The Cute Girl At The Airport (Love Report)

Some philosophies suggest that everything happens at the same time. The past, present and future all collides at some point. It’s all a fabrication of our imagination. Once again, when you’re dead, life will play itself out like a dream in your mind. The physical body was never real. Everything is a hologram. And by the way, when you are with someone who’s company you enjoy, 3 hours feels like a split second in hindsight.

Early Birds And Worms

I was taking an early morning flight and went to the airport. I barely had any sleep. But after this flight, the idiom “The Early Bird Gets The Worm”, has a new meaning altogether. Unsuspecting of the awesome adventure awaiting me, I took the cab from my hostel to the airport at about 4am. It was minus 5 degrees Celsius outside. I booked the flight the previous day. Spontaneity was my muse. And on this day it paid off.

I arrive at the airport and sleepwalk through customs, security and duty-free. About half an hour before boarding-time I go sit at the boarding gate. I’m in the arms of slumber and in-between being awake and dreamland… Thus, I’m caught off-guard when a cute chick comes and sits next to me on the comfortable chairs. She could’ve sat one or 2 chairs away from me, but instead she decided to sit right next to me. Not a bad sign.

Pleasant Meeting Of Two Hearts

Was I in dreamland now, or was it real life…

Some day when I’m dead, I’m gonna remember my life as a dream anyway. The insomniac demons that stalked me, and the lucid angels that seduced me… Like this one now. I noticed her from the corner of my eyes, and although I could (and should) immediately have approached, I was a little hesitant, due to being half-asleep. After a minute or two, she loudly played a video in English on her laptop. She was trying to convey: I understand English, talk to me. An attempt to get my attention.

Attention locked in.

I open by asking if she’s also going to my destination. But she says no, she’s going elsewhere. However, we have to transit at the same intermediate airport. So a conversation commences. Fifteen fleeting minutes later we realize that 80% of people have boarded and we haven’t yet, so we walk to the gate. Would this be the end of our conversation? She mentions that it’s a pity we won’t sit together on the plane. At the same time suggesting we should ask others to move so that we can have seats next to each-other.

I immediately can tell this is a confident girl. She knows what she wants. It seems often the hottest girls can also be the most assertive.

We walk down the plane’s aisle and see her seat first. It’s in the middle of two other people, but we keep on walking to my seat. With some luck, there is an open seat next to me. I sit in the middle and she takes the aisle seat. We continue our conversation about culture and traveling.

Like A Slow-Mode Video Game

I’m “gaming” in slow mode, partly because it is an unusual environment. But also because I’m calibrating my game to the girl’s reactions.

Since we’re vibing well, I can bring in some physicality. For example I notice an old scratch on her arm, I stroke it and ask her what happened. At some point I kiss her cheek, in-between flirty conversation. Later, I also kiss her on the mouth. It was only a peck, but she didn’t freak out. Thus, I’m happy that things are going well.

By moving slowly and being well-calibrated I keep her comfortable. If she didn’t show me good IOI’s (Indicators Of Interest), I would’ve moved even more slowly. The flight is around 3 hours long, but time flies by with the new attractive female acquaintance.

Time Frozen in an Airplane

I keep on escalating kino, and at some point I’m stroking her arm and her hand, but no make-out yet. We get up to go to the toilet (but not enough compliance yet for the mile high club). While walking in the aisle, we look for an open row of seats that we could have for ourselves. There is nothing better than our current seats – next to a lonesome adventurer at the window seat.

Before the plane lands, I manage to get 2 more pecks on her lips consecutively, but still no make-out. This is very encouraging anyway.

The Airport Terminal

Next, the plane lands at the airport, and we walk out. I have two hours before my second flight, so we decide to explore the terminal together. Adventure time again. At the end of the terminal we find a quiet section of seats. I tell her I think she is cute, and she says “you are also”. Awesome, so I go for the make out immediately. She’s into me and makes out. I pull back though. Now I hold her close to me, she’s warmed up. We breathe a little into each other. After a few more minutes we have a more passionate make out. We keep on hugging and making out, but I want a place to pull. The other people around us, glancing on, makes this slightly awkward.

