The vibe

When travelling abroad you adopt a new state of mind that encourages a ‘living in the now’ mentality . You have a heightened sense of adventure and you care less about the consequences, which allows you to do things you never thought you could. The mind numbing 9 to 5 routine that most people cement themselves into is no longer the keeper of your soul which, when contrast with the local people around you, creates waves of positive energy. The vibe is the very reason I believe I was able to snag a French girl whilst her friends, who had been trying for months, watched in disbelief.

This particular story was from back in 2010 whilst travelling through the Baltics.

During a night out in Riga I met an Australian who was studying aviation in Sweden. David was tall and nerdy looking, but seemed nice enough so I obliged when he offered to set me up with some free accommodation in Linköping; a small university town south of Stockholm. He had taken up a study abroad program and had been in Linköping for 6 months, which is easily enough time to lose your vibe once settled into your routine.

During our pre-drinking session David and his friends had mentioned they were meeting up with a few girls they were keen on and another French girl who they had been trying to bang for the last 6 months without success. They described her as beautiful and untouchable; the most sought after girl at the university. Listening to these guys describe her as if she were the female version of Jesus was rather intimidating, but I was looking forward to the challenge.

Upon entering the club David informed me that the girls hadn’t arrived yet. After downing a few drinks I was stopped by security and told that I needed to coat check my jacket and that I would have to pay for this privilege. I wasn’t happy to do this, but agreed to check my coat after going to the toilet. For some reason I had worn a dirty t-shirt under my jacket that night so decided it would be best to leave my jacket on.

Fifteen minutes later the girls arrived and although the Swedish girls were cute, I could see why Ms. France 2010 was making the boys leak pre-cum every time she was mentioned.

Flore was a thin brunette with crystal clear pale skin, bright blue eyes and although French, her English was impeccable. The boys had talked about her ability to ‘friend zone’ you within a couple of hours of meeting so this obviously needed to be avoided.

At this point of my life I hadn’t read anything about game and had to rely on any natural game that I had. Flore was more than happy to talk to me and seemed very interested in my travel stories. I was puzzled as to why she was giving me so much attention. It wasn’t because I was Australian because there were a few out with us that night. I wasn’t the most handsome of the available men in the group, but I see David could sense something was going to happen.

We had been isolated in the corner of the club for 15 minutes and not being friend zoned was all that I could think about. I had nothing to lose by kissing her. I was never coming back to Linköping and there was a good chance I would never see anyone I had met that night ever again. I had my chance and I took it.

The kiss took her by surprise and after an initial pull back she kissed back. I opened one eye to see David and his five friends glaring at us in disbelief. Their pussy had been knocked off the highest of pedestals and looked to be nothing but mine.

After 15 minutes of porno make out sessions I let Flore know I needed to go to the toilet. On my way back I was grabbed by the scruff of my neck and escorted to the exit like I had just thrown up on the dance-floor.

Me: “Why the fuck am I getting kicked out?”

Security: “Because you never checked your coat!”

This may have been the first time in history someone has been kicked out of a club for not checking their jacket and as I was leaving the next day so this was my one shot at French glory.

The streets were covered in snow and I had no way of contacting David or more importantly Flore as I had no phone. As I stood wondering how I could get back into the club I was approached by a blonde Russian dressed like a schoolgirl.  After making a few jokes about how cold and young she looked she pulled me close and kissed me. She used more tongue than anyone I had ever met in my entire life and I estimated she had the same amount of saliva in her mouth as a Doberman. 

After ten or so minutes of the most fucked up make out session of my life, I was tapped on the shoulder by David.

David:  “What are you doing? Flore’s been waiting for you inside and you’ve been out here with this chick?”

Me: “Yes”

I’m not sure why I didn’t mention the reason I got kicked out, but I’m sure it may have put him in a better mood. Not only had I kissed the girl of his dreams but I had seemingly ditched her for a Russian dressed like a 15-year-old.

I told the Russian that I would meet her inside as David brought Flore out to see me. He stared at us awkwardly as I kissed Flore hoping that she couldn’t taste what seemed like litres of Russian Saliva in my mouth.

David and his friend’s jealously had spiraled out of control and they had decided to tell Flore what I had been doing outside in the snow. Needless to say after leaving Linköping I was never contacted by David again, but still received a Facebook friend request from Flore a few weeks later.

I would say the hardest part about having the vibe is never losing it. This is something I plan on doing.

- Gavin Madden