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I finally get it. I finally know what is wrong, what has been wrong with her all night. It was not the
cold, not the public, not the comfort, not the rapport...IT WAS FUCKING MOTHER NATURE. Again.
In all her power.
It's my glorious Washington DC times. I lived there for 4 months, studying abroad, and I had. Just.
Discovered. RSD. It's April 2013 and I had JUST started to learn basic notions about Always Be
Closing, getting into a flow state through excessive going out, going on dates, hard closing, risky
moves, writing down your nights etc. etc. It is to this day the farthest I have ever gone to have sex
with a girl lol. Lots of lots of things I would do differently nowadays... My mindset is very shaky and
I'm barely grounded in my own reality... but you know what, who cares? I took massive action and all
the pieces slowly clicked... it ignited a fire in me... A fire that would never end to burn. Would I do all
this again though? Fuck yeah, it's all about the adventure!
I kept these stories as pure and unedited as possible. - just like I wrote them back then. About some of
it my opinions differ now, some of it I would do differently now but I kept it to depict my inner change
accurately.
Additional comments that I added now are kept in brackets []

Perfect 10 Gets Sexual On Government Buildings

Preliminaries
So much shit. So. Much. Shit. Having been thrown at me. This is one massive story about a totally
gorgeous girl from Mexico and a motherfucking Odyssey I went through. Did I overcome? Did I
manage to engage in a beautiful experience with that wonderful, stunning girl? In other words, did I
have sex with her? Or did I try everything, go so far to reach nothing, nothing at all? You know what, I
won't tell you, you guys will have to find out. In any way, this FR (or LR?) is definitely worth to have
been written down, I learned so much about it and when I think back, some situations are just
ridiculous, not to mention the fun I had on the one hand and the pure desperation I felt on the other
hand... But enough talk, here we go:

The Approach
Ok seriously, the approach couldn't have been more random. It is yet another proof for the fact that the
approach simply does not matter. No matter how shitty you think you've done, it does not matter. We
are out on one of our typical rocking high energy Dupont nights. I can't quite recall exactly who joined
our funny group, but I remember Sammy, Eddy and me dancing around like the biggest douche bags
and Phil chillin around being in the zone as usual. Club Midtown is packed and we just have a blast,
high fiving everyone, jumping around, throwing our hands into the air, having an amazing time without
any alcohol involved. Suddenly this camera guy shows up and we decide to pose awesomely for a
picture. Seconds earlier I noticed this stunning girl dancing next to us. Black hair, amazing face, a
perfect, simply perfect body, couldn't be tighter, wearing a mini cocktail dress and high heels. She's out
of my league. Yeah, I know, that thought. 2 years into Pick Up and I still feel that every once in a
while. She's too hot for me, I'm not that kind of guy. Fuck. Yet, my mood couldn't be more self amused
and energetic. We have been goofing around all night, having a blast at whatever we do. Sammy was
amogging the shit out of every dude he saw, he literally blasts their attraction to the ground hooking the
girls of almost every mixed set. I remember that moment when I decided his methods are awesome and
that I am totally going to steel them :D. We have been turning every single venue into a fucking party.
Thanks guys, you rock, btw! =) So we are somehow posing for this picture, Gorgeous dances
conveniently close to me. I reach for her neck, sidehug her and pull her next to me, posing with her.
She likes it, finds it funny. I didn't expect that, haha. I'm glad I am able to have at least a nice DHV
photo with an absolute stunning girl. Funny how I even feel that this would be enough for me. She
smiles at me, we dance a little, our hands touch, we small talk a bit. I can easily isolate her, go in for
the Kiss Close after talking to her for 2 minutes. I know she's on, but she blocks the kiss close and
suddenly pays me less attention. I decide to not invest anything more and bounce. We sarge through the
rest of the club and as I am leaving I see her again. She's not smiling at me anymore, I still want her
number. "I don't have a phone here!" She's from Mexico and an AuPair here. Yeah right, no phone
here, what a lame excuse. "But you can type your number into my friend's phone!" Haha, yeah right, I
have been there, girls never do the first step and text...whatever, I have nothing to lose so I type in my
digits and say bye. Too bad, she was so fucking hot...
I forget her, admittedly, she's basically just one of hundreds of sets I am doing this week...
Her Follow Up
Over a week passes by as my phone vibrates. "Hey Max! How are you doing? It's X, we met at
Midtown, do you remember me?" Wtf. I'm sitting at the gym, being pumped as fuck and then this. A
girl like her actually does the first step and texts me? Limiting Belief destroyed, scattered on the sweaty
ground of a badly ventilated downtown gym... Now, I would have understood it if I had done the
dankest most awesome approach ever. She would have given me the anime eyes, would have promised
to text me. But I didn't, she didn't, the approach was nothing but a funny, little, short interaction.
Almost no sexual vibe, no good connection, no fun. Yet she still texted me. Hm...
Too bad I have a shitty flip phone here and am not able to access our conversation history. Our texting
is awesome. She is so into me that I literally start to think that this is a fake number and some dude is
having a hell of a blast making me think she's into me. Haha, yeah, the self esteem when it comes to
perfect girls... She flirts the shit out of me, gives me compliments, even laughs at the shittiest jokes I
ever brought. I remember one text in which she asks me what I was being up to. I text something like
"just the usual stuff, studying, working out, watching Disney movies", the last point obviously being a
joke, she replies something like "OH MY GOD! I love Disney movies! You're so cool! What's your