We get up, and walk down to the other end of the terminal. The only place we find is a secluded row of seats with 2 or 3 people about 25 seats away. At the other end we can see people passing from time to time, but they aren’t looking at us. So here we start making out more aggressively, she’s pressing her body up against mine, hugging, stroking each other’s upper bodies, me stroking her legs, then my hand under her top and stroking her waist.

The Jacket Is Like A Tent For Privacy

All I could do now is to throw a jacket over her legs. I loosen her jeans button and zip, and stroke her pubic area while making out. She loves it. Clean shaven and moist. At the same time I open my eyes to check if anyone is looking at us. Nobody I can see. So I put my hands lower into her tight jeans and start stroking her wet pussy. She is softly moaning into my ears. I am rubbing her pussy while she is leaning and breathing into me. I also rub over her jeans intermittently.

Like the rain hiding behind the clouds, my hand is hiding from society. Rubbing and massaging like a prince playing a trombone at the gates of paradise.

Meanwhile, it’s not too far away from the boarding gates of the airport.

We continue like this for a few minutes. Then suddenly I look behind me and see someone briefly staring at us. When we notice, he leaves. This makes us stop. Oh f#ck, who is this perv looking on at the two warm-blooded worldly adventurers. Not seeing any reason to let the ills of society interfere with their fleeting passionate romance culminating into passionate finger-blasting at an unusual location.

It’s not worth the risk of getting problems with the airport security. So we get up and look for another place. The toilets were busy so it was out. Then we go check the business lounge out, but there is only 5 minutes remaining before I have to board my flight. So, left with no other choice, we kiss goodbye, and she gives me her phone number.

Fate Has The Final Say. Take A Red Pill Again Another Day.

Our classic 5 and a half hour chemical romance is interrupted by fate.

I take this red pill I’m offered.

I only booked that flight the day before, thus fate had good timing.

I don’t go to the airport with the intention to meet a girl, but it can happen at any time.

And it wasn’t a dream. I finally slept on the second flight. Having a fucked up dream that I took a blue pill, lived a peaceful mediocre life, never had any negative emotions, nor positive emotions. This time more like the Equilibrium movie, instead of the Matrix.

But for a moment, can we allow each other to forget our problems? And spread the love …like what we do when we are day- or nightgaming.

The lows we go through help us experience the highs eventually.

 

(For obvious reasons I’ve hidden locations / names etc.)

Appendix: Airport Sex Survey

According to a much-publicized Jetcost.com survey, 10% of all American travelers had some kind of sexual experience at airports (excluding airplane sex – “the mile high club”). However, only 5% of these sexual encounters was with a complete stranger whom they met at the airport. The vast 90%+ majority was with their travel companions such as girl- or boyfriend.

• 42% had this sexual experience in the airport loo
• 28% in a storage area
• 14% under a jacket or coat, and
• 12% in a VIP lounge

Moreover, I did my own research survey in an online seduction group. Although it’s a relatively small sample size, the results were reasonably clear: 50% of men, who claim to be into picking up girls, do not approach girls at the airport. Second conclusion: Sexual deeds is a taboo at airports for most PUA’s (pickup artists). Take note that e.g. in Atlanta (USA) you can be arrested if you get caught fucking in an airport toilet (sounds like a law from Saudi-Arabia) (1). This helps to further explain the poll results.

The Question was: What’s the furthest you’ve taken things at an airport (cold approach, thus not with your girlfriend)

• You approached a cute girl: 13%
• Got a girl’s contact details    (e.g. while awaiting your flight): 29%
• had a make out: 0%
• fingering:  4%
• oral sex:  0%
• sex:  4%    (trolling or genuine?)
• None of the above  50%

 

 

Did you enjoy this field report? Comment below your views about unusual places where you’ve met women (including the airport). Ironically, I didn’t even mention the airport in my guide of 50 best places to meet women.