The G.rgeous Turk
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I met the Gorgeous Turk on clicktonight.com. He was a City trader and discovered I was a lawyer. He messaged me for immigration and criminal lawyer recommendations. Immigration I could understand, but criminal, not so much. As it turned out, he'd killed someone.
I found myself in the interesting predicament of having a date lined up with a Turkish murderer. It turned out that it wasn’t a heinous crime (more an accident), and being one to laugh in the face of danger, I decided to go on the date anyway. I did, however, opt for lunch and picked Oxford Street; I couldn’t think of a more public place.
Within two minutes of meeting, he announced that all English girls were sluts and drunks. I agreed with the drunks part, and gave a fine demonstration of this trait later in the date). But sluts? Compared to his native Muslim Turkey, maybe. If this was a taster of the conversation to come, this would be a most entertaining lunch.
The waitress brought over two menus, but I wasn’t allowed one - he was ordering for us both. My major concern was that I was starving and he better order something I like (and inwardly noted that he hasn’t checked whether I eat meat or have a nut allergy - definitely a flaw in the 'I’ll order for someone I don’t know' idea). I went with it, however, and the ordering was actually commendable. I later discovered that in Turkey, on a first date, the girl would actually use the boy’s ability to order for her as a factor in judging him.
Three bottles of wine down and five hours later, we were still at lunch, and he was still speaking freely - criminal activity, drugs, Mafia connections, sex, hookers. He was revealing more of his dark side, which was making me contemplate making a run for it next time he went to the gents. But instead, all good sense tainted by good wine, I opted to go clubbing with him rather than make a dash for it.
During the remainder of the date, I learnt a lot about the dating game in Turkey. In Turkey, it’s not that easy to even approach a nice Turkish girl let alone kiss her. Here, when a guy kisses a girl in Abacus on a Thursday night, that they may have exchanged saliva before names.
The date scored highly overall, and though there was a cheeky snog and much fun had, he was not going to be a long-term dating interest. The most important thing for my concerned friends was that I survived my encounter with the Mediterranean criminal.
And that I didn't prove all of his stereotypes correct.
- Clicked Up
Within two minutes of meeting, he announced that all English girls were sluts and drunks. I agreed with the drunks part, and gave a fine demonstration of this trait later in the date). But sluts? Compared to his native Muslim Turkey, maybe. If this was a taster of the conversation to come, this would be a most entertaining lunch.
The waitress brought over two menus, but I wasn’t allowed one - he was ordering for us both. My major concern was that I was starving and he better order something I like (and inwardly noted that he hasn’t checked whether I eat meat or have a nut allergy - definitely a flaw in the 'I’ll order for someone I don’t know' idea). I went with it, however, and the ordering was actually commendable. I later discovered that in Turkey, on a first date, the girl would actually use the boy’s ability to order for her as a factor in judging him.
Three bottles of wine down and five hours later, we were still at lunch, and he was still speaking freely - criminal activity, drugs, Mafia connections, sex, hookers. He was revealing more of his dark side, which was making me contemplate making a run for it next time he went to the gents. But instead, all good sense tainted by good wine, I opted to go clubbing with him rather than make a dash for it.
During the remainder of the date, I learnt a lot about the dating game in Turkey. In Turkey, it’s not that easy to even approach a nice Turkish girl let alone kiss her. Here, when a guy kisses a girl in Abacus on a Thursday night, that they may have exchanged saliva before names.
The date scored highly overall, and though there was a cheeky snog and much fun had, he was not going to be a long-term dating interest. The most important thing for my concerned friends was that I survived my encounter with the Mediterranean criminal.
And that I didn't prove all of his stereotypes correct.
- Clicked Up