favorite movie?!" I crack up, this is so much fun. She soon suggest to hang out as soon as she gets back
from New York. Sure, we can do that! We decide to meet up and check out some of the awesome
Washington monuments on a Saturday, about a week ahead. During that week she keeps texting me,
asking if it's really happening and how my days are going. Weird, it's going far too well, haha. She asks
me about my facebook, I give her my full name, knowing that my profile is THE DHV machine and
will certainly value the shit out of me. She loves it, compliments on my pictures and is obviously
impressed.
It could have never been the approach, the interaction or anything else. Maybe the fact that I was
having a blast and radiating massive amounts of good vibe at the club, but who knows...
The Date - May the Shit Begin
The day has come and she texts me one more time to make sure I'll be there. Of course I will, punctual
as usual. I wish I could say the same of her. She keeps me waiting, 20 minutes, texts me that she's
gonna be late. 30 minutes, 50 minutes, over an hour. She's gonna be here in 10 minutes. She's so sorry!
I tell her she needs to buy me a drink now. She claims to buy me 200 drinks, tons of exclamation
marks. Finally, 70 minutes too late she fucking shows up, I'm pissed but stay chill. I'm on the phone
with Eddy when we meet up at the Smithsonian Metro Stop. Eddy is cool on the phone and says hi. We
immediately have a good conversation topic talking about the night we met. I tell her I want to see the
Capitol and we decide to head that way (which is, btw, an unexpected long walk!). The sun is going
down behind us, beautiful how the phallic Washington Monument penetrates the orange sky, flanked
by numerous planes descending to the Reagan National Airport... She is fucking gorgeous, dressed in
tight jeans, her perfect black hair down over her graceful back. She is wearing sneakers. I repeat, she is
wearing fucking sneakers. My fellow wings in Vienna know what that means. She's my kind of girl,
exactly my kind of girl. Her looks can't be better. She looks amazing. In addition, she is one of these
girls I have barely had before: She wears a lot of makeup, obviously takes care about a lot of superficial
values, call it shallow if you want. I know this kind of shallowness is not really an attractive value
system, but somehow she is representing that particular kind of girl I was never able to have.
Triggering attraction in smart girls with a good sense of wit and clear cut goals in life was never hard
for me. But somehow I was never good at hooking these "disco girls". Never. However, she was one of
them. She's wearing sneakers, for God's sake! That's the icing on the gorgeous girl cake.
Me, the Superhero
We reach the capitol, during our 30 minute walk I did a lot of kino, held her hands occasionally, made
fun of her and kept the mood awesome. She invests and I'm okay with that. The pool in front of the
Capitol is a really nice scenery and there's not a lot of people. I step on the edge, take her hand and pull
her up too. She stands next to me and does a lot of kino. She feels my muscles through my thin shirt,
her body being turned to me. I really start liking her a lot. It's going well. Suddenly I hear something
right behind me. A girl is screaming, she seems in panic. It only lasts a second. I turn around. Behind
me are two Asian girls, leaning over the edge. In the corner of my eye I see something white sliding
down the edge. It's one of the Asian's phones. A smartphone. Looks expensive. Plop. It slides right into
the water. Both girls are yelling. Her awesome, brand new Samsung Note 2. There it goes, right into
the pool in front of the Capitol. I am well aware that the water isn't really deep so I decide to go for it.
Totally calm and cool I hand my sunglasses to Gorgeous, "Hold on a sec, I got this." I pull up my
sleeve and reach into the water. Dipping into the cold water all the way up to my shoulder, I can see the
white object resting peacefully on the ground. I grab it, get it out and hand it over to the Asian girl.
Both girls are looking up to me, giving me Anime eyes. They can't believe it. I'm their hero, they shout

out full of joy, thank me at least 20 times. "No problem, make sure to dry it well before you use it
again." I turn away from them. Gorgeous is standing there with a dropped jaw. "You are so amazing!"
Haha, it was actually really no big deal, but that whole situation rocketed my value and I was glad I
could do something good.
We leave the pool and start heading back. I decide to go for the kiss close. She blocks but keeps
touching me. Not now, I see. I go for it at least 3 more times. Block. But I relax. We keep walking
back, it has turned dark pretty fast and the whole area is almost empty. We walk through the dark,
passing a street light every now and then. I hold her hand, tell her she should speak Spanish cause I
want to hear what it sounds like. Just anything. She starts talking. I stop abruptly, "that sounds so
sexy..." pull her towards me and kiss her. We make out, keep going. She asks me where we're heading.
"We just gonna be spontaneous and walk wherever we feel like!" I feel she likes the idea and I like her
for being open minded and spontaneous too, which is very important for me in a girl.
We pass a carousel and make fun of the fact that there is one awesome dragon to ride on, surrounded by
lame regular horses. I push her against the fence and make out heavily. She likes the rougher attitude, I
lick her neck, her knees start shaking a little bit and she moans. Holy shit, she really likes it. We keep
going, pass a really nice flowerbed. A minute earlier I established the frame that tonight is a good
night, we're young, spontaneous, free, don't have much responsibility. We can do whatever we want,
let's be crazy! She likes the tulips. I tell her she should steal one. She hesitates but soon thinks it's
funny, she tries to pick one but instead pulls out the whole thing, we crack up and laugh together.
The Most Random Romantic Place in DC
We keep walking, soon pass a small street that is turning into a dark corner. It is barricaded. No Entry.
Hm... I want to go there. "Hey, let's be crazy, let's go there!" She hesitates, negates. I have two choices,
either give by or just walk in and hope for her to follow me. I jump over the barricade and enter the
restricted area, she keeps yelling behind me. I turn around, she's still standing there, obstinate to not do
something illegal. I just keep walking, keep walking, I am almost out of sight, it's dark outside. I turn
around, she's following me. Achievement unlocked! It's a really cool building complex, lots of green
areas, some stairs, completely empty, nobody there. I take her up the stairs, push her against a wall,
heavy make out, again, her knees shake and she moans. We take more stairs until we arrive at a really
nice, hidden, green roof patio. We're above the streets of Washington DC, the Monument in eye sight,
the moon shining his white light over the rooftops. I sit her on some rock that is still warm from the
afternoon sun, even hours later. It's getting kinda windy and the temperature is falling. She's at least
wearing a cardigan, I am only wearing my thin long-sleeved shirt with the right half still soaked from
the Samsung-rescue mission.
Logistics
A short flash back to a few hours before the date. I'm brainstorming about how I want it to go.
Logistics. Strategy. I live in the center of the DC, which is pretty advantageous, but still would prefer to
not lay there since I share a big living room with 2 roommates and an adjacent bedroom with 2 more,
so logistically it would be very hard to get some privacy. But the weather is super nice outside and
warm, so I decide to fuck her somewhere outside, thus the date starting in the evening and being set at
the monuments, where I figured a lot of hidden places could be found. Why I wanted to fuck her right
on the first date? Haha, why not! I've been going for a two date routine for quite a while and have

