Last summer, I walked into a bar on Bloor Street to watch a game because if I didn't at that time, I'd never get the chance again. Nice pub but not my usual place.
I'm watching my beloved Barca alone at the bar when a girl comes and sits 2 seats away. She notices I'm watching futbol but doesn't send any signals my way. Eventually, I ask her if she's a Barca fan and she says she likes them but she's a Fenerbahce fan ('Fenerbahçe Spor Kulübü (Turkish pronunciation: [fene?baht?e]; English: Fenerbahçe Sports Club) is a professional sports club based in the district of Kadiköy, Istanbul, Turkey. The sports club derives its name from the Fenerbahçe neighbourhood of Kadiköy. Fenerbahçe is one of the biggest and the best supported clubs in Turkey, holding the joint record for the Turkish League title, and highest number of Turkish Super Cups.) and loves futbol. It's in her Istanbul culture.
I ask her to join me and I buy her a couple of pints. Beautiful girl: Wild, black curly hair, full but detailed eyebrows, light cinnamon skin, big smile, slim body, strong legs and full boobs. Slight accent. Casually dressed. Unassuming and very open once she got comfy with me.
After the game, we keep talking film and music and I ask her about Turkish film. We start talking about a Turkish actor I know that won a big award at Cannes and she says she hasn't seen the film. I tempt her with the offer to rent the film, I'll make dinner for her and she can pick any wine she likes (so long as it's red). She smiles, wonders about this for a moment while I whisper in her ear: "Linguini, Paella, Chianti, Tiramisu." She giggles and says 'OK'. I know she can't say yes right off the top and she wants me to work for it even though that was going to be her answer all along.
Off we go to my place, she's going through my books, films and music while I cook. She wants to help but I just sit her back down on the couch, fill her glass and ask her to pay attention to certain pieces of music I love. (I don't want her to help with the food because the aroma of a good dish is more enticing when you CAN'T see it. It stimulates the senses).
She loves the dinner, we move on to dessert in the living room with Port and Grand Marnier. By now, her body language is all over me. She's leaning on me, pressed against me, playing with my hair and when she crosses her leg, she crosses it directly over mine! I caress her face and kiss her and the clothes go off. Sex in the living room and eventually in the bedroom.
Two surprises: 1) Nice, unruly aromatic bush. So, in my experience, Turkish girls don't shave.
2) At about 1:00 am she wakes up and says: 'Oh My God, it's One! My boyfriend is going to kill me! Can you get a cab for me?'
The word for Goodbye in Turkish is: 'Elveda'