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A Night in a Small Czech Town
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A Night in a Small Czech Town

I was walking around by myself in a small Czech town at about midnight. I came across two girls walking together and I asked them if they knew a good place to get a drink. They said I should come with them to where they were going. They brought me to big crowded club with a group of DJs but before going inside the girls introduced me to some nice guys who were hanging out among the crowd in the parking lot outside and we all smoked a joint together and I practiced speaking Czech with them. I had been practicing my Czech by saying the phrase "I am a monkey and I like bananas" which is "jsem opice a mám rád banány" in Czech which is all the Czech I know aside from the word "pivo" which means beer. When we went inside the club and one of the girls grabbed my hand and led me to the bar and insisted on buying me a drink. She was a very nice girl with a pretty face and a fit but slightly squat build. She was 22 years old and a student and a personal trainer at the local gym. I hung out with her for a few hours and chatted and danced a bit until she wanted to leave so I walked her to the bus stop where she kissed me on the cheek and gave me her phone number and got on the bus to go home. I put her in my phone as Teresea Hjdoyrdxgyddfg but I may have spelled her name wrong. After her bus drove away I decided to go back to the club because I didn't feel like going to sleep. As soon I walked in I saw the nice guys I had met earlier in the parking lot and they asked me if I would like to do some speed with them. I said yes and we went back outside to the parking lot where my new friend Jakub chopped up some lines of speed with a credit card on an exterior window sill of the old communist Community Center building that had been converted to a club for the night. There were five of us and we took turns snorting lines through a rolled up 100 krona note. We snorted two lines each. I used my right nostril first but air wasn't passing through it with the force that I needed so I switched to my left nostril which worked better. The powder went smoothly into my nasal passage and I didn't feel the pain in my face that I have felt in past drug experiences. The smoothness of the snorting was a relief because I was expecting some pain but I didn't feel the immediate mental kick that I have felt before from cocaine so I suspected that whatever substance we were snorting wasn't very potent. We chatted about communism and I said "I am a monkey and I like bananas" in Czech a few times and then we went back inside the club. My new friends all went straight to the dance floor and wanted me to follow them but instead I went to the bar and ordered a beer. As I stood at the bar I realized the speed was starting to take effect. I starting feeling very articulate and smart and attractive and the Czech pilsner I was drinking was going down very easily without making me feel full. I walked to the side of the large dance hall and stood with my back against the wall to observe the scene. I saw my new friends dancing in the middle of the dance floor and I saw many pretty Czech girls dancing in a casual and fun way without trying too hard to be sexy and I saw the four DJs making dance beats on the makeshift stage elevated above the crowd. I took a few moments to contemplate both my immediate circumstance and my life as a whole. I then started walking towards the bar with no particular direction or intention when one of my new friends slapped me on the shoulder and suggested that we drink vodka. We took shots of vodka that went down easily and I felt very good. I went with my new friend to the dance floor and casually danced to the loud dance beats for two songs. I then went to the bar at the back of the club and ordered a beer and stood by myself for a few minutes feeling very high on speed. A beautiful but very young looking girl approached me and asked me to join her at the tall bar table she was standing at with another young girl and an older woman. After some conversation in broken English with the assistance of an iPhone translator it was apparent that the older woman was the mother of the young beautiful girl and the other young girl was the beautiful girl's less attractive friend. The young beautiful girl was close to perfect looking. She had long brown hair and brown eyes and nice skin with a few small well placed beauty marks on her face. She was tall and thin and appeared to have a nicely shaped body from what I could see. She wasn't glamorous looking, she was a simple and provincial type of beautiful. But she was young, she looked maybe 19 at the very oldest. Her mother was also young, probably in her mid to late thirties but with a weathered look. The mother had no man in her life, telling me through the iPhone translator that "it just never happened." The conversation with the girls was a struggle, and I couldn't tell if the young beautiful girl was interested in me or if she wanted me to pursue her mother. It seemed to go back and forth between the two, and I couldn't figure it out with the broken and halting sentences we were all using to communicate. But I wanted the young beautiful girl. She was too young for me and perhaps not even 18 years old, and her mother was too old for me and her beauty had faded too far from what it probably once was. The young beautiful girl would drawn me in close and our faces would nearly be touching as we tried to talk, and then she would tell me to talk to her mother. This went back for forth for a while until we all went to the dance floor. The back and forth between the mother and the daughter and myself kept going as we casually danced but any attempt at conversation was nearly impossible to hear over the loud dance beats. I was confused by the situation but I was in love with the young beautiful girl and I also enjoyed seeing the very tender and sweet if a bit odd relationship between the mother and the daughter who had come to a dance club together. We danced among the thinning crowd until the club closed as 6am. Everyone moved outside to the parking lot and I thought about how to deal with the situation. I saw my new friends in the parking lot and went back and forth between chatting with them and the mother and daughter. People started to go home and the young beautiful girl stood on the sidewalk waiting for a cab with her less attractive friend and her mother walked down the street with another group of people, mostly men. I had assumed they were all leaving together and my plan was to get into their cab and go with them and to try to get into the young beautiful girl's bed while accepting the more likely possibility of having to go to the mother's bed if the young beautiful girl would not have me. I was fairly certain I would end up in the bed of a girl in this situation, but then the mother parted ways from the young beautiful girl and her less attractive friend and my plan was destroyed. I had to decide which to pursue, the lower probability young beautiful girl or the higher probability mother. I chose to stay with the young beautiful girl and I watched the mother walk away into the darkness. I waited with the young beautiful girl and her less attractive friend for a taxi to arrive while we made the best attempts at inter-language conversation that my booze soaked and decreasingly speed fueled mind could muster. The taxi arrived and the young beautiful girl got in the front seat and her less attractive friend got in the back seat. I stood outside the open door of car and asked them if I could come with them. They spoke to each other in Czech for about 15 seconds and then the young beautiful girl looked at me and softly said "no" while slowly shaking her head and smiling with a mix of warmth and sadness. I closed the door and the taxi drove away, and I walked home at 7am.
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A Night in a Small Czech Town

