In the morning I was at Madrid airport, on my way to Moscow. Spotted a fine girl with Slavic features. Strategically positioned myself near her on the escalator and opened her in Russian(“Are you from Russia? Are all Russian girls this tall?"). She giggled and we talked a bit. Then I approached her at the gate after catching her looking at me. Invited her to drink chocolate in the coffeeshop. She was like “maybe, I want to smoke first…”, so I just said “come on, we’ll find you a place to smoke later”. While buying the hot chocolate for us, I asked her what was she doing in Spain. “Oh, my modelling agency sent me here for photo-shoots, well first to Milano, then Paris and finally to Madrid”.

And then it dawned on me. I opened a perfect 10 Russian model. My voice was a bit shaky, because I’ve never even talked to a girl like this before. Well, I did once, but in a social circle and to a girl who was clearly taken by the alpha of the group, never by cold approach.

We were sitting at the table, she turned out to be 17(!!!), alone in Europe, not knowing any languages, but managing it. She looked at least 22, and I guessed 20 when asking for her age. A few time I was drowning in her eyes. I understood the truth of the statement that I read on one of the PUA blogs about how “fb-closing a 10 = f-closing a 7″. It’s true. Just talking to this young woman made me feel alive and vibrant, like sex with a lesser girl. And when she was laughing, a bit embarassed, to my joke, or was listening to a story, I felt on top of the world. Here I am, forever alone socially anxious geek, fucking talking for an hour with a Russian perfect 10 model that I cold approached. Amazing. We almost missed our plane, I guess I got so amazed by this encounter that I confused the embarking time with the departure time. But we made it. I half-assedly hoped to meet her again in the baggage collection belts, and then at the “aeroexpress” train to center of Moscow, but she wasn’t there. Anyway, there was not a lot to be gained from a repeated encounter. Not like we gonna see each other again, and she probably doesn’t even do facebook (Russians usually use another social network vkontakte).

In the evening in Moscow, I met for a dinner a woman I slept with once, on a new-age seminar, it was a good dinner, but I didn’t feel like sleeping with her again (although she hinted at it), so it was a bit frustrating. Nothing will take away the freshness of opening a 10 though. I’ve fucking done it!