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Going through a dry-spell right now so I'm going to rehash a lay I had back in August. In Paris for the Olympics, so obviously I needed to see what French girls were made of. I had a maybe 2-4 hour block where I was free from family and even that was somewhat forced, but I figured I should just go to a park and make something materialize.
3 botched approaches that I don't remember that well, and I was overall feeling kind of low-momentum.
I see this quiet looking girl in a stylish fit that is just sitting down, and immediately open and say that I like her style and ask her what she was doing at the park. She's got one of those french accents that you see in the movies... score. She hooks easily and brings out this depressing ass book and starts talking about how she'd love to be a writer but she's not very good. Since I write pretty intensively, (you couldn't tell from reading the above) I demonstrate some value and move her to a different spot to catch more sunlight.
We write each other poems and she tells me some french words before I move her to a bench and put my arm around her. I ask her if she knows somewhere quiet, and she says no. I take her out of the park to one of those wide ass paris streets and just make out with her. Then I ask her where her place is, but she says she isn't alone.
What follows is pretty amazing, considering I was talking to her on autopilot for something like 15 minutes while we roamed around and I tried to find somewhere quiet to escalate.
This really led to a mindset shift for me, because I realized there's no way she didn't know what I was doing, but she just completely followed my lead as we kind of talked about nothing.
Anyway, I accidentally drove us closer and closer to the olympic proceedings until we got to the gate that blocks out the peons without tickets, maybe one of the busiest streets in Paris at the time. For some reason though, on this very same street there was an alcove that was an open gate leading to apartments branching right off the main streets maybe 100 feet long. Although there seemed to be a lot of apartments, almost nobody was coming in and out, I guess because a lot of natives left due to the olympics. I take her farther back and we have sex almost in full view of the street, without anyone bothering us for something like an hour.
3 botched approaches that I don't remember that well, and I was overall feeling kind of low-momentum.
I see this quiet looking girl in a stylish fit that is just sitting down, and immediately open and say that I like her style and ask her what she was doing at the park. She's got one of those french accents that you see in the movies... score. She hooks easily and brings out this depressing ass book and starts talking about how she'd love to be a writer but she's not very good. Since I write pretty intensively, (you couldn't tell from reading the above) I demonstrate some value and move her to a different spot to catch more sunlight.
We write each other poems and she tells me some french words before I move her to a bench and put my arm around her. I ask her if she knows somewhere quiet, and she says no. I take her out of the park to one of those wide ass paris streets and just make out with her. Then I ask her where her place is, but she says she isn't alone.
What follows is pretty amazing, considering I was talking to her on autopilot for something like 15 minutes while we roamed around and I tried to find somewhere quiet to escalate.
This really led to a mindset shift for me, because I realized there's no way she didn't know what I was doing, but she just completely followed my lead as we kind of talked about nothing.
Anyway, I accidentally drove us closer and closer to the olympic proceedings until we got to the gate that blocks out the peons without tickets, maybe one of the busiest streets in Paris at the time. For some reason though, on this very same street there was an alcove that was an open gate leading to apartments branching right off the main streets maybe 100 feet long. Although there seemed to be a lot of apartments, almost nobody was coming in and out, I guess because a lot of natives left due to the olympics. I take her farther back and we have sex almost in full view of the street, without anyone bothering us for something like an hour.
