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This LR (from Saturday) concludes my adventure in Orlando. Hopefully I will have time to also write up another LR, an outing report (with Defixon), and some interesting FU/SPs from the past week. (**The computer lab at this community college is closing early, so these will still be delayed.) On with the story.... Friday I went to Downtown Disney which is basically a shopping/dinning/entertainment complex right outside Disney World. It's free to park and walk around and window shop. There are clubs and concert venues and theaters and lots of people. Seems mostly like a tourist and teen hangout. I had met this particular HB from Ohio and we walked about and shared laughs. If making chicks laugh were the goal, I'd be on top of my game. Anyway, she was down here to see a guy friend and we eventually parted ways. But the socializing and connecting was fun. I went into the Virgin Megastore and did a couple approaches in this high-energy state. Like, "Oh my god, I can't believe they have this CD! This is the best CD ever!" While picking up a lame CD and bugging the target about why she doesn't have it or hasn't heard of it or whatever. After three of these approaches and no bites, I felt like a jack-ass. Decided to tone it down a bit. This red-headed cutie comes in and I watch where she goes. She's looking for a particular artist and I can see a tattoo above her ass as she sways down the isle. I walk up and stand next to her as she is picking up a CD. I pick up a different copy of the same CD and I look at it as if I am reading the track titles or something. She, of course, has noticed me in her proximity and sees that I picked up the same CD. I turn to face her and say, "Hey, I just thought you were cute, so I wanted to see what CD you picked out. You know, like to see if we had musical taste in common. I'm GoneSavage." I extend my hand for the introduction. She has to switch the CD to her other hand to shake mine, smiles, and she tells me her name. Same name as the other chick I had just been hanging with. Interesting. I say, "If you had picked out something really lame, I would probably just tease you. But this... this artist (Sarah Brightman) I have never heard of. Tell me about her." So she tells me about how she has seen her so many times, how she saw the performance that was recorded in Vegas for the live CD, how I should give it a listen, etc. I say, "Cool, lets go find one of those listening stations and I'll check it out." And I take the CD and look for a station to scan it into and she follows me. All the stations are occupied. I tell her to burn me a "super mega-mix" CD and she laughs and
says OK. I ask her questions about where she works (actually in Disney World) and what she does and what she likes about it. One of her jobs is that she is a character -- Ariel, the Little Mermaid! She dresses as a mermaid and has her photo taken with visitors. She tells me that she is obsessed with this character/movie. I ask if that is what her tattoo is of as well. She says yes. (I'm thinking about anonymity in LR's. Like how we don't post the HB's names or details that would clue anyone into the specifics of the interaction. Hmm... I think I could leave out specific details, the story would be weak, and if she came across the community, she would still recognize a post about her. With that being said, I think I'll just email this to her. She can check it for accuracy.) Anyway, she tells me that she is waiting for friends to meet her at the theater next door. I ask about the movie they are going to watch. A guy calls her to let her now he is there. Since her call was brief, and she now has her phone out, I just tell her to type in my number. She does. I tell her to call it. "Right now?" "Sure, I need to make sure you typed it in right." My phone doesn't ring, and I say, "See..." And she suggests that it is because we are inside the store. We walk out, my phone rings, and I answer and chat (on the phone-while standing right next to her) like we are great friends. (Like, ―Hey what‘s up, where are you at?…‖) She plays along. She says, "There're my friends." It is a guy and a girl. She makes no move to introduce me. HB: "So when are we going to hang out?" GS: "How about tomorrow?" HB: "Good, that's my day off!" GS: "How about we meet around lunch time, I have plans later." HB: "Well, I have to take my dog to the vet in the morning. But I'll call you around 11:45." GS: "OK. Nice to meet you. Enjoy your movie. We'll have fun tomorrow..." (But you'll see that I wasn't congruent to anything above. I forgot she mentioned that she had a dog. I also gave up my night-game sarging to be with her. It was worth it.) Day 2 She did not call at 11:45. BUT she DID call at 7:45PM. I didn't even bring it up. We had no solid plans so it wasn't like a flake. It was her idea to call me, whatever, no big deal either way. I wasn't needy or dependent on an outcome. Actually, I thought it was cool that she called at all. It's ON! I'm just casual like, "Oh hey, good to hear from you, how was your day?" I tell her that I am at this cool park. I walked the nature trail and saw alligators, tons of birds, and even an osprey swoop down and take a baby coot (its like a duck) off the water. (True.) So I am
introducing themes of raw animalistic predation; kill or be killed. Hahaha… Maybe this is a DHV that would present me as observant, interested in nature, intelligent, etc etc. Then again, I was just relating my day. But I also deliberately mentioned the ball fields and the like six games that were going on and all the people that were there. So she wouldn't think I was deliberately luring her to an isolated area. I asked her if she had heard of the place. Nope. What's really interesting is that I tell her the road it is on and she's like, "I live off that road!" Quite a coincidence as this is a big city and this area is not that close to where she works. It‘s ON! Of course I tease her for living near this park and having never checked it out. I invite her to come by and I remind her of all the people walking their dogs, etc. I ask her if she has a dog (silly of me because I did not remember her mentioning the vet visit—but she does not call me on it either) and I tell her to bring her dog along (I also then realized that I might have just complicated the logistics of closing.) But I wanted her to be comfortable to come here. She says okay. I look at this map I have (the reason I know about the park) and give her directions. When she shows up, I'm reading a book. I wait until she is out of the car with the dog, etc, before I close the book and greet her. I actually have to greet the dog first because it's yapping at me. It's a little Chihuahua. (Sorry hon, your dog is not as cute as I led you to believe.) I give her a hug and I tell her about the sunset she just missed. How beautiful it was. And how it lit up the city's one skyscraper in the distance. How all sunsets are unique and she missed a really great one. Etc. etc. I'm taking on this romantic frame, which some may find counterproductive to getting an ONS. But everything has been a "green light" so far and I still have to introduce the road trip and the fact that I am leaving in two days. I lead her on a walk and we talk about her dog and the wildlife (maybe a DHV of intelligence, but it didn't really capture her attention). She asks, "Do you always go up to random strangers and start talking to them?" I said, "Yes...I mean you have to remember that every friend you now have was once a stranger. And because you opened up and allowed them inside, you found ways that they could enhance or enrich your life. I used to be fiercely independent, but I realized that to meet people that you really could connect with, you had to step outside the comfortable and take chances and just start talking. Don't you agree?" She agreed. She asked about the book I was reading. I tell her it is about living in the moment and how the present moment is all we ever have. How we have to make NOW the focus of our lives. How we have to accept and embrace whatever is right in front of us.
And I tell her about the road trip and that I was unsatisfied with where I was at and that I wanted to see and be and do more. So I hit the road. She seemed interested. I told her how the van is just a practical and comfortable way to allow me to be wherever. I was generally pretty light on the C&F, but I did say, "Play your cards right, and maybe I'll give you a tour." Then I said, "But I have to give you the trust test." (This is a small piece of TECH that I picked up on mASF lately.) If there is any objective truth to the trust test, she passed 100%. I said, wow perfect score I like that, and then I explained each step to her. Which meant we got to do it again. So we just keep playing with the dog and talking and Defixon calls. (Sorry we couldn't hang and you were house-ridden. Hope nothing is terminal with your car!) I take the call, tell him that I am hanging with my "new best friend" (she laughs), that I am stealing her dog, and I remind him that I am leaving soon, like maybe the next day. Mostly to reinforce that point with this girl. So it was a bit of social proof and allowed me to prove congruence to the road trip story. Thanks bro. So our walk was no more than an hour. I also teased her about her job and used that as callback humor. Like saying, "There you are in Fantasyland again.‖ Or when she called the lake/swamp/marsh a "mote" I was like, "Mote? Listen to you! You think you've got this fantastic castle surrounded by a mote and your own wizard who put a spell on Prince Charming for you!" She loved this stuff. Fun girl. I also teased her about the Ariel "shrine" that she described her apartment as being. With all this merchandise and memorabilia from The Little Mermaid. I mean she came to Orlando and became ―the little mermaid‖ because of this obsession she has had since childhood. (Seems odd, but look at the obsessions in the community.) I asked her if her bed was in a big scallop shell and if there were pearls and treasure chests all around. This was funny and it led to talking about Fantasy Suites. Which are hotel chains in NV and CA where you can rent the Jungle Room and the Space Room and the Underwater Room and shit. When we got back to the cars, I just said, "I have to see this Ariel Shrine; I just hope you don't have the soundtrack playing continuously." She says, "Ok, follow me..." So, it's ON! I was intentionally holding off the kiss close. Relaxed and relished certainty. We connected some more at her house. She gave me the tour and I pilfered through the fridge and the cabinets. Concerning the obscene amount of mermaid stuff, I teased her on some items and complimented her on a couple. I got her to sing a song from the movie. ("I'll do something really sweet and affectionate if you sing for me.") I got some more value points (like I needed them— It‘s ON!) by knowing of this performance she was part of in North Carolina call The Last Colony. ("No one ever knows what THAT is!") Another value point by suggesting that she go to Weeki Wachee Springs -- the last attraction with live underwater mermaid shows. ("Yes, I love that place!") As we were sitting on the couch together, with her little dog, I told her to cover the dog's eyes.
"we should stop" and she pulled me up and toward the door! OK. I said. What's your secret. . Ahhhhh…." "Don't look at me like that. held her face. Then I joked around about a threesome with this dog because it wouldn't leave us alone. I started with the "hijacked my brain" campaign. Fun times." Great kiss. What's yours?" GS: "I'm gay. She pushed my hand away from the golden zone once." "I feel like you've put a spell on me. I'm trying to minimize the possibility of LMR as we are making out. Kept thinking about having sex with an actual mermaid." HB: "No secret. "Because the little fucker keeps looking at me. Also. I shouldn't be feeling this way for you. Then I made out with the dog. GS: "Do you believe in fairytale romance?" HB: shakes head yes GS: "Do you want that with me?" HB: shakes head yes GS: wall-slam-make-out-hand-down-pants-session I led her to her bedroom. Stop. grabbed her. it‘s turning me on. how do you get to it when there are no legs to spread? Does she lie there like a fish out of water or flip around a lot? Does she smell like fish? Love life. what's your catch." GS: "You seem so real and genuine. I‘m starting to think that. And I'm about to kiss you. Really. I almost took it too far. Kept her there for hours. like. turned. I stopped myself more times than she stopped me. Saying things like: "You make me feel strange inside. You know. I made two steps toward the door. and kissed her again. sex is just another shit-test that I have to pass to get cleaned and fed….Why? I smiled and said. lit a candle. This should be a private moment. in my road-trip-reality. and put her in Fantasyland." GS: laugh and kiss So. GoneSavage The next day we got together and made dinner and I got to do laundry and take a shower.
I met a great girl a couple days ago. Create a wonderful experience for the woman. We‘re going camping! Some guys have already expressed to me that they can‘t believe I pull chicks and I sleep in a van! And here is a girl that has known me for the blink of an eye and wants to hit the road with me! (Actually. Body language is congruent with intent. playful. Thoughts on Pleasure and Joy 5/14. a few other girls have expressed the same desire. I‘m sharing the weekend with her. Maybe we can help women taste inner freedom. validation. A great hostess with a great outlook on life. not stories meant to impress. Relaxing and reviewing. comforting. you know? This is an artform. or any egoic gain. isolation and close.Vibe Cooperation. . time is not a factor. Make her feel good with humor. Open direct (including compliments on her beauty). this tour. Not Competition (Natural Game notes) Assume attraction. She‘s beautiful. Be the man she‘s been waiting for. Thinking about where I want to take this game. Use personality to make her feel great. Maybe we should seek and offer more than sex. Studying.) But this one I am going to take on a memorable little journey (for a day) – maybe she will recoil and retreat to the hustle-nbustle of her daily grind. Only do what you need to do to create a strong impression. Purposefully. right? Maybe I am getting ahead of myself. not competition. She‘s got a high-self-esteem. Maybe she will get her own van or take a road trip on her own terms. Lead smoothly and confidently to escalation. Just a glimpse. be unpredictable. Lead the interaction with a continuous flow of action. Vibe is of cooperation. Give her the fantasy and allow her dreams to come true. and giving. She‘s adventurous. She‘s affectionate. Display emotions. intelligent. Maybe she will rethink what she believes to be important. Move directly to vibing and rapport. She‘s ambitious. Tell fun stories. or limiting. Have a relaxed and relished certainty. and my life. talk about passions. Be playful and get to know her. Rock her world and thrill her with masculine vibe. joy and peace. Maybe we as so-called pick-up-artists can influence people in ways we never dreamed or imagined possible. I‘m out of ―field‖ today. romantic from the start. Getting introspective. and driven. Enjoy the anticipation.
. It’s pretty simple when you think about it. May 19. and the direction I take my interactions. Friday. I‘m here on business. changing what is known and familiar. 2005 The Saga Continues. while joy arises from within. I just moved here. 2) Stranger comes into town and shakes things up. The challenge is 1) having enough varied and meaningful interactions to feel like I am learning and growing and 2) convincing her that I am the “perfect stranger” capable of rocking her world—giving her the emotional and sexual connection that she has dreamed of (and then some)—and memories that she will cherish forever. May 20. I know that I need to be more conscious of the frames I set. I need to write down and solidify these themes. the value I display. 2 is hers. To use them and live them thoughtfully and deliberately. Think of all the great stories you’ve read and movies you’ve seen. and dreams. attitudes. I‘m here visiting friends/family.. 2005 I'm a Migrant Sex Worker If you can tell me what these distinctions mean and why I would bother to write them down. Let’s call them uber-plots: 1) Man leaves behind all that is known and familiar and set out on a journey to find himself or change things... and don’t think too much about it. To be aware of effects and emotions (among other intangibles). I bet they all follow one of or both of these two basic themes.For now. GoneSavage Thursday. 1 is my story. Two basic plots. How many of our journeys are seeking pleasure-fulfilment-recongnition-validation-security? And how many of us are actually seeking and discovering our own personal joy and love and inner stillness? What do you give your energy to? The present moment is all we ever have. let me know…. I read that pleasure is derived from external things. We’re talking “epics” here.
May 21. Have male masculine role models. I‘m in search of my soul-city or dream job. Don’t take shit from anyone with a smile. Don’t grin and bear it. Don't look for trouble. Think like a MAN and an adult. I‘m a wanderer/drifter/vagabond. It is not a battle or a conquest. I‘m a migrant sex worker.I am thinking about moving here. I‘m a travel writer/photographer. Like Arnold in the Predator. I‘m in search of my soul-mate. not something weak or helpless. I‘m here for volunteer work. Biologically men and women are very much alike. Saturday. I‘m on a road trip (passing through). I‘m a local resident. just bear it. I‘m starting over/turning a new leaf. The natural man knows that the desire for sex is there and will act upon it for mutual gratification. It is animal lust. 2005 Lust is Not a Battle or a Conquest (GWM notes) I've been introduced to GWM(2-3) Here are some notes: Women love sex. I‘m running from the law/press/parents. but don’t avoid it either. Your sexual state and testosterone will drive your aggression and persistence in mating and competition with other men. I‘m running from something. I‘m here for x (attraction/event). . I‘m in search of variety. I‘m searching for something. I‘m in search of myself. I‘m here on vacation. Sex is a natural thing that happens between a man and a woman.
she‘s a sure thing. I am particularly well-dressed for certain night venues. where are your friends? Hey. I have never even actively looked for it. Do you come here often? (tongue in cheek) shoot a look like “just kidding what a pick up line…. I think it will be compelling to experiment with eliciting AI. Of course.‖ I will then approach a DIFFERENT girl or set. Implicit direct = neutral with shared pretenses? Non-Verbal Mating Dance (AI notes) A friend recently introduced me to the concept of AI (Approach Invitation). Here are a couple counterproductive habits that I will work to eradicate: 1) I often have done ―surprise openers‖ FROM BEHIND. just me going for what I want. Social proof.‖ At such times. but I‘m learning. never with planning or structure. I do approaches with such relentless vigilance. Don’t verbalize sexual things. PUAs call this a type of ―peacocking. I have enough field experience to know that I fuck up the "non-verbal mating dance" all the time. and I speak. Talk in a calm sexy voice. 2) Once in a while. I find it an intriguing concept because not only have I never tried to elicit AI. GWM clubs Busy tonight! What are you drinking? Why are you wearing that in here? Did you notice …. I will smile and KEEP MOVING thinking ―she digs me. Let loose. I have opted for the 3 SEC RULE. I get blown out more often that not this way. Party hard. I have noticed women checking me out. But. turns. when I go . Stand close to her.” You from these parts. honestly thinking that the AI girl is a sure thing and that I can build attraction by her watching the interaction with someone else. I will approach a woman from behind and grab her sides or touch her shoulder to get attention. aggressive. This is RARE. Look people in the eye and do not break contact. Touch a woman when it feels right. But. and does not give her time to evaluate me for ―minimum compatibility.‖ Fair enough. this is weird. according to AI Theory. Be a subtle sexy man and don’t use lewd behavior or pick up lines.‖ I am ignoring her ―power of choice.Move confidently. My O:C (open:close) ratio is horrible. me and my friends are having this after party deal. let’s hit my place and have some drinks and listen to some tunes. She‘s startled. This was never built on any theory. She stops moving. you should follow us… We didn’t get much of a chance to get to know each other and party. Particularly for the fuck-ups and combined notes in this post.
