On my first visit to a club, something unusual happened. I was extremely nervous—so much so that I couldn't even dance, let alone hold a conversation. But near the counter, there were several cute-looking girls, and my excitement kept building. Among them, one girl in particular caught my eye—she looked just like the popular foreign-style "water idol" everyone's talking about. When I approached her, she turned out to be surprisingly easy to talk to, and I naturally succeeded in picking her up. We drank together, she invited me to a hotel, and we ended up having sex. She had blonde hair and a playful vibe, but was unexpectedly gentle, and I genuinely started to like her. We kept chatting even after sex and decided to go see a movie. I wasn't really into movies, but getting laid that day was more important, so I agreed. Now, having her come over to my place feels like a small romantic experience.