Italian flew in from Rome for the weekend. We did some sightseeing, enjoyed good food and conversation, and had great sex. It’s rare for me to feel re-charged after spending ~36 hrs with someone, but such is the case. It still feels surreal our entire relationship spawned from a daygame cold approach three weeks ago. Just goes to show the power of game.
While she was in Italy, she initiated a one hour long call and we exchanged a handful of texts. We established early on when she would be coming to Warsaw again. After that, sometimes she initiated texting, sometimes I did. I didn't let more than four days go by without initiating.
In general, I avoided too much back and forth, often ending with statements which didn't warrant a response, especially if I felt it was getting too conversational. She's intellectually inclined, an academic at heart, so her texts were frequently of that nature. I deliberately avoided falling into that frame and kept my texts more lighthearted. Also, even though she'd given me a blowjob and I'd fingered her, I did not get overtly sexual over text except asking her to pack a red-white skirt to match the Polish flag.
We met in the morning. She started off by revealing that she'd given me a fake name last time because she was unsure about me. I wasn't thrilled. I asked her what else she's lied to me about. She said nothing. She had an agenda for the day but it was obvious from her lack of conviction that she wanted me to take the lead.
I took her to a few spots around the city. Warsaw is very walkable and the weather was perfect. We kissed within 20 minutes of meeting. She was conservatively dressed–no makeup, no heels, and a skirt which ended past her knees. But her tight top highlighted her large breasts and that was enough for me and the men who walked past.
We decided to visit the Warsaw Uprising museum. While we were waiting in line, she rested her chin on my shoulder. When it was our turn, she insisted on buying the tickets but her card didn't work, so I paid.
Normally I'd lose myself in a museum like this but with her around, I couldn't really focus. She often stood in the same spot for minutes, fixated on whatever she was reading. I'd tease her. I'd draw her attention to something I noticed. I'd quiz her or educate her about something. Mostly, I let her be. I noticed I got IOIs from several other women in the museum.
At some point we lost each other. I texted her that I'm waiting outside. When she came out, I took her to a courtyard nearby. It was a serene romantic setting with lots of colorful flowers, the sun shined bright. We were alone. But I told her not to kiss me here because there are cameras. She laughed and wanted to disobey but I playfully resisted.
It was lunch time and she wanted Polish cuisine. Eager to get her clothes off in the privacy of my apartment, I suggested we get takeaway. She agreed. We chased down a bus because I couldn't bear walking any more. At the restaurant, her card worked, so she paid.
We entered my apartment food in tow. I put rice in the cooker and we chilled on my couch while it cooked. She pulled out a book from her bag and handed it to me. It was titled, In Pursuit of Pleasure, by Epicurus. A gift. I was pleasantly surprised because we'd never talked about Greek philosophy before. She said she had a feeling I'd like it. I flipped through it and we read parts of it together.
I find Polish cuisine too bland for the Indian palette, but my dish was pretty good. We didn't want to eat too much because we both knew what would happen next. We bumped across multiple walls and fell on the couch. She'd clearly put thought into her bra and panties. She offered no LMR although she insisted I wear a condom. I hadn't slept with anyone in the three weeks since her blowjob so I was pretty eager.
We stayed in bed the rest of the day. She left for a couple hours to bring her things from the hotel, so she could spend the night comfortably. Meanwhile, I took a nap. She returned with her things and a bottle of dishwashing liquid (she noticed I was almost out of it when she washed the dishes) which I found unbelievably attractive.
I couldn't wait to go again. I wanted to focus more on her this time, so we went slower. This is when I learned a lot about her sexual history and preferences. A few things surprised me:
- She's never enjoyed sex with a man, even in previous relationships. She wants to explore why.
- She gets far more wet and horny when she masturbates to her fantasies. She can cum in seconds and repeatedly from masturbation.
- I'm the first man she's allowed to lick her pussy.
Since I'm in the phase of my journey where I want to cultivate deeper relationships with women (although not necessarily be monogamous with them), I want to put in the effort to learn how to get them off consistently. It's one area of my game which I've historically not paid much attention to, since I usually didn't see a girl after the first one or two times. I saw the Italian's openness and trust in me as a rare and precious learning opportunity and also a challenge. Could I be the first guy she actually enjoys sex with?
My tongue was pretty sore by dawn. Strands of her hair were all over the bed sheet. She made an offhand comment about how I'll need to clean it thoroughly before I bring the next girl in. I didn't respond but took it as a reassuring sign. While I was following her lead on how to lick her and finger her, I was having doubts on whether my behavior would compromise my value and masculine frame. I recalled the episode in The Sopranos where Uncle Junior lost respect and was ridiculed (by women, too) for licking pussy. Her comment and behavior the following day erased any doubt.
Next morning, we woke up to the sunrise, fucked long and hard, and made plans for the day while cuddling under the sheets.
As usual, I set the agenda and she fell into it. I told her I'll take her to breakfast, then I'll show her the Vistula River which she hadn't seen, and then I need to come back around noon and take care of some work. My implication was that I couldn't afford to spend all of Sunday with her and she understood. "I'm curious to see where you'll take me for breakfast," she said in a girly voice.
We showered together, she washed her hair and put on a pretty velvet dress. I put on the same pair of faded loose-fitting jeans and black shirt. I was even tempted to wear flip flops because I was feeling so casual haha. But she raised an eyebrow, so I put on sneakers. I forgot she was Italian.
I paid for breakfast. The food didn't disappoint, and the outdoor seating felt romantic and had an airy feel. It was the first time I took a girl there and it won't be the last. Then we took the metro to the Vistula River.
We crossed the bridge and sat down by the riverbank. I found it cute that she didn't want to spoil her dress by sitting directly on the ground. She took out a mini blanket from her bag and sat on that instead. We talked about our childhoods, our parents, and other personal stuff. It was very peaceful on the riverbank, the ducks diving for fish being the only source of entertainment. It was a good way to balance out the testosterone.
Between walking to breakfast, riverbank, and then back to my apartment, I couldn't help notice her initiating the hand-holding more than me. I didn't mind. I was enjoying her company just the same and liked her attention on me. Reflecting later with Zak, I remembered Tom Torero's podcast episode on affection addiction and re-listened to it.
When we got back to my apartment, I reminded her I had to work. She got more clingy than usual, testing my resolve. Her flight was still a few hours away. I brought her hand down to my crotch and credited her for making it very difficult for me to leave her. But I eventually walked her out around noon as planned. I really did have work to finish. Business never sleeps, even on Sundays. I've realized it's important to have multiple sources of pleasure so I don't get too dependent on women.
As we parted, she asked, "So which weekend are you free next?"