Attention Attractors force QE – EC. Approach Invitation Notes: EAI-AI is a non-verbal mating dance. AIs complete much of the attraction stage before you even approach so that you don‘t have to bother with C&F or other aggressive stuff. you can‘t just check me out and not stop and introduce yourself!‖ when she hasn‘t even looked at me. After you QE the target. After AI. Go right into rapport. nod. giver her time to look you over without EC or opening. She wants you to take enough time to explore her looks and demeanor and make sure there is minimum compatibility. ―you must be shy…I‘ve been here for two minutes and you haven‘t come talk to me!‖ Or I will stop a girl in passing and say. A reassurance icebreaker will officialize the vibe and mating dance and force a reaction from her. she gives you AI. I‘m learning. This shows that you don‘t respect her right of choice. By not using that window. For example. And I have put her on the spot. And. I will approach a girl who has not so much as looked at me and say. ―Hey. that is all you need to assume interest. It happens.to open AI girl. Give her time to QE before EC. EAI is meant to make the target conscious—nonverbal. Ouch. AI Theory would say that the attraction was already there. and I had a small window of opportunity to move in and engage this girl. 3) I‘ve done openers that ASSUME AI when there certainly was none. Are you from here? What‘s your name?‖ . presenting of body. the opener should combine sexual state projection with neutral talk The 3 sec rule allows her no time to determine a bit before the approach who you are. I just don‘t know what…‖ ―You know you attracted my attention for some time…‖ ―You caught my attention…yeah…I don‘t know but I‘d like to find out. It‘s cocky and funny and it can usually get a conversation started. There is a fine line between ―staring/stalking‖ and ―gazing selectively before approaching‖ Opening Lines after AI: ―You have something that distinguishes you from other women. at best. so as to respect her power of choice. If she lingers around (no AR) then you must approach. And if she is not of a high self-esteem or in a good mood.‖ ―Hi. Pop up several times near her fake the unconscious gravitation leading to more visibly paying attention. I effectively REJECTED the girl. If you know she realizes she‘s being checked out. She may also be programmed to blow off all guys who approach like this and surprise her. personal space intrusion (grabbing an item). she is COLD. subtle interest communication. move into her line of vision. she‘s going to walk off. I‘m learning. a number that FLAKES. I have not given her a chance to look me over. Gravitation with an excuse activity is a subtle courtship signal. According to AI Theory.
Somehow I picked up a cold or some illness. that said.Monday. the rest is probably just a downward-spiral-caught-in-a-slump sort of issue. I’ll pretend someone is going to read this. I thought I might have caught something from my south Georgia girl.” 2) Asking too many questions. Not making an SOI or pushing for a close. I have been socially active in spite of these things. I’ve been coughing and blowing snot for three weeks. It is kind of hard attracting someone when you have to turn your head every 30sec to cough and spit. Not using neutral openers. Lots of issues. The coughing and shortness of breath is particularly pronounced if I run or exercise. 4) Being too direct or too try-hard. Not observing AI or eliciting AI. Not “making the ho say no. I am sick. So. And over-eating and junk-food binging. I’m on a dry spell that is approaching three weeks. 2005 Real Bad Sick with the Illy Bad Illness. Need to stray from the bland rapport questions. 5) Being too social and not sexual. I do not seem to be getting any better. Not making enough statements. Yo 4AM. Sunday. Like feeling like I haven’t been working out or exercising or engaging in enough physical activities. May 29. Fuck. First of all. and while I am taking Advil C&S. Not really a big deal. May 23. To my credit. 2005 My Top 5 Sticking Points 1) Ejecting before rejection. As well as when I am in smoky bars. 3) Making surprise approaches. But outcomes have been less than glorious. I think all this coughing is actually giving me noticeable ab definition. Can’t sleep. So I got this somewhere. but she says she is not sick and had not been prior to our relations. Anyway… . Things that fuck up my internal state and mood and make me want to rationalize not achieving the results that I want. And it is damn frustrating when I can’t sleep because of coughing fits.
check out her face (NICE this time). Relentless pursuit. I should actually brush up on geography and *perhaps* learn a little Russian for strong social proof since it looks like soviet girls are becoming my type. Well. but I see no point. Chapel Hill. I parked at the Harris Teeter. So I park the bike and head after her. But their wi-fi is a pay system. The catch is. Thursday. very crowded when I left.” I don’t really give time for it to be deflected and I introduce myself and when I hear the accent I immediately ask her where she if from. just for the sake of getting them in writing: car trouble (money trouble). I decided to just cross the Key Bridge and bike through Georgetown and over into another area. but at any rate the smoke is not helping me get better. but I kinda wanted to BIKE there. information overload (thanks Aghora). this girl has been in the US for 5 years and she does not work and she likes FUN and her English is a lot better than Belarus babe. of the past three weeks. the way you carry yourself… that I find very attractive. so I knew I’d have to delay the post until I found free wireless internet somewhere. Once I got there. spending time with guys (OK fun. of course I see an amazing girl walking in Georgetown. experimenting with indirect and neutral openers (boring). 2005 LR: DC D4: Freak on the Street DC Day 4. I walk with her all the way to GW University. After colliding with a taxi yesterday. I tried . It’s probably how I got sick. the Roosevelt Bridge just looked like an interstate ramp—it didn’t look safe for biking. she is married. It’s a 24 hour store. time and stress related to actual traveling (like finding out where places and people are). I could go into detail. etc. because I can’t afford another $8 parking day. Anyway. In Orlando I felt like I was progressing in night game. “Hey” (pause) “I know this is odd. of course. To the point now where I have been neglecting daygame and my sleeping patterns are all fucked up. First thing I did was type up the Day 3 post at the Holiday Inn in Ballston. but I couldn’t walk past without paying you a compliment…” (Pause--we’re still walking. My intent was to bike downtown and cross the Roosevelt Bridge instead of the Key Bridge and end up near GW University instead of Georgetown. Everything since (Atlanta. I walk up from behind (I guess this is my trademark) pace a couple steps beside her. I have been pursuing this night game too much. bad weather. June 09.Other issues. but none of us are getting laid). so I figured I’d be okay. Horribly. Must get back into day game with a vengeance. Blah blah blah. Great! I tell her about my Russian friends. actual physical work (social obligation in Atlanta). but I slow down as I say) “There’s just something about your energy. Uzbekistan. and Virginia Beach) has felt like a waste of time. sight-seeing (distractions?). Nah. which is where I wanted to go.
but it was awkward for me to transition after that. And a black hat that I just got. I sit and just watch for a bit. but I just had to tell you. black shoes. I joke about the sweaty gym shorts she almost lost and I say. It’s overcast again and I’m thinking another Monday storm is in store and I figure I have to start walking back towards Georgetown. I find out she is 20. Then I say.” And “You show me a US map and say ‘Texas’ and I will show you. She wants lemonade and is told they only have lemonade in bottles. are you nice? I guess you are because you helped me out. OK great! By now it is like 5PM. and a black SS buttoned shirt with a single red horizontal stripe. Two fun things that I remember her saying: “American girls have no style. She’s across the street and walking the opposite direction. Maybe because I was doing *opinion* openers based on the silly hat. and a hot pink skirt. The approaches at the mall are less than memorable. Then I realized that I am drained for energy and I am actually becoming another one for these tired and worn folk with zombie faces. nevermind. etc. Back on the street. And big dangly beaded earrings (though I probably didn’t notice these until I was closer). You say ‘Uzbekistan’ to an average America and they say ‘what?? Pakistan?’” Good times.” I run my impressions of DC threads. black shirt. but I could eat again. Etc. We go to Starbucks and I display my cheapskate side when I ask for an ice-water and when the cashier tells me that they only SELL water I’m like. I put my hand on her back and whisper. I do a couple more approaches. It is horrible. we should go . So I tried to find one a bit unusual. It is a weird hat like a skull cap/toboggan but with a bill. “Hold on” and I started zipping her backpack. Are you nice?” She says. I thought you were cute and it was a good excuse to come talk to you. I walk her to class as we chat and exchange numbers.” She says. “Hey…this is probably awkward. I really want to wear a hat if I am doing street PU because I hate when my forehead gets sun-burnt.” She say. but nah. oh. “Are you leading or am I? I need to go THAT way. I cross the street then head the direction she was walking. I remembered how upbeat and lively and full-of-energy I was three days ago. Then I see HER. I say. BTW.. So I kept walking with her and we had great convo. and back to being more direct. You must look in the mirror. Of course. I had that sensation of really feeling I was IN. I ran my impressions of DC threads and we talked about places we have traveled and interests and passions.” OK. I walk up from behind as she is walking and say.” Why don’t we just get a drink? OK. “Thank you” with a genuine expression. On the flip side. I quick-number closed this amazingly hot brunette going to a broadcasting class. we’ll do something low-key like coffee. So I wander around the campus and that little mall place nearby. Girls said they approved of the hat. “If we get along on the phone. “Yes. long black boots. NO.. but when she took the time to answer each before asking me anything. I also realize that this is the first day I have positively been feeling better from some kind of sickness (very little coughing today). They think this shirt will go with this skirt.I love your vibe…and your sense of style. “What do you do? What’s your thing? Where are you going?” I don’t think rapid-fire questions are really solid game.to work an in. At some point she says. I am wearing black pants. Hot brunette with her hair up. “You almost spilled everywhere.” She says thank you and I introduce myself. have you eaten? “Yeah. “Really. I get lost.
I walk her to sit in the shelter of this tree. So I start talking about movies and find out what she has and what I have to see. “I hope this is a genealogy thing. We walked through Adams Morgan which is the district many many people have been telling me to find. First you get me tired and overcome with fatigue. “Well. I just hold her hand for a couple minutes to not seem clingy. Meh… I got the impression that this guy cramped her style or made her uneasy or something. Basically I had her interpret the different ways people can hold hands and pick a favorite. she is half Puerto Rican and half white. I talk about being aggressively hit on by a gay in Richmond and how I was just going to put up with him until he made a “statement of intent. I tell her about interpersonal philosophy and my tests that she probably couldn’t pass. way up north of the zoo (can’t think of the name). Her roommate is out of town--she has already told me this (green light)--but when we get there.” So I showed her the trust test and explained it afterwards. Well it’s not going to work. her roommate’s boyfriend is there in the living room.” She laughed at the term. it looks HOT. This is also a callback to earlier topics about people being aloof and standoffish or expecting something from people and people wearing headphones. BUT…we were still two communities away. She said that this scene is what Georgetown used to be like before the preppies took over. on Thursday. . and we’d been walking on streets that she’d never taken. etc. we get lost. I say. She’s traveled a lot and tells me about her time in Cuba doing social research. I did find out what she likes to cook. There’s one little surprise at the house. I found out her living situation and we’re just having lively conversation. She had told me earlier that she had to head home to let her dogs out. Cooking was not the best route since she had just eaten. BTW. I’m not even boyfriend material. I’d definitely come back to this area to check it out. Great vibe. I’m on guard…. this is in Dupont Circle which she tells me is GAY district. etc. now let me show you south!” She apologizes for not knowing the area. “What if I knock you unconscious. and not the part where you put my last name next to your first name and start imagining a future together. .” She plays along and says. She told me more about the area and where she Salsa dances.) We continue walking. Finally we find her place. She’s very intelligent and witty and we have a wide rapport going. then you take advantage of me. Still having great conversation with some teasing. Well. So it’s a long-ass trek and the conversation and vibe never dies. Gotta say. We head off. I tell her about going on gem trails in the west to find garnets and turquoise and petrified wood and apache tears and such. ANYWAY. The sun has just gone down and it is raining lightly. I’m not husband material. It was 9PM at this point. She reminds me that I have vehicles all across the district. I say. and the streets were bumping already. At one point we realized (I do have a map) that we had walked like eight blocks the wrong way. “I know your trick. BTW. I say. At one point she asks my last name. very cute. Then I showed her the hand holding test that I made up on the spot. that was north.” Good times. At one point she says how random this is and how she never gets approached.” Haha. So we’re now walking fingers intertwined. She said that was hardly aggressive. But I rubbed her shoulder and side to demonstrate how I got hit on. I’m trying to find a reason to get me there with her.somewhere else. “Little body language stuff that I made up to help me meet the kind of people that I really want to meet.
but you want this because you know it will be so intense and so passionate that just thinking about what we’ve shared will leave you grinning and blushing for a week…with erotic memories that you will cherish for the rest of your life. to show proper respect. Besides. I’m an expressive person. this is win/win…for both of us to enjoy… and no one feels like they are being taken advantage of (she smiles). Neither of us had a condom and she actually searches all over this room. GS: “You have to stop that. I don’t know the first thing about pick up. HB: Why? GS: Because it’s turning me on too much. She also scratched the fuck out of my neck later on.So we hang out in the basement instead of her room. you have to realize… that this is not about the act itself. Lots of massage and I verbalize how I am moving penetrating energy through her. I’m sweaty as shit and I take my shirt off. GS: Then I really shouldn’t hang out with you…because expressive women make me want to do…incredibly hot and sensuous things. HB: “I heard you have great pick-up lines. I spend some time looking at books and photos and all the stuff in the house. I can’t help it. I whisper the following. Act a little shy and she continues until she says. This is how it came last night: “For us to have this and enjoy this together (vague)…you have to accept certain rules… First.” And I start to get dressed. She’s all into it.” And I kiss her again. We progress slowly and tease each other. “What self-respecting aids activist doesn’t have condoms?” she remarks about the roommate. I ask her about her favorite sensuous food and bath vs shower and kissing neck vs biting ears.” She say. I just say whatever comes out of my mouth and hope for the best.” HB: What? GS: Making all those sensuous noises. “We can either not do this. It’s quite a nice little house. I HATE having my ears bit and she bit me hard. “It’s cool. She looks disappointed and I remind her that she has to work early . Finally. We’ve both shown amazing restraint tonight. we must use protection (she shows a face of relief and nods).” She apologizes. I stopped her and looked in her eyes and said “don’t ever do that.” I say. Second. She says. All the stuff in the basement was her roommates. HB: Well. or we can be those shady people that come into the convenience store at 1AM just to buy condoms.” I sit in front of her and she gives me a token back rub. The foreplay is amazing.” I give her a deep tissue like incredibly amazing back massage and she’s moaning and shit. I just let my attention wander for awhile… GS: “So…I heard you give great back rubs. First house I have been inside in DC anyway. I told her the “three rules” to solidify consent and diffuse any last minute resistance. “My turn.” GS: “I thought we were beyond that. Then I turn her head slowly and kiss her.
Remember the Transformers? (she nods) My van is a Transformer. she gets dressed and we head off. I say. Reluctantly. She tells me how incredible and amazing and lovely and unexpected the evening was. I run in and have time to piss and we check out with the gallon of water together. We take the long-ass loop of 495 over to 66 and reach the van at Harris Teeters.” GS: I take $1 out of my pocket and say.and I ask her to take me to my car in Ballston. “Pretty cozy huh?” She agrees. my bike had been stolen. or ticket. Then I fuck her doggie style with her full ‘n’ fleshy funbags flopping against the van vinyl. “Huh? Come with me. Go get some water…” HB: “Oh.” GS: “There’s something I want to show you. and I rubbed her thighs once in a while to keep buying temperature high. She follows and I say. I move shit around in the van and fix up the cushions and pillows. when I returned to Georgetown. you want me to leave…” (she smiles) GS: “Yep. She tests the rigidity of my tool in her mouth before impaling herself for a wild cowgirl ride. So it doesn’t take long before were having passionate *protected* sex in the grocery store parking lot. On the drive. you’re not going to believe this!” and I open the door and jump in. It’s like 1:30 and luckily no tow. :) Note—The next day. A deep dicking in missionary is next. but I have to fix something first. :( . “Go get me a gallon of spring water--house brand.” HB. it will look completely different when you get back…” I give her a kiss and send her into the store. boot. “Okay. GoneSavage Note—Some of the phraseology in that last part I borrowed from a porno mag. When we get to my van… GS: “I want you to do me a favor” HB: “OK…within reason. We ride the wave of lust until we are both sweaty and satisfied and the windows are covered with a dense film. we talked mostly about music and concerts.
The doorman says something like. Aaron gets them to venue change. His target actually says that they should go with me. June 10. I’m in the set for like three sentences. the cocky-sharp-alpha girl) starts talking to me.” . The second venue is $5. since I was here because of him. I’m like. Seriously. I do not open either girl. So I phone him to see how his set is going. To me. So the three of us are at Reef and split apart to open sets. let me find Aaron again and see what he is doing. I’m doing my thing and Aaron is doing his. OK. I also had an Aghora (Sid) tag along who was passing through DC and stopped to hang. So I find Aaron and he is in this 2set. I think the guy that initiates the outing or the guy with home-turf advantage should state his rules and give the other PUA a chance to compromise if needed. and I’m off with these other guys. 2005 OR: DC D5: Learning Wing Etiquette I met with Uncivil Warrior (Aaron) upon his invite. We introduce and the other (yes. Aaron’s girl talks to me without me saying anything to anyone but Aaron. I’m IGNORING Aaron’s target and I NEG the other girl (Where’s your off button?) who started making fun of my shirt and saying other smart-ass things. “Yeah man. AND. I go to Aaron simply to tell him that I have been invited to go somewhere else and to see if he wants to come. then if they are into you. you should venue change them. you owe her bigtime. but you better make this up to me.” She says. He points out some other ASF guys and I meet them and they tell me they are going somewhere else and ask me to come along. but I was considering it. This place has a $7 cover. Lesson: When a guy invites me to hang. The guys that just paid $5 come back and tell me that it is lame. He says great. I don’t know the city and I’d be happy to go anywhere that doesn’t have a line and a cover charge.” I’m like.” Like with a serious tone of disgust. I will definitely from now on ask his “rules” and his plans and his goals and how we should interact. Aaron wants to stay there. Cool. I talk to girls on the street. We go across the street. Well. I think. Planning. It is so RARE that I would ever pay money to socialize. The alpha girl reminds her that they just got beers. this is social proof – he is not there alone and the girls see that we are part of a larger social circle or at least we run into people we know when we are out. ANYWAY. “You better not mean McDonald’s” and alludes to something that Aaron must have been saying in set. Asks my name. Cool. “Hope you like Taco Bell. I head back to where Aaron is and there is an incredible line to get in. I didn’t want to split on the first set. The dominant and brash girl (note: she is not even considered a target at this point) says “I’ll pay for you. “OK I’ll make you dinner. SO I first ask them to go in and report the crowd.Friday. I’m OUT.
