This is a strong statement, but the time I had in Istanbul, Turkey was absolutely amazing. Here is my story from my trip to Istanbul:. I was paranoid, but more excited, I had been dating super hot white girls in Ukraine, but now it was time for some Arab women. I showed up twenty minutes late to the square and found my date telling off a local guy.
She dismissed him and recognized me immediately. A tiny smile crept across her face. Even ten times is ridiculous. I was quickly able to change her mood to happy and laughing at my jokes. We walked down the popular Istiklal street. As we walked I noticed there seemed to be a lot more guys in the street than girls. Coming from Ukraine, where it seems there are more women in the street than men, it was a shock.
She took me to a really cool bar that was so well hidden, I never would have found it on my own. As we had a couple beers and talked, I knew this girl was feeling me. Everything was going smoothly untilβ¦. Then she started speaking in Turkish.
At first I thought she was talking to me, but I looked over my shoulder and saw she was talking to the guys sitting behind us. The guys took the tongue lashing and went back to their drinks. Was this girl just a bitch or do girls have to be bitches to get guys to leave them alone in Turkey? My guess was that it was a little bit of both. Afterwards, I made the excuse that I needed to check something on my computer and that my Airbnb apartment was really close.
She agreed too readily and I knew⦠she wants it. And, as the song goes, if she wants it, you gotta give it to her. Getting back to my apartment, I found out I had read the situation correctly. Still, the exoticness of this Turkish girl and her beautiful face made for good sex. I had gotten my Turkish flag, hours after arriving; golden touchdown achievement⦠in a Muslim country.
