In my last post I mentioned that I had went to Prague to relax and see an old flame. Well, said flame extinguished herself on my arrival. Before I got there she was texting me frequently and couldn’t wait to see me. We were supposed to meet the evening I arrived and spend the weekend together. As I got into Prague on Friday night I got a message saying that she had to work late and wasn’t sure what time she’d finish – that’s girl speak for “I’ve made other plans and I don’t want to feel like a bitch”. I told her not to worry. I pinged her the next morning and she ghosted – that’s girl speak for “stop texting me”. So I had two options; 1. I could sit around, learn a language and find my purpose in life or 2. I could go out and do what I do…
It was around 1pm on Saturday afternoon and I was just finishing up in that quaint little café where I wrote my previous post. I still hadn’t heard from the Russian, she was definitely flaking. Fuck it, I’ll go out for a walk and see what’s what. I dropped my laptop at the flat and hit the streets. If I saw a girl I liked, I’d open. I wasn’t SDL hunting but that would be my only avenue to get laid and I knew the odds of doing so were extremely low (1 in 267.84 for me).
I meandered down the main strip scanning for easy targets. There was a festive feel in the air, families and couples were everywhere, it was a pleasant vibe but it wasn’t good for daygame. After around half an hour I finally spotted a solo girl of sufficient quality. I got in front and delivered “I HHHHOPE YOU SPEAK ENGLISH” with all of the enthusiasm I could muster. She smiled without breaking stride and said “No, I’m sorry, I don’t” in perfect English. Good start.
I carried on walking then I saw a tall good looking dude walking towards me, he was a male 9 (no homo) but I noticed that he was staring to the left, my right and started off in that direction. I looked right and spotted what he was staring at. It was a hot girl. I followed him following her for a few minutes. Was he a daygamer? Was he going to open her??
This girl was a tallish brunette with black high heels, a black furry coat and a sexy walk – she looked horny. She was walking fast then she would break stride every so often to look in a shop window. Her assailant was matching her stop start stride and I was almost willing him on to open. Do it, Dooo it. I let him have 3 or 4 opportunities to open then I’d had enough. I ran around him, got in front of her and laid on the patter – I could see the other guy scuttle off in a huff out of the corner of my eye.
Sofija was from Slovakia and was relatively new to Prague, she’d moved there for a job in an embassy. She was very chatty and did most of the talking for me. I tried to idate her but she told me that she had some shopping to finish. She was disappointed to hear that I was leaving the next day. I proposed we meet for a glass of wine in the evening and she seemed very keen and even spoke about which places we could go to. I took her number.
I carried on for another hour without seeing much, the wind was starting to pick up and it was spitting rain. I decided I’d head back to the flat and watch the football before getting some food and hopefully meeting up with Sofija.
On my way back I spotted another hot solo girl, this one looked Persian. I opened and to my surprise she turned out to be Khazak, she didn’t look Asian at all. Anna was a finance student and was on her way to meet some friends for dinner before going to a concert that night. I took her number and told her to text me if she had some energy after the concert. She was very responsive over text (and still is) but I didn’t see her that night.
I lay on my bed in my boxer shorts whilst illegally streaming the football and eating some almonds, not quite bottom world. Sofija had read my feeler text and not responded. I watched Untied batter Fulham, freshened up and took myself out for some food. It was around 7pm when I finished eating so I decided to have one more roll of the dice.
There were lots of Christmas market stalls in Wenceslas square and I quite fancied a nice warm cup of mulled wine, but I didn’t want to stand there drinking on my own. Then out of the corner of my eye I spotted a tiny little thing walking very slowly through the markets. She was around 5’2” including her heels and was wearing tight dark denim jeans, a big furry jumper and a puffy eskimo style jacket. She looked Asian – but hot, easily a 7. I wandered over to her…
Excuuuuuse me, I saw you floating through the market and thought you looked very cute, you’re like a little eskimo with this big jacket. – Instant eye spazz.
Haha well thank you
Oh, you have an American accent? I was expecting a Russian one
Sorry to disappoint you, why would I have a Russian accent?