Then I tell this girl that she is so vocal in her opinions and comes across with such a strong and feisty personality to mask greater insecurities and weaknesses that she sees in herself.” Etc. Cool. do you like her?” I smile. I give her brief answers and I’m pretty aloof. I sleep in a van. Then SHE asks me to sit on the other side of her. Then I wander off. we can do better…” Just give me space man. I sit for a minute and she asks what I do and why I’m in town. you shouldn’t like me. the short girl starts talking to me again. etc. “Nah. “Listen my friend is really into you. “You sure its so solid? Why don’t you get her number and we’ll go find other chicks?” No man. I left to find Aaron. We go upstairs and alpha-chick starts moving furniture around and I give her a hand. I check with Aaron to make sure his target is definitely the short girl and he says she is and it looks solid. OK. She asks if I want a beer and I say sure. its on. kind of cock my head.) I come back and we have our drink and this girl is asking why I was so “cruel and mean” to her at the . the common reaction to this scenario is that I never should have entered his set. She deflects everything he says and the poor guy gets little rapport.” I say. Oh shit. I got this. I’m checking this place out and I actually had some seemingly solid interactions I was working in different parts of the place. What’s up with your friend?” She says.) SO. Of course. “I haven’t decided yet. Aaron sits down with his girl beside him. I hadn’t even realized at the time that this was a pretty big IOI for her to pay my cover. I say nothing. it would certainly be her to admonish me for such statements. “Why. I really like you. I should have been more explicit in letting him know. PERIOD. I got this. she thinks for a minute and agrees. Right? I was actually thinking that her friend must really be into Aaron and she’s just keeping us together because she doesn’t know our driving situation and she is trying not to mess things up for her friend. I think you two are good together and I have to give him space.But here’s the thing. I sit beside the opinionated-dominant girl and basically call her and her friend on their behavior. “You sure bro. and say. I’m being really terse and I say. number close her.” And then this girl gives me a blatant SOI. etc. Instead. When I roll back in I sit beside the “stuck up Jewish girl” (who is still not a target) and I listen in for a little bit as Sid is talking to her. and leave to check my other sets. “I know Aaron likes me. I’m ugly. Well. etc all weekend in DC on their own insistence—this kind of forwardness has not been my experience in the south. So I work my short sets all over the venue. I’m homeless. I say that her friend is just out for attention and validation and she is being way too flirty and she is totally misleading my friend. I basically read her the Riot Act (with a smile). talk to Aaron for a bit. how solid do you think this girl is?” Solid man. The next time I return (20 minutes must have passed). I got this. Instant rapport. I ask her nothing. She says that it is true and she is always like that etc. I’m like. but the problem is. By the time I came back to this set. (Although I will also say this—I had girls buying me drinks and pizza. She says. (Then I go off to another set. Since I knew that my wing’s target was not into him. “Dude.
And apparently he left a bad impression. “But I’d still be your first choice. They are there. (Or maybe she was trying to isolate me. Or chomping at the bit for me to isolate her. as previously noted. I said he was my “spiritual advisor” which to me is a throwaway line.” I had no idea how or when. Plus my attention was finally focused on this girl as she had earned it. And she sees where I am leading.” We talk a bit and we have no idea where anyone else is. kiss.” Ok. The amusing thing is that during this time. “Not that guy! You’re friends with him? I’m not going down there. we’ll find someone else. I tell her. Funny thing. She’s like. Alessandro. I had met this guy for one second earlier in the night. She insists that she alone is more than I can handle. I pullback with anti-club-PDA-defense and get her to tell me stories about her first grade kids. I can take it..other venue: By which. None of them (Aaron. I was completely oblivious to whatever rift was going on between Aaron and Alessandro over the other girl. You can spar with me all night. who is shy and not so socially aware. She says she can’t believe that I made out with her best friend after she told me that she liked me. So I go down and greet. so I kiss her. The other girl comes to find me and somehow I get isolated with her inside the bar. Aaron is apparently long gone. I remind her that she was condescending to Sid. I think he actually pays to come in. Pull back. etc. Naturally. she means giving her doses of exactly what she was giving other people. but don’t pull that shit on my friend. We finally find her friend and Sid outside. pull back. . Sid. I know what this is. and that I did not like that she did that. I tell her that she and I are more socially aware and savvy than most people. At this point I honestly didn’t remember either of their names. like us. But when I start to head back up. and I feel guilty. I pull back and say. even though Alessandro is the one that “stole” the girl if anyone wants to see it as a steal. I find out their living situation and test this girl for bisexual tendencies. “Who is your friend?” I want to meet him!. So I go to the balcony and BOTH girls follow me. “You’re trouble. Alessandro calls. I tell him about Aaron and the girls and the beer. but pulls herself out because this is her “best friend. What’s funny is that the girl that Aaron was still entertaining is like.) I felt her eyes on me especially now as her friend and I were opening up to each other. I also tell her that we are too much alike and that we’ll always butt heads.. kiss. OK. the girls are downstairs and the alpha-chick grabs me. but she seemed really intrigued. He wants me to come down. She apologizes. She’s got good stories.” Like she was trying to isolate me. they are both like. I’m remembering the SOI from the other girl and I’m thinking threesome potential. He wants me to come down for a minute just to meet him. or the chick) were even in sight. She qualifies and tries to tell me that we’d get along. I reminded her that I was looking out for Aaron and I wasn’t going to move in on his girl. but apparently they’d met before. right?” I say I don’t know and I move in and kiss her slowly and passionately. I holler at Alessandro in the street and when they see him look up.
I’m thinking -. Haha. That’s cool. (Oh yeah. We are all independent and self-reliant and we have to exercise our ability to walk away and not sabotage things for others. Alessandro then writes a lengthy FR describing how I ended up with the two chicks.) Anyway. I’m talking to Sid about something unrelated like I don’t know what’s going on. Of course he was telling me to ditch him in an uncool and blatant way. The girl says nothing and she is all smiles. was the biggest hindrance in the end. but I’m trying to get her occupied while I reengage the girl that I made out with first. bro. My take on the night was not even the first in the thread. Sorry. Some other guys chime in with the “wing rules” (new to me). man. It’s not worth mentioning in detail. we planned a day two. Like if I couldn’t pull a threesome. I contributed the above post as part of an ongoing and energetic thread about community cockblocking. This is the first interaction I’ve seen of his. in looks. you’re genuine and real. Then Alessandro rolls in and starts gaming the short girl. But we have to take Sid. But I’m way too nice. I actually thought I would fuck the stuck-up Jew girl tonight and fuck the other girl on a day two. “I bet she denied it. Anyway. So the short flirty girl that everyone was after tried to sabotage shit too. But there come a point where you have to realize that you are not part of the interaction. Anyway.” So she’s back in. But you’re different. when the short flirty girl isolated me back at the club. huh? That’s so like her. Get this: She sets her up with another guy on the street! Some tall muscular motherfucker wearing a tight t-shirt walking his dog. Fool’s mate. I guess he just walks his dog at closing time and all the horny bitches that get worked up by three ASFers just swoon over him. the gist of which is: GOLDEN RULE #1: join a set only if PUA1 invites you IN! .I suggest we afterbar and I’m trying to code Sid to move in on shortie. Then she asks me if we kissed and I say YES and I divert the attention off of me by whispering. this fag has us all beat to death. in all honesty. I know he hadn’t a chance. You’re not a participant and it makes absolutely no sense to be an observer. And a better kisser. you won’t believe what happened with her. Aaron writes a reminder to Alessandro to not enter and intentionally blow a guy out of set and steal girls from him. You’d think he was a fag (we all did). My dumb-ass was still trying to flirt with her too. All parties involved will surely kick themselves. Finally the girl straight asks her and she says NO. alpha girl is trying to code the other to ask if she kissed me.does this guy actually pull women? So he does his high-energy street twirls and shit and wants to take us to somewhere. It was actually my girl’s idea as she was getting damned pissed that we were still flirting with each other. Anyway. Briefly: The next day. just soaking up attention and just having fun. Turns out that Sid was. Shifty bitches.
Alessandro sums the thread up with “I personally have a memory depth of about 12 hours as far as game is concerned. Aaron commends me for providing “clarity and closure” and that he enjoyed meeting me and had no issue with me.. what's up?" -ask PUA1 a random question." Cool. More importantly. Next I got a small piece of advice. I asked his approval to post his response. Other guys gave me way too much credit as an experienced and skilled PUA—-in fact a manipulative and unethical and ruthless PUA. you know he's just playing with you right? You're totally not his type. Lesson learned. If you want a feel-good emotional support group. I should not have acted as a marketer for Aaron.” But then EVERYONE else has an opinion. There is so much fish in the pond. -greed your friend PUA1: "Hey. he set me straight on how to consciously behave with a wing to not appear outrageous and unacceptable. Disregard means no talking. nolooking at the girls. I see the psychology there. LEAVE HIM ALONE B: if the PUA1 is talking to a 3 or more people. One who intentionally “tooled” Aaron and sabotaged his set and acted like a kid in a candy store. But Ferrari’s initial analysis of my initial post really opened my eyes to some of the things that I did unintentionally to create such a strong attraction in the beginning. but don't bother me. my buddy is such a flirt. no touching. .then you have the option to go IN. And how a lot of what I do is kinda random and blissfully naïve (read other posts here). find like-minded people in here and by all means feel good together.GOLDEN RULE #2: if you think you want to help read rule #1 A: if PUA1 is talking to a lone wolf. LEAVE HIM ALONE C: in the event PUA1 is talking to a 2set AND UG is getting bored. If you decide to go IN. you canonly do it with: -enter and disregard the girls (they do not exist until PUA1introduces them to you).. That lowers his vale and my self-depreciation raised mine. Like how circumstances change and your thoughts and motives change as time progresses. example: "have you seen John?" I submit the above post. Better to have said “"Ah. go ahead. Some guys got a feel for my perspective on the interaction. Cool. it doesn't even make sense to fight over an empty tuna can.
I fucked up my chance with her by constantly interacting with other chicks outside this set and trying to pull them into this set and not really paying attention to her. and I quite unintentionally press like every low self esteem button she has. I‘m like. I really don‘t know where I could have taken this. learned and forgotten. The interaction was going well enough that I venue changed her (or rather I took her off the street into a venue). And I say ―I bet he‘s ready to put a Diamondelle on your finger and he‘s got one hot in the oven‖ and I poke her tummy. She liked my company I guess. I go to Reef where we were last night. Like I was talking to this short redhead that I definitely would have entertained with my dick. It was mostly that I was coming off of the intense energy from the happenings of Thursday and Friday. I somehow felt unstoppable—but I wasn‘t doing the necessary work. Then I‘m asking her about where she is from and just flirting. Maybe it is just a custom where she is from to buy a drink for a guy that shows interest in you. Then he gets off work and picks her up. Sounds like a flake. I drove all around this district and found nothing. She‘s all like. no. Sid and I did a bit of sightseeing and getting lost.FR: DC D6: Venezuelan Coffee Date 6/11. I think if I had shown her some genuine curiosity . This was a 40 minute walk at a brisk pace. He buys you flowers and chocolates and takes you on big trips. Plus I was overcompensating with aggressive attraction tactics having just come from a relaxed rapportbased interaction with the Columbian girl. Then she remembered that her husband had it. but we went to a coffee shop and she bought me a drink there instead. Sid then hit the road back to Atlanta. ―are you saying I look pregnant?‖ Shit like that. She is 24. Then I walked all the way to Adams Morgan. The lack of parking in DC blows my mind. There were two sets of two that I had going for awhile (among other less memorable approaches). Her friend thought it was pretty funny to see her reaction to my stupid shit and she was into me and buying me drinks. We chat for a sec. I took a nap and then headed for Adams Morgan for some solo pick up artistry or maybe a dramatic crash and learn. I finally headed back to Georgetown and parked.‖ On and on. Checked out Central Station and drove around the monuments. We had lively conversation and she taught me some elementary Spanish (that I have already learned and forgotten. I actually began talking to her with what we call an ―indirect‖ style. No. I‘ve got her laughing and I‘m being really flirtatious and overt saying that we are going to have an intimate and passionate affair behind her husband‘s back. ―I bet he‘s a great guy. But I could not get rapport in the bars because I was just being stupid and cocky and making really ugly mistakes. Dude is really really good looking (muy guapo). I‘m really naïve about things. even if you have a husband. I simply said ―Is this the way to Adams Morgan?‖ She said yeas and I began walking beside of her talking about how this is where people have told me to check out and the other impressions of DC threads found in the DC Day 2 and 3 posts. Like I was telling a stupid story about a midget. When I first got to the outskirts of the AM district I approached a gorgeous woman who turned out to be Columbian. But she was interested in something. Oh and I complemented her on her freckles or her crow‘s feet or some other insecurity. Toured the Washington National Cathedral. I fucked them up by being overly cocky and arrogant. WTF? Then she was talking about her boyfriend. I asked her if she wanted to get a drink and she rifled through her purse and could not find her ID. several times in my life).
but as a basis for profitable business. So I’m at the Smithsonian’s Museum of American History. The economy of America was based on merchant trading in the Atlantic. The other 2set I fucked up in a similar way. It’s like a history of our perception and interpretation and measure of and control by TIME. American . And then I get captivated by one relatively miniscule exhibit on TIME. This is the shit that I think about. Meh… We end up at a horribly loud place. I‘d been here six days and the freshness that conveyed the vulnerability and awkwardness of being in a new city was wearing off. And realize that this is just one relatively small part of the Smithsonian Institute’s complex of museums. But our global obsession with time is principally an American fixation. Like she said. Incredible place. the 2set that bought me pizza is gone. are medieval European inventions. Like my ears are ringing and verbal communication is impossible. Sunday. For example. I tell her to take us somewhere else and we go to a karaoke place. First. Not feeling it. They stay in the karaoke room and I try to open dead sets in other parts of the bar. it may have gotten somewhere (depending. my impressions of DC threads that I had worked all week to cultivate were falling apart. Clocks. think about this. I was abbreviating the threads and not giving them the emotion and emphasis that made them powerful. June 12. and the duration of events. It takes me nearly an hour to get back. Time soon came to be seen as not only God’s order for the universe. I let her take the lead on where to go since I don‘t know the city. Second. think about Thursday and Friday. Whoa. TIME. phases of the moon. Our perception of time was based on the rising and setting of the sun. changing of seasons. Economic success depended on timely exchange. and their predecessor the sundial.‖ I start using terminology and shit and tell her that she is going to be my wingwoman. When I come back. and actually start that tremendous walk before last call. I could spend days here. but didn‘t force her friend to stop. Think about how long mankind existed without clocks and watches to regulate time. 2005 NR: DC D7: Some TIME at the Smithsonian 6/12. of course. America produced millions of watches and the most precise clocks. cycles of hunger and sleep. the girl I wanted (hey.and made an attempt to get to know her. Then I‘d chat someone else. I picked a target for once) mentioned a ―FB‖ when I said something about how she should not be so exclusive with her boyfriend.) Also. Stupid ass shit. on how pissed off her friend really was—she had stopped talking to me. I actually get her and her friend to venue change and buy me a pizza slice. Like. ―I have an FB on the side. I call it a draw.
Yes.” As clocks became more affordable and more desired as status symbols. The invention of the automobile and lights and telephones and moving pictures were INTELLECTUALIZING TIME and had us seeing that time is relative. or hadn’t the need to tell time. religions started adjusting routines and schedules to conform to clock time. measured out. Employers began to CONTROL TIME with master clocks. and of limited duration—offers a ritual to mark the transition to leisure time. Soon people we expected to know the time – and we were held accountable for being on time. It was the Industrial Revolution that transformed the making of clocks from a craft into a factory-based industry. We put watches on our wrists so we would know the time at every moment. time stamps.watchmakers redesigned watches so that they could be assembled from interchangeable parts with special machines by unskilled laborers. Bet you never thought about this stuff. All American ideals. Now everyone could afford a timepiece. huh? So here’re some questions that the exhibit poses: Do you have enough time? Who controls your time? What role does the clock play in your life? Can you ignore the clock? . Alarm clocks and wrist watches flourished in the 1870s and 1880s. What’s worse. some countries refused to acknowledge standard time (at the time).” Americans became obsessed with using time efficiently. and accidents.” Time restricted personal behavior. People with round-the-clock schedules risk chronic fatigue. ill health. Even the Swiss—the previous top watch makers—began to adopt American factory-based watch-making methods. whistles. “It’s time for a drink” became the watchword of after-work in many urban and suburban communities. People desired clocks as status symbols even when they could not tell time. Well. It was gradual that people began to tell time by “time of the clock” or “time o’clock. the incessant regimentation of the workplace and the spread of the fixed-hour workday heightened the distinction between labor and leisure. We were constantly ORGANIZING TIME and we adopted the second to be the fundamental unit of time. We also started EXPANDING TIME by introducing 24 hours restaurants and stores and thinking that “open all night” and reversed schedules (Rooster vs Owl) was the way to be progressive. in 1883 Americans came up with the idea of having TIME ZONES to create a “standard time. Time is constantly divided up. in terms of the clock. Everyone had a “portable mechanized assistant for maintaining an irrational time discipline.” And the next year the concept went worldwide. and not to be wasted. We began to sleep with clocks. and the notion of “speedy efficiency. The cocktail hour--defined. ironically. time clocks. But you have to realize that the human animal is diurnal—we are supposed to SLEEP when it gets dark. Women wore watches as neck chains and brooches.
But also the sound of people. But there was also a couple downstream loudly playing in the water. The smell of cigarette smoke was also overwhelmingly present. Finally I stood up and continued on to the waterfall feeling refreshed and renewed. So I’m walking this trail and I start to think. And where’s the waterfall? I’ve been walking forever. Smells. Butterflies. 2005 Just a Little Hike in VA 6/15. Tuesday. there must have been twenty people. Old folks. Dragonflies. I knew when I was nearing the waterfall because the sounds changed. but it all kind of looks the same. It’s this 105-mile road that follows the contours of the ridge with pullout scenic vistas every couple miles. Several species of fish in the water (including a brook trout about eight inches long).” So I found a trail to walk with the intent and expectation of seeing a waterfall.” So I decided to stop and sit. June 14. I sat down without expectation and I slowly began to notice things. Things I hadn’t paid any attention to before. Mosses. but they all kind of looks the same. that’s why they blazed the trail. Just watching. I sat here for several minutes.. Most were waiting in line for a photo opportunity. People speaking foreign tongues. Flowers. Vines.Why is the clock so important? Is faster better? Is patience a virtue? When does time go by too fast? What is your best time of day? Are you ever out of synch? How long is too long? Of course SUN night I met up with Narcissisto and Alessandro and we hit the streets. And a crawfish that emerged for just a second. I mean. I saw the coolest little yellow and gray bird chasing and flirting with each other. Just letting life exist.not shit going on besides working girls and a random salsa party that we crashed. “This trail is nice. Well I stopped moving and I tried to stop thinking. When I got to the falls. And birds. There was of course the sound of heavily flowing water. I notice many insects flying about. . peeking from his rock shelter. “These views are nice. Today I was at Shenandoah National Park driving Skyline Drive.. Pretty soon I’m thinking. I’ve got to get off this road and take a hike. So I’m stopping at all these viewpoints like it’s absolutely obligatory to stop at every one. Teenagers. Fishflies. Ferns. People wanted other people to see this amazing sight for themselves. Sounds.
