SIAM: Adventures In The T.O.
SATURDAY AFTERNOON
I'm out and about on Eaton Centre shopping for hair gel, toothpaste, lotion and alll that cuz customs jacked all of my liquid products at the airport, I forgot they were still doing that, never did have a good experience with Canadian customs, but thats a different story - right, Todd?? lol. So I'm walking around and this redhead that suddenly walks past me catches my eye.... solid 8, slim waist, beautiful face, nice body from the back too - Siam likes. Let's call her "Redhead"
Siam: "Excuse me... I was just on my way to the store, but I just had to stop and talk to you, you are absolutely adorable. My name's Siam, and you are...?
Redhead: I'm "Redhead"....
Then just found out what she was up to, told her what I was up to, teased her, busted on her --- all playful and fun, and without hesitation. I don't remember what I said off the opener or most of the stuff that I said in that approach, just random spontaneous observations.
She teases me back for being American, wonderful. Great vibe going between us, so I take her by the hand and walk around the mall a bit. I could keep working this by taking her to a coffeeshop and then back to my hotel which is only a couple of blocks away, but I've got bootcamp in two hours. We exchange numbers, and I set plans for hanging out Sunday night so that she could be my new Canadian tour guide [ALWAYS make sure she's got your name and # saved in her phone as well so that she'll know to pick up when you call, and fuck e-mail closes, they are for the chodiest of chodes; and as soon as you get the #, don't just run away, game them up just a bit more].
I tell her that I'm surprised from the past 15min of talking to her because she's different than most Toronto girls I meet and I thought she'd be the same.... but she's more down-to-earth and solid, I dig it.
Off to to hang out with my bootcamp stud who's tearing up the streets of Missaussaga....
SUNDAY
I call her around 1pm, she doesn't pick up, I leave a standard voicemail: "hey redhead, this is siam from the eaton centre... just wondering what you are up to... give me a ring at 555-5555, bye". I spend the next 5 hours on bootcamp teaching my student daygame while also shopping for a new wardrobe.
It's soon 6pm.... I tell my boy his final mission and he does some damage for the next 20 minutes while I sit back and watch.... fuck, I want a day2 tonight before I catch my 1am busride back to the states.... I call Redhead again. She picks up, and says she just got my voicemail, and just got out of the shower, and is wearing pajamas.
Some stuff I do remember saying on the phone:
- you know, you've got a sexy phone voice.... if nothing ever works out for you in xyz profession, you'd make for the hottest 1-900 number....
- cool, we'll hang out tonight.... but I just met you at eaton centre, I dunno about you crazy Toronto women... for all I know you might tell me to meet you in some shady dark alley and be some serial murderer/maneater or something... or worse yet, you'll have me go back to your place to "check out your stamp collection", spend the night, and I'll wake up the next morning.... alone..... with no kidneys..
- you know what I'm gonna do to you? i'm gonna pour honey all over you.... and then.... shut you inside of a bee cage
- great, see you at 8 at xyz bar, just be sure to wear something cute, so that we match
Done deal. Bootcamp ended an hour later, I'm proud of my students stellar performance, alls well, but I am tired as fuck - but whatever, gotta close Redhead and then pass out on the busride back. We meet up at some Irish pub that's near her place [always make sure it's somewhere near your place or her place, so its easy to bringem back]. She comes in... she looks better than yesterday... nice.
We get some beers and sit at some corner booth. Rapport while also keeping up the playful sexual banter and kino..... favorite music/bands, places travelled, funny childhood stories, craziest dreams, our passions, deep talk about attraction/connection. I tell her to show me around the neighborhood, we head out, and walk up the street.... apparently on the way back to her place. And this walk is like a fucking kilometer.... whatever, I've got a good buzz from the Guinness and I'm having fun w/ her.
I tease her about random places we walk past.... a video store.... that's where she must rent all of her porno.... a children's clinic.... so thats why she's into younger guys... a church... thats where she goes for 5hr long confessions after all the bad things she does every week.... another video store... but only to rent more porno again and continue her bad habits, I love catholic school girls.
We finally reach her apt, but she's giving me the whole "I've got a lot of work tomorrow morning" and is standing outside her door trying to chode me out. Well fuck that.
I reply, "Exactly. I can't stay that long, you've got work tomorrow morning and I've got a busride to catch in a couple of hours, we'll just hang out for a bit, but I really can't stay long" while taking her hand and walking towards the door. We go up to her apt, go inside, she shows me around, introduces me to her cats. I sit on the sofa, while she uses the bathroom. Shes comes back, sits next to me, we make out, clothes off.... and all the rest, business as usual.
