Turkish Delight

A couple of weeks ago i met this bird called Darya who in my slightly ball bagged state i originally thought was Swedish but its turns out she lives in Sweden and is actually Turkish lol. Anyways about 10 days ago we arranged to meet and went to a bar called Revolution and basically had a wicked time together. When i get the ladies into a heads up confrontation i can usually use all my psychological powers and we just clicked tbh, i didn't really have to force the action. We had quite abit in common although i had trouble explaining to her what implied odds were, how to make a squeeze play on the fishays deep in a tourn and what a check schummie all in on the semi bloof was with middle pair and a gootling! It was abit too much inforamtion tbh and so I didn't even bother getting into details about when the fish hit miracle runner runner rear fucking entry floosh's on ya when you flop top set. After Rev's we had a few more drinks in Kandy Klub, abit of a kiss and a cuddle (awww) and left it at that. I didn't see her for about another week or so because she was busy and i was getting balled in geordie land (bit more on that later) but we did arrange to meet for a second time....

On the second date she really wanted to play pool for some reason because apparently she used to be pretty good lol. She was staying in Watford for 3 months and had seen and been to all the clubs and bars and wanted to go somewhere different i think. So, being the romantic old deeevil i am i took her to Rileys to shoot some poolage. She was fucking shit!!! Why are birds sooo crap at virtually everything they do!! Her first question bless her was.... how do you hold a cue? I reckon even my housemate Scotch could have beaten her and he is fucking poop when it comes to playing pool. One thing that is tough when you play birds at pool is getting that kinda balance where you wanna look good and show her your pool skills etc but you don't wanna come across as an arrogant tosser and just thrash them! Also, you can't just blatantly miss balls and let them win, that's no good either and you have to look interested even though it can get fucking tedious when they can't even hit the fooking cue ball let alone the cue ball onto the object ball. I felt like a fucking teacher again and i was trying to teach her where to strike the balls and the angles etc. I made a few jokes sort of accidentally about how you need to lightly kiss the balls in certain spots which brought a cheekay little smile to both her face and mine. All i could think about whilst she was continually missing every shot was how i wished she was kissing my balls. We didn't get pissed this time as i was driving and again we had abit of a kiss and a cuddle (awwwww) and i took her home. Next time we met up was this Saturday just after i made that stupid drunken prop bet challenge (dickhead Jones) and i needed a drink so I took her out into Rickmansworth just for something different and we had the perfect night...

We went to a place called the Urban Vine where they had a live band playing and it was wicked. Im not usually into my live bands but these lot were pretty good and belted out loadsa top tunes. Darya's abit of a rock chick type of a bird and i love all that shit aswell and we just had a blast. After Urban Vine we had one in Staples bar and then went to Baraka in Watford where it was $25 fucking quid for entry and two vodka coke's, disgusting!!! We spent most of the time chewing each other faces off in Baraka, she's a wicked kisser. I hate it when birds either dont open their fucking mouth's fully or she just bite your head off, Darya was perfect. I had the raging horn all night and it felt like my 12 inches was gonna explode any minute.

She ended up staying the night at my gaff, finally a rump for Amatay!!! I ain't gonna go into details like i kinda have in some of my previous posts about past rumps so put your wank socks away you dirrrtay bastards. I thought she was gonna be really shy tbh but she had some good moves on her lol, another mis-read from Amatay. I really like her, she is beautiful imo, we get on great and it seems we have alot in common. She is back in Stockholm now and its unlikely i'll ever see her again, im abit gutted :-( I guess it would have been alot worse had i met her 3 months ago when she first came over to England. Oh well, we exchanged msn addy's etc, maybe i'll paths will cross again some time in the future who knows.

Quick little bit about Newcastle. I went there last weekend for two nights with 6 mates for a piss up and to celebrate Bill's 25th b'day. I can't be bovved to get into details and there's some stuff that happened there that i can't blog about but we had a wicked time, very funny. I was really surprised by Newcastle, i thought it was gonna be a dump but it looked really nice and modern. We stayed in a a travel lodge in Quayside by the Tyne. We basically got balled non-stop and had a right crack. Places i remember include Trebles, Baha, Sea errrr Fever. Oh, one thing that was shit is that we missed our train because we are all a load of cocks and had to fork out another 70 odd quid for another ticket, knobs! No one got any rumps out there (gay) but my mate Darren pulled a few milfs lol. He's a crazy bastard, he don't care. He pulls absolute stunner's and by stunners i mean immaculate looking birds but he's also rumped some birds that probably resemble summat like Kathay Liebert early in the morning after a heavy night out on the lash. Right, that's enough of writing this bullshit, i got some $33 SnGay's to play, laters.