“I just wanted to make sure you didn’t leave here without noticing something. from the “Shenandoah Overlook” promotional paper. Love life. Then I wondered. discovered after my experience: “When the strongest force of water we experience in our daily lives is from the shower head or the garden hose. tumbling down. As I had just started hiking up. Nature is truly wonderful and wondrous. Some are soothed by the rushing sound of water against rock. “Well. Beautiful. lost in contemplation. I glance downward just in time to see this couple showing the trout and the butterfly to someone else. I decided to start heading back up the hill. At the base of any waterfall you can find people simply gazing. Then I wondered if any of these people would become aware of the scene if I kept intensely focused on it. Some find the waterfall a symbol of self-renewal. Shouldn’t I. crashing into rocks and pools and bouncing sprays delight our senses. I walk up to this Hispanic couple and their little girl nearest me. am I obligated to show anyone what I have noticed? Or is this serendipitous scene meant just for me?” Then I thought about the people who built the highway and the people that blazed the trail so I could have this moment. No one noticed what I was noticing right in front of us all.” And I pointed toward the fish and the butterfly (that was now flying about. “What a sight this is to witness two amazing creatures right next to each other. Most people took their photo and left. I thought. I say. Soon my attention was drawn to something else.” I started to wonder if the were even aware of each other. wild water is thrilling. the power of unrestrained. in turn. show someone else? And I did. So I stared at this fish and this butterfly as they did their respective mostlymotionless things. Good times." “The power and grace of unfettered nature can be awe inspiring. I noticed a scene where a red-spotted purple butterfly had landed on a rock a mere foot away from a brook trout in an adjacent pool. I sat and watched the people and the wildlife. oblivious to each other. I turned for one last look. realizing the differences between the two.So I climbed up on a nearby rock and watched. They thanked me for pointing out the wildlife. Millions of gallons of water coursing over a rocky edge.” . Also. but still in the area). A few took off a shoe and cautiously dipped a toe into the cold water at the base of the waterfall. They showed their daughter who was delighted.
She breezes past me long enough for me to see her shoulder-length light-red hair and really nice breasts. that doesn’t mean that my mind has not been somewhat occupied with women and seduction as I enjoyed these other activities. Then SHE walks in. if she sits down in the café or otherwise stays in the store. Then I think. goddamn. I was thinking about what a great day I had and how it sucked that I couldn’t stay longer (and in fact couldn’t even tour the rest of the park) because I have to hit the Interstate.) This was practically the only person I talked to all day. I turn and see her ass in tight jeans. I absolutely have to talk to her. I mean. She’s at the café counter ordering a drink. No eye contact. It seems like it “just happened. I’m eager to see what shots turned out best. they have a mall and (as I later found out) not one.” I didn’t spend a whole day or even a night “in field. So I think: You have to talk to her. Super Wal-Marts. Then I think. What just happened was so intense and exciting I have to write it up NOW--mere minutes after it just happened. I’m sitting there all sweaty (and smelly no doubt) in shorts and a t-shirt and hiking boots.” (Well. Messy hair. you could be plowing that ass tonight.) So I roll into Harrisonburg. well. I’m surprised that Harrisonburg is a sizeable city. Yet I just had sex. What a day. as I had been wearing a hat all day. VA after spending the day in Shenandoah National Park. but two. Then I think. So I made a compromise with myself. I sit there and transfer the pictures from the memory cards to the laptop. (Read earlier posts for more on the topic of the lifestyle I am cultivating. But I certainly have not spent any time today “picking up” or even socializing. June 15. I see a large chain bookstore that closes at 11PM and decide that I will sit in the café for one hour and charge my batteries and sort the pictures from the day. I can barely believe it. Didn’t even get a good look at her face. it just wasn’t meant to be. I was actually in an actual FIELD for awhile. I just did what I felt like doing. . but you’re smelly and sweaty and dressed shabbily and BUSY and you’re leaving within the hour. This was a true Lifestyle Lay. Of course. you think too much. if she gets her drink and walks out the door. yeah but. It is 10PM exactly. I spent today sightseeing and hiking and spending time outdoors and taking pictures (see earlier blog post). Stuff that brings me pleasure that is not related to women or seduction. Amazing. Me likes.Wednesday. 2005 LR: Virginia: Deer or Waterfalls? 6/15. I said.
Well, she gets her drink and takes off to another part of the store. She had no interest in lingering around the café, where I was the only person to be seen. I wait a minute or so and go off to find her. I see her sitting with a magazine and I decide to walk past her to the bathroom. There I decided to approach her with a neutral opener and ask her where something was. I also made it a point to avoid looking in the mirror. I figured that if I confirmed that I was dressed poorly or looked sweaty and worn, I would rationalize not approaching. But I made a pact with myself. It’s on. I walk from her left in front of her where she is sitting and past her and pivot toward her and stop and say: “Hey…do you know if there is a Wal-Mart around here?” She starts giving me directions by naming streets and I shake my head with a confused look and I say, “I don’t know streets, I’ve never been in this city before in my life.” Well, she didn’t take the hook. Instead she gives more descriptive and detailed directions. I repeat them and then say, “Guess there’s not much to do around here since you’re in a bookstore on a Tuesday night.” She says, “I love to read” and she turned her attention back to her magazine. I say, “Cool. I have to go get back to my computer before some bookworm steals it.” I go to the computer and I think, damn, she was not very warm. Well, I did the approach. Done. I tried. I go back to sorting the pictures. The photos are NICE. Soon I think, wouldn’t it be cool if someone were over here looking at them with me? That girl probably would like them, couldn’t hurt to ask here over. Then I decided, you know what, I’m just going to pick up the computer and go to her! And that’s what I did. I put the computer in my bag without turning it off and walk up to where she’s sitting. GS: Deer or waterfalls? HB: What? GS: Deer…or…waterfalls? HB: Uh, waterfalls, I guess. GS: Cool. I’m going to show you something amazing; these are the pictures I took today. So I sit down, whip out the computer and start showing her the pictures. The waterfall pictures are before the deer, but of course I show her both. I tell a very brief version of the story that I typed up for the pervious post. She’s not giving me her full attention – still flipping through the magazine. Some of the deer pictures are really wonderful. Like cute fawn frolicking in a field of flowers. Another one of a doe liking the fawn’s ass.
I look at a few pictures, then engage her again, “look at this one.” She tells me that the place is a really common place to see deer. I tell her that I had fun and I tell her that I’VE never seen anything like this number of deer in Georgia. She asks what part of GA and relates a story of when she was in Atlanta and tells me that she used to go to school in Greenville, South Carolina. Now she is back home and has transferred to JMU (she’s 20). GS: J…M…U… HB: James Madison University GS: You spoiled it! I was going to guess. I knew it had to be one of the eight Virginian presidents. HB: Yeah, it’s a nice school. You should check it out. GS: Like right now? Is there anything I’d be interested in… like a bell tower or a cool sculpture? I love to check out landmarks and public art. HB: Uh…well, there is a statue of James Madison. GS: Cool. We should go steal it and hold it for ransom. We’ll tie rope around it to pull it over with your car. Then stash it in the forest. When the authorities catch up with us, we’ll demand that they give you straight A’s. By that time, I’ll be long gone! HB: Okay, because that’s the only way I’d get straight A’s! As you can see, I was trying to structure a reason for her to spend time with me and show me something. Insta-date. Plus I was future projecting a silly adventure of us doing stuff together. We talk a little more about Greenville and this city and how grocery stores are different in the south. I tell her a few quick stories and tell her that I plan to go to Natural Bridge the next day. She tells me that the drive is not bad and it is a beautiful place. I talk about how I hate driving straight through long distances because I’m a sucker for stopping to see the sights and meeting interesting people. Etc, etc. So she gets up to leave and says, “Have fun at Wal-Mart. I actually need to go over there and get some make-up.” Hmm… I say, “Cool, I should just ride with you. So I don’t get lost. And you can show me the James Madison statue and the rest of your campus.” She says “OK.” I say, “Hang on” and she waits while I shut down the computer. It’s almost 11PM. We go outside the bookstore, and I say “hang on” again as I put the computer in the van. Just as I walk to the passenger side and she says, “Do you sleep in your van?” I think this is pretty bold of her to ask. She’s keen. I say, “Yeah. Allows me to be anywhere I want. It’s extremely convenient….and comfortable.” We take off and she starts talking about how she has moved back home with her parents for the summer and how she hates it because they are nosy and like to know where she is at all times. She tells me how they got pissed when she first started staying at her boyfriends and she says “like that’s the ONLY place we could be having sex.” I ignore the sex thread and say that it is nice that her parents are protective and concerned. She should appreciate that. BTW, I don’t know her name—we have not introduced.
We do a little drive-thru tour of campus and I have her tell me things about the city, etc. She’s telling me that it’s basically a college party town. I ask about nightlife and talk a bit about nightlife in DC. She tells me about the restaurant she works at. When we get to Wal-Mart, I say, “What did you say you needed, make-up?” She says, “Yeah, I was looking at these fashion magazines and now I feel like I need new make-up.” Hahaha! Anyway, I ignore the plea for beauty reassurance. And I don’t make a comment on the influence of pop culture playing on her insecurities. Instead, I tell her about how excited I was when our town got its first Wal-Mart Supercenter. And how they should have date-nights at Wal-Marts. We go straight to the makeup section. I put on some lipstick. She laughs. I say I have to get a gallon of water and I’ll come back. That doesn’t take long. When I get back, she’s like, “you ready.” No makeup? “They don’t have what I’m looking for.” Chicks are fun. The indicators of interest are mounting. But it gets even better. I buy the water and say, “Where to now?” She says, “I don’t know. I could show you where I work.” Cool. When whe get out of the car this time, she say, “By the way, I’m….” and I introduce myself and tell her that it is nice to meet her. Anyway, this place is a really upscale brew pub and she tells me they have really busy happy hours. They are closed now, but her coworkers are in there drinking. We go in and I tell her she is “one of those people who can’t stay away from their workplace, even on her day off.” Her rebuttal is to say that it doesn’t count because they are closed and we will only be there a minute. She gives me a tour and tells me about the job and I meet a couple people. Asks if I want a drink, but I really didn’t want get stuck there. I scan the menu and talk to a dude about how the brew thing works while she chats this chick. I hear her telling this girl that she almost had a threesome with her boyfriend and his brother. But she didn’t because the brother was only fifteen. And she didn’t like that he was hitting on her by making fun of her. But she almost did it, “just to say she had.” I said, “Hey you could have checked two things off your list at once. The brother scenario and the underage fantasy. That would have really lowered your Purity Test score.” They laugh. The other girl says that she has never had sex with brothers but she has had sex with best friends. Who are these sex-crazed women? And why-oh-why didn’t I play up BOTH of these girls for a threesome?!? Damn, I let that one slip. So my girl takes me next door to this place that is a coffee shop during the day and a bar at night. I say that is becoming quite a trend. I dig it. It’s the only place open on a Tuesday night. There are about 8 people in there. Cool place with collages on every wall. She gets some mocha-thing which is her second coffee drink since we met. I led her to a corner that has a shit load of thrift store books and say, “You’ll like it here since you like to read.”
I pick up a book called “Thriving on Chaos.” I say this is just like me. Someone who quits his job, severs his social ties, and hits the road in search of life and adventure, thriving on chaos. I turn to a random page where a chapter is titled: “Creating A Climate That Encourages Spontaneous Initiative-Taking.” Whoa…how appropriate. I scanned the chapter and found out it was some dense business theory, but I love the title. I say, “Did you notice the make-out corner.” There were two couples making out across the room. She says something about how she hates PDA. I agree and say, “I mean, show some decorum, all the lonely people in the world don’t want to see that.” We talk a little about movies and music and hobbies. (I love girls that consider sleeping a hobby.) I tell her that we have to get her some adventure. I ask her what her life would be rated as a movie. She says R because of sex and language. I tell her that if she had said G or PG then I couldn’t continue to talk to her. She asks me in turn. I say R, but I offer no stories. Somehow she starts telling me about loosing her virginity by getting fucked on the floor while her best friend slept on the couch in the same room. We are sitting on different chairs facing each other in a way that out legs are positioned at 90 degrees toward each other. She puts her legs across my knees and I act casual about it but then I look at her feet in her sandals and I say, “Man…someone’s got some dirty feet.” She takes her feet down and looks offended. I don’t apologize, but I say: GS: “You don’t have esteem issues do you?” HB: “Of course not, I have a healthy self-image. I love myself.” GS: “Good… because I think you’re cute. And I want you to be comfortable with me liking you. That’s really why I came to talk to you at the bookstore.” HB: “I figured as much.” (She smiles.) GS: “Now, if we could just clean your feet, we might have something here.” (She laughs.) So, I saw signs of a somewhat low or average self-esteem and I used that as an opportunity to give her the SOI that I felt she needed. Since I had approached her in an implicitly direct way and so far I’d been pretty tentative and cautious in showing interest, she seemed the type to need a little reassurance. I really like her ‘figured as much’ response. She says come sit here and pats her chair. I say, “Do I get a back rub?” She asks, “Do I get one in return?” I say, “Sure. But I give intense massages, not weak back rubs.” I move in and she massages my shoulders and I say harder and she gets into it and I moan and sway just a bit. She says, “My turn” and I say not yet and I have her do me a little more. We swap seats and I give her a pretty intense little massage. I tell her that she is so tense and she needs to get her BF to give her massages more often. I mention a couple threads like “massage is hypnosis for the body.” Intense. I also massage her scalp and I’m leaning in and breathing intensely on her neck.
I remind her that I have a long drive and I should get going.” GS: “That’s…nice…to know…but you’re going to have to beg for it. Now she is in full chase mode and she asks if she could come with me.” HB: “Come on. etc). Love life. “Baby. “How do you want this to end. I say.” Then I started playing with her pussy to let her know that I would indeed be fucking her then and there. are you kidding? I *don’t* want this to end. Normally the bike would block the side and you’d have to enter the van from the front or the rear. GS: “Well shit. I tell her that she would have to follow me in her car because I was not going to come back up that way. you sure look comfortable. tests. She walks around and: HB: “I want to see the inside of the van. So she just lays back on the pillows and the heap of clothes other stuff that we could have moved.” I thought I was being remarkably clever when I said. I have to see where you sleep.” She pulls me in and we make out again.”GS: “I don’t know--I wasn’t exactly expecting to give a tour today. but without telling her that I’m going to show her anything either.” So I open the side door and she just hops in! It is only possible to do this at this point because my bike was stolen in DC. Proceed to make-out and I pull back. She turns her head and her body around and we kiss.Smelling her hair and brushing my cheeks and nose against her. She’s giving me pretty good head and she says. I go to the passenger’s side of my van and get some water. Developing TESTS for Screening Women Here is a series of insights I have had recently. patterns.” It was all pretty obscene from there.” Maybe. games. Of all the types of verbal threads we use in seduction (stories. what is generally the best for SCREENING a chick? What‘s best for giving her an opportunity to qualify herself to your high standards? To me the answer is obvious: TESTS.” HB: “Mmmm…I want you so bad. routines. “You are driving me wild. I hop out of her car without saying goodbye. I‘m finding out more and more the importance of screening (or sometimes just pseudo- . We talk about what time we would have to get up to leave and I tell her that she should get home and get some sleep and not worry her parents. but I am trying to be…good. She thinks about it and says okay and that “maybe we could get a room at the lodge down there. So we drive back to the bookstore. jokes.
I see this as a frame that a PUA would want to reverse. in this scenario. Like. I‘ll show you something really cool. affection. We have something in common. Both are gatekeepers that decide if you are eligible to gain admittance or acceptance to have or experience some kind of prize or reward. and sex. I want to have structured and effective ―shit tests‖ ready to present before she even thinks she has to test me. So. Playfully. Guys pride themselves by knowing how to pass the test or ignore it. etc. I‘ll say. of course. 3) We also talk about field testing material and tactics. who administers tests? Authority figures and teachers. I‘m an authority figure in a girl‘s life.or c. The way I see it. Search the archives if you don‘t know. what I want to do is run wild with this theory and develop fun tests that will screen for qualities that she should posses in order to receive the prizes that she desires (and has earned). 5) Some things I have found myself doing in set that are kind of like tests: If a song comes on that I actually like (so rare). you are most likely to a. I say. the trust test. I want her to know that there is a ―right‖ and expected answer and my impression of her will be affected by her answer.‖ 6) The above example is not as effective as having an actual test with a desired answer because for all she knows I could be ―pushing a match‖ and saying I like something that I don‘t so we seem similar. You get a point.b. is through TESTS. Very AFC. 2) We also talk about ―shit-tests‖ as negative frames that girls present to us that we must pass. The kiss test. I can see myself running a series like this. now I have to give you the XYZ test and run it. I mean. kisses. I also have the ability to teach her many things about the world and her role as a woman. I‘m thinking the most efficient way to determine if a girl has these qualities. or at least to get some indicator of their precence. or advance toward a goal. I‘m attractive and dominant and selective. company. Is she adventurous? Spontaneous? Sensual? Curious? Intelligent? Rich? Bi? Etc. That‘s the pursuit for me right now is to develop effective and fun tests to use in my rap for the purpose of screening and building attraction and being a challenge. Just a spin here is that we‘d be testing tests. okay. Other insights: 1) I can think of three tests that I have encountered in this community and they all are money. Or to just say. ―Cool. to attend a certain school. . This term also shows the pervasiveness and importance of testing in general. I personally have amazing results with these. Some are verbal some involve touching. 4) I‘m also reminded of those popular little multiple choice tests that are in women‘s magazines.‖ Or if a girl says she likes something that I also like. This could be the permission to drive. I‘ll have to go find one of these magazines. The reward for her is of course my attention. and the girlfriend test. ―If you can name the band that sings this song. kino.screening) women to determine if they have the qualities and behavioral characteristics that I‘m looking for. stories. I want to ask a girl a question and instead of just accepting her answer.