Well, you have the look of a Khazak girl
Noooo, I’m from Singapore
Ah, I’ve never been there but I have a friend from there. Apparently it’s just one big shopping mall and all the girls are crazy. Is this true?
Hahaha – no, well yes, kinda
I was in. Harriet was on a long holiday, she’d travelled to 4 other countries before this one and Prague was her last stop. It was her first ever trip to Europe and she was travelling alone. I asked her plans for the evening. “No plans, I’m just exploring the city”. I told her I fancied a glass of mulled wine at the market and she enthusiastically agreed to join.
We exchanged travel stories and Harriet told me that she loved adventure and being spontaneous. By the end of the drink Harriet was complaining that she was really cold so this was the perfect opportunity to bounce her to a little underground cocktail bar called Parlour, which coincidentally was right beside my apartment. It was almost the perfect seduction venue, very dark and quiet and she was impressed, but there were no couches so we had to sit opposite each other. We both had a cocktail and by the end of it I could see she was getting tipsy. It was now around 8:30 and I hadn’t escalated enough to invite her back to the flat. We went for a walk and she was struggling for balance, I asked her if she could handle another drink and she said “of course!” I didn’t believe her, her tiny frame and Asian heritage were not a good combination for drinking.
We completed our trip around block and Harriet was oblivious to the fact that we’d just walked in a circle. I took her into another bar called blah blah and we sat on stools at the bar. I ramped up the escalation, peppering her arms, legs and stomach with my hands as I spun my web around her. Harriet told me that she was only just out of her one and only relationship of 6 years, she was 23. I asked how recent and she said it was 6 months ago. Soon after this I leant in for the first kiss attempt and she turned her head in the opposite direction. I finished my beer and Harriet had barely touched her drink so I did the honours and polished that off too. I suggested another walk and we arrived at my front door. She refused to come up – “I think I should go home, I’m sleepy”.
I walked her back to the metro, she bought a ticket and I went to hug her goodye;
It was nice meeting you, text me when you get home
You’re not coming back with me?
Oh, you can’t make it back alone?
Just come, please.
Oooooooo K, if you insist.
I got a ticket and we got on the metro. At this point I still didn’t think the SDL was on, I hadn’t kissed her and I figured she just wanted me to walk her to her front door, which I would have done, I’m a nice guy, really.
We hardly said a word to each other on the way back as Harriet tried her hardest to stay awake. It wasn’t looking good. We got to her front door and Harriet asked me to wait outside whilst she tidied up. IT’S ON!
It was still a tip when I got inside – clothes and make-up scattered all over the place and she hadn’t even made her bed. I shudder to think what it must have looked like before she “tidied”.
Harriet downed a bottle of water and she seemed to snap out of her drowsy state. I lay on the bed beside her and played some music on my phone. The lighting in the room was almost florescent and there was no dimmer switch or lamps. I told her my apartment was way better than hers and that we should have went there.
I pulled her in for the kiss and this time there was no resistance. Soon her hand wandered to my dick and she rubbed it over the top of my jeans. I undid my fly and she started wanking me off vigorously. I went to finger her and she pushed me off and whispered in my ear “do you have a condom?”. Luckily I had put one in my wallet earlier that day. “Yes I do”.
Harriet excused herself to go to bathroom and I could hear the shower running. Good girl. I stripped down to my boxers expecting her to come out naked but when she emerged she was fully clothed. “Take off your clothes young lady!” I barked but she giggled and refused. I pulled her onto the bed and quickly went about removing all her clothes and we fucked. I blew my load pretty quickly and she fell asleep about 3 seconds later. I got dressed, picked up wallet and keys from the table and let myself out.
On my way home I treated myself to a KFC zinger burger and as I went to open up back at my flat I found two sets of keys in my pocket. FUCK. I’d lifted my keys AND hers. I would have to see her again to give them back. Luckily I’d added her on Instagram earlier in the date. I met her the next day and we had a romantic afternoon at the sex museum before I got my Uber out to the airport.
So despite my best efforts to have a weekend off from daygame and try to spend time with a girl I’d already banged I ended up with a same day lay and a new flag. What other choice did I have?