It's been a long time since I last posted on here, so I thought I should probably update on what I've been up to. Anyway, this LR is going to be like no other I've ever posted as it resulted in a major dilemma for me an put me in a very complicated predicament involving two great girls - read on to find out more...
Last year in July, I signed up to a dating website and created a profile and uploaded some pics of me then left it to see what response it might get. After a week or two, I received a message from a Latvian girl. I replied and we entered into an e-mail conversation. Her profile pictures showed her as being absolute model material - she is simply stunning! However, she seemed really down to earth and took a great interest in my e-mails citing them as interesting and making her smile. If anyone is interested in the conversation, let me know and I'll post it on this topic.
She then went to Cyprus on holiday for 10 days and promised that we would meet when she got back. And we arranged it for Tuesday 17th August 2010. And this is how it went...
I asked her to meet me on Tower Bridge dead centre at 18:30 after I finished work. This was for a small number of reasons - I look best in a suit and was a good way to meet her in a suit without appearing to dress especially for her, it had a sense of romance and was slightly different to normal meeting for the first time on a monumental landmark bridge, and it was a relaxed situation to meet for the first time under. I arrived in good time and parked my car five minutes walk away. She arrived dead on time and when I saw her I was completely taken aback by her beauty. She was a perfect 10. Body, looks, everything! She had a dress above her knees and was taller than me in heels and fantastic smile, teeth, hair, etc. She was a little hot and flustered so I said let's take a minute to take in the view (part of the purpose of meeting on the bridge) and catch her breath without us rushing off to the car. It just gave us both a moment of serenity amongst all the tourists rushing past so she could remember our first moment as being relaxed and calming after the rush to get there. I pointed out "Canary Wharf where I work", and "City Hall where Boris Johnson lives" and "er... that's a boat, a big boat!" She laughed. Then we went to the car.
We clicked immediately, I avoided cliché conversation like "wow, it's weird to finally meet in person after talking on e-mail" or anything boring like that. I just asked her stuff as if we'd known each other from before, which we had, albeit online. She asked for validation immediately, "So, do I look like my pictures?" I said, "Better!" which was a wrong choice of words, but I quickly managed to make a joke of it and said, "'Better' is not the best phrase to use, how about 'your pictures don't do you justice.'" She liked that. I felt like asking the same, but that, again, would be cliché and boring, but I intended to ask later. It is often good to ask reciprocal questions but delayed rather than immediately. It makes the overall conversation throughout the night much more three-dimensional rather than linear.
She asked what I had planned for our first date, so I told her, "It's going to be a cold and dark night." This may sound scary, but we'd already established rapport over e-mail and first few minutes of meeting, and I knew that she liked spontaneity, and that she trusted me already, so I knew it wouldn't sound so weird.
What I meant by cold and dark was the venues I had planned. I took her to the 'ABSOLUT ICEBAR' near Regent Street (a bar made of ice!) followed by 'Dans le Noir ?' in Clerkenwell, a restaurant where you dine in pitch black and are served by blind waiters. Very novel ideas each in their own right, but both in one night is an exceptionally interesting and fun first date!
We had some great conversation in the car and one of the first things I asked her was about her 7-year-long relationship (information I saw on her profile) and what that was all about as I assumed she was or had been married. She said she would tell me later - it was a bit of a leading question to be honest because it allowed me to preempt some of the stories I intended to tell her later by saying that "it looks like we both have some deep dark secrets to tell each other."
We arrived at the ice bar and had half an hour to kill, so we went to The Living Room for a quick drink. This is where we could actually sit down and have some relaxed conversation for the first time over a drink. I said, "So... tell me about your marriage" even though I didn't know for certain she was married, but it was a good guess. She laughed at my bold assumption calling me cheeky and proceeded to tell me all about it. She'd been separated for over a year but was still married. Cue my marriage story as per here. In a nutshell, I told her how I had also been married (now divorced) and it was a whirlwind romance to a girl I'd only known for seven weeks, and we got married at the Bellagio in Las Vegas on Valentine's Day 2006.
