Hey guys. I've been a sedditor for a while, but I actually posted under a different account. I'm back after a few months getting dirty launching a dating coaching business, with a new account, and a hell of a lot of new experiences to share.

Today I'd like to share one of my favourites. Eloise, the French teacher on vacation in my city. Certainly a tale of being in the right place at the right time, and knowing when to escalate and pull the trigger.

I met her on the street at 2pm on a Sunday afternoon. I had her screaming French profanity in ecstasy at 6pm that same day.

It was a lazy Sunday. I had just gotten into the city centre after dropping off the last of my friends at the train station. I was on afterglow from the rave the night before. The MDMA had long gone, but the 5htp was just kicking in to smooth over the comedown. I felt refreshed and at ease. Life was amazing. Good music, good mates and good mandy will do that to you.

I put my headphones on and loaded up some tunes to match the sun, that's when I see her.

She happily walks up to the map in the city square. Petite, blonde, relaxed, positive body posture, white floral summer dress. You know when you just see the perfect opportunity to approach? The girl in the crowd that just makes you go wow? Today, she was that girl. I walk up.

"You look lost" I said. "Not lost, just travelling" she replies in a thick french accent. "Ah! You're not from here, hey?" "No, I'm from France, I teach there." "So you must not be here for long" I reply "Just for the day! I'm sight seeing. I go home tomorrow." "Do you know the city well?" "Not really"

The logistics had been set. I could probably take this girl on an adventure. So I continue to build a connection. I quickly cover some small talk about my work as a musician, turns out she's a music teacher. Great! Instant rapport. I start to physically escalate, touching her gently on the elbow whenever she says something I like. She's neutral, good. Her eye contact is constant. There is a bubble around us.

It was becoming apparent that talking may be a problem, her accent and english is very bad. I decide that this interaction is probably going to have to be participatory in order to work out.

"Let's go get coffee, then I'll show you the city, since you're not up to much, right?" "Yeah! Sounds great."

I put my arm on her lower back and lead her towards the nearest starbucks.

She buys me (!) a coffee. We take a seat on the big comfy sofa, and we settle in. I instantly sprawl out on the sofa and put my arm around her. She seems a little wary of it at first, so I continue to connect with her. We (slowly) talk about our experiences travelling to Amsterdam and eastern europe. I take a napkin from the table and a pen from my bag and start to draw small doodles of the various locations I had visited, since the names didn't translate too well. This turned out to be a great move. We doodled to one another a fair bit, even drawing stupid stick men and having a bit of a laugh in the process.

We continued to communicate our experiences travelling. I also show her some of the music I've made, I get her in close and share my headphones with her. We discussed our desire to travel, and how we both believe in earning from our own labour. We connect well.

After I move my arm away to drink, and then back a few times, she seems more comfortable with the closeness we're sharing. It's now 60 minutes since we sat down. The eye contact is strong, she's contented, happy. I see her scanning my face.

"That's a lovely necklace" I say as I lean in to inspect it. I make a point of gently brushing my fingers over her neck while I do so. Her eye contact doesn't flinch away from my eyes. I'm not sure she understood what I said. Not that it mattered too much anyway, it was pretty clear she knew what my intentions were.

I look her in the eyes, and I say to her "I'm going to do something a little crazy". I lean in to her just slightly, and she closes the gap. We kiss.

Pulling away from the kiss, we share a post-kiss giggle, before returning to our conversation. I take her hand and play with her fingers.

10 minutes later, we leave, and head on outside. The sun is still beating down. I figure it's time to explore the canals in the great weather.

Everything here is a bit of a blur. We lost two hours down the canal. We walk. I hold her hand, spin her around. We play. I explain my favourite parts to the city. She tells me shes staying at a hostel nearby which turns out to be right next to a nightclub I regularly play at. Neat!

Shortly afterwards, I stare her down with a look that says that I want her right there. I bite my lip.

"What?" She giggles. "I want you" I reply.

I kiss her, and while doing so I notice the wall behind her, and gently push her up against it. She moans and I feel her grip tighten. After a while, I pull away from the kiss, and whisper into her ear how I would love to feel her underneath my body. She's speechless.

I smile at her, and then pull her away from the wall, we continue to talk and walk some more.

It is now 5pm.

After a while, I set the mood to sexual again by playing with her hair and scratching the back of her neck. She loses focus of the conversation, then I pull her in and start nibbling her.

Eventually the canal ends and we come to a bridge. Going up the bridge takes us on 10 minute walk back to my place. (Yes, this was pre-planned), but a walk in the opposite direction takes us on a 10 minute walk to her hostel.

"Eloise, you have a choice to make. If we go this way, I'll take you back to my place and I'll fuck you senseless. If we go that way, I'll take you home, and we'll call it a day. Whichever way we go next, I just wanted to say that I've had an incredible day with you. The chemistry we've developed in such a short time is electrifying."

She didn't say anything. She just smiled and started walking up the bridge...

It is now 5:30pm.

"Let me show you my music studio."

We go to my room, fire up my computer, my speakers, and put on some chilled out house. I grab us a couple of drinks. And I sit down in front of my computer with my keyboard. I load up my music software and a simple instrument and start to play for her. I motion for her to sit on my lap. I hold her hands and teach her some chords to one of my songs. She plays them.

I begin to kiss the back of her neck as she does so. Her timing worsens, and she calls herself a music teacher? Funny that.

I decide the games are enough. I pull her over to the wall and I make out with her fiercely. I growl into her ear and push her onto the bed.

It is now 6pm...

After all is said and done. She turns to me and says. "You've given me a great memory of the UK. You are amazing." "The feeling is mutual, Eloise"

We go at it again.

We shower together, I spray water into her face, she giggles.

It's now 9pm. We get dressed, and I walk her to her hostel.

I give her one last kiss. Knowing full well I didn't get her number, facebook, or even her last name. This would be the last time she sees me. We both agree to keep this a one off - almost anonymous - thing.

I walk away. I feel great, nothing like making a gorgeous woman feel amazing for the day.

Anything is possible Seddit. It's not enough to think outside of the box. Thinking is passive. It's time to act outside of the box.