Beirut, Lebanon: June 26 - July 19, 2013
08-18-2013, 07:01 PM
Sorry for the late reply, guys.
For the record, I am a white American.
The food was really good but I've always enjoyed Mediterranean cuisine. But going to the source will really open your eyes as you will be more exposed to different variations and stuff that may not normally be found in Lebanese/Middle Eastern establishments elsewhere.
Anyway, on to the girls:
#1 Serbian: Chalk that up to luck. She was staying in the same apartment as I and we went out for drinks the first night I was there. The other guy in the apartment was a nebbish academic sort who generally was a buzzkill. After the second night of going to Gemmayze, I just pulled her into her room and started kissing her. Easy peasy.
Granted, she was early 20s and in full on party mode so not much effort was required on my part.
#2 French: Student at Unviersite Saint-Joseph. Actually the roommate of the Syrian girl haha. Emboldened by how easy it was to approach women here compared to home (I don't live in a city with a large international community), I came out guns blazing when the Frenchie and Syrian invited me to go salsa dancing with them (we went to Che in Gemmayze but I hear it's becoming passe). I met them at Cafe Em Nazih the night before and we had exchanged numbers.
I have no idea how to salsa (or dance in general), but smiled a lot, kept up light touching, and was truly having a good time and I think that showed. I also made it a point to dance with the older ladies in the room and the instructor's wife. Syrian and Frenchie were eating it up.
I invited them back to my apartment (the Serbian had left), the Syrian girl went to sleep and I invited Frenchie onto the balcony for some wine. The balcony has just enough of a view of the mountains to the east and the sea to make it pleasant. Before going out, I had rearranged the balcony furniture to ensure there was no table between us and our chairs were at right angles to each other. Initiated contact with my leg touching hers, met no resistance, moved to the forearm and hand. After getting up to "refill the wine glasses" I just pulled her up and close to me. Began making out, pulled her to my room, blammo. Just as with the Serbian chick, zero LMR. I'm lucky in that these girls were ready to go from the beginning.
#3 Lebanese: the girl who owned the apartment I was renting. This took 3 sorta-dates. We met the first day I arrived in order for her to show me around, give me the keys, etc. I thought she was quite cute but a little more artsy than I usually go for. Perhaps this contributed to her willingness to shag a foreigner. In all honesty, this may be her game (hooking up with travelers that rent her apartment). Who cares.
Anyway, she contacted me on whatsapp saying she was going to be at a pub. I didn't reply as she had mentioned it was one of her regular hangouts and I knew there was a high probability of her being there. My plan was to have her see me having a good time with other girls and pull the "oh hey, you're here too" card.
Went to the bar an hour earlier than she had said she would be there, got my buzz on, started talking to anyone and everyone. Quickly made friends with a group of younger students from the US and UK studying at AUB. They seemed to be intrigued by the older American guy traveling not due to school, just for the hell of it.
I made sure to befriend the guys first to feel out who was with who and that I wasn't a threat. We quickly bonded over football and talking about useless university degrees. Anyway I had the the guys and girls laughing and we were all having a great time when sure enough, Lebanese girl walks in and sees us having fun. I invited her to our table and two girls from the UK did a great job of talking me up (the chicks from the US just scowled the whole time). Nothing happened that night.
Next day she shows up at the apartment to "check on the washing machine" (it wasn't broken, was brand new). I suggested that she join me for a beer on the balcony. We had a beer during which I employed the same strategy as with the French girl. However, this one resisted the make out. I tried twice, then laughed it off, saying I probably shouldn't get with her as if I made her mad she would break the washing machine and I needed that. She playfully hit me on the arm and said, "I'm just not that simple." Maybe she meant easy? There was still the barrier of idioms between languages. Whatever. She left, but smiling.
A few days later (these people party nearly every night) she texted that she was leaving her bar early but if I would like to come over to see some of her art projects at her place she would be up for a while. You bet I would. Went over, drank a few beers, she smoked a J while explaining her art. I was lightly touching her the whole time and as we were standing over a few pieces she would move closer to me until our hips were touching. I let the tension build for a minute or two and then just went caveman and grabbed her head, pulling her toward me. Same as before, zero LMR.
I will detail the Syrian later as she took the most work.
Once again, sorry for the late reply and any typos. Hope this helps.
"Okay (and I'm laughing now, because this is so funny), so we're A) not supposed to give you flowers, B) pay you compliments, or C) look at you. Anything else? Because I'm struggling to figure out the reason why after hearing that, I'm feeling like I'd rather get fucked in the ass by a Cape Buffalo than ever have to sit through dinner with you. Maybe you can figure it out for me. When you do, let me know. I'll be at Natasha's house."