gotten many nasty flakes after superb first dates with heavy make out. So I decided to switch to a one
date routine, which is far more effective.
Blocks, blocks, so much blocks
Back at the roof patio. I escalate a lot and she is horny. However, I get blocked the shit out of my mind
whenever I try to go for her pussy. I almost "forced" to throw in massive deep rapport between the
physicality. Note, I am the shit at rapport and can feel how she soaks up every word I tell her, being
more and more attracted to me. However, she keeps fucking blocking. I am too horny, no masturbation.
I start opening my pants. "Whaaaat theee fuuuuck?! What are you doing?!?! Are you crazy?!?!" I keep
smiling, don't give a shit, I drop my pants and pull her hands to touch my dick through my boxers. She
feels it, likes it and starts rubbing. I reward her with some neck teasing, she loves it, I touch her pussy
(through pants only), she goes crazy. "What if there are cameras?!" Note that we are most likely on
some kind of federal building, the area must be full of cameras... and yep, just behind Gorgeous I spot a
nice little camera hanging down only about 30 feet behind her, clearly able to have us in view. "Nah,
there's no cameras around, don't worry!"
Mother Nature Striking
I drop my boxers, she's soon ok with that too. Fuck yeah, nothing's gonna stop me now. NOT. I go for
her pants, block, rapport, she gives me the anime eyes, block, rapport, anime eyes, deep connection,
block, block. This is too much shit, what the fuck is wrong with her?! She asks if we could lay down in
the grass instead of uncomfortably standing/sitting here on the rock. So that's what she was
uncomfortable with! Nice, sure we can lay down! We lie next to each other, I start going for her pussy
again. Again, block. Ah come on! I don't ask her what's wrong, I never do. I always just keep up a good
and funny mood and just calm myself down with the knowledge that "no" ALWAYS just means "not
now". But this time I'm pretty close to actually asking. I just look at her and she answers my
questioning look. "Uhm...I really have to pee!" Haha, she makes me laugh pretty hard and I tease her a
little bit. We're so far from any public bathroom, so I suggest she should just pee somewhere behind the
bushes. I promise I won't make fun of her and won't look/listen, haha. But she still doesn't want to,
which I almost understand. Oh well, damn it, guess we have to leave this awesome, remote fuck
location and go find some public bathroom for the girl.
We leave the patio and go down on the other side. She mentions the cameras again. "I'm sure there
were cameras who filmed what we were doing!!!" I decide to reframe. "Haha yeah, probably. We'll
most likely find ourselves in tons of Youtube videos and we're gonna be internet celebrities!" She loves
the idea and we joke about it. She still has to pee though and I can feel how she's getting nervous. We
reach the street level and see 2 people smoking outside of one of the building's entrances. I approach
them and ask politely if there is any possibility that they could let Gorgeous use the bathroom in the
building behind them. The man and the woman are wearing suits that look incredibly expensive. Only
now do I notice the mass of security in the entrance behind them. Cops, people with guns, guards,
metal detectors. Like a fucking airport. It's about 1am, what the hell are they doing here? I read the
letters above the entrance "Federal Department of Emergency", haha, oops. I have to smile on the
inside since my girl having to pee is some kind of emergency too. The guy looks at me, not even trying
to look friendly. "No, you can't go in there." For obvious reasons. He looks annoyed, leans in and tells
me with a very demanding tone: "But if I were you Sir..." his face lights up a little and his eyes become
more friendly "I would just tell her to pee behind some bushes here!" Haha, I crack up telling him that I
just told her the same. We laugh a little and he suggests the closest bathroom which is, quite a walk
away, in front of the Washington monument.

A Light in the Dark

We reach it, she makes it. I take a piss too. I use the pause to break down my logistics: I have had a
pretty much perfect spot to full close, however she always had a reason not to let me feel her pussy.
Now I'm deprived of that awesome remote place and have to find something new... I'm getting nervous.
Think, Max, think. I can't come up with a good idea, I just can't. It's late, I'm cold and horny, I'm done
with being the leader, trying to full close so badly...
She comes back, smiles at me. Eddy, Phil, Sammy have been texting me, it's a fucking Saturday and we
want to hit Dupont tonight. I have the feeling it is not gonna happen. Gorgeous tells me she lost her
earrings. I notice she's not wearing them any more... oops, that must have been my neck kissing
action... suddenly an idea flashes into my mind...brilliant! "Oh my god, that was totally me, I'm so
sorry! Come on, we have to find them! They're probably still at the patio!" She says it's okay, they
weren't that precious. But I "insist" on finding them and giving them back to her.
FUCK YEAH, best excuse to go back to the FC location, haha. We go back, reach the spot, the shit
starts all over again. I escalate, soon have my dick out again, she jerks me off really well (two hand
technique for the win), she stares at my cock lustily and I can tell how horny she is, especially when I
make out with her, wilder, more furious, I'm starting to get more and more uncontrollably horny.
More Shit Coming! Straight From New York
Yet, she keeps blocking her pussy. It's getting really cold, the fact that I opened my shirt and let her run
over my abs is not helping. I don't care, just want to fuck her. Her ass is so fucking hot, her tits the
perfect size, her flat perfect stomach is insane, her face drives me crazy, she is so beautiful. I rapport
the shit out of her, thinking that's the only reason left why she's still uncomfortable with sex. "I know
you are beautiful, you are being told that regularly, but what's underneath the looks, what is left when
you come home, take off your clothes and remove your make up? Tell me something I don't know!"
She likes the idea and tells me something I really don't know: "I'm not from DC!" No, not even from
Maryland or Virginia, she's from fucking NEW YORK. So, you came all the way here to see me? Oh
my god, so cute! She tries to defend herself telling me that she also visited some friends here earlier,
but the fact that we spent the last hours together clearly speaks volumes. I met her in a club in DC
because she just happened to have visited a friend here. She actually lives in New York. She is so into
me, took a bus all the way to DC just to see me, wow, how cute is that. However, my second thought
went into a completely different direction...
"So where do you sleep tonight then?" Her bus leaves at 8am in the morning, until then she's practically
homeless. Haha, the idea is somehow funny, but I soon realize that I now somehow have an obligation
to provide her with a place to sleep. I can't just leave her here and go out with my friends while she has
no place to stay...dafuck. Plus, I REALLY have to fuck her THIS NIGHT, since she most probably
won't come down here again...
My third thought was again different. She's probably worried I would just leave her after having fucked
her, she is cold and has probably planned to stay at my place. She's most likely a romantic. Okay, she
can't stay at my place though. So it has to be a hotel. How do I frame the somewhat cheap and dirty
thought of checking into a hotel in the middle of the night. "Omg, I didn't know you have no place to
stay! Let's get you a hotel and...omg... I have a cool idea! I've always wanted to just check into a hotel
late at night, stay up all night, order XXL Pizza, eat in bed, robbing the mini bar, watching TV and

