Sex i Grad XV
Belgrade | 05 October 2009 | By Ona Mona
Ona Mona
Sports ladies, and no, not the match between the sheets. The autumn sport season has begun with the Champions League in full swing, the Eurobasket tournament just over, and the national basketball season looming closer. Why am I talking sports in this column?
Well as most taken women know, most men love some kind of sport - you can see this from the amount of ‘kladionice’ in the city. If you’re a gambling woman, trying your luck in love, then the sports arena is the place to be.
Like following prey to their watering holes, a smart predatorica knows that these male oases actually offer the richest and highest quality in potential mate material. If the envigorating spectacle of masculine specimens in competition alone doesn’t entice you, then the payoff should. It’s like shooting fish in a barrel.
With all those testosterone heightened emotions and raw energy flowing from pores left, right and centre, it’s easy to see who to target, i.e. who will the make the best lover or provider, who to best play.
Going to local sports events is a necessity if you are single, ladies. Serbia is the sports country. Just look at the athletes and tell me you don’t drool. Belgrade and Serbia have some of the best teams in Europe when it comes to major sports i.e. Waterpolo (think of those tight shorts and wet glistening bodies) or Basketball (think broad shouldered boys taking shots ).
Just the potential for titillation is enough to make me a season ticket holder. Imagine being in Hala Pionir, among a minimum of 5,000 men hyped up for some action. If the home team wins, envisage the chaos, the euphoria. You have to be incurably shy or blind not to pick up at least one guy there. Even if you know nothing about sports, just feigning interest will make them excited.
If you’re serious about having someone cute hunk to hug up to this winter, forget the bar scene, it’s tired anyway, unless some new places start opening up. Until then, check out one match, you don’t even have to watch the game to know the score, if you know what I mean.
So few single women go, that you will find yourself awash in a blissful ocean of undulating masculinity, and at the very least, you will rub up against some cutie, or have the chance to wink at one of the hundreds of uniformed riot police standing by, who are always ready for a much appreciated flirt.
Believe me ladies, when I say: it’s game-time.
