Euro-jaunt …chapter fifteen

We continued to text each other a lot. The chemistry was still there. I needed answers. I couldn’t understand her bizarre behaviour. It seemed outlandish and cruel. One evening I messaged and just asked her straight, ‘Why were you laughing all the time in the apartment?’
The answer came back. It wasn’t quite the explanation I was expecting, ‘I was just really nervous, I’ve only ever kissed one other person and I’ve never done anything sexual. I was so nervous I didn’t even dare drink the tea you made. I was paranoid you’d put something in it.’
Well that was it then. A brilliant opportunity gone to waste but what could I do? It seemed there was no solution. The only people I could think of who might have the right advice were maybe the pick-up coaches.Nick Krauser had gotten my number from Bodi. Not long after my return from Zagreb he messaged to say hi and ask about the rest of my Prague trip. For some reason it seemed rude to ask him about the Mirjana situ. He probably had leeches trying to message him for advice and information all the time. I decided against it. Instead I just messaged him back with my evaluation of Prague and a suggestion to meet for lunch or coffee sometime when he’d be free. We were both now in Newcastle. He told me he takes the winter off from chasing girls and stays home reading and writing until spring. With it being November and wanting to make the most of the last days of autumn before the trees became bare I proposed the idea of going to Saltwell Park together. The local inner city paradise. Maybe grabbing coffee at the cafe there. He messaged back sounding thrilled at the idea, “Sounds great! You don’t mind picking me up do you boss?”
“No probs.” I replied.

I’ve always enjoyed Autumn as my favourite season in the Uk. Those changing colours of the leaves. Wearing oversized hoodies. The smell of bonfires in the air. Drinking hot chocolates. Cuddling. Blowjobs by an open fire. Sex at dawn. It’s a magical time of the year.
I stepped out from the homestead and jumped in the car to pick him up from his place. The car was an eight year old rusty renault. No theatrics here. I was surprised to discover he still lived with his parents just three miles away from my own doorstep.
I rang the bell on the porch and waited for him to answer. After about twenty seconds the door opened and there he stood, the pick-up communities very own Robin Hood leading his huge band of merry men. He wore a cartoon t-shirt, outdated loose baggy jeans, and monster feet slippers. “Hello there comrade.” He said to me in a joking manner. He did a half hearted salute and invited me in. “I’m just looking for something clean to wear and I’ll be ready, just take a seat, I won’t be long.”
I sat on the sofa looking out the window at the Newcastle suburbs. Evidently his parents weren’t home. Out of nowhere a fluffy creature rubbed itself against my legs. A cute and friendly cat. That’s ok. I like cats. I like all animals. I petted the furball.
“Right, I’m sorted.” He said as he came tumbling down the stairs.
We made our way to the park. For all Nick’s outwardly childish demeanor I learned he was pretty knowledgeable. He seemed to have an intellect that covered a wide range of topics and genre’s. Pick-up it seemed, was more a fun hobby to him than a serious endeavour.
Sometimes he would drop in racist slurs to the conversation but he would do so with a smile as if just for his own self amusement. I got the impression it gladdened him that the general public had him pegged as a militant white supremacist.
After the coffee we departed ways. He’d be staying in Newcastle throughout December. I’d be going back to Stockholm. He wasn’t surprised I had what he called, ‘oneitus,’ for Jenaya, “She’s a virginal eighteen year old with massive tits and your first lay from daygame, of course you’re going to be a bit smitten by her.”
He informed me his first, ‘Euro-jaunt,’ of 2016 would be to Belgrade in February. “I always do well in Serbia,” he grinned, “I have more success there than anywhere else. It’s my beautiful blue eyes you see,” he chuckled, “there’ll be a couple of us going for a week, maybe two, you should come along with us.”
I thanked him for his offer and said I’d let him know. I wanted to say yes but if things went well with Jenaya then I’d most likely be spending as much time in Stockholm as I could. We shook hands and again he gave a joking salute as we said goodbye.