Now, this is where it got freaky. She started laughing hysterically! I asked why she was laughing. It turned out that she also got married on Valentine's Day 2006!!! She got married late afternoon in Latvia, I got married early morning in Las Vegas, so in terms of time difference, we got married at around exactly the same time too! I said as far as having things in common goes, this takes the absolute biscuit! It was a fantastic ice breaker and a genuine one too! Lesson learned here - always try to find something in common that is way beyond the norm, so taking an active interest in the girl's background can pay dividends in more than one way.
We then went to the ice bar and I chatted to the couple in front of us in the queue to establish some social proof and then we went in the ice bar and just had fun. The shot glasses were even made of ice! I made a joke about stealing them and taking them home, which she found funny because it was such as silly idea. Then I used the situation to create some kino. I asked her if she knew how Eskimos say hello. She nodded and smiled and I rubbed noses with her.
After the ice bar, we were both a little tipsy, so I left the car where it was and hailed a taxi to take us to the dark dining restaurant. She loved the idea! The initial part of the meal was very weird as we couldn't even see what we were eating nevermind each other! So the first 10 minutes of conversation was just getting used to the whole surrealness of the situation and I even "flirted" with a woman nearby who sounded quite old (pensionable age) and I said (as it was pitch black) jokingly, "You must be 21" and she laughed and replied, "Oh, yes, I'm 21 dear." HBLatvian found this funny and sociable DHV. Then, after the euphoria of the situation was over, we started chatting normally and she asked me what other dark secrets I had. I'd mentioned earlier how a number of major events in my life had changed me as a person substantially, and for the better. So, I proceeded to tell her about my car accident where I hit a pedestrian and killed him in 2005, and I talked about the whole experience in detail and how it affected me emotionally. This showed my serious and emotional side while at the same time demonstrating my ability to deal with trauma and strength of character.
Dark dining is also a great place to makes moves where you might otherwise feel inhibited. If it were a normal light restaurant, I may well have been in awe and almost intimidated by her beauty. So, it was easy to grab her hand halfway through the meal and then I leaned over the table at an opportune moment and asked her to move her head to above the middle of the table too. It was obvious to her what I was doing but she went along with it. Then I kissed her. I later found out that this was a brilliant move because previous guys she had met had all asked permission to kiss her which she found weak. Just getting on with it and doing it at a natural point in time showed strength and confidence.
After the dark dining restaurant, I took her to the casino on Leicester Square for some cocktails. Empire Casino has a great SPAM and is always a great place to round off any night in pleasant surroundings and lots going on, and they serve great cocktails and the bar staff are really friendly. We were enjoying each other's company now a lot, and we were both a little drunk and getting tired, and so I said there was no way I was allowing her to get the bus or taxi home on her own, and offered to drive her home. (Yes, everyone, I know this is stupid and immoral in some ways, but please leave it for a separate topic.)
I drove to her place and parked outside and we kissed and canoodled in the car. And I slowly made effort to push the boundaries. I bit her neck, felt her tits, then sucked them and moved my hand up her skirt but without getting too close to the amber nectar. You should never go in too early as her ASD will immediately come up and it will be game over. Just entice and tease. We were there for an hour and I engaged her sensually as much as I could to give her less and less reason to go in her flat alone. After 15 minutes, I turned the engine off. After 45 minutes, I turned the headlights off. It all subconsciously indicated to her that I was staying. Finally, she said to me, "You're going to ask me if you can stay over, aren't you?" Major IOI!! In other words, she wants me to ask! So, I did, of course. She asked me to wait five minutes while she went to her room to tidy up then she came out to get me. I knew sex was definitely on the cards now without a shadow of a doubt.
I went up to her room and she lay on the bed and I got on top of her and we kissed for a while. Then, she said "get comfortable." It was her way of saying get undressed and let's go to bed! I got completely naked and we got very intimate very quickly. She got horny, and after a few minutes, I went to remove her shorts. All of a sudden, there was some LMR. No surprise there, but easily suppressable. I backed off a little and realised I needed to play with her pussy first before trying to remove her shorts. I pressed my hard cock against the outside of her shorts and moved my fingers in, and I was in! Foot was in the door as it were, and shorts and knickers came off pretty soon after! She grabbed a condom and I proceeded to fuck her. I felt like I was in heaven! Her body is amazing, fantastic tits, great pussy, beautiful face, etc.