2005 Top 5 Truckin' Tunes Phantom 309 – Red Sovine CB Savage – Rod Hart White Knight – T. Like when you say. Joie de Vivre. Charisma Likened to magic and mysticism Common in figures that inspire devotion Brilliant communicators.7) I‘m also reminded of how gimmicks such as handwriting analysis can be used as screening mechanisms. allowing you to give in to togetherness You forget yourself in his company and climb into the palm of his hand They have great synchrony. It‘ll tell you things about yourself that your best friend probably doesn‘t know. use rich imagery Expressivity is the most visible trait Underneath is someone sensitive. eloquent. and Grace. HWA is a test.‖ In that sense. rhythm. and unconsciously adjust posture or speech Charismatic people get others to synchronize to them They have a keen sense of timing. or beauty) make a person stand apart: Charisma. Music Festival Truck Driving Son of a Gun – Dave Dudley Looking at the World thru a Windshield – Del Reeves The Four X-Factors of Success (PT notes) These are notes from Psychology Today 6/05 ―The Superpowers‖ article by Carlin Flora. and image They play the crowd like improvisational jazz Charisma can‘t be taught. Saturday. Enjoy. and self-confident Charismatic people never play small We spot charisma in people within seconds of meeting them A charismatic person acts as a bonding agent. ―This is so cool. rapport. repetition. Chutzpah.H. This is completely relevant to the art and game of seduction. June 18. visionary. but it can be approximated by communication techniques that will ideally become second nature Social proof: I better pay attention to him because these other people have . in-control. But best of all. The article explains the four ―x-factors‖ that create a larger-than-life personality whose essence (beyond brains. it will let me know if you are someone I‘d really like to get to know in the ways that count. or a pseudo-test. verbally fluent. talent.
authoritative. upsetting. mindful. MLK Jr. emphasizing shared interests Poised. Erin Brockovich. Buddha. Richard Simmons. rarely stirs up annoyance or suspicion Examples in article: Nelson Mandela. but immune to the corruption that comes with power Rarely overwhelmed by their own feelings or by discomfort Wise. exuberant. able to strike the right emotional chord Introspective. kind Able to accept life‘s inevitable slings and arrows Supremely conscious of the correct way to uphold a public role Ale to use their radiant presence to connect with the public The quietest of the x-factors. making people say ―oh. able to put people at ease. with impeccable timing. Jackie Kennedy . able to cut to the heart of a problem. audacity. Steve Cohen Chutzpah Putting an original perspective on things Exhibiting brash outspokenness. warm.Examples in article: JFK. making jaws drop. Audrey Hepburn. Tony Robbins. positive Like windup dolls that never run down Passionate explores who view their work as play Social interaction is a positive reward for these people Getting excited by the new and novel Motivated to meet new people and connect with them Exuberance spreads quickly and expands peoples sense of possibilities Unbridled excitement and a gratefulness to just be alive Envious people will trivialize joie de vivre It is a mistake to believe that exuberant people haven‘t seen the complexities of life Examples in article: Angela Brown. playful. Oprah. compassionate Open. encouraging. or annoying Being a bad-boy. and drive when the world punches you in the nose Being persistently audacious with a fearless temperament Arrogantly taking advantage of social knowledge. composed. gumption and being provocative to break boundaries Chutzpah often creates contempt and jealousy Examples in article: Craig Venter. Yo-Yo Ma Grace Having equanimity and fierce benevolence Dignified. Judith Regan Joie de Vivre Having zeal paired with emotional responsiveness Being charming. tolerant. outlandishness Moving forward without worrying about offending. perky. the nerve‖ Openly challenging conformist tendencies Crossing social norms to purposefully challenge convention Having originality and simplicity over a bedrock of intellect Having an original idea and the insight to know it‘s important Having conviction. calm. joyful. at the risk of hurting others Walking the line between productive shake-ups and naked aggression Using natural boldness.
Some looked like they had pretty tight assholes tho. and I think did a fine job in a combined effort at "working the door" and saving some cash! Ha! Good start!! Ran into some girls that GoneSavage already knew.. He made a comment about me talking to them. Which is gonna mean either *working cover charges on the weekends or *checking out some of the Atlanta hot spots during the week when there is no cover just to get to know 'em. when to back out * figuring out how to make the PUA look as good as possible without looking like his girlfriend or some shit that would blow it for him *any other baddies and/or goodies the guys noticed... cuz I assumed that's what he had in mind. or what. and maybe u do which is cool. Like the rest of you. (Other than booty for boys of course. Originally Sid had wanted to go to some places in Buckhead. Good idea..) So. June 19.Sunday. AND shake my ass. Did my best to let everybody know to be totally harsh w/critique at the time or in review.) Current sticking points. Liz (aka Kittywoman) had this to say: The four of us met at Starbucks prior to hitting the streets.and did my best at making him seem even more interesting. nice mystery. unless you like black chicks. GoneSavage excepted since he's not local (actually I never figured out if you were local and traveling. Anyways. I think that Midtown would be much easier for sarging than Buckhead. GoneSavage-.. we went to Leopard Lounge. and would have done so more. ha!) I had no personal goals (had all the FB I could (or should) get over the last week. You'll also get to know firm pre-cover times. since it was close. Lots of HBs (I thought) but maybe a slightly older crowd.. they all knew each other. we went first to Shout.thanks for letting me know directly that what I could do most. my goal was to work on my Wing technique (all right. Sid and Liz in Atlanta. Went out with Joey. *suppressing my natural dominance * knowing when to pop in. but hadn't met me). I'll never get any better if coddled and I don't take any of it personally and get girly n shit. It gave us the opportunity to discuss what everyone's goals were for the evening.My observations: GoneSavage did plenty of opening and I only broke into one. I had NO idea that you thought I could have helped and wanted me to come in. From there. . Just touch me and I've got it. I think he did a good job of nonverbally letting me know what my role was (the arm around the waist helped) and I hope I picked up correctly. since we had never met (well. I'm VERY interested in your perspective. so I did-. Personally.. 2005 OR: Atlanta: Hanging with a Playette SAT 6/18. (The Swedish chick was the hottest I talked to all night by the way). ha!) but my first comment would be that ya'll should really know your "terrain". but also wanted to have my own good time so went on about my business as well. SID. I did a couple times.. drink some whiskey and have a good time. I will rarely critique really myself here. For Sid and Joey it was to push them into sets.when you were talking to the girls at the bar.
. it's okay. If I'm in ATL again (probably not until September) and we meet up again. That said. other than that I wasn't involved." I add: Liz.." I just shrugged. Saw a cutie HB Dancing girl. Ha! Chick could pull that .I made the mistake of "Chick Frame"! Also. But I will say.sorry the "are you a stripper" was a dud (my bad). I joined GoneSavage and the girls he knew from LLounge. GoneSavage. Your level of energy and frequency of interaction was fine by me.... I would really have to stop and think and come up with a structure for a "wingwoman" to truly be helpful in field..From there. (who..LOTS of opening! Sweetttt. to Sutra. thanks for taking the time to write this up. now that I think about it. Briefly.. Thanks again for hanging with us and showing me Midtown and helping me get in for free. But the social proof is always good and its nice to have someone interesting and attractive to turn to as a "decoy wing" or to just chat and connect. GoneSavage. And thanks for showing me the "Midtown Scene. or rather. but at least pulled many cock blocks. Silly afc's.." It seems more relaxed and more upscale and not so full of attention/validation-seeking teenage chicks.. wondering if I kept your girls on the dance floor too much? Not really where u needed 'em now was it? hmmmmm. Maybe that is just me because I am fiercely independent and I realize that the game is played (orat least learned) ALONE. Don't cry for me. targets that weren't getting all giggly and flirty with that bastard GoneSavage guy. I went home and banged my LTR... it was fun hanging with you and I can think of nothing you did to hinder a set. "Why would a girl be interested in that? I'll never understand. so can't really say if there was escalation. especially without 3Some intention. mostly for lack of targets. I'm still being delicate with this girl as to telling her what all I actually DO when she's not around).) Too bad Sid's car got towed from Starbucks :( . You also don't seem intimidated at all by a not-bad-looking older woman with lots of experience! Your average afc chick probably stands no chance... BTW. If I find myself back in ATL for any period of time I will concentrate on this crowd more than Buckhead. ha! --Kittywoman Joey adds: "The night just kinda withered and died for me.. was befuddled when I told her that a chick was out with us tonight as a 'wingwoman'. you have an excellent presence. I will definitely have come up with a wingwoman plan of action.
We plan a vague date to steal a boat and tour the Chesapeake the next day. Not the tourist traps and the expensive restaurants. And the rubber bracelets that say “courage” and “love” and the like. there too. well. We chat. Nice kiss. I look at the blonde as I am passing and stick my tongue out at her. We walk to what is more of an arts district and we go to a coffee-bar. The brunette is on her phone. Then I see THEM. I drove into Annapolis feeling this amazing energy. I wanted to see if the devastatingly cute sales girl had noticed me before. She’s got a curfew. If I can’t close because of logistics or whatever. So I move on. I entice her to be my tour guide. Damn. I keep talking. I swing in and sit right between them. . Sitting on a bench with space between them. 19 and lives at home. I make fun of a couple of items in the store. They give each other “do you know him?’ looks. She tells me a bit about Naptown. I’m realizing that a simple daytime insta-date is about as reliable as a nightgame make-out in a club. We share laughs. I came back when she closed the store. I think I saw you earlier. The sun was setting. June 24. so I left and came back. HB: “Uh.” GS: “Well…I hope that doesn’t mean what I think it might mean. Let’s go have some fun… I cross the street beyond where they are sitting and walk up toward them.” HB: “Well it is a little town. right there in front of my wheel estate. Without noting a reaction. I got a couple shots of the state house and swung into a few t-shirt and souvenir shops. 2005 LR: Annapolis: Threesome on the Dock of the Bay 6/23 I’d had a great drive from VA and I made stops at two historic sites including the birthplace of George Washington. I visit a couple dead bars. “I’ve already been in here. haven’t I?” I remark on my second visit. Did you go see the capitol? She’s engaged. the possibility of seeing her another day is pretty rare. We hold hands as we walk back and we kiss. “So…what’s there to do in Annapolis tonight? Where’s the happening hotspot--the hangout of the hip?” One girl is on the phone. Across the street.” HB: “What’s that?” GS: “That I’ve seen it all…I’ve seen all your city has to offer: Souvenir shops and a statue of Alex Haley. People were milling about the harbor area. The blonde is. so my question is directed more toward the other girl. I tell her about the other sites that I had seen that day. yeah. Like the crab claw lighter. She’d been busy with customers.Friday. I tell her that I want to see where the creative and fascinating and offbeat locals hang out. I got a parking space with no problem and didn’t even have to pay to park.
because once guys like these open their mouths—it’s all over. “hey buddy. “Uh…who invited this guy. you’re friend is being really forward with me. I’m energetic and open and I like to meet new people. It’d be great as long as they didn’t speak. he’s mine!” It’s more like. shit. Now I see why girls believe in love at first sight. I met this guy who’s fascinating and intriguing and captivating and amazing…. it could help you screen for the kind of people you really would like to meet. The one over there with the neon. Well. but let her know that I’m really not that easy. It’s a hit with this two set. I have to tell you—it’s over.” Then this guy comes up to me and he says. what did I do? And he takes me to the door and points to this sign that says “Members Only” and then he just says. Anyway. honey. Members Only? How does he know I’m not a member? Where I’m from there’s NO members only clubs. I like to share stories. so this place turns out to be a complete frat-boy cock-fest. you won’t believe this. you know? So I see all these people down there. I have no agenda. So you . this girl was in NY. Here’s another thread: You know how all these people are wearing these silly rubber bracelets that say “strength” and “courage” and stuff? At first I thought they were really cheesy. but instead I said something like. but I can’t keep it a secret any longer. but then I thought maybe it’s a good idea. the girls laugh and the brunette tells me that she is talking to a girl and she wants me to talk to her. But not the good kind of whispering. as if I am her: “Uh. Then I’d fit in… So the blonde is laughing and asking me the “where are you from” type questions. Toward the brunette who’s still on the phone. you two should go over there. Actually. Hey. in bed.maybe it was a swingers club…you’re not a member are you? So then I go to this other place.” Well. I’m going to come out with a pink polo shirt and a sweater across my shoulders… holding a beer in one hand and an ice cream cone in the other. Man.” I’m thinking. what is this shit. See. “Where are you? Tonight is the most happening night ever! It’s like Mardi Gras down here! Come meet us. let me show you something. And I notice that like everyone is staring at me. I’ve perfected my Annapolis look. and I figure that is the place to be. I’m the kind of person who is just social. I should have run with lesbian talk. WTF. See that place down there…yeah the one across the harbor with all the people. now that I think about it…. Sorry to have to break up like this. tonight. Okay sure.” I’m like. You know. They say nothing attracts a crowd like a crowd. like “He’s cute…Stay back. And whispering. You’d be the only girls in the place and these guys would buy you drinks all night. I really don’t mind. So I go in and I’m just kinda getting a feel for the place. “Bye. So I roll into your town and I’m feeling great. I give the phone back to the brunette and talk to the blond. Yeah. let me try to spell one out…. I say. the first place I went turned out to be a “Members Only” private affair and the second place was a frat-boy cock-fest and clearly I forgot my pink polo. It’s a similar approach as to when I was in DC and the first club I went in turned out to be a strip-club and the second place I went to turned out to be a lesbian club. Shit. Unless it’s a swingers club—but that’s a different story.” Anyway.Tonight I’ve got threads about the first two places I visited. BTW. I mean.
” I’m refereeing to some engraved words at the memorial.” HB: “Um. Lots of joking around. The blonde is walking ahead of us and I’m looking more exclusive with the brunette. It will give me something to pilfer through. And how we were going to capitalize on the place and charge people for make-out space and charge other people fees to watch. So I do the same with the brunette and then the blonde. I slap both of their legs (in jeans) and I say: GS: “So where are we going now? It’s so exciting to have two cute tour guides… Show me that one spot that is just so tranquil and serene that no tourist could possible know about it. I’m going to close my eyes. The blonde is 21 and the brunette is 20. So for me. we could take you under the bridge. smart. We chatted some more and introductions were in there somewhere. Including a to-go box that she *swore* was from the same day.” GS: “What. It’s like a teenage make-out place. She apologized for the mess saying that she wasn’t expecting company. There is no kino at this point. sexy. “It’s cool. I say it remind me of something else. And I finger-write a letter on her back and have her guess what it is. I had a fun idea to introduce touch.” So. I ride in the backseat. So we go to the brunette’s car. This leads to some light massaging of her shoulders. But my clothes are staying on. are we going to meet homeless people?” HB: (laughing) “No. We talked about her qualities and how you would have to earn them and prove that you exhibit such qualities. Then we went to this war memorial and things got a little heated. “Hey. I’d love to check it out. The blonde senses this and appears to give us space. Found an Italian text book and quizzed her.” It is now midnight and I’ve been talking with these girls for ten minutes tops. So the brunette takes my hand so lightly (if you think about it. First we were talking about the couples making out. Found out they were both music (voice) majors at a college on the MD side of DC. I make fun of some of the stuff I find in the backseat. I said. There are also a couple times throughout the night when I wonder off to give them time to talk and perhaps decide what they are going to do with me. but there is definitely sexual tension building with the brunette. And they are best friends. um…Adventurous. it’s like a park where you can see all of the city and the harbor. you do not need to be guided to feel an engraving) and traces a letter with my finger. It is actually kind of challenging because the letters are not very big and not carved very deep.” GS: “Cool. spontaneous. uh…rich. I’m not sure what’s going to happen. Though they had both lived in Annapolis most of their lives and are home for the summer. I’m still in social-fun mode. and you trace my hand over these letters and I’ll see if I can determine what it says. In festive and energetic tone. What would your bracelets say…besides feisty? Look at the artistry there. on the ride. I would look for one that say. Actually.wouldn’t waste too much time with the wrong people--you just look at their bracelets. Which was more of a chance for them to laugh at my inability to pronounce the words. The brunette finally ends her call. It’s like a list of their best qualities. The brunette looks a little . I say. We first went to this park/pier with a view of the Naval Academy.
