It’s same-day-lay time, my favourite time of the week! I’m out in Zagreb with the usual cunts and a couple of students. It’s been a funny week. For some reason we’ve been at each other’s throats non stop with brutal amogging and state-leeching. It’s out of character for a group of guys who are usually such a finely-honed team. I’m guessing Jimbo has invested too much of his dreams in it and Robusto is still on a comedown from his big Central American jaunt. Whatever it is, it’s not been pretty.

Yesterday I binned the lot of them and went solo, desperately trying to recover my vibe. We’ve been really fucked over by logistics too – pretty much every girl we talked to was a day or two away from adjourning to the seaside foe weeks. Crushing. Under a normal (London) state of affairs I’d have been laid four times already but things just vanished… like Keyser Shose.

So, on to today. We make a real mental effort to cut the negativity and boost each other’s state. I leave the lunchtime restaurant buzzing. And I mean buzzing. I feel indestructable. I could fuck the Queen I’m so high on vibe. If you gave my vibe to Mehow even he would get laid. I’m walking down the street shooting six-guns from my fingers, hopping up and down, singing to myself. I do a couple of sets. Nothing solid but good reactions and a solid number. I’m doing high quality work so I just need to find an available girl who is into me. Not long before I get to the train station the girl appears. Eighteen, Czech, slim, a bit punky, and cracking tits. I’m not letting this vibe go to waste so I pounce.

It’s a solid ten minutes. I know she fancies me. Suddenly all the SDL planets align. She’s just arrived in Zagreb an hour ago, her mum doesn’t know she’s here, she just wants a look around for a day… she’s got nothing better to do. Her eyelids bat, she giggles at some jokes and suddenly she’s on an idate with me. I text Jimbo to keep the apartment clear and find the F-town tags.

I feel the vibe, spider-sense tingling. It’s hard to put my finger on the details but she’s kinda chill, putting up no obstacles, and when I throw out a couple of feelers (“Sorry, I was just looking at your breasts”…. “I like your ass. Let me have another look”) she takes them without blocking. She orders tequila and lets herself get a little drunk. This is clearly a girl who wants me to fuck her so I ramp it up a little with the “what’s the craziest thing you ever did” for which mine is Robusto’s Havana story, with me in the leading role.

When I go inside to pay the bill I tell her “this is your chance to escape. if you are still here when I come back I shall assume you like me.” On the way to the second bar I tell her she is in danger of being kissed at some point this afternoon, and when she asks what type of victim she will be I reply “sexual”. These are green lights. Next bar I kiss her and she’s massively into it so from this point its just a case of managing the forebrain/LMR and leading her to my flat. We get a taxi and I babble forebrain distraction bullshit just to be on the safe side.

Back in the flat it’s quickly sexual but she gets the wobbles, saying she’s on the rag. I ask if she’s done anal and that freaks her a little. So I have to sit her down and appease the hamster for ten minutes until her hindbrain overules it and she’s back on me. Cock in mouth, then ass, and it’s done. +1, new flag, and most important of all F-town

I dump 2 weeks of unused cum over her face and tits. Poor girl. I put her at a mid-seven.