Double Dutch

I finally went out and drank in Sochi! About time! My mate passed the babysitter test and we went dancing at a pub down the street. I was making eyes at a reporter from Russia Channel 1 all night, but then a Dutch photographer walked in and took interest.

We danced and I asked him for a dutch pin. He told me it was back in his room, and he promised it was a very nice pin at that ;) Oh the pin craze. I told him I will do anything for a pin....

I went to the washroom because I was literally shitting pure liquid all day. I don't feel sick at all, but my body must be rejecting something. Maybe it's the yogurt here. I drank a huge container of it! On my way out of the washroom, there was the dutchman. We started making out. He's a bit old for me, 33, but super sexy so I thought why the heck not!

My wingman and I followed the dutchman back to a winebar in his hotel complex. Most of our friends were there actually and we had a marvelous time! The brit on our team saw me and said "You know, you don't look half bad without your glasses on!" What a douchebag. (I've taught everyone this term, they had no clue what a douche was before I showed up!)

Maybe the lack of glasses is a good thing. I didn't pay for any of my drinks! The dutchman kept the red wine flowing. Around 2am, I went back to his room. Thankfully he has no roommates, but he only has a single bed. I didn't plan on staying over, so it didn't make a difference.

All I will say is...the Dutch never disappoint ;) I am meeting him at the winebar again tonight.

This was not expected at all. Last time I went out every russian was smoking, and that is a huge turnoff. However I managed to find myself a clean, fully-loaded foreigner to nail. I wish I would have started going out sooner! But my night shifts hinder that big time. Three days left. I wonder how much more fun I can have with my dutchman...