simply having a good time! Let's do this!" Her face lights up and she seems really happy all of a
sudden.
Dirty Hotel Sex
Awesome, dirty hotel Sex it is. I've always wanted to fuck a girl in a hotel, get really dirty and messy
and yeah, also eating some awesome pizza. Keeping the mood up, getting into a cab. Texting with my
"hotel guy", getting the address, entering the hotel. The guy behind the counter, is tall, fat and looks
super friendly. He welcomes us heartily and with a big smile, despite the ungodly hour of 2am. "Good
evening Sir, how are you doing?" I ask. "I'm doing very fine, thank you, Sir. How can I help you?" "Do
you still have a double room?"
He looks so friendly and I am so happy to finally being so close to fucking that super hot chick and
finally getting rewarded for all my work. My balls hurt from all the jerking off, I had to stop her several
times before cumming all over her. But now we are gonna have sex, so awesome, she's so hot, so into
me and I am so into her, she's really cool, I love her attitude... Back to the question, "do you have a
double room free?" The guy answers friendly as he is: "Oh, of course, absolutely...
Mother Nature Strikes Again
...NOT, we're completely booked, so is every other hotel in DC!" WHAT?! Dafuck, but you seemed so
happy! I'm somehow mad at the receptionist for fooling me into believing there is anything free. He
explains that the (god damn) Cherry Blossom festival attracts so many tourists and everybody is
coming to DC to see them. Oh my gosh, this is not happening. Is this mother nature flipping me off?
Who the fuck travels to a foreign city just to see some damn flowers blooming?! This is not happening.
I thank the guy and decide to sit down in the lobby with Gorgeous for a minute. She seems at least as
disappointed as I am, given the fact that she still doesn't have a place to stay...
We sit here, depressed, no more good vibes, we're tired, hungry, cold. I decide to give up on fucking
her and at least getting her a place to sleep. I tell her she could stay at my place but that I have
roommates and we probably won't be able to do anything apart from just sleeping there. She's fine with
it. Cab again. I text my roommate something like "bringing a girl home, is anyone at home?" He
doesn't answer. Damn it. We reach home, make out in the elevator, I manage to bring the vibe up again.
I start believing in laying that night again. We enter my apartment. I see the first corner, empty. The
second, empty. The third one, empty. Omg, awesome, no one is here! The fourth corner... my
roommate chilling in his bed, reading stuff on his laptop. God damn it! Why is this night giving me so
much shit! I introduce them to each other. Note that this roommate is from India, genuinely the nicest
person on earth, really polite, really easy going.
Shit Shit
I have an idea. An idea that could probably save my night. YES, this is it! There is a nice laundry room
in the basement of the apartment building, it's always empty, even during the day. It's fucking 3am, no
chance anyone will be there at this time. "Uhm, I think I forgot my laundry downstairs, let's go get it..."
The excuse even sounds stupid to me, haha. This is so going in to a Field Report, is what I'm thinking.
She awkwardly follows me back to the elevator. There is of course, no fucking laundry of mine down
there. "Hm... guess it is upstairs and I didn't look well enough..." I start escalating, we make out, she
moans, I let her massage my cock, open my pants, strong protesting, the place is too public for her.
Luckily enough, there is a bathroom right next to the laundry room. No idea why, but there is one and

of course, you can lock the door, complete privacy. Granted, not really classy, but at least private, YES,
I'm gonna fuck her there! She's definitely horny enough, she loves me, we have perfect connection, it's
warm (no complains possible), it's private (no complains possible either), she doesn't have to pee,
everything set! I take her by the hand and pull her into the bathroom. We enter it, she screams. I notice
why. It smells like shit. Literally. Someone took a massive dump in the toilet! The shit is still in there,
no one flushed! It's ugly as fuck and the smell is nauseating. She runs out of the bathroom,
understandably. God damn it. Did I just really get cockblocked by a guy who took a shit hours ago?
DO YOU EVEN FUCKING KNOW WHAT YOU JUST DID?! I try to maintain my humor, despite all
the shit (metaphorical and proverbial) I've been thrown at this night. I flush the toilet and go back to the
laundry room. We make out for a while and I wait until the smell has vanished. We enter the bathroom
again, it's ok now. I escalate again, my cock in her hands again, she jerks me off, is horny as fuck, I'm
almost cumming, have to stop her. She won't let me get her pussy. What the fuck. "It's so dirty in
here..." Okay, got it. Omg, she really just can't chill out and get fucked, no she needs hundred per cent
comfort. Guess it has to be our room then...
Awesome Roommate Shit
So here we stand on the one end of the room, my roommate on the other end. "Dude, I texted you
earlier, did you get it?" is what I say to my roommate when we get back. He tells me he has another
number when texting. I awkwardly text him to his new number, while having Gorgeous standing next
to me. I text: "Dude, I wanna bang this chick, she's really cool and only here for today, could you
maybe give us some privacy? It won't take long! haha" He is really helpful and understanding, we both
have to hide our smiles. This whole situation is just too awkward in a funny way. "Give me a second to
figure something out, also, let me talk to the others (roommates) in the bedroom," is his response. I
awkwardly show her some stuff on my laptop, her face obviously asking what the fuck I am doing?
Roommate goes to the bedroom to talk to the other guys, they're talking in Indian. He finally texts me
back. "You got 30 minutes I will just go outside. The guys in the room won't come out, lock the
apartment door behind me. Have fun!" He now awesomely fakes a phone call and walks out, telling us
way too obviously that he won't be back for about 40 minutes, haha. So obvious and I'm pretty sure
Gorgeous is aware of that.
Full Close? - Mother Nature's Ace
Ok, finally, privacy, it's warm, we're save, it's not dirty, it's not cheap. She wants the dick, I know it,
she's been wanting it the whole night. Now she has all the comfort too, so gogogo! We lay down in my
bed. She's evidently super comfortable now. I escalate quickly, massage her pussy from the outside, I'm
completely naked within seconds. She likes it, jerks me off. Sexy time! I go for her pussy she's less
resistant. She asks me if there is no one coming out of the bedroom. I tell her they are asleep and won't
come out, promise. She's good. I escalate further, block. Still. Still. WHAT THE FUCK?! I can't hold it
back anymore, I have to verbally ask her. I stop escalating, stop the music, stop the vibe. "Ok girl, be
honest, what is wrong with you?" "I can't. I just can't, I want to, but I can't...today..."
I finally get it. I finally know what is wrong, what has been wrong with her all night. It was not the
cold, not the public, not the comfort, not the rapport...IT WAS FUCKING MOTHER NATURE.
Again. In all her power. "You mean, girl problems...once a month?" "Yes."
She is on her period. RAGE. PURE RAGE. I can't believe it. How could I not have seen this?! Here I
am now, after an 8 hour first date, after 7h30minutes of pure escalation, overcoming obstacles like the

natural urge to pee, cold, logistics, hunger, thirst, the city of New York, a way too nice receptionist, the
cherry blossoms, more cold, a pile of shit, roommates etc., defeated by mother nature's last ace up her
sleeve. I fought so hard, I was so brave, fearless and courageous. But at last I had to accept defeat.
I let her know that it's no problem and keep kissing her a little bit. She starts jerking me off again and I
decide to let her go all the way, since I don't masturbate anyway. I cum over half of my bed, haha. Such
a fucking mess. She is really impressed by the load and I feel it's too bad the stuff isn't on her...
I make us awesome fruit yoghurt, she loves it and I let her sleep in my bed and I sleep on a mattress in
the room. The next morning I bring her to a cab and say goodbye to her.
A few hours later she texts me that she had such an amazing time with me, that she really liked it and
hopes to come back to DC soon... Well, at least she still liked it...