And then I pass out on the busride on my way back to the States, only to get harrassed by the customs again 5 in the morning.... gotta love this job
I'm out and about on Eaton Centre shopping for hair gel, toothpaste, lotion and alll that cuz customs jacked all of my liquid products at the airport, I forgot they were still doing that, never did have a good experience with Canadian customs, but thats a different story - right, Todd?? lol. So I'm walking around and this redhead that suddenly walks past me catches my eye.... solid 8, slim waist, beautiful face, nice body from the back too - Siam likes. Let's call her "Redhead"
Siam: "Excuse me... I was just on my way to the store, but I just had to stop and talk to you, you are absolutely adorable. My name's Siam, and you are...?
Redhead: I'm "Redhead"....
Then just found out what she was up to, told her what I was up to, teased her, busted on her --- all playful and fun, and without hesitation. I don't remember what I said off the opener or most of the stuff that I said in that approach, just random spontaneous observations.
She teases me back for being American, wonderful. Great vibe going between us, so I take her by the hand and walk around the mall a bit. I could keep working this by taking her to a coffeeshop and then back to my hotel which is only a couple of blocks away, but I've got bootcamp in two hours. We exchange numbers, and I set plans for hanging out Sunday night so that she could be my new Canadian tour guide [ALWAYS make sure she's got your name and # saved in her phone as well so that she'll know to pick up when you call, and fuck e-mail closes, they are for the chodiest of chodes; and as soon as you get the #, don't just run away, game them up just a bit more].
I tell her that I'm surprised from the past 15min of talking to her because she's different than most Toronto girls I meet and I thought she'd be the same.... but she's more down-to-earth and solid, I dig it.
Off to to hang out with my bootcamp stud who's tearing up the streets of Missaussaga....
SUNDAY
I call her around 1pm, she doesn't pick up, I leave a standard voicemail: "hey redhead, this is siam from the eaton centre... just wondering what you are up to... give me a ring at 555-5555, bye". I spend the next 5 hours on bootcamp teaching my student daygame while also shopping for a new wardrobe.
It's soon 6pm.... I tell my boy his final mission and he does some damage for the next 20 minutes while I sit back and watch.... fuck, I want a day2 tonight before I catch my 1am busride back to the states.... I call Redhead again. She picks up, and says she just got my voicemail, and just got out of the shower, and is wearing pajamas.
Some stuff I do remember saying on the phone:
- you know, you've got a sexy phone voice.... if nothing ever works out for you in xyz profession, you'd make for the hottest 1-900 number....
- cool, we'll hang out tonight.... but I just met you at eaton centre, I dunno about you crazy Toronto women... for all I know you might tell me to meet you in some shady dark alley and be some serial murderer/maneater or something... or worse yet, you'll have me go back to your place to "check out your stamp collection", spend the night, and I'll wake up the next morning.... alone..... with no kidneys..
- you know what I'm gonna do to you? i'm gonna pour honey all over you.... and then.... shut you inside of a bee cage
- great, see you at 8 at xyz bar, just be sure to wear something cute, so that we match
Done deal. Bootcamp ended an hour later, I'm proud of my students stellar performance, alls well, but I am tired as fuck - but whatever, gotta close Redhead and then pass out on the busride back. We meet up at some Irish pub that's near her place [always make sure it's somewhere near your place or her place, so its easy to bringem back]. She comes in... she looks better than yesterday... nice.
We get some beers and sit at some corner booth. Rapport while also keeping up the playful sexual banter and kino..... favorite music/bands, places travelled, funny childhood stories, craziest dreams, our passions, deep talk about attraction/connection. I tell her to show me around the neighborhood, we head out, and walk up the street.... apparently on the way back to her place. And this walk is like a fucking kilometer.... whatever, I've got a good buzz from the Guinness and I'm having fun w/ her.
I tease her about random places we walk past.... a video store.... that's where she must rent all of her porno.... a children's clinic.... so thats why she's into younger guys... a church... thats where she goes for 5hr long confessions after all the bad things she does every week.... another video store... but only to rent more porno again and continue her bad habits, I love catholic school girls.
We finally reach her apt, but she's giving me the whole "I've got a lot of work tomorrow morning" and is standing outside her door trying to chode me out. Well fuck that.
I reply, "Exactly. I can't stay that long, you've got work tomorrow morning and I've got a busride to catch in a couple of hours, we'll just hang out for a bit, but I really can't stay long" while taking her hand and walking towards the door. We go up to her apt, go inside, she shows me around, introduces me to her cats. I sit on the sofa, while she uses the bathroom. Shes comes back, sits next to me, we make out, clothes off.... and all the rest, business as usual.
And then I pass out on the busride on my way back to the States, only to get harrassed by the customs again 5 in the morning.... gotta love this job
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