Date & Time of Session:  F1 week
Location:  Ipanema, OT
Name:  Awkwardly, absolutely no idea
Nationality & Language: Vietnamese, great English
Age: late 20s
Face:  4/5
Body:  4/5
Skill: 4/5
Service: 4/5
GFE: 4/5
PSE: N/A
Price & Session Length:  300 SGD short time
Repeat: I would

Visiting SG for F1 weekend combined with a spot of work and got a stark reminder that in general, your friend's friend is generally single for a reason and if you're in town for a short while, a young lady having a nice personality is not sufficient (a pair of nice personalities and we could be talking, but alas it was not to be).

And so it was that I found myself in a taxi to the Towers on the lookout for a cheeky takeaway. Straight into Ipanema and to the bar on the right (faster service) and before I could survey the floor beneath me I was approached by a cute little Vietnamese number who wanted to take me home before the first sip of the amber nectar had passed my lips. Somehow, she was a little overdressed for the occasion and there were plenty more fish in the sea so I politely passed up the opportunity knowing that if there weren't any better options, she wouldn't have taken offence and one nod from me and I'd be escorting a young lady in a cocktail dress through reception within 10 minutes. I love Ipanema!

I left my observation point and went for a wander around the back of the main bar. This seems to be where the shy girls hang out. Occasionally, one can spot a little beauty there but in general, confidence is king in this game, so I don't tend to find the richest pickings sitting on a bar stool with her friends. A couple of girls were doing the circuit around the bar and stopped to say hi but nothing quite took my fancy so took advantage of an empty table at the end of the bar with a good view of the band and the dance floor.

I spotted an absolute heartbreaker and her friend came over to say hello but didn't take the hint that she should invite her comely companion across to join us and I soon lost interest. Over another beer I realised that on the neighbouring table was a stunning Chinese girl who was unfortunately clearly with a mixed group of guys and girls and wasn't going to be changing her affections any time soon. I came to the conclusion that she was civvie and and that the risk of offence was too high if I asked otherwise. This was a shame, but a good reminder that money can't buy class.

My attention was diverted to a girl next door type working her charms hard on another guy. To the outsider, it looked obvious that he was there for talk alone but despite a good deal of cheeky eye contact with me, she persevered. I drained my beer and strolled to the bar in the hope she might follow, but without luck. Besides, by the time I was waiting at the bar I had 3 different girls tying to strike up a conversation. Have I mentioned I loved this place?

None of them were take out material, so I had decided upon one last beer when a vision of beauty entered my peripheral vision. It took me a second to realise that she was the spitting image of a hot intern from work so I decided she was the one. She stopped a little further along the bar and looked back at me. Game on.

In the age of tinder, the classic chat up line is a dying art, but in Ipanema "Hello. Would you like a drink or shall we just go?" is really all you need. Pricewise, they will typically open at 300 and take 250 easily. If it's very late and you're on a budget, with some effort you can get to 200. Price was never going to be an issue here - I was about to bang a sexually enlightened carbon copy of the hottest intern you've ever seen. She whispered "300 ok?" In my ear as she took my hand and led me down to the taxi rank.

I won't bore you with the details of my obvious sexual prowess but suffice to say, everything vanilla was on the cards. We stripped, showered together (a first for me from Ipanema) and the rest was better than I'd ever imagined with my favourite intern. And believe me, I'd imagined a lot.

To conclude, a sure thing, plucked from the ranks of dozens of sure things, trumps awkward drinks making small talk with a pseudo-random stranger who will report back to your friends that you looked bored after the first drink and probably stalk you on the internet but however you meet them, a number scrawled on a piece of paper without a name doesn't make it any easier to admit that you forgot to ask.

(Apologies for lack of insight into how to find this particular girl but hopefully this will serve as a guide for one of the finest bars out there)

[ Last edited by  AussieMossie at 4-10-2017 10:22 ]