PART II NEW YORK, NEW YORK

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This massive piece of epic story contains the sequel and the last chapter of the whole story, so to say.
Still, will I get laid or will I be too desperate, wrecked and fucked-up to go on? Will I eventually
succeed on a riding silver horse or will I face the biggest defeat of my life? Will this be a lay or not?
One thing is certain, I will fight hard and go beyond anything I have done for a lay before. I'm Luke
Jaywalker [My old PUA name haha] and this is one hell of a Field Report, containing massive amounts
of realizations and deep insights into my mind, private, surprising and valuable, either enjoy or don't
even start to read ;)
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The Big Fail Interlude

There's going to be so much sex!
She texts me, tells me that she's going to be in DC the coming weekend! What a surprise... She is super
flirty again and mentions that we should finally have fun at the hotel and hang out. All I think is fuck
yeah, nice...totally going to bang her the whole night in that hotel! I reply back in a more neutral way
than her, but do let her know I'm looking forward to seeing her. I book the hotel, nice double room,
check in on Saturday, check out on Sunday. The hotel is conveniently located in the center, near
Dupont Circle. But why did I really want to spend over 150 Dollars for one fucking night / for one
fucking girl? Well, first of all she's super hot and I really want to fuck her hard and several times during
those few hours. Always wanted to have awesome dirty hotel sex, remember? Second of all, hell the
fuck, if it doesn't work out I can still pull another girl to there from going out on that Saturday OR I
pull that super cute girl E., whom I met a few weeks earlier. All in all, I'm just happy to have a quiet
room with an actual bed for a good night's rest, instead of my 40$ wall mart mattress I've been sleeping
on for weeks now lol.
Aaand there goes the shit again
However, things soon turn out to not go as planned. Again. So much shit. She keeps texting me until
Saturday comes, we are planning to meet up at 1pm. She texts me her bus comes in later, okay, no

biggy, not her fault. Just before we are supposed to meet later, she texts me again. She has a "suuuuper
heavy backpack" and wants to bring it over to her friend first, we should meet up a little later and she
will let me know when she's ready. Oh oh, a dangerous situation, she's leading. I don't like that. Hours
later she texts me something along the lines of (again, I would have loved to recapitulate the whole text
conversation but yeah...flip phone): "Heeey, don't you think I forgot about you! I'm at my old host
family's house, we're gonna meet up soon!!! I really wanna see you!" blablabla. Yeah, whatever. The
way she texts is way too nice, the actual meaning of it way too bad. She's trying to play with me, trying
to manipulate me. That bitch. I have to think a lot about a former wing of mine. His mindset was a lot
like that, every word a girl said to him was a fucking lie in his reality. For him every girl was a soulless
demon whose only wish was to manipulate men and fuck their lives. While I never shared any of these
views I kind of start to understand his world view. Sometimes he had a point it seems...
She keeps delaying our meet up I text her that it's too bad since I actually planned the day to hanging
out with her and doing cool stuff (going to Museums, walking around spontaneously and yeah, fucking
her in the hotel where I had already checked in). Still, more delays. It's turning night and many of my
PUA friends want to go hit Dupont. Georgeous' plans have now reached a point where we go out
together and meet up at 10. I try to keep cool and had to change my frame from nice guy to player
again. I tell her she owes me a lot of drinks now since she kept delaying shit. Furthermore, I'm starting
to worry about the outcome of the night. She wants to go out and will most probably test me with a
thousand guys approaching her. Damn it, I start hating the situation. But okay, going out with her it
is...at least I have my awesome buddies with me. She responds that she is on her way and will pay me
so many drinks, whatever I want, she's looking forward to finally seeing me again etc. etc. Yeah,
whatever.
And then came the straw that breaks the camel's back: "I'm bringing a friend is that okay?" WHAT
THE FUCK. Why the hell would she like to bring a friend?! "But don't worry, she will mind her own
business! ;)" Fuck you bitch. Why am I being thrown at with so much shit again?! What a fail day
already! It's around 10pm and we still haven't met up. I regret having done nothing productive that
whole day since she kept holding me on a metaphorical leash, always letting me know a short time in
advance that we're going to meet up at a later point. Okay, relax man, stay positive and self-amused. I
text her back: "I hope she isn't pissed cause I will shamelessly make out with you next to her! ;)" A
good answer, I like it. She answers back and likes it. Nah, maybe I can turn this around...
Date equals weird night game experience
I meet up with Eddy a few minutes before 10, which is when Gorgeous and me decided to meet up.
Eddy is in a good mood as usual and is happy to help me with being a wingman for her friend. I'm glad
I can count on his help but decide to go solo first and then just let him know when I could use help. It's
10 and of course, she keeps me waiting. I get numerous texts saying a) we're on our way, b) where are
you, where do we meet, where is that? AND c) okay, we're actually on our way now and it still takes a
while for us to get there. I start (way too late) to not care anymore and decide to hit the Madhatter bar
with Eddy.
On our way there two guys cross our way. Eddy stops talking and looks at them as they pass by. "Hey,
I think those guys were PUAs!" I'm not quite sure why he thinks so but he's sure one of them is a coach
for a big dating company [I'm keeping this one private don't call out other PUA colleagues]. Wow,
that's pretty cool. After them. They're heading to Madhatter too, I ask Eddy about the guys real name.
Just as he is about to walk into the bar I yell "Hey X!" He turns around. Holy shit, it's apparently really

him. We introduce ourselves and shake hands. Off he walks into the bar. A minute later we're in there
too and smalltalk a little. He's here in DC doing a bootcamp (right now). He seems like a natural and
nice guy, open to have a conversation with us, friendly, cool. I like him, although his game is not any
different from that of a "normal" PUA. But maybe he's just casually hanging out, not being in the zone.
I don't know, I don't want to indulge in a big rant about PUA "gurus".
Gorgeous keeps texting and calling me, they're on their way, where the fuck is the meeting point
blablabla. She's finally there at the meeting point - Dunken Donuts across the street from our venue.
She and her friend are waiting, she's apparently pissed cause I don't lead them to the venue I have been
at so far. Why the hell is SHE pissed at ME? I am the one who should be pissed! haha. I go get them
telling Eddy to watch his phone for my texts. He is fully engaged into a conversation with the PUA
coach and is super psyched to talk to him - understandably.
I meet Gorgeous and her friend, somehow miss to kiss her on the lips when I greet her. Still, at least I
hook her friend quite easily. She is pretty gorgeous too and I can feel my chances rising, if I play the
game well enough and keep her friend hooked. I decide to go full player, since Gorgeous has been
giving me so much shit. A decision I will soon regret...
I decide to not let them into my social circle and only go out with the two of them. We hit the Lucky
Bar first, a nice and chill bar with food and drinks. They don't like it and before we can even sit down
in a cozy booth they want to leave. I have trouble maintaining my alpha frame but I convince them to
(at least) go hit the Madhatter with me and my friends, damn it.
I don't want to go too much into detail, but the evening sucks and sucks more. Although there's enough
of good PUAs with us at the Madhatter, none of them is able to hook Gorgeous' friend (whose name I
totally forgot, sorry, haha) well enough to keep her occupied. I have to deal with both of them pretty
much over the whole night. Eddy could have done it, he's awesome, but he's too busy hanging out with
that coach. It's okay, I totally understand his point of view.
We go to Midtown, there Gorgeous and her friend get a lot of approaches and she keeps ignoring me.
We make out every once in a while but I have trouble maintaining a good mood, I start hating the
evening, the music, myself. We get separated at one point, Gorgeous not making any effort to find me.
Her phone is dead. I decide to go and find her, which I do. But soon afterwards we lose each other
again. Hate, no fun, tired, hungry, horny as fuck. I paid that fucking hotel, it's after midnight and I
couldn't pull her so far. I decided to not mention the hotel yet since I didn't want any pressure on her.
Logistics are again not in my favor since Gorgeous going home with me would mean that her friend
would be on her own, a fact that Gorgeous probably would not want to be responsible for. [So chody of
me haha I do enjoy reading this now, years later...]
So here I am at the club Midtown, dancing alone, no idea where my target is, the mood is zero, far too
shitty to do any other approaches. On the other hand, another girl keeps texting me, she's at a party
close to her place. Earlier that day she had invited me and is now letting me know that I'm still
welcome to come. Good thing I can still pull her so I wouldn't pay for the hotel all in vain.
I do pay for the hotel all in vain. Yes, I lost that battle. I lost it so badly. The whole evening turns out
exactly the way I did not want it to be. I lost Gorgeous. Fuck that bitch. Fuck her. I'm sad and sick and

