Charming Budapest Encounters: The Girl, The Date, and The Kiss

I was hanging out solo in Budapest while Robert was getting into a tough situation with a big, burly Hungarian guy. As I was crossing the street, I noticed a young, petite girl with long hair passing by.

I executed a maneuver that even a Soviet MiG would envy, stopping her in her tracks. It went well as her eyes widened when I complimented her cuteness.

From there, it was just about 10 minutes of banter and teasing (a rare instance where I kept my energy level to a minimum), and I managed to get her number.

Texting her turned out to be a challenge because she later mentioned that she hates texting. Requesting a date was tough as well; I even deleted her number after asking her twice, but she didn’t offer an alternative.

She seemed to like my persistence in asking and then disappearing, seeing it as a trait of confidence rather than thirst. I took a week off for a holiday, and during that time, we exchanged a few messages and cute selfies. I knew it was time to close the deal.

Back in town, I organized a date, and we went to the first venue, sitting next to each other to escalate things quickly, as she had an early morning. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, and I even placed my hand on her leg.

We moved on to the second venue, engaged in conversation, and she escalated things further. I knew it was time to make a move. On our way back, I shared a story about getting drunk at a party and waking up on a train in the south of Italy.

Back at my place, we had a bit of wine, and when I went in for a kiss, she enthusiastically responded, with no last-minute resistance—just a lot of fun.

Afterward, she told me that she had decided to have sex with me at the second venue when I maintained eye contact and remained silent. She wasn’t sure if we would end up at my place, but I consistently showed that I knew what I was doing and made her feel at ease, enjoying the adventure.

For me, it was a fairly standard date, with no major issues to overcome. I’d like to give a shout-out to the waitress at the second venue, who recognized me from the night before with another girl and greeted me with, ‘Hello, handsome man.

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