Casanova Travels

Amy is actually an American, dark hair, blue eyes, and a tan with no lines. I met her on a trip to Spain. She was studying Spainish and I saw her at my hotel’s cafe one morning.

Never more perfect is a woman at breakfast. A book open I approached her and asked the obvious.

“Do you speak Spainish?”

Her petite all natural eyebrow raised up a little. “Si, a little.”

“The maybe you could help me? I need to ask for a decent conversation!”

A glint shone from her eyes as she saw through my tactic.

But my cheekyness lead me to coffee that morning. And a long wait that night as I sat in that cafe hoping Amy would pass by again.

She did. And I offered lunch the next day. She refused. But instead of turning tail I offered another the day after, and then explained I would be leaving the following morning.

She agreed. And lunch turned to dinner which turned to drinks in her room.

A lady who wanted no strings she ravished me that one night. And the next day I was gone.

I try my very best never to go shopping with girls. Even the ones I really like. It’s not good for me mentally, not is it good for me financially.

I sometime loose out in the Art of Seduction when travelling. I met Mandy through a mutual friend. We spoke on the phone, and arranged to meet for lunch. She’s from Chester, and very pretty.  I think a friend must have tipped her off though. She was in London for a few days and glad to meet up.

I asked rather subtlety if she had a boyfriend. The answer was no. But my guard was down and she saw my plan. Before long she had be agreeing to meet up with her girlfriend for the afternoon.

I won’t forget the amount of standing around in shop fronts I did that day! Girls who love to shop are not interested in anything but stores. I was more bodyguard and door opener than anything else.

Yes I was played. Well, who started it but me. So yes sometimes it doesn’t always work out the way I plan. So the Art of Travel Shopping taught me well.

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Too hot Eliana was a seducers dream. So not interested until we went into the mountains on a travel tour. It was here I ignored my desires and simply enjoyed her company.

It’s here that you realize that just being yourself is often your best charm. Eliana carried a large backpack with ease, and although I was tempted to carry it for her, I did not.

Instead I talked about how strong she was to carry it. She responded well. She was athletic, long legged – a natural hiker. She enjoyed my flatteries. So much so she agreed to a second weekend away months later in Portugal.

This country is one of my favorite to visit during short hops away.  It’s peaceful, scenic, and cheap. Easy to get around, the food is good, the wine better, and the girls so much fun.

Eliana was one of those girls. Athletic women are simply incredible attractive physically. But more over, they are attractive because of their inner strength. They are not afraid to stand up for themselves and take it to you.  This was something Eliana was so very good at.

Traveling Rome a few year ago I met the beautiful Toni. A stylishly great girl with a spring in her step for life and living it to the max. I had a hard time seducing her.

Italian women are unlike any other female on the planet. Style keeps coming to my mind. They love fashion and chic clothes.

They will flirt endlessly with you, and yet rarely make the first move. You have to be sure she is interested in you during any type of conversation to do with flirting or seduction. Otherwise you will feel the wrath of a Italian woman in scorn. This I wish for no person.

Toni was all this. I tried to make friends with her. It worked. I try basic flirtations and she gives me bad looks. I take her to dinner and she loves me. I complement her, and she hates me.

I buy her flowers, she hates me. I buy her a braclet, she loves me.

Truely the only nationality I find it hard to seduce is the Italian woman. If anyone knows the true answer, then let me know. In the meantime, I keep on trying!

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Whoever said that Poland has some of the most beautiful girl in the world, was really stating the obvious. Supermodels walk the streets of Krakow everyday next to Polish guys who look considerably scruffy!

Anika was one such girl I met. 22 and really I can’t speak of the sheer hold this girl had on me. I texted, emails and called this girl for weeks after we first met.

Finally I broke through her icy barrier. I did so as a friend. We traveled together for a week during the summer. Slovakia, and a little of Hungary. I it was a joy to be around her.

Moreover her supermodel good looks attracted a lot of attention. And quickly began to understand why she carried an air of snobbery. Whistles, leers and the odd comment from men were really obvious.

To a girl like Anika she can have any guy in the world. The art of seduction dictates that she needs a friend more than a lover. This I appreciated. One thing can lead to another. But sometimes it’s better just to seduce a girl into being your friend rather than your lover.

As I say quit often, it matters not about a womans age. They are all beautiful. I’ve had some of best times with an older lady. So what happens when there’s a woman in you office and you really want her?

It happened to me. Kim was a woman in her mid thirties and I was in my early 20′s. I was working under her department in a corporate type office. We often passed little flirtations. But I was on a career path and knew all to well the saying of not to “relieve oneself where you eat”

We shared a work lunch one and I let this slip. Testing the waters as it were. She agreed, and so we flirted even more, knowing it would come to nothing.

Then as the months went on, I was offered another job. I handed in my notice, and gave a copy of the letter to Kim. It took a week before we were locked away in my apartment for a weekend. Then another weekend away in Scotland.

It was perfect. No catches no nothing. I would never date nor seduce a work mate. But when you hand in your notice, its a whole different story.

Wow do I ever remember dating Alice. The Art of Seduction was in full swing to win her over. She was a catwalk model with eyes that dazzled.

I’d never dated a genuine supermodel before. So the challenge was on. I took over  6 months to wine, dine, charm and win Alice over. I wanted to do it right. She was the perfect girlfriend every guy would want.

We went to the Theater, lake side walks and art galleries. It was all glass for a girl that grew up in a rough part of England. She’d never been to these places as a child. But her looks had elevated her to the catwalk. Now she one of the most sought after girls on the modeling circuit.

She was also very careful about who she was seen with. She didn’t want to loose everything she had. We were only a couple for 3 months. Her schedule was too grueling for a lasting relationship.  It became difficult to meet. And so we drifted apart.

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Poolside or beach side Portugal has is a mecca for girls. I’m more of talker than a sit and stare person. I don’t ogle girls so much as I want to talk with them.

There’s no point in sitting on a beach staring at that luscious blond and fantasizing without actually going over to her to say hello. She may have a hot body, but if she can’t string two words together, then no thanks.

Why is this? The Art of Seduction dictates that it takes two to tango. It also means chemistry. Simple physical attraction does not do it for me. I need to have an interaction with a girl. Beach babes tanning themselves can either be eye candy without interaction. Or they can be a dream come true should you both click.

I have always found Portugal to be one of the best places to meet both beautiful and conversational women. Not just eye candy beach babes. Conversational women bring about the best for the art of seduction!

I was but a boy when I met Maryse. I French lady I met when going backpacking around the south coast of France. I was 22 and she that but older.

What’s a guy to do when an older lady sets her mind on you at that age! So I went with it for a week. And it’s one of my fondest memories.

So yes as I write this my very first travel seduction was me. Wooed my a lady with power prose and amazing looks I fell for Maryse.

She will always hold a memory in my mind. She taught me so much, and I savored her every word.

Thank you Maryse, you should be the first lesson in the art of seduction!

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