tired of it. What is worse, it's too late for that other girl to be pulled to Dupont and to the hotel. I waited
too long. I waited too long for Gorgeous, who - on that evening - actually has not deserved me. If I had
texted the other girl maybe 30 minutes earlier I could have still convinced her to come. But she's in bed
now, still on but too tired to come.

A light on the horizon

I lost the game. I wanted too much and lost it. I meet up with Eddy, who is still with that coach. Eddy
says good bye and I decide to hang out with the coach a little, expecting a miracle. He's still doing the
workshop with some dudes, none of them is doing anything mentionable. The coach has been drinking
the whole evening and has now reached a state that can indeed be described as intoxicated. He wants to
do strip club game and I as a "local" am welcome to join, if I show the group where the club is.
Kamelot (the strip club) luckily is close by and we go there. I sense the evening can still be turned
around. There is a guy completely passed out on the side walk, lying there face down, breathing
heavily. We walk by, no help. We reach the strip club. I always wanted to go there but never could
(forgot my passport one time where we actually wanted to go). They won't let us in, it's 2am and they're
about to close! What the fuck! One of the guys freaks out and throws his wallet against a parking car,
distributing its entire content of bills, cards and whatever random stuff all over the parking lot. Haha.
We go back to Midtown which is pretty much empty on three of three floors. The coach guy keeps
drinking, telling me how cool Eddy and I are. I do one set, who turns out to be a German/Austrian girl,
haha. She's into me and I isolate her. I want to go for make out but she's somehow in a relationship with
one of her group. I am way too tired to overcome that situation. I finally say good bye to the coach and
his crew and he invites Eddy and me for the second part of his work shop the next day, how nice of
him. I number close him. lol
No denial - My actions were wrong
I go back to the hotel. Tired, alone, sad. What a shitty night. I try to reflect what I could have done
better. Probably less player, more nice guy. But all in all I blame the situation, I just couldn't deal with
the time pressure, the constant reminder about the money I invested, the two girls being a group
"conspiring" against me. It was too hard, and I lost...
To be honest, I personally regretted how I couldn't deal with the situation and was pissed at myself that
I wasn't able to fuck this beautiful, gorgeous girl...
However, she texts me early the next morning saying something like "you forgot about me yesterday! :
(", which is also an indicator for me having acted too much player and not enough nice guy. I text her
back something neutral but nice "yeah too bad we got somehow separated!" Never mind, I learned
from it, even though I am sure that was my last chance. She leaves DC a couple hours later and I check
out of the hotel. Damn it, if I would have at least been able to pull the other girl... so much blame...all
to myself.
Moving forward
Okay, I'll do better next time. I get my shit together within one day and am able to regain a good state.
Make new plans, look ahead, keep working on yourself. One of my big destinations I have always
wanted to head to while I was here in DC is, of course, the Big Apple, the city that never sleeps, New
York. Now of course I could go there with friends from my stuy abroad program but, honestly, I don't

want to. This may sound harsh but I strongly believe that (most of the) Pick Up Artists are better
persons. They are more spontaneous, more open minded, more willing to have a crazy and memorable
time. So of course I want to hit NY doing PU and experiencing it from that side. A side that not many
people are able to experience. However, it would soon turn out that I would experience NY from a yet
completely different side.
I hit up our RSD Inner Circle Washington DC group. No one wants to join (big group fail btw haha). I
hit up the RSD Inner Circle New York. Over 200 members [back then, now it's over 1000 lol], a few
respond and are down to hang out and sarge. Granted, with only 4 days ahead, the whole thing might
have been a little too last-minute. I book a bus for convenient 80 dollars roundtrip and even find a nice
single room in Manhattan for only 60 bucks a night. What a great deal! Nah, I'll soon find out that it
isn't, not at all.
Gorgeous texts me again this week. Being on and flirty as usual. She casually asks me when I come to
New York. I smile inside and tell her that I actually plan on going this week end. She happily invites
me to meet up and hang out with her. Cool thing, I'm back in the game! I'm going to visit the greatest
city in the world and MAYBE finally get to fuck that gorgeous girl. All I have to do is invite her to my
hotel room and escalate, shouldn't be that hard.

Drugs and a PUA's mind - a short excurse

Friday comes, and being super tired, I somehow make it through work and class (I think I even skipped
class that morning) I was hanging out with a friend Thursday night. I tell him I wouldn't drink so he
casually invites me to smoke some weed. "Ah you are not drinking today because of your work out?
So, do you wanna smoke something?" Haha I'm definitely down for that! His roommate is a huge
pothead and soon we three stand in the bathroom smoking out of a glass pipe. I'm high as fuck. I'm
offered some Oreos with milk, best food ever. We hit the Sign of the Whale, a college bar/club and I
forget how to be normal. I have no idea what is social and what not. Am I being awkward by standing
around? Is it normal to dance to music? How do I say hi? Honestly, I'm overwhelmed with being in a
venue full of people. Interesting how smoking weed brought up what seems to be my biggest fear now:
Not being accepted. I know, weed can often have the effect of making people paranoid, bringing up
subconscious fears. I never knew that this would be one of my big fears. But considering the life style I
have been leading for the last couple of months, it does make sense somehow. My priority has
definitely been becoming more social, talking to more and more people, doing PU and hook more.
Eddy joins our group and I am thankful that he is here. I trust him with my thoughts and ask him to tell
me whenever I'm being awkward. I can control my state pretty well and manage to remain calm and
barely give a damn about what other people think. Still, every once in a while I have to pull myself
together that evening. Its funny how I oscillate between being that awkward dorky guy and being
completely in the zone, the shit, the player. Similar to the last time I was highly intoxicated by
Marijuana, I can physically feel how girls are attracted. I seem to be able to read their mind simply
through their body language. I can tell what they are about to say, I can feel what they are feeling.
Intimidating, somehow. Furthermore, I start to gauge the atmosphere that lies beneath an evening like
this, full of going out, drinking, partying, being social, but also full of expectation and pressure.
Sometimes I just stand on the dance floor listening to the intense music. Girls pass by me and I can feel
how I am EXPECTED to approach. I can feel the milliseconds they are resting their looks upon me. I
can feel how they would like me to talk to them (or not). Its weird, it feels too real. Is it only my
imagination? Is it only thoughts that reach the surface of my mind from deep down of my

