Well, another French girl arrived to my grand place (it’s actually a tiny apartment). She arrived late on Wednesday, and we took it slow. She was tired, having just done some crazy long bus ride. The next day I went to work and she did some sightseeing.
In the evening I got home first and waited for her. Once she arrived I asked her if she’d like to go have dinner with some wine. She agreed and we went for food and wine. After a few glasses, she got a bit friendlier and things went easier. I then asked if she’d like to go to another bar for “one more” drink. She agreed. We got close a few times and finally kissed. I didn’t push it and let her sleep alone (she was also playing a bit hard to get in the bar).
On Saturday I was busy most of the day but was able to catch up with her in the evening. We went to a bar for few drinks and then a club. She was definately friendlier, and I was feeling magic might finally happen. She still played a bit hard to get but I took a risk (against a possible negative reference) and still went for it.
After a few tries we began making out again. I took her by the hand and told her to follow me. I went outside and caught the first cab to my apartment. We had some nice sex the whole night.