Been giving this a fair amount of (quite happy) thought over the last few days, and it would have to be a time in Canada...
I had just arrived back in Vancouver and was staying in a weekly apartment while I was looking for something longer term. This was back in my Gothic phase, so I had
Robert Smith hair and an all black wardrobe.
The third day I was there, this cute Goth girl, looked a lot like
Patricia Morrison from Sisters of Mercy, was walking down the sidewalk in front of the building, and she had a really nice Celtic dragon tattoo wrapping around her upper arm. I commented on it and said I like it, and she smiled and said I should see the one on her back, to which I replied that I'd love to see it... then she told me to bring her upstairs and she'd show me since it would involve in unzipping the back of her dress.
We got upstairs, she turned around and lifted her hair, I unzipped her dress, and... she didn't have a back tattoo. She turned around and smirked and said she'd figured it was the fastest way to get me to take her home, then let the front of her dress fall, put her arms around me and gave me a deep, wet kiss. That led to a couple of days where we didn't leave my apartment, and barely left the bed. Went through my entire supply of condoms, and the few she had in her purse. Turned out she lived around the corner and had seen me coming and going and thought I was cute, and had already decided to make a play, and when I gave her that opening, she went for it.
About a week later, she moved to England... if she had stayed in Vancouver, I probably wouldn't have ended up in Japan.