subconscious, which has been undergoing steady change through all my efforts as a PUA, as someone
who improves his character? I dont know, but it is definitely something that makes me think several
days afterwards
Friday Friday!
I'm finally on the bus to the Big Apple. Gorgeous texts me and we make plans to meet up next day, on
Saturday, 1 pm or something. I tell her I would spend my night going out with my friends, who I am
(actually) planning on visiting. She doesnt know how vague those plans actually are, haha.
Suddenly it happens. The thing I was looking forward to for so long: The New York skyline. It appears
in the window, glowing in the night like a hundred suns. It is beautiful; the music I listen to intensifies.
Its amazing, I already love it. Im there, the big city, it feels somehow unnatural but good.
I get out of the bus, ask for directions to my hotel. Its around 1am and I finally arrive. The guy leads
me to the front desk, a hot chick, shes super nice (customer care I suppose) but flirts a little with me. I
think about gaming her after getting into my room, ask her when shes done for today and tell her she
should show me around the area maybe. (Full of clubs and cool venues, including what I think is a strip
club haha). But my room turns out to be shit. Pure shit. Before receiving the keys I already wonder why
I am told to please not do any phone calls in my room. Why the fuck is that, its my fucking single
room, why would it be an issue? But when I enter my single room I get an answer. Oh fuck. I enter
a big hall full of something like sleeping cabins. I enter mine. Its tiny as fuck. And by that I mean a
super small bed, small enough to sit in but too small to fully stretch in it. Next to it theres maybe one
square meter where you can stand. Barely enough room to put my bag on. The ceilingwell it doesnt
exist, it is open and I can hear people around me sleeping or moving in their beds. What. The. Fuck.
Haha, okay, thats why it was only 60 bucks a night. However, Im too tired and exhausted to
complain, the bed is clean and I will find some good night rest in it. Still, another hotel has to be found
tomorrow, asap. No going out tonight, that was a real mood killer. Gorgeous keeps texting me and
wants to meet up right away at my hotel the next day. Nice. I play it cool and tell her she should buy
me breakfast and we will have some in my room. She agrees and likes it. Good night.
That long, long date
I get up in the morning and feel great. Despite the fact that since around 7am I have been hearing an
estimated 20 alarms going off. Dozens of different people getting up at different times. At least 80 per
cent have an IPhone (same alarm tone). I book a double room at Holiday Inn La Guardia Airport, a 45
minutes from the center, in Queens, but less than half the price of the same kind of room on Manhattan
Island. I leave the hotel I will probably never forget and head out to see the big city during the day. It
feels great. I can check in at the new hotel 1, instead of 3, nice. The place is awesome and really comfy.
However, I got to leave right away since I dont want to be that late. Although Im already a good 20
minutes late, but Gorgeous will probably be too. Granted, as I get to know later on she has an almost 2
hour journey to New York, since she lives in Connecticut.
Just like that last Saturday in DC, Gorgeous keeps delaying our meet up. On the one hand, I start to
worry if its actually going to work out and I trust her less and less. On the other hand, Im glad to now
have the awesome opportunity to explore that hell of a city all by myself in the meantime. I told her we
are going to meet up at a really romantic and awesome place: The Times Square. Where exactly? The
headquarters of the New York Times. I walk around, looking at all the skyscrapers in awe. Im such a
tourist, haha, but I indulge in it. The barnboy in the big city, nice. I even do some sets, hell Im horny

as fuck and the HBs in NY are simply amazing! While doing this, I listen to Macklemores The Heist,
just like I have been doing since I left DC. What an amazing album and I will soon notice how much it
gets anchored to my amazing experiences here. Whenever I tune in to these songs I will constantly be
drawn back to walking amongst giant buildings, flashing lights, being smiled at and feeling awesome.
Gorgeous finally texts me, shes here. I go to the meeting point, shes not, haha. Probably at the other
side of the (huge) building, we coordinate a little and finally find each other. She gives me my
breakfast, an awesome Oreo cupcake, deliciouuuus! She immediately is on the phone rambling in
Spanish, how impolite, what the fuck. I remain cool and give her no attention. I feel my player side
coming out again as a respond to her lacking manners. Careful Max, chill out, you are not going to
make the same mistake again. I show her what I have been listening to, she loves Macklemore and we
foolishly dance around in the middle of Times Square, not giving a damn about the people passing by. I
have just previously discovered the Hard Rock Caf on Times Square and pull her there. We decide to
try a local beer and Im totally psyched about the exhibits they have there. Stuff from The Beatles,
Elton John, The White Stripes, and of course hundreds of guitars, Im in heaven. But Gorgeous cant
really relate and as she fails in several attempts to guess the song that was playing (Let It Be by the
Beatles anyone?! :D) I start doubting how I attracted Im actually are towards her, haha. I go to the
bathroom and come back to 2 more beers, that she had just ordered, damn it, I gotta pay for those, plus
Im not really seeking on getting drunk. I actually get nervous since I want to pull her as quick as
possible, especially after she drops the next bomb on me telling me that she is going to meet up with a
friend at 7 its after 3 right now, gogogo! Both of my phones batteries are about to die and Im happy
to have such a lame (but at least true) excuse to pull her to my room.
She agrees, even though with some hesitation. Never mind. Were on the subway and I can maintain
good vibes, neg her and make her laugh. We enter the hotel room and I give her some rapport to not
make her feel dirty or awkward. I succeed and we soon indulge in heavy make out getting more and
more sexual.
Escalation - The War
I decide to just keep escalating without getting side tracked. However, it turns out to be such a fight
again. This time, however, Im about to find out why; why she has been delaying everything and
behaving a little weird. Its all going to be revealed. But before, I still have to fight an escalation battle
that almost drives me crazy. We make out, I go for a pussy (pants on) she loves it, no resistance. I open
her pants, block. I open my pants. I massage her pussy again, still with her pants on, she blocks. Her
friend calls her, I play it cool and do stuff on my laptop. Phone conversation over, escalation again,
open pants, block, freeze out, open pants, block, freeze out, phone call, playing cool, freeze out, open
pants block. Its going on like this forever, she keeps talking in Spanish on the phone. I have no idea
whether shes actually making necessary plans with her friend or just keeps talking random shit just to
make fun of me. Ahhh the self esteem again. I finally have my hands in her pants and massage her
pussy over her panties, shes going crazy, starts to moan, jerks me off, I go crazy too. My balls are
hurting. She blocks again though, again, a phone call. What the fuck. The phone calls are getting longer
and I even have troubles doing my freeze outs. At some point I just leave the room and hang out in the
hallway, just to deprive myself from her. I turn more and more towards player mode. I come back shes
still on the fucking phone. Ok, enough. The freeze out thing doesnt work as I want it to be, I have to be
more sexual, make her horny. I rip her my phone (shes been using it, since hers died again) out of her
hands, she resists strongly and yells at me. I throw my phone away, she starts breathing heavily. I make
out with her, go for her neck, her knees start to shake. I push her on the bed, she likes it, I am on her,