And that was that. I got up in the morning and went straight to work. I had to nip home at lunchtime to change my shirt because I work in the same office as my LTR and the last thing I'd want her to see is me wearing the same shirt as the day before!
Second date was two days later - Thursday. I took her to Canary Wharf (where I work) and introduced her to a nightlife she wasn't familiar with - lots of suits out drinking! Familiar territory to me, new and different to her. She was impressed. Afterwards, took her home to her place and decided not to push going in with her. We kissed and cuddled in the car for a while then I walked her to her door and said 'goodnight'. This indicates that I am not just interested in sex, but something more serious, which I am! And it shows I have respect for her and am a gentleman towards her, especially as I had to drive all the way from east London to west London just to take her home.
Next date - Saturday. I took her to aqua neuva near Regent Street. Very nice restaurant with a fantastic vibe and great rooftop terrace. We'd also planned for her to stay over at my place for the first time. So, I spent the day assembling a new super king size bed that I'd bought months earlier but never got round to assembling it. This was the perfect incentive! I rushed to Argos in the afternoon to buy some super king size bedding (surprisingly hard to find in stock anywhere!) and got my bedroom looking all nice with a huge leather bed, 13.5 tog duvet and zebra print duvet cover. Impressive to most girls by any standards!
The conversation at the second and third dates consisted of more anecdotal life-changing stories, namely when I got seriously injured in a fight in a night club (2007) and had to have facial reconstructive surgery involving a metal plate in my face, and also the time when I pulled a replica gun out on someone in a road rage incident and ended up in prison on remand for a week (2000). On the face of it, these are not great stories to tell a girl, especially not so soon, so it's important to tell such stories in the right way, and that's how they affected you as a person and changed your outlook on life for the better. Also, stunning girls don't simply want Mr. Nice Guy, they want a nice guy who is a bit of a bad boy but with a good heart. And these stories are perfect for that. She actually said she thinks she likes me above all other guys she's met recently because they were all too nice and I am a bit of a bad boy.
She stayed at my place the following Saturday night in my big new bed and we fucked without a condom. I told her straight after this that I trust her. She asked why and I said because we had just had sex without any barriers between us and to me that is a big thing and it means I trust her and that any connection we had before, we now have a bond ten times as great. This affirmed a solid sense of trust and bond with her and she seemed to be in agreement.
Sunday morning I took her to work with my luggage in my car, dropped her off then went straight to my LTR's place to pick her up and drove to Paris! Yes, seriously - I'd just spent the night fucking a hot Latvian then I go to Paris for five days with my girlfriend! As far as HBLatvian was concerned, I was going on a "business trip". As far as my girlfriend was concerned, I wanted Saturday night to myself to sort myself out and pack for Paris!
The Paris trip was difficult. We went to Disneyland, Eiffel Tower, Moulin Rouge, Notre Dame, restaurants, etc. It was a really romantic holiday with my girlfriend. But, I could not get HBLatvian out my head. I thought about her constantly and I texted her every time my girlfriend went to the toilet. I even went for a "jog" each night down the River Seine to call her while my girlfriend just thought I was working out! And I had to make up stories to HBLatvian about my day in the office in Paris and how I wished she was here with me looking at Notre Dame Cathedral across the water of the Seine alone. Fortunately, my girlfriend got her period as soon as we got to Paris, so I didn't have to have sex with her - I didn't want to have sex with her!
We returned from Paris late on Thursday night (26th August) and HBLatvian had already been texting me that she misses me and wants to see me no matter how late I get back. I dropped my girlfriend home at about 23:30, went home and had a shower and unpacked quickly, then went straight over to HBLatvian's place arriving about 1am. We were fucking within about 10 minutes of me arriving!
Anyway, that was the first couple of weeks of my relationship with HBLatvian. What followed was a 7-month relationship with her that was very turbulent and the next post will outline one part of this that happened and culminated in me finding out she was pregnant! But I'll leave that for later as this post alone was long enough to read already!
But before that post, here's some pics just to show what I'm talking about here!...
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