Then I find this unlocked storage shed with a big-ass wagon in it. who is the most outspoken of the three of us (remember I’m just being chill about all this) says that it would be even more fun if we were drinking. The brunette and I see the same shooting star. I really don’t know what’s going to happen. if that doesn’t change everything. We all lay down and I just let them tell me about their friends and there is some sex talk. She says. There is NO conversation. But nothing really explicit and I give no sex stories of my own and they don’t ask for any. So we pull each other around in this wagon for some good laughs. But alcohol is here now. For example. “Where else can we go. I’ve lived here for so long and I’ve never actually stopped here. The brunette says.miffed for a second. but I decide to let the tension build even longer. shit. Hmmm… So the situation is that the brunette lives with her parents. “Uh…I’m still out. Such that the tops of our heads meet. She’s never rejected my touch. I was close to kissing the brunette. parties. We ride to the blonde’s place and I am giving them both simultaneous head massages from the back seat. Another boat dock. The blonde and I are laying across the brunette’s stomach. So she tells us that we are going to go to her favorite place. Pretty intense. We arrive at the blonde’s house and she runs in to get the alcohol. I just let them continue with their stories about drunkenness. And. but clearly the brunette could be fucked. The map is one of those cartooney things and is of little help. But I really don’t know if that will be possible with her friend there. “Yeah it takes some strange guy from Atlanta to show us our own city. The blonde says that she has this bottle of vodka at home. They tell me about some drunken adventures that they’d had together. She tells us to lay down to look at the stars. I told her that she owed me $20 for the massage and that the speed-bump-sensations were of no extra charge. She tells us that her roommate was up and asked her if she wanted to play video games. The brunette (driving) keeps glancing at me in the rear-view.” We laugh. she’s like.” The blonde says.” They insist that we go back to my van and get the map.” Good times. I live in a van. “We should call it even for me giving you such a wonderful tour of the city. We’re all just being pretty calm and relaxed and I don’t think any of us really had expectations about where this was going. I reach over my head and rub the blonde’s head. We never find the lighthouse. but she does not apply touch . This is the fourth place we’ve visited since I’ve met them. the blonde has had sex at the park we were just at. and boyfriends. I’m more verbally encouraging with the blonde to compensate for the enhanced physicality that has developed between me and the brunette. but keeps smiling at us.” The blonde comes out with a full bottle of vodka. I pretend to not notice and actually keep looking out the windows. The blonde lives with a guy roommate. and then we could find this place to view the lighthouse. I’m just laughing and encouraging the stories with questions. And we do so. I say. The brunette. But we do end up at another pier on the beach and we lay out and watch the stars and chat. Haha. This is fun. “I wish I had this map that I picked up earlier. It’s about 3:30 by now. I’m walking between then and holding both of their hands at one point.
Then I pull out of her friend and she sucks my dick a bit then I’m back in the brunette. “We sure do get into some strange situation together” she commented to her friend during the act. stunned and watching. Keep in mind that we have no pillow or blankets. The blonde has to work at 8AM. Never once did they kiss or sensually touch each other. The brunette and I say “fuck it” and I plow her doggy style with some perverted fisherman lingering around the marina. The raspberry shit with no chaser. In retrospect. She puts her clothes on and heads toward the car. We’re getting giddy and laughing about stupid shit. But my touches could certainly be accepted. We hear a boat take off and realize that this guy had to have been watching us as he undocked. After the brunette came. This was amazing. I pulled out of her and fucked the blonde until she came. While I am first penetrating her. The blonde became self aware and I’m still fucking her friend.” No one asked me if I was okay. when she turns back around the brunette and I are kissing. We’re all cracking up and set to leave. I’m really not much of a drinker at all. I escalate between the two with prolonged kisses and necking and fondling. naturally.” the brunette says to her friend. We’re sitting up now. While the brunette is a vodka and cola girl. so she doesn’t want to advance on her best friend’s man. Well…the blonde is still with us. It’s not as difficult as you might think to please two girls at once. I turn my upper-body attention more toward her friend. Some kids show up to go crabbing from the pier.(like the brunette does). So. I was always one step ahead with the brunette to reward her alpha-behavior. just raw fucking on the dock. I break from the brunette and grab the blond behind her head and slowly pull her in and kiss me. taking my dick from one to . The blonde starts rubbing my cock through my pants. I match with the blonde that we are rum drinkers and tea drinkers. the sun hadn’t officially risen. Still kissing and caressing and fingering the brunette. I would actually be devoting more intimate attention to the other. “I just want to make sure you’re okay with this and you won’t regret it in the morning. Like when my hand was down one girl’s pants finger-fucking her. Once we are steadily fucking. I pull the brunette down so that we’re lying on the dock kissing heavily. The blonde turns to get the bottle for what would be my sixth gulp and says something. Goddamn this was hot having them both laying beside each other and fucking them missionary. all very close. she has all my attention looking deep in her eyes with lots of kissing. Green light for me to lead. I was rubbing the other girl’s breasts with my other hand and kissing her in wonderful ways. Turns out. this was the first threesome for them both. but done. Passionate heavy kissing--the kind that’s had from letting the sexual tension build for like four hours. She’s giggly and giddy and unashamed. Very close. Basically whenever I progressed with one. but there was now enough daylight for anyone to see what was going on. it almost makes sense—the brunette and I have coupled. So sad. They wanted to know how often this happens in my travels. “Yeah I’ll be OK. Did I mention the alcohol? So we’re taking “gulps” of vodka since we had no shot glass. Well.
the other. remember). and no mater how amazingly she kisses. Another surprise was that I hadn’t been ticketed when I finally got to my van at 11AM. Well. had sex in the van. We moved the van. 2005 FR: Baltimore: Let Your Freak Flag Fly Good hanging with Andy. so I thank you for that. and then she treated me to lunch and a movie. We slept on the grass in the park for a couple hours. 6/25. Love life. and Tarun in Baltimore this past weekend. I hope this email finds you doing well and enjoying your travels. Mr. GoneSavage Epilogue: After we dropped off the blonde. I'm sure either way we'd have a great time. and how she . Eric K. I enjoyed Annapolis from a very different perspective and enjoyed every moment of it. You probably won’t want to mention anything about the prescription drugs in the bathroom either. Just ignore how strangely you seem to *match* in every way (because of the blood type. and the fact that she is calling EVERYONE in this little black book at 230AM looking for or a hookup as a sign that trouble is in store. though it seemed a bit long—at least for someone who hadn’t slept and was still thinking about his early-morning threesome on a dock of the Chesapeake Bay. take her obsessive profanity. Some advice: 6/26. the brunette and I set off and finally found the lighthouse which is a mile off shore. don’t even bother politely asking for the $3 back that she has taken and crumbled up attempting to conceal in her hand. but viewed from a particular park. and Mrs. June 27. animosity and misdirected hostility. I would like to thank you for your openness and kindness. Very rarely do I meet people that I like so much from the start and your kindness and tenderness is not something that I am used to. Next time you go home with a drunk cokehead that you meet in a Goth club on a Sunday night. You’ll leave quickly. And after you’ve showered and you’re wearing her bathrobe lounging in her bed and you find her pilfering through your jeans. Monday. Smith was a decent movie. And next time you meet a stunning redhead vegetarian wearing a purple satin dress in a piano bar that claims to determine whom she likes and hates based solely on blood type and calls your bud an alien-mutant-enemy because of his blood type and that the answer to everything in life is “red. I can't decide if I wish you were here or I was there. Because what will happen is that she will SNAP and start punching and pushing and throwing stiletto shoes at you in a sudden burst of rage.” don’t even think for a second that this is a good thing. I know I did. It’s so incredible to fuck one girl while fingering and kissing a different girl. Email: I am glad you had a good time. red nostrils.
and you’re thinking that. Don’t make comparisons to the 25 and 50 cent tolls you’ve encountered elsewhere. It’s cool that there are a lot of people--families--so there is an intense energy and lots of positive vacation energy in the air. Don’t even bother calling her the next day because she will be rather cold and distant and you will indeed never see her again. I’m so full of life and vibrant and open. don’t sweat it. they look. It’s even better if they’re cute.throws contact info at you because she is “afraid she will never see you again. the I-95 toll must be cheaper since it is the main thoroughfare. no vices. I’d be kicking myself all day if I let an opportunity slip by where I didn’t at least take a chance to see what she had going for her besides her . 6/27. I stroll the streets and these girls give me looks. June 28. I know you want me to talk to you. well. positive and creative people. Long blonde gorgeous hair. you know. People I met in OC recommended it as the best place to meet. Just to share stories. wearing a tight pink dress. my curiosity gets the best of me. You know me. Like. good. This city is so PG-13. That beautiful. Wait a sec. because when you get back up there. But no one stops to talk to her. I have to get to Atlantic City. So I just go into this casino and I immediately see this stunningly gorgeous girl. But it’s like. And next time you think you’ll just get off I-95 and find highway 40 in Havre de Grace in hopes of avoiding the I-95 toll over the Susquehanna River. Everyone she passes does a double take. think twice. 2005 FR: Jersey Shore: Let the Good Times Roll Jersey Shore Stories: 6/28 Ocean City: Man. So. how old are you? Good. I’ll talk to anyone. Tonight. really…young. you’ll kick yourself when you find out that the I-95 toll is $5 too. you’re safe. It’s a dry city. of course). And when you find out that the highway 40 toll is $5. And these girl are really cute. If something catches my eye. you know? No alcohol. but also. I have to know more. And you know me. Tuesday. you want to get to know me. Like. well check this out. but you’re like fifteen! And your dad is right behind you. I have to be around adults. then I see the guys they are with and they look so young and hopeless. you know? Like real flirty “come talk to me” looks. where should we go in Atlantic City? Where do we grown-ups hang out? 6/28 Atlantic City: I roll into town and I find this place called the Quarter. Don’t give me that look! And sometimes you can’t tell. So these girls that are eying me. uh.” realize that she will still FLAKE after you’ve parted for one and a half hours (to take her friend home) and agreed to meet at the top of Federal Hill to watch the sunrise at 5:27AM (a compromise. I keep forgetting that girls develop sooner than guys. She’s like thirty feet ahead of me and moving quick. just pay the five bucks and anticipate many more expensive tolls up the road. Incredible body. of age at first.
like these ultra-buff meatheads that are so into their looks—really conscious of what they wear and how they appear to others. we’re talking and bonding and we end up hanging out all day. You know. they are both empty from the neck up. I’m thinking wait a sec. At the bar. you know? So we’re just like. have you ever been surfing? . And they’re telling me that once you have the basics you really want to come to a place like Jersey. And there’s all these himbos there. weren’t you here to play? Can you buy one round to teach me? And she completely turns. Well. So anyway. sinful. Sour. But I tell her I don‘t chase women but maybe I would swing by later and find her. They’ve been holding up the walls all night just hoping for someone to notice them and how they look. But also social and talkative. Gives me this dirty look. You know. And there she is. like eyeliner or something. Took a couple cool pictures of them riding the waves. glad you came by and let me go teach you to gamble. I swear there was this one guy that had on makeup.looks. Like we’re standing there talking and rapport feels so natural. they have trouble relating to women and carrying a conversation. ‘Hey. so all that’s there is this ghostly mast. so about two hours later I go into the casino that she told me to come to. where are you headed?’ But it’s really cool because she’s really responsive and like we’re instantly comfortable with each other. I don’t know anything about gambling. They give me a tour of the island and we climb the lighthouse for spectacular views. We go to the table and I’m like. Then we go to this nightclub. But it’s really not about that. So. I’ve only been in this city for about a minute. But I thought Atlantic City was a little more tame. We cook up this chicken dinner and salad and we’re having beers and playing Scrabble and telling stories. I’m going back to the bar where I have clients that have money and are not here to waste my time. It’s like the only place on the island. to compensate for the fact that they really have noting to say. a little less. She tells me that she is going to this other casino to play craps and I should follow her. “Baby. So. You ever been to Vegas? 6/30 Long Beach Island: I’m hanging out with these surfers that I just met. It’s a challenge. you look like someone I’d like to meet. and we’re just chilling out and laid back.” I’m just like whoa---I’ve found a working girl! I had no idea this shit was in Atlantic City. And if you don’t have money. ‘How are you? How was your day?’ And we’re getting all this attention. I catch up with her and I say. I just came up from behind and gave her a squeeze on the shoulders and asked if she had any luck playing craps. No shit. I don’t have any reason to talk to you. Like they have this perfectly spiked hair with blonde streaks and such. I’m at work here. the surfers. That’s why I study interpersonal philosophy. it’s about how we connect and relate to one another and how you and I can communicate. She’s talking to these two older dudes. She says. I want to check out the city anyway. Nevada is so beautiful though. She’s all like. It’s like they have more in common with your beer bottle than with you. I’m just asking them about surfing and telling them about me and what I do. See I had no idea Jersey was such a surfing hotspot. uh. so I know about it out there. cool what do we do? She says I need money. The ocean has extended the shoreline and covered the ship. Yeah. Really cool. so I entice her to teach me. The waves are unpredictable. You can look out over this dense fog and see this far off mast sticking out of the dunes from a ship that wrecked like 300 years ago. And the himbos are getting kinda pissed. So there’s me and my buddies. I’ve been to Vegas. I felt like we had such comfort together. you know I need this much money to buy chips.
” I’m like. In brisk transit. --post makes no mention of being on a roadtrip or making trips to Wal-Mart. there’s that girl you pointed at earlier. what they wear. positive. We’re playing street game on the boardwalk and retail areas. I could definitely have her tonight. 2005 LR: Atlantic City: Banging a Belarusian Babe 6/29 *Everything is true except the part about the cats* Key’s to Lay: --assumption of attraction --being confident. “Hey. flirtatious. --first time pulling day-game for a same-day-lay (SDL) in front of community guys. I’m talking theory and I break mid-sentence to just point at this girl in passing and say. Lots of laughs and insights for all. --best sex yet since I have ended my LTR and hit the road (seriously). Droots22 notices this girl breeze past us and says. “It’s meant to be.Wednesday. I’ve got them noticing things about girls—how they walk. intimate kino --spontaneous conversation with situational relevance --DHVs of intelligence and openness --diffusing token resistance Personal Significance: --sort of makes up for the gorgeous girl I lost in DC who is from the same country (see GoneSavage’s Greatest Misses). what they might be out doing and how they might be feeling—and we’re discarding three second rules and opinion openers for more intuitive and thoughtful (and relevant) approaches. showing genuine curiosity --having a relaxed and relished certainty --pacing and leading. escalating physically --lots of playful. We’d been discussing mostly concepts of spontaneous storytelling and situational openers. I’m in Atlantic City with Icedub and Droots22.” The backstory is that we were earlier in a different section of town doing approaches and getting a feel for each other’s styles. I’m going to catch up with her. laughing. And thanks again for your generosity guys… Actually we’re sitting in a café finishing up pizza. heading to where we wanted to eat. and playful --smiling. “See that girl. --sort of makes up for the gorgeous girl I lost in Orlando who has the same name (see GoneSavage’s Greatest Misses).” . as well as. Time to orchestrate fate. you guys follow behind me a few paces. Good times. June 29.
2) I was really just talking cocky shit. And the living and communication situations of these girls are a logistical nightmare.” Note: Some guys like to learn a few phrases in different languages as a DHV. I have a lot of friends from Russia and I just met a girl from Belarus when I was in Washington.Four things: 1) She was definitely my type—brunette with bright expressive eyes. I actually told the guy feeding them about Hemmingway’s sixtoed cats in Key West. Most are really really beautiful. In this case. We shake hands. So we’ve been talking for five minutes and I say. I stop. I’m walking with her and she tells me she is from Russia and she has been here four days but she had been here last summer as well. Cool. You’ll have to tell me some stories about life in Minsk. I’m really liking her ass in this long frilly skirt—the type that seems to be popular this summer. full lips and nice curves. “Belarus? That is where I am from! Nobody knows it. I had told the guys earlier to keep me away from eastern European girls. And since they have earned the permission to be here to work then go home—thoughts of adventure. “Hey…I noticed you earlier and I think you noticed me. And shops in the area are full of them. The guys are not far behind. 4) We kept moving. I asked. So here she is again and I’m literally jogging to catch up with her. But to the guys. This note is to remind me to go study geography. “Cool. if you saw a beautiful girl right now. but it never works out. My MO now is to let it come up more (or less) naturally. I notice her accent. Many of them with 14-16 hour workdays from a single or two jobs. But I found the exception. It’s better for me to learn the name of the capitol city or some landmark or historic fact. I ran to catch up with you and introduce myself…” She stops. what is the first . so I tell them Russia! They think it is South America!” I say. she actually asked me where I was from first. and romance are not always on their minds. So I’ve got another eastern European girl on my hands. Their bosses are insecure assholes that will actually yell at them or deduct pay for talking to guys on the job. I have NO capacity to remember anything in a different language and my pronunciation is horrible. “Have you seen the cats?” She said No and I told her a story. but I do not ask where she is from. When I catch up to her and walk two steps ahead. excitement. I keep walking beside her and say. They are so beautiful and I love adopting a teacher frame. The trouble is that they tend to be here with a work-work-work mentality. What is fun about this is that earlier I was with the guys and we stopped to see these five or six feral cats that were being fed on the boardwalk. 3) She certainly heard me say something as she smiled at me (or maybe— us…nah). Many date the European guys that are here.