making out, going for her pussy again. Almost 2 hours have passed since we entered the room. Hands
under her pants, she loves it. Hands under her panties, she loves it, finally. Fuck yeah! She loves it, but
soon blocks. What the fuck is wrong with her?! All I want to do at this point is fuck her.
I regain my cool. Im not sure anymore whether I ask her or she just starts talking by herself. I feel she
wants it but is just not sure. I dont want you to see me that way I guess shes referring to being an
easy girl. I give her the Sex is natural and nothing to be ashamed of speech. She opens up a little bit.
I get off of her and the questions start: When was the last time you had sex? About a month ago
That is a lie. I fucked that Asian girl a week before, but I know she couldnt bear that. I ask her the
same. Six months ago, with her back-then boyfriend now I get it. It all adds up now and I finally
have the complete picture of her: She may seem like a very outgoing and confident person, but on the
inside shes just a little girl that wants to be loved and that is terribly afraid of being hurt. Shes not a
player, she needs a person to love, not to fuck. Thats why she has been giving me such a hard time,
thats why the player attitude didnt work on her. Shes just an insecure, little girl. Now it all makes
sense. The conversation gets very intimate and she opens up a lot to me. I am understanding and listen,
fully abandoning the player attitude. I emphasize again how sex is not a bad thing at all and how theres
nothing wrong with two people who really liking each other having sex. Shes not on birth control and
doubts the effectiveness of condoms, wow, never had that before. Will you even call me again - Of
course I will! Look, I want to have sex with you because I think youre awesome! I dont want sex with
every random girl. Me wanting you is a huge compliment! And if you think that Im one of those then
you really havent learned anything from hanging out with me and I actually see it as an insult! She
tries to justify her question and apologizes, cute. What if you have any diseases? I tell her I got tested
(kinda) recently and it calms her down. After thinking about it for some more seconds I burst out
laughing. Actually, what the fuck is that question?! Do I look like I have any diseases?! What about if
YOU have any?! I say it in an exaggeratedly annoyed tone, obviously making fun of her. She gives in
and finds it funny too. That was the breaking point. Were both connected on such a deeper level now. I
feel, no, I know I can fully escalate now. I tell her I want her to spend the night with me and stay at the
hotel with me. She gives me the anime eyes, she's been waiting for being invited, I guess it meant for
her to not seem like a slut.
I put on some music, we listen to the Ghostbusters soundtrack several times in a loop, she wants to
listen to some of her favorite songs, I let her choose, she should feel comfortable. I make her horny
again, pull down her panties, pull over the condom and start to full close her. She tells me to close the
curtains and make it darker...
She feels amazing, so tight, so warm. Her beautiful perfect body feels so right underneath me. She is
fragile and her skin is soft. Her beautiful face is indulged in lust, her eyes are closed, she is shy. We
listen to Macklemore's the Heist. I dont fuck her hard, sometimes it still hurts her and thats fine with
me. She asks me not to come inside her, Im okay with it. Too bad I am way too horny from all the
hand jobs and cant really fuck her the way she deserves it (yet). But honestly, at that time I was just
happy to enjoy the girl I thought I could never get.
Frame Work - Rebuild Into Happiness
I come all over her flat belly. Wooow, post coital hormone rush. While I am super happy and totally
high. She seems pissed and totally closes off. I immediately know why; she has regrets. I try to connect
again and frame her into the mood she had just before we fucked. I dont succeed. I let her pout, since I
want to enjoy my moment. Minutes later shes still very mad and I can see how she starts hating

herself. She gets dressed up complaining that she ditched her friend (it is far after she was supposed to
meet her, probably around 8). I get dressed up too and know how to reframe her. Hey look, theres
absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, we both really liked it and I like you so much more now than
before! Her frame starts to crumble. I know I have to show her that I actually also want to hang out
with her, not only fuck her. And hey, look at me, look me in the eyes! Can you answer me a question?
A very important one? She looks up into my eyes, giving me the full anime eyes, so cute. Where are
we right now? At a hotel No, more general, where are we right now? What city? Uhhmm New
York? No. We are in the Greatest. City. On. Earth. The Big Apple, the City that Never Sleeps! And
what are we doing? Sitting around here, not doing shit! Omg, lets get out and experience the big city
lights! Lets be spontaneous, walk around, go shopping, climb up the Empire State Building!!! Her
face lights up, she starts smiling over her entire face. I got her. I totally got her.
During the last hours I've been receiving texts from several PUAs from the area. Everyone of them
bailed on me, haha. Seriously, wtf, I've just been flaked by at least 5 people, if it wasn't for Gorgeous I
would have spent the whole weekend alone here, haha.
We're both in an awesome mood, let the adventure begin! Her friend also bails on her, haha we've both
been bailed by all of our friends. We walk to Times Square, post-coital hormones hit me again. I'm in
the zone. We check out everything cool on our way, street artists, stand food, high buildings, funny
people, hey let's shamelessly make out in public! We stop at a streetlight make out shamelessly, a guy
walks by "get a room!!!". We keep walking, we experience all the lights at night, it's beyond
comparison. We hit an M&M store, I text with another girl, whenever Gorgeous is not looking, we buy
stuff including a bag full of several sorts of M&Ms for 15 (!) Dollars, haha. They play awesome music
in the store we act as if it was a club, I sing along, one guy joins in, I give him a distant high 5, still in
the zone pimpin'. We keep eating the candy, walk around, have pictures taken from us, take pictures of
more cool stuff, a Halo guy, a toy store with dinosaurs, more candy, minutes rush by, hours pass by like
minutes, it's getting late, our feet hurt and we start getting tired, really tired, it must be around 2am
when we decide to head home.
I get up earlier the next morning, get ready, still want to fuck her at least once today. It's hard to wake
her up haha, but I do end up fucking her, against the desk, doggy style, facing a mirror, I tell her to look
into it and see how beautiful she is, I pull her hair, she only looks for a second before she looks down
again, she's too shy. Later on I keep complimenting her on her beauty, she likes the, correction, loves
the superficial compliments, cool..
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Epilogue
Sometimes a lay is just so incredibly hard to get and you feel like all your repertoire has to be entirely
revised or even overthrown. But guess what, I learned more through these experiences then barely
before and I am happy to have walked every extra mile. Never give by, always give everything! As
long as you dont drop or break any of your believes its totally fine. Believe in your reality and go
beyond your boundaries. Every day. In the end theres always a light, or in that case a beautiful pussy ;)
Ah, and remember my shitty approach? What's your excuse next time...?

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