Really enjoyed the story, great details and imagery
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#3

A Night in a Small Czech Town

Good post, great story!
Did you get the digits of the young beauty?

Tip: use paragraphs to make your posts easier to read!
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#4

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Paragraphs, not even once.
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#5

A Night in a Small Czech Town

Vac Perm - The young beauty disappeared into the night but I ended up dating/banging the girl Teresea who brought me to the club.
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A Night in a Small Czech Town

I bet OP was under influence of drugs/alcohol when he wrote this! I especially enjoyed reading "young beautiful girl" like ten times! [Image: smile.gif]))
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A Night in a Small Czech Town

^ 100% sober when I wrote it, unless having three espressos at a Prague café counts as getting high.
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A Night in a Small Czech Town

Wall of text mate. Try breaking it into paragraphs.
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A Night in a Small Czech Town

You know very old texts in every language I'm aware of didn't use paragraphs or punctuations. Old Greek texts like the Iliad were just walls of text, all caps, no punctuation.

We are getting back to classics bit by bit
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A Night in a Small Czech Town

Are we talking about Pilsen or something smaller?
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^ smaller
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Karlovy Vary or smaller [Image: smile.gif]

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#13

A Night in a Small Czech Town

^ larger, although Karlovy Vary looks nice
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A Night in a Small Czech Town

Quote: (10-14-2014 02:47 PM)SeanBateman Wrote:  

^ smaller

smaller as in use paragraphs to make the text into smaller more digestible chunks?
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A Night in a Small Czech Town

I kinda like the stream of consciousness narrative flow without the paragraph breaks. Reads more like an abstract dream sequence
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Part 2-