And they're going at it.. I phone Icedub (who was actually in sight. damn right. I’m just like. I grab her hand and pull her onto my back for piggyback fun. But anyway. and he’s got the female cat in his teeth behind her neck. this is what I would say: Have you seen the cats. After more walking and rapport and holding her around the waist. I said. Love it. When we walk back I compliment her tieup shoes (I don’t know what the fuck they are called) and I suggest we trade and I act like I’m taking my shoes off. Of course I had to explain what a lighthouse is and what it is for.” Haha. --I ask her how many people she lives with (figuring she was sharing a flat with like six people). She told . So the guys do a couple more approaches and we bid each other good times. I say flirtatious things that allude to me taking her to California in the future. The male cat is on top. We look around and all we see are old folk and kids minding their own. etc. Like this…. Rrrrrrrwwwwwwooooooooooowwwwwww. “We have to find my friends girlfriends. Which is perfect for me. biting her and holding her down. the bear root essence. Erogenous zone fun. So when they see me off the beach. And we look at each other and we’re like WTF? So I start looking around. but I insist that this girl is cool and she will roll with us and I can still be a sounding board for their approaches. She has an interview the next day at a restaurant. They want to bounce. My Belarus babe actually says. “lots of animals do this. I say. I introduce the guys. Let’s check it out. And I let her see me make a C with my right hand and move it to her neck and give it a squeeze. No way. just catching our breath and people watching. they are from home. Plus it allows you to rely more on the nonverbals. She’s like. This strange noise. I told her to come along. they told me a couple examples. Down there near the fiberglass statue of Washington and his boat. She’s laughing. Some topics and threads: --She tells me that she has one job and she has been out today looking for another job. my girl and I are hand-in-hand. Breaking things down to the basics.? You won’t believe what I just saw… My friends and I are sitting on this bench down there. What do you think of her…” Haha. yeah just like that. I love this teacher frame. And we hear this noise. She takes off her shoes and we walk to the shoreline.” And I lead her off the boardwalk. And I pushed them into set a couple times to watch how they would run an opinion opener and then transition. And right behind Washington’s boat are these two cats. I’ve got on boots and it’s not worth the hassle.. And we hear it again.thing you would say to her? Being used to indirect opinion openers. you know. Haha. You know. “I haven’t even looked at the ocean today. of course. as I would be heading up the coast to see them again the next day. but I didn’t want to give her the impression that we had been followed) and we talked about going to the lighthouse. We thumb wrestle and when we get up to the boardwalk. We’re just there for a minute and I talk about watching the sunset over the Pacific coast.
the coffee shop that she knew about was closed. of course. You are still quite far from visiting the lighthouse. “What is this?” So I show her. --I will say a word and then say. they stare at the ground. She does! So we reach the end of the boardwalk where you can see the lighthouse. --We talk about vodka. We talk about things. which I was actually willing to buy her. common shit. Most American men are not. I talk about laughter being in the moment and how there are laughter coaches in America. much to my continued fortune. I attempt to pronounce them. she just nods her head like she understands. She refuses like my first four kiss attempts.me she lives alone. --I ask her favorite movie. but.” Several times. So sad. Not verbally. Cool. We watch the last rays of sunlight descend over the casinos. I seriously think I am pronouncing it exactly. which is a chance for her to DHV. I tell her that she is lucky to have met me because most Americans have a very basic and plain understanding of English. She says. as I knew where I would be sleeping tonight. Great conversation and the vibe is even stronger than before. I stop her and kiss her along the . She says she has two bottles. She talks about watching couples and how the man walks so far ahead and never talks to his girl. --She says that I am very affectionate and close. Funny thread and an indirect compliment. --She says that she likes my laugh. but by turning her head. We’re finally fall into the first kiss very sensually. She likes mountains and lakes and trees. --I told her I date European women because they are sophisticated and stylish. The foreplay is escalating and I’m thinking about how to get her back to her place. --I ask her to teach me a couple words in Russian. --I say. --I asked her what she thought of a mural. poetic. And if she has her own place. Better to let the anticipation build. In the distance. and useful words. I told her I loved it and she was crazy. --After explaining a few things. I laugh and tell her that I am going to get her and I tickle her and spin her around. --I said isn’t this an amazing place pointing at casinos and such. I kiss her neck and arms and cheeks. American girls walk like they are about to fall over. Break away and each kiss is exponentially more intense. it is so ON for the rest of the night. and they wear things that don’t match. Because if I don’t ask. She says that she wants some coffee. but I will teach her eloquent. but she insists on correcting me five or six times before giving up. “You know this word?” She will shake her head no and I will explain. thoughts on American music. She said she did not like it. I dropped the subject. Very nice. We laugh. Cool. We exchange little massages. She said she did not like it. Good laugh. favorite actress. “I have so much to teach you. “You came to Atlantic City to see this?” It looked so small with the high-rise hotels behind it. I thank her as I think that is about the best compliment anyone could get. It’s so damn cold with the wind. I tell her that I have to see this movie that she is describing and I ask her if she has it. I lead her to this little building on the beach to block the wind. So I take her hand and we start heading back. You’re speaking my language now. I tell her that I am going to spank her. I ask if one is for show and the other for backup or is one for each hand. She says.
We play this CD and I rip the tracks for massive social proof in the future. . It is our desire. you know. After we made love. Love life. I ask if she has candles. I give her some CDs to look through and she tells me the directions as we drive and talk. Amazing and passionate each time. and nothing needed to be verbalized. Her place is really tiny but otherwise not bad. I want you to know: Russian girls never answer No. we showered. Don't do it. Always yours. Things progress slowly and passionately. It’s bad. Take care. She has no CD player. I fell asleep. Kiss you. She sings along and translates parts. Then we made love again. (Yes!) Then we watched this movie: The Barber of Siberia. It was painfully long. I turn off the light and keep the computer that is playing the CD open for mood light. one forward. I ask her to show me some pictures and we look at postcards that she has from Russia and Belarus. Then slept.way a couple times. We make out. hold on and I go get my computer. You can. Ya lublu tebya. Her email: Hi. I find a small stack of CDs on her table and ask to hear some of the music. So. if you think that I was easy for you. I’m gonna kill you if you try to tell about me with your friends. I’m tickling her and such. These churches and monuments look incredible. Then went at it one more time in the morning. But we finally find it. She was quite sexually responsive and I gave her a full repertoire of positions. Buying temperature dips when I spend several minutes looking for my vehicle in the parking deck. We get a “get a room” comment which is always fun. Two steps back. I say. Can’t say correct words. Nope. LMR consisted of physical blocking. We look at a book on Belarus and I ask questions like a ten year old schoolboy looking at his first National Geographic. my sexy boy.
I joke with the doorman for a minute when I reach for my ID and a condom falls out of my pocket. I just stay confident and playful and curious and open to sharing. and she‘s off. And this other girl bought me an authentic Philly Cheesesteak from Jim‘s and the logo shirt to match. Another Russian girl. I‘m telling her about the lighthouses and Lucy the elephant in NJ and she wants to see pictures. And you know you‘re there because you just crossed the bridge and the river defines the state boundaries. Little things. No phone.FR: Philly D1: Brotherly & Sisterly Love 7/1. Its like 10:30 and I move and I‘m actually right beside a club district and I parallel park flawlessly. But in the end. You know what‘s cool? When you roll into a state that you‘ve never been to before and you have to cross a long-ass bridge over the tremendous Delaware River to get there. I really did all I could do with escalating and building comfort. Like really uncharacteristically nice. That‘s cool. It‘s really cute actually. I say. And I remembered one damn word in Russian. The story is sketchy at best. but this one has actually seen a bit of the US and she knows about places she hasn‘t seen. Or finding out there is like some huge free concert in a city that you‘re going to right at the time you are going to be there. ―What are you studying?‖ and we end up spending four hours together talking and bonding and sharing stories and joking around. Asking for my phone number. She‘s witty and smart and her callback ability is amazing. huh?‖ Dude. Ouch. ―You‘re hopeful. 4th day in the city too. I‘m left thinking—that was pretty cool. She‘s got a greater grasp of English and her sense of humor is kicking. Or rainstorms that stop right when you arrive at your destination. Or just parking and finding that you‘re on a wireless network without having to drive around to find one. And that city is Philadelphia. She getting more comfortable with my touch but refused my kiss attempts.. I just showed up and she was there and we had a good time and shared laughter and stories. I think we‘re on the same wavelength here. but it was an uncommon one and she liked. Lots of caution and hesitation. Dushevnost. Like a long stretch of road with no traffic.. What a night. So I get my computer. you have no idea. Man. I dig it. Got out to glance at the river and fuck me if there was not one hot chick sitting on a bench reading something. Fuck me if three girls did not just buy me drinks tonight. I really appreciate simple things. And I play this Russian pop music that I got from my girl in Atlantic City. And her (female) roommate drives an ice cream truck (no shit!). no car. And you‘re in a new city. Yeah I can do that. We‘ve got southern hospitality and you‘ve got brotherly love. . I check the nearest club and it‘s a $10 cover. Or having to make an impromptu turn driving without checking a map and it turns out to be exactly where you needed to go. And then that other girl wanted to buy me pizza and I turned it down because I just ate this badass cheesesteak! And everyone I talked to was so warm and receptive. Finally her roommate shows up and they have to move something. but damn if I did not get her to sit in the van and look at pictures. I got here right after the storm and I took this route and ended up at Penn‘s Landing park.
‖ When they were like ―are you serious?‖ I‘d give them a little punch and roll my eyes for their gullibility and go into real impressions of Philly. Completely my type—tones brunette with beautiful features. She‘s subtle about letting me know. Lots of positive connections through the rest of the night. they insisted on not only buying me the sandwich. I toss up my arms and say. These are my people. ―I just got here.I‘m going to head down the street and here come two girls walking toward me. I pulled back and worked the perimeter. Actually venue changed from this concert to a grocery store to get drinks. It was funny when they would throw the live feed from the other locations up on the screens. They are trying to tell me how to get to this nightlife district called South Street. She kept saying this is bad. the concert. Like I said. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Literally. but also the T-shirt. The show (and the walking) was quite tiring. She pressing her body onto mine. They tell me that I have to get a cheesesteak. people thought they were watching artist performing there in Philly. Had a few more positive interactions. But it was certainly an experience. I ask if I can have a drink of water. I spent most my time with this witty and feisty girl who had traveled a bit and we had a lot to talk about. artists. We talk about interpersonal philosophy. Each band played only 3 songs. Long story short. but it turns out she lives with her boyfriend and I‘m making out with her right outside the room he is sleeping in. Didn‘t really get too far in the PU sense.‖ I tell them about how good it feels to be in Philly. Opener for you guys that think they matter: ―What is going on here? Why are all these people here? I just got to Philly and I wanted to go to the art museum and I run into THIS! Must be a really big art opening or something…. I tell her that either we can have an intense and passionate love affair behind his back giving her juicy secrets and memories to cherish forever or obviously he is not doing his job and she should pack her bag and come with me and we‘ll drive to California just to touch the Hollywood sign. We‘re talking there for probably an hour. My legs are so sore. . with the actual stage still out of sight. Philly Day 2 (7/2) I walked for an hour from Front Street uptown to the park where the concert was being held. Trying to just get inside. We kiss and kiss passionately. This girl was so fucking cute. Live 8 was a sea of like a million and a half people. It took at hour to work my way up to the second screen. It‘s OK. I‘m pulling out all the stops and I show her the Cube and these kinesthetic visualization synthesis exercises. and just come with me to South Street. and I got damn close to scoring with this somewhat drunk lonewolf I met on the street. She unlocks her gate and I position myself in front of it. I need to know where to go…for free. I strike up a convo about the city. Walking toward her home. Water and I‘ll go. and since most the crow couldn‘t see a stage anyway. the vibe. this is bad. You know what I realized? I meet teachers. but it was fun. Madonna is here? U2 is here? Funny because there was really no difference. Yes…I do! I hadn‘t thought of it yet. Fun times. and people in advertising and marketing disproportionately. I suggest they forgo whatever their plans were in that area.
I was telling the girl I was with yesterday that these are the kinds of places I would visit with someone that I really got along with because we‘d have a great time laughing and pointing out the absurdity of it all.I spent most my time with this witty and feisty girl who had traveled a bit and we had a lot to talk about. people thought they were watching artist performing there in Philly. Opener for you guys that think they matter: “What is going on here? Why are all these people here? I just got to Philly and I wanted to go to the art museum and I run into THIS! Must be a really big art opening or something…. It took at hour to work my way up to the second screen. I‘ve got four girls from Sweden rolling with me at one point. The plan was (and OK‘ed with the crabby girl) that I would walk them back. She had like the most subtle Asian features—so so cute. Saturday. Then four girls from former soviet countries. Looked intriguing. Opener: ―You girls look like fun. July 02. I hit South Street. and tonight it was a straight-up ghetto. I‘d check out the Mutter Museum and the Mummer Museum and the Mushroom Museum. Logistics were bad anyway. Literally. look them up. Day 4 is. Actually venue changed from this concert to a grocery store to get drinks. nottired girls would roll with me to the club district. which I thought was really cool on Friday. Did you see this mural over here? No? You have to see this!‖ I noticed they had cameras and I led them a couple blocks to this mural. Didn’t really get too far in the PU sense. Live 8 was a sea of like a million and a half people. One girl was really against me because she was tired and they were leaving for NYC the next day. One girl was neutral and kinda paced to crabby girl. . It was funny when they would throw the live feed from the other locations up on the screens. I complimented her on her curiosity and her desire to learn. The girl from Kazakhstan was gorgeous and very much into me. I pulled back and worked the perimeter. Had a few more positive interactions. so I left. The show (and the walking) was quite tiring. I walked for an hour from Front Street uptown to the park where the concert was being held. 2005 FR: Philly D2: Live 8 and Soviet 4 7/2. They went up and I waited about 10 minutes. But it was certainly an experience. with the actual stage still out of sight. Both were 21. and the two fun. I kinda like that there are so many cops for crowd control and basically keeping people from loitering. I walked them to their hostel and this girl is asking a million questions. and since most the crow couldn’t see a stage anyway. My legs are so sore. today. Madonna is here? U2 is here? Funny because there was really no difference.The street PU on the way back was more likely to pan out than anything at the show. The other two were by far the hottest and I had them both engaged. well. She lit up.” When they were like “are you serious?” I’d give them a little punch and roll my eyes for their gullibility and go into real impressions of Philly. Day 3 gets even better. but it was fun. I gave my girl my contact info. It would definitely be nice to have more time and more money to spend in Philly. (No shit.) And somewhere I passed the Museum of Underground Art. Each band played only 3 songs. I called it a night.
I gave my girl my contact info. I would be really glad to hear from you. I want to say that I admire your life philosophy and your aspiration to learn more about the world outside and inside you. These are the kinds of places I would visit with someone that I really got along with because we’d have a great time laughing and pointing out the absurdity of it all. So my wanderings today are half-hearted to say the least. I would love you to reply me and we could become friends and share our experiences. It would definitely be nice to have more time and more money to spend in Philly. One girl was neutral and kinda paced to crabby girl. I have decided to write you and I am really glad that talking to me was so important for you. I complimented her on her curiosity and her desire to learn. July 03. and tonight it was a straight-up ghetto. Sunday. and the two fun. I called it a night. Did you see this mural over here? No? You have to see this!” I noticed they had cameras and I led them a couple blocks to this mural. (No shit. They went up and I waited about 10 minutes.) And somewhere I passed the Museum of Underground Art. I hit South Street. Then four girls from former soviet countries. Email from my soviet girl: Hello. which I thought was really cool on Friday.The street PU on the way back was more likely to pan out than anything at the show. Today I set off (with a smile) to visit some tourist attractions. You probably don't remember me. She lit up. Both were 21. Of course I’m on foot and the miles are adding up and taking their toll. She had like the most subtle Asian features—so so cute. Opener: “You girls look like fun. look them up. I’ve got four girls from Sweden rolling with me at one point. I’ve decided to come back to Philly on another trip when there are not so many tourists and I can explore these places in depth. Logistics were bad anyway. because you are someone I really want to know. I kinda like that there are so many cops for crowd control and basically keeping people from loitering. . I walked them to their hostel and this girl is asking a million questions. The other two were by far the hottest and I had them both engaged. Looked intriguing. The girl from Kazakhstan was gorgeous and very much into me. we met in Philadelphia last weekend. I’d check out the Mutter Museum and the Mummer Museum and the Mushroom Museum. I must say that you did a great job. not-tired girls would roll with me to the club district. One girl was really against me because she was tired and they were leaving for NYC the next day. so I left. The plan was (and OK’ed with the crabby girl) that I would walk them back. 2005 FR: Philly D3: Don't Eat a Misteak 7/3.
I arrive late and I figure she has already left. She’s a teacher in training with Teach America and is in Philly for five weeks.The super cute Kazakhstan girl calls me and I tell her a place to meet. Oops. as a tour bus. We share travel stories. But I’m back at Penn’s Landing and there’s a cute curly haired chick writing something on a pad. So I segue into a story about getting quacked when I was streetside in Baltimore. Meh. we do an impromptu survey on three people who all say “go to Pat’s. and then they drive you into the water and tour the harbor. but she is there at Penn’s Landing waiting. I’m looking right at her paper. Solid. Her schedule is intense—they have to get up at five and sometimes are in class until 10PM.” She gets the sandwich and ruins it with mustard. . They’re in many ay cities. Anyway. We end up conversing for maybe three hours. She’s never had one before in her life! So we ask directions and get to the area. Finally. with two huge signs. Then she’s moving to the Bronx to teach math. Lived in California and Texas. Then we go for a drive in her van (Blue Wave) while I navigate and we breeze through downtown and Chinatown. There they are: Pat’s (The King of Steaks) and Geno’s (The Best Steaks). She’s been sitting there working on lesson plans. We have a good laugh when we find out that we both drive mini-vans. and I say. So she drives me to my wheel estate on South Street and I get her to come inside and look at some photos. So I leave. There’s an indicator of interest for you! So I go back. We talk about meeting again for the fireworks the next night. Pat’s is a little more modest. “My curiosity’s got the best of me…again. And she was dedicated enough to hang with me on her last day in Philly to borrow phones and call me twice. Damn. as a boat. consuming another half an hour. asking all the lifestyle-style questions. Lively girl. So this girl is engaged and I tell her my impressions of Philly threads and the cheese-steak story from Day 1 and we talk about Live 8. Didn’t push anything physically because I know she has a 5AM responsibility and she still has homework. This is her last day in Philly. We’re holding hands and laughing. Before we walk up. Classic. But the funniest part was whe we venture to the far side of Pat’s and discover their slogan: Don’t Eat a Misteak. She’s sitting on the edge of the river. I’m sitting on wifi. so I send her an email right there with a fun note and my phone number. I also tell her that I had been looking for this nearby sculpture garden and I entice her to head off and we find it together. “Is that Ride the Duck the actual vehicle I saw driving on the street? I had not idea they were actual boats!” Haha. Ride the Duck is a tour franchise that shows you the attractions on the streets. and of course she isn’t there. So sad. Half an hour later I get a message that she had gotten lost. Turns out she had borrowed a cell phone from a stranger each time to call me. She’s really into my trip. man was I into this girl. She’s half Mexican and half Greek. misdirection.” Then I look up at her and out toward the river and say. And fucking annoying because they give all the tourists these duck-call noise makers and the guides will provoke everyone to make noise at certain people that they pass. she suggests that we find South Philly and get a cheese-steak. Geno’s is blaring orange and green neon and a big light-up sandwich.
