Day 1 (28/10/2016)

I was walking with my roommate, both eager to find out which adventures that cold night had for us. We bumped in a group od Polish aquaintaces, all coming back from a birthday party, and started talking a bit. E. was there: a ripe young blonde, sparking with energy and vitality, so cute with her big hipster glasses. I ignored her at first, and caught the group attention with a quick story about the party of the day before, then she made a comment out of the blue about a book, actually from my favorite Polish author - good, I like girls with unusual tastes. I made another comment about it, and then left with my roommate. Before leaving, I added that we should definitely do a party all together sometimes, and she gave me her number without even asking for it.

Day 2 (6/11/2016)
We meet for a beer, in a brand new and yet seedy pub near main street, where the glimps and the lights of the nightlife fade away, giving room to the trembling neon insignas of underground casinos and gentlemen’s clubs. Following the advice of Arch Stanton - thank you, relly, I mean it - I went alone, and it was marvelous. With a bit of storytelling and language skills I became the center of attention of all her friends (mixed 5set) in under 5 minutes, then I started moving the whole group from one location to the other. We hit 4 pubs in a night, and then went back home, drunk and happy.

I managed to get her into my apartment, when her phone rang: I could perceive the fear and anxiety of her friend at the phone, worried about E’s disappearance. She wanted to go back to her friends, and I didn’t stop her; she closed the door behind her after a brief gentle kiss.

Day 3 (9/11/2016)
From where I was I could see the smoke start to arise from the tables, blue haze among the neon lights. I walked over, moving passed the bouncers; I know the club by heart.

I found E. among her friends (all female 5set) and I threw a classic opener just to warm them up, the Mystery’s Girls Fight. For those who don’t know it:


Oh God…did you see those two girls fighting outside? Right outside the club... two blondes, young ones, they were totally going at it; one was pulling the others' hair, and the other one drew blood with her nails. And they seemed to be fighting over this short guy; he was standing near them just totally laughing!


Now that her friends had something to talk about, I took her for a drink. I manage to get a few free drinks two nights before, and she was kinda impressed by it. We chatted making fun of the desperate guys and girls around the club, standing like wallfowers with a forced smile and a hungry look around the club. After a couple of shots more we re-united with her friends, and I played the same game as the time before moving the whole group from pub to pub. Also this time I managed totake her to my apartment.

It was around 1, maybe 2am, while she confessed, almost trembling I my bed. She felt drawn to me, but at the same time she was scared shitless because she couldn’t explain how it could happened all that fast. I thought about LMR and how to overcome it, so I agreed with her and even voiced it myself, yes, we're moving too fast. I moved a bit back with more comfort-kissing, then again arousal, but still she opposed resistance. This second time, a voice in the back of my head told me to stop, and don't push her too much. I went back to comfort-kissing, and we both fell asleep.

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Day 4 (18/11/2016)
Good people drink good beer: we met again in the afternoon for a pint in the same seedy pub our of first meeting, but this time we were alone. While chatting I started a subtle kino escalation, then, while holding arm in arm in a booth, I slowly lowered my voice and briefly smelled her hair - God, you smell so fucking good…I have to stop talking to you now.

She laughed and re-initiated the chat, just as Mystery told in his seminars – a big thanks to internet for that.

I looked at her, and than dropped a slightly adjusted Travel Bag Routine, that goes more or less like that:


Oh my fucking god, I'm so glad that I came out that first day, when we met here. It's crazy, but if you think about it, if we gonna relive that day again, I wouldn't be here. The statistical probabilities of me going out...I mean, my friends dragged me out, I was so not gonna go, but I had to help W. with that Polish girl he met - you know, my friend are loyal to me and I want to be there when they need help. This is a whole series of events took place...the fact that I went out, you went out, and I met you, and I'm…happy that I went out. If I wouldn't come out, I wouldn't have met a great person such as you. I went home and I was happy to have met you, and that's so twisted. You know...I've been so cynical lately: there are some many people on the planet, and so many of them are so boring, and similar one to the other - like an endless sea of ash - and someone like you comes up and you're like a fucking diamond.

You know, this is the weirdest thing, but...I have a fetish. Not some of those fetishes, no sexual fetishes - everyone has something - but by the way I have this weird thing.

Let's see... imagine we are six months in, we're at some point we're doing some shopping, while walking along in the middle of the conversation we will naturally find ourselves on automatic pilot from time to time. We end up going where we're always just go and and for you it would be like...I don't know, Victoria’s Secret. I will be waiting outside "babe, come along, uhm...".

That's strange but my automatic pilot you think would bring me, you know, because I'm a guy, to look at computer stores and gearhead places; but of all places I always find myself in…travel bag and luggage stores! I don't know why, just some ethereal quality about travel bags that draws me, captivates me. I have all the travel bags I need, luggage bags, but there's something more about it…I love looking at them, because I was think to myself somehow - maybe this is what it is - a travel bag is a good opportunity to have adventure.

You just organize, you’re ready to go and off you go! Yeah, and it's the weirdest thing but I don't know why it happened, there's a reason I bring this up: is the last like 10 minutes talking to you I look at you and - I mean you're just you're actually beautiful girl but the truth is it's a lot of beautiful people in here and...I had beautiful girls in my life before and I'll not sugarcoat it - but there’s something about you that…I'm just so fucking drawn to you. It's ridiculous, but I can't help but look back to you. So I guess what I'm really trying to say is…

you are like a travel bag!

Isn't it weird?


While talking I could literally see her expression changing, her pupils widening, her breathing accelerating while her heartbeat was rising. She stared at me for a couple of seconds, then she looked away, blushing, smiling. We kept talking for a while, but somehow everything in her behavior changed.

I left her and went back home: I had to set up the apartment for the upcoming party: me, my roommate, a couple of guys more and at least 22 girls. Strange memories on this nervous night in our apartment. Too much drinking, too many people, too many weird things happened.

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