I took Teresea Hjdoyrdxgyddfg on a couple nights later. We went to a pivovar (brewery) that makes nice pilsner and good examples of classic Czech food. I had one beer and she had tea and we shared some sort of cured meat with bread and pickles. We then walked across the town square to the mall to get movie tickets for the last showing of the evening of The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. We were about twenty minutes early so we went to the top of the parking structure that has a nice view so she could point out things in the town. She pointed at some things and we talked and then I kissed her. We talked a bit more and kissed more until it was time for the movie. I rarely laugh out loud in a movie theater but Walter Mitty's bit about Benjamin Button made me have a good audible belly laugh. I thought it was a great movie and Teresea Hjdoyrdxgyddfg thought it was only okay, she liked the first half more than the second half. We cuddled closely in the theater as we watched it because there were those kind of seats where the arm rest moves up and two people can sit closely to each other. After the movie we strolled around the empty town in the cold. She laughed at me because I was shivering even though it was warm for the time of year, though it was cold enough for ice to form on the ground. We tried to hail a taxi and failed so she called one and when it arrived she asked me if I would like to come home with her. She lived with her parents but they were "at the mountain" so she was staying in the house alone except for the cat. When we got to the house she made tea and I had a glass of water and we kissed and talked in the kitchen. We then went to her bedroom which is the same room she has lived in since she was a little girl and we had enthusiastic unprotected sex with the lights on and her on top using her sturdy and well proportioned if a bit thick gym trained body to be mostly in control. She seemed to genuinely enjoy it in a way that suggested either she liked me or she hadn't been with a man in a while. She was naked and I was wearing my socks and my watch. A minute or two after we finished and we were laying there together she said "I like this time" referring I believe to what some people call afterglow. We slept soundly for a long time, and when we awoke in the late morning we had the kind of comfortable and familiar feeling sex that is only possible when it isn't the first time for two people. We got out of bed to look out the window and the sun was bright and the sky was very clear and blue and the ground was frozen in a thick frost. She prepared a breakfast of instant coffee, tangerines and traditional Czech pastry. We had our breakfast then laid on the couch and watched the Czech news while she translated the newscaster for me and I rubbed her feet.
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A Night in a Small Czech Town

Nice post, looking fwd to part 3 if there will be one
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#18

A Night in a Small Czech Town

I thought this was a mother and daughter porn story for a while, was starting to get aroused
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#19

A Night in a Small Czech Town

OP...your writing is strangely excellent! I love your writing style.Real gem!
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A Night in a Small Czech Town

This is so strangely written…yet so compelling at the same time!
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^ Thanks. I realize now I should have called part 2 the epilogue because that's the end of it, for that trip at least. I continued seeing that girl for a while but my drinking got out of control which tends to happen sometimes so I left that town for Prague where I got a nice little apartment for a few days to sober up and straighten out. The Czech Republic is a fine country, especially when you dig in a little.

It's interesting how some guys really focused on the formatting of the writing while some guys seemed to appreciate the flowing style.
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Writing style is good, but breaking into paragraphs help READING on a laptop. Old books did not have varied laptop screens and one could keep a finger on screen to track where the are reading, and because the text is not chunked.. I lost track of LINES where I was reading many times. I had to use the 'pointer' & 'select' many times to just keep track of where I was.

You know how to express well, but you need to break up the content into sections.

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Quote: (10-23-2014 10:47 AM)SeanBateman Wrote:  

^ Thanks. I realize now I should have called part 2 the epilogue because that's the end of it, for that trip at least. I continued seeing that girl for a while but my drinking got out of control which tends to happen sometimes so I left that town for Prague where I got a nice little apartment for a few days to sober up and straighten out. The Czech Republic is a fine country, especially when you dig in a little.

It's interesting how some guys really focused on the formatting of the writing while some guys seemed to appreciate the flowing style.

That's truly the least of your problems with writing...:[Image: blush.gif]
Still..fascinating!
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