They don’t seem overly happy to see me again.Monday. Kept playing phone tag with the teacher from yesterday. 2005 FR: Philly D4: New Friends and Fireworks 7/4. I had not brought my ID and personally I wanted to see fireworks. So I have a really cute 8 and a chubby-but-definitely-not-ugly 6. Very expressive eyes. like tons of it. I’m exclusively kinesthetic with the cute girl now. They love my road stories. It’s a big holiday! I told them that I could hang out in a bar any day and I wanted to enjoy the concert and the celebration and perhaps we could get together the next day. neck and shoulder massages. They are art and graphic design students at Philadelphia University (where they met one year earlier) although one lives in upstate PA and the other in Long Island.) I fought the crowd back to the two girls that I had previously joined. Met two community guys that had emailed me and we talked for awhile. the massage. One wanted to drink at a bar and skip the concert altogether. Spent most of the holiday journaling the events from the past few days. the rapport had been established before I walked away with the guys. Wavy blond hair. (Of course. July 04. NY. They are both twenty years old. Common problem: They are both attracted. OK. the music. And increasingly intimate. Finally parked and walked and made it to Fairmont Park where another free concert was being held. One is two solid points higher on an attractiveness scale. Do they do a big free show every year?” And we’re off. I’d do them both if there is threesome potential—still thinking about Annapolis . leading to pretty solid head. I’m pretty sure I have never kissed a girl with such a piercing. The less attractive girl is slightly more receptive and responsive. What could be better for her? . Asking questions of both. Anyway. Touching both. and telling my stories to them both. I’m joking around with both. Indicators of interest are weak to say the least. and a ring through her bottom lip. No need to talk while the show is underway. I walked with them and talked on the way to the bar.). By the time her classes ended. Plus fireworks. (She later told me that she watched the fireworks through a chain-link fence outside the school. She’s really liking it—the holiday atmosphere. Little touches on her arms. Yes. Elton John was playing as I worked back to them. This is so cool. Temple is this nice college smack dab in the middle of the ghetto. the traffic would not permit her to get downtown. Opener: “Thanks for saving me a spot. Man I love Philly. The Philadelphia Freedom Concert: Elton John plus Pattie Labelle plus Bryan Adams.
. Spectacular. I’m holding hands with them both. On Independence Day I woke up at the 'butt crack' of dawn to get ready for a long day of glamorous fun in the sun and in the great city of Philadelphia. NY to spend a week with my best friend. I'm not exactly sure how to go about this so please don't mind me if I start to ramble or not make sense. I give them my email and we walk separate ways. Elton John and Bryan Adams were playing at the Art . You are okay with that. She has the fullest lips and I could distinctly feel the lip ring. Like it was a really slow and intimate barely-mouth-open kinda kiss.. “Your friend and I really like each other. Once the show is over.. Mmmm… So then I look at her friend and she is standing with her arms crossed and she looks miffed.. but I at least got to enjoy some in the company of a beautiful woman and her cool friend. My girl is leaning on me and I am leaning on the other girl.I’m smelling her and brushing my face against her hair. *Deep Breath (sigh)*. I drove from good ol' Jackson Center. I think she was alright with things. you know? But I thought about the logistics…the fact that they had to catch a train tonight and how we lived so far away and how just sharing this moment together was really nice whether there was ever to be another kiss or not. right? We want you to arrange our honeymoon and we’ll name our first born daughter after you. And my girl was not really aggressive or forthright or pursuant of me either. I put my hand on her back and she recoiled. I'm not sure even if you remember me but you seemed so fond of the story telling I figured I'd try to refresh your memory with a short story of mine as well.. One of those instances where the fun guy always goes for her friend and not her. PA to Long Island. Just as I suspected. We planned on taking a day trip to Philly (where we originally met during our academic year at the university). I did tickle her a bit and I got her to thumb wrestle.” I just wanted to say something to get her to lighten up and be okay. Don’t rub it in. So we all sat down to watch the fireworks. I hug them both and I sincerely thank them for sharing the night with me. She smells really good. Probably out of the same respectful observation of her friend. What makes this a greater loss that it seemed at the time is the apparent impact I had on my girl. I break touch with the hot girl and talk to her friend for a bit.. I was thinking of saying something like. We look and feel pretty comfortable together. After some more talking. And we kiss. We’re both kinda in this trance where the rest of the world has disappeared. as evident by the email she sent five days later: Hey there. So I didn’t get to make fireworks on Independence Day. The kind where you don’t even realize its going to happen until you are already in it.
... July 08.. that leaves me here. As our afternoon and evening progressed a pleasant suprise plopped right down on our mat. Keys to Lay: --assuming attraction --being open. but I suppose I being younger and less wise can find a way to forgive him.. escalating --walking away and trusting her to come back Personal Significance: --one of the most effortless lays yet --had her hot and ready in under one hour . this random guy sat down with us and began to strike up random conversation as if he had actually known us. lol) Anyways.Museum.. No not at all. and found a spot to take in the days festivities. but not in the stereotypical sense. 2005 LR: Pennsylvania: Banging a Babe in Bethlehem As much as I liked Philadelphia. Yeah. I just wanted to say it was nice meeting you and I hope to talk to you again someday! Friday. social. All we really had left of him is a photo on the yet to be developed disposable camera and an email address written on the back of a gas receipt.... This was really great and truth be told I found this to be very alluring. and talkative --having interesting real life stories --spontaneous conversation with situational relevance --being confident and playful --assuming the sale. he was the traveler type all right but the short stories he told and the jokes he made really captured the attention of my friend and I... long story short we parted ways and he continued on his travels as us two girls found our way back on the road for the two hour ride back to Long Island where we talked the whole car ride of 'what if's and 'did you notice's. Office Space. bought a beach mat. I still left with three parking tickets and a dry dick. so we dressed to impress in our white "duds". (even though somehow he did manage to mess up a reference to the great movie. I let curiousity get the best of me and I'm writing that email address which I'm hoping and assuming belongs to that wonderful young traveler. because this fellow dressed in a khaki Orlando ball cap and a dusty blue Cape May tee and carried carefully a beautiful camera.. and he to be very attractive. So..You see.
No luck. Her body wasn’t the tightest. I think it’s only useful as long as I can convey that it is fresh and exciting. Probably 20 people inside. We’re outside and noise isn’t a factor. Her friends had ordered drinks and were sitting at a table outside. cool bars and DJ booths. I was the only non-employee to even walk into the second place. I schlepped around the area from 10-10:30. baby! Thursday 7/7. OK. I just found out that a band I like is playing in your city tomorrow. I wasn’t even going to stop—but one of the guys hanging outside was wearing a shirt from my alma mater. Did what we call “warm up” approaches on the teenage girls here. But the great white north is calling…. So they tell me that it will pick up by 10:30. She asks where I am from. the city would be rockin’ on a Thursday. I tell her Georgia and I run through a “stack” of stories. It’s like 9ish and I see some kind of gathering in a park.” So I engaged her just like that. It sucks that I can’t stay an extra night. Don’t tell mommy. I grab the paper and walk outside to leave and I see HER. “Man. Especially when I know that if I had stayed in Philly. So I stopped to chat with some dude from my school. Like they just look like amazing clubs—lots of lights and lounge areas. Dead. I left Philly around three and traffic was already horrible. behind us. Some Irish pub. I was hoping to make it to Hopewell Furnace by five. So I’m face to face with this girl in passing. It’s amusing . And he didn’t really find it as interesting as I did that there were two Georgians in Pennsylvania at the same. Back on the road to Bethlehem. Kept driving and checked out these two clubs in Allentown that actually looked quite hip. It was the only place I passed with anybody anywhere. She asks what band and I tell her and ask her if she has heard of them and she says yes. This group left and I lingered for a few minutes to glance through the local weekly. I kept on to Allentown. I’m like starved for nightlife. but it was fun to just share laughs with hot girls over a couple drinks. But no people. She’s just arrived with a girl and a guy. This guy was drunk. but I am forgiving when there is a face this expressive and adorable. I think it is funny that I have “material” now that is simply stories of my adventures over the past few days. Turns out to be some organized ongoing high school basketball tournament. When I don’t get to socialize in the day. very good sex too --lots of talk about my roadtrip and passionate travel --special email twist-ending! --serendipity. I found out later that they all drove separately to meet there. So I spent most of the night sharing stories with this group of two girls and two guys.--another van lay. Napped somewhere. I knew it was not going to go anywhere PU-wise. Maybe six people milling around the outside. but she is not going to the show. Gorgeous brunette.
“We sure do. but I have to keep talking or else I’m just going to be thinking about how beautiful you are. “no. Lighthouse Tour. spontaneousness. living in the moment. humor. man I’m in love with Philadelphia…” My “stack” was something like this: Impressions of Philly. Generally not good game. But drunk dude says we look good together. . Gorgeous. please…” So I’m talking about the Wawa--which is this chain of food stores and sometimes gas stations that is popular in VA. I said. Nodding and smiling and encouraging me to continue. “How about one of just us” and I kiss her cheek and the drunk guy leaves. Anyway. I was hungry. etc… Heavy are themes of being playful and spontaneous for the sake of challenging your creativity and living your life to the fullest. I also tell her this: “I know you’re wearing the slightest bit of makeup. interest in history and culture. This guy starts talking to us. So you guys got one in town right? Take me to your Wawa… So this drunk guy comes out of the bar and pukes… really close to us. The drunk guy is in the first one. flirtatiousness and MIS-judgment. Hanging at the Wawa…. etc. Ocean City Teen Tease. With the little on-screen digital beep-beep thingy. Philly vs DC. but it was not necessary as I had her undivided attention as she found my company captivating. there will be no one else in line. Then I ended up at one in NJ because I had no choice. nor invited me into the group. I intentionally told myself I wasn’t going to go to a place with a name like that. Similarly.” She laughs and says. luck/timing. go on. but you still have to type in your order. Some themes I believe they convey…openness. no. I pull her to me and around the side of the bar and we’re standing in a sprinkle of rain. Nasty. So I just roll with the stories. NJ. etc. “Who has a camera?” And she has one in her purse! She asks her friend to take our picture. how do we get him out of here.that she never sat down and never joined her friends. welcome to Wawa? Sounds like baby gargle. Atlantic City Working Girl. “I’m on this intense roadtrip. and you’re right in front of the person who will be making the sub. I just spent a week in Philly. but in this blue neon light it really stands out. This is a contrast from all the girls that it seems like I have met lately that want to talk and talk and ask me a million questions. politely. Like. what is this Wawawawawa shit? Like hello. standing outside the bar just chatting. not letting opportunities pass by.” It’s going to be huge. making your own fun. Steak Story 2 (Don’t Eat a Misteak). Teaching Russian Girls. But I decided it was pretty cool after all because of their hi-tech digital sub ordering system. You probably say hoagie. connectedness. It was 1AM and we both were sober. I know I’m talking a lot. Live 8. Philly Steak Story 1. We’re eying each other like. flirtatiousness and judgment. desirability. don’t we” and I grab her and pull her close. huh? But the subs are pretty good and now I’m hooked. flirtatiousness and being genuine/not try-hard. But she is very much into my stories. Understand that I have calibrated that she is not much of a talker. all these stories I have published here for whatever they are worth. LBI Himbos. OK. I ask. and PA. When I first started seeing them in VA I was like. I never even acknowledged the two people she arrived with or asked her how she knew them or anything. I’m writing a song called “Hanging at the Wawa. Then I say.
I say. and you’re going to go spend some time with your friends. are adventurous and spontaneous…(nods)…we are the kind of people that if we find something. No contact info. And I don’t sit there waiting. A risky move. About 2:15 there’s the softest little knock on the window. When we parted I gave her my email. “This is so intense. or do I get her to ratify her feelings and trust her to meet up? Let’s face it. Make them smile and make sure they have a way home. we still know that it’s the kind of intense and amazing experience that we’ll always remember and cherish…(nods)…I’m going to go to my van and sort the pictures that I was telling you about. but I know that it is a service that her city offers to folks so they can get a special pictorial cancellation. It’s the lightest sprinkle you can imagine. even if our time together is limited. do the triangular gazing. It’s 1:45. Pretty intense. I take her hand and walk her back to the side of the bar where we had moved to in the rain. I asked her if there is like a Christmas tree or a year-round Nativity scene or some big star. I open the door and she’s all smiles and I playfully pull her in. But there really wasn’t any. The bar closes at 2 and her friends will be leaving. Then come see me…I’ll be right here…we’ll go look for the star or have some other incredible adventure. So I position us so that they can still see her right side. that captures our attention and stirs our souls. “It’s so easy to talk to you. This is how I structured the latter (probably more wordy. We tickle each other and give each other massages and things get explicit quickly. Do I attempt some kind of fifteen minute drag-and-fuck. I kiss her again. as I tend to be): “Listen…I know. I give a couple. like me. Straight porno (you know which one) after that. the former would be the quickest way to a red light. I look back at her. put my hand behind her head and kiss her. Se says there is a star up on the mountain and I say that she has to take me there and she says OK.” “OK” she says. I want to talk privately and I don’t know if they will cockblock. I’ve included the email she sent the next day: . For shits and giggles.After the picture. But here she is out of sight from her friends. I’m smiling the whole time and looking deep into her eyes. that you. You seem so genuine and real. I tell her that my parents used to mail their Christmas cards to Bethlehem PA to be re-mailed with the city’s special postmark. as they might be more defensive if I pull her out of sight. a person. Then walk off. Right there in the parking lot of this bar in Bethlehem. Not another word and I don’t look back. This kind of thing doesn’t happen to me” kind of statements early on just to counteract possible LMR. we want to seize that opportunity and make it our own…(nods)…it’s like. but they cannot see me at all. She had never heard of it. Such comfort. Either she shows or she doesn’t. no Plan B. I’m sorting pictures like I said. an opportunity. I hold her close and we kiss a couple more times with increasing tension. My parents didn’t really do this. Some girls I meet…” and I look into the distance like the thought is too intense to finish.
“You are a free spirit and have a beautiful soul.. It’d be cool and maybe we are destined to see each other again. look me up.a husband. I hand my license to one and the other tells me to put my hands on the hood of the car. You’ll be on my mind. July 11. Thanks for an amazing night. If you are ever in Pennsylvania again. I have obligations and yes……. I tell them that I auto-camp and I’m there to see Fort Stanwix the next day. Two cops jump out of the car and start asking me my name and where I live and what I am doing. 12:30AM Rome. Told them I was just going to sit for an hour and do computer work. I was not arrested or accused. Monday. you’ll be the first I call. I’m going to attempt to work things out with him. NY I don’t think it is really a big deal. But things very possibly won’t heal. I grab my laptop and power cord and I’m looking at the storefronts for an outlet. But this interaction made me uneasy and I just wondered if… A cop has a right to put his hands in your pockets and remove contents without even asking your consent…. Just wanted to charge the battery and type some shit up. but before I even plugged in. I’m being really cooperative because I know I have done nothing and I don’t want to get caught up in a scene. Anyway. with an open heart. A cop has the right to turn on your computer without even asking your consent…. 2005 NY: I Don't Front with Police 7/11. I would love to just travel with you and go wherever the wind blows us. . Maybe I am an *electricity thief* but that was never even the issue. So I just wait for them to approach. I park on a busy street in a business district. I see the cops drive past and turn around in the middle of the road. I found an outlet. They ask for ID and I have it on me.” A husband! That certainly was and unexpected suprise from this 24 year old hottie. Perhaps explains why she kept quiet. And if they don’t.
2 days and 2 cop stories. Just going to let the wind blow. Yesterday. I didn’t come to Canada to hang in a mall. I ended up doing ten cold approaches in the day (and three more at night). I’ll glance at postcards in the shops and ask people if they know where the pictured landmarks are. they tell me that there are a lot of burglaries in the area and I should hang out somewhere else. or what’s left of it. I’m on my way. All were positive in some way. I’m actually wandering without a map or any kind of guide. Tuesday. waiting for them to tell me what’s going on. The station that she sent me to turned out to be inside a mall. the other cop runs my license and the tag on the van. Finally. that is: eject before rejection.The cop asks if it is my laptop. he wouldn’t give me a ticket. I got pulled over by NY police. 2005 Montreal D1: FR: Make Out City First day in Montreal. Then he turns it on. Now. Then he reaches into all my pockets and takes out my phone and my wallet. That’s it. Just to get it fixed. The cop told me that since I hadn’t been drinking. I just stand there. Asks if I have ever been arrested. Ran my license. I say yes. St Catherine. July 12. Blah. so I hit the street. I had a headlight out. Ask if it is my phone. Great opportunity to act on whims and push for same-day action. I get all these leads on things to check out from asking women where their favorite places are and what I must see. Clean. I ask the cashier to circle where we are on the map and circle where the most people would be. Oh yeah. but also further hindered here because I do not get phone service in Canada. Meanwhile. of course. My strategy is to stay in a girl’s company for as long as possible and to try to push things into an automatic date or arrange something later that day. My major sticking point right now is somewhat the opposite of what I used to do. I get a metro card which is $18 for the week. if only for smiles and laughs and some sense of rapport. Contact closing for a second day meet-up is generally not my style. feeling pretty undignified. It’s about noon. I find myself staying in conversation and the company of a woman even after I’ve . All in the day were single girls except one group of three. Asks me what my screensaver looks like.
but she does her best to convince me that it will only take five minutes and she will be right back. She offers her number and I say that my phone doesn’t work there and she tells me to use a pay phone. Within five minutes of talking to her she says. I was actually in this silly trance walking away thinking “that was about the coolest first person I could have talked to”…. Yeah. I tend to press reset on my game daily. What do you recommend. is your company worth a quarter?” We’re flirting and sparring verbally. But I usually stay there just enjoying the moment shared and the connecting. Turns out she worked there and was on break. because I’m long gone. but I ended up leaving for new opportunities. Then I started talking about my first Canadian energy drink that I had just gotten—Guru—which sucked. YES… The third girl was in a coffee shop. in another city and won’t ever get to see her again. right there on the street. She won’t tell me what it is. (Hype also sucks. good times. Instead. I offer my email and don’t ask for any contact information. Next was the three-set in front of a cathedral. I say.what’s next? The second interaction was so intense it deserves a post of is own. I sat next to her to take a picture of something across the street. Meh… I never had a chance. Truly bilingual and her English is really good. but I did walk a few blocks with her. What has been uncanny though is this amazing return rate when these women will send me intense emails saying how much they enjoyed meeting me. The next girl was one of the hottest of the hot. “Hey do you want to smoke a joint?” Haha. Just leaves me kicking myself. She was going to meet her boyfriend for dinner. “I dunno. So I end up spending maybe as much as an hour or so with a woman and then we part usually because she has to go to work or has some other commitment. I’m pointing out gargoyles to them and explaining their . It’s bad only because I realