up until 25 she never enjoyed sex and faked all the times (and now she's 27).
I tell her how refreshing it is to hear Asians being honest about their racism and her being honest about it (she's not racist BUT she deeply hates Chinese and would never merry.. blah blah blah, the usual Asian stuff).
I really do love that, and I laugh hard when she says she would like to marry someone... For the passport to get out of her country
She sometimes holds back in what she's saying or comments she doesn't know why she's opening so much, and I use the occasion to underline "you can be totally honest with me, I'm just a guy you met on the street and I'm so unjudgemental", this way it underlines she can be honest and let herself go and that, well, she won't see me again anyway, so just enjoy till the end
THE SECOND MOVE
We move down to a huge sprawling left-wing expansion with lots of left-wing "weird" clubs and bars and some art gallery which all look a bit like a squat.
This city loves places like this and it attracts lots of artists and hipsters.
I use the word "faggot" here and there to describe the city and the crowd and she really dislikes that, but I think she's faking.
By now we're connected good and really open to each other.
We both comment how good it was that we met.
KISS
Even though this website recommends not to kiss before back home, by now we're spending a lot of time together and are so well connected, it would feel strange in my opinion not to do anything even though it's not yet escalation location.
At a certain point I stop, pull her in and quickly kiss her on the mouth, then keep walking.
We sit down again, this time super close and keep talking.
I have my arm around her waist and kiss her a few times more.
Funny enough, she tells a story of her sleeping with her boss and then adds "I'm a bitch, now you know".
I think I should tell her she's not a bitch just because she slept with a few guys, but then again, an admission of bitchiness is almost like giving in and admitting we're gonna sleep together, so fuck it, I take that rather than proving myself as the "non judgy type" by telling her there's nothing bitchy about it
THIRD BAR
Maybe it could already be pull time, but I'm really having a great time, so I wanna keep going and have one more beer.
There's also a light drizzle, and it makes it all very romantic.
We move a third time, she goes to the toilet I get two beers.
We again sit very close, I kiss her a few times more and I perceive some signs of "jumpiness" (don't remember what it was, maybe that she had to get up early).
PULL
So I say "we finish the beer and we go".
We hold hands, but not as BF/GF, more in a "can't wait to be alone way", with pangs of strengths as I was running her hand on my leg/thigh -though she resisted putting it on my penis. Well there were other people sitting around-.
I clearly say "my place", and mention a movie. This is probably the only moment I'm sliightly worried about the interaction derailing, but only slightly. Also by now it would seem incongruent to say "we're going somewhere more private" and playing "hide the obvious".
She weakly says no, but it's pretty much clear it's a weak front.
Then weed comes up and I do have that one, so I also add that there's the best weed in town in my place
We move and I hold her hand.
On the way towards the taxi she says the reason she said can't come is that she's on her period.
I stop, tell her that's so hot, kiss her and move on.
HOME
Well not much really, she actually said before coming in "just for a movie", guess plausible dependability sometimes run till the very end, but as soon as we walked in it was just steamy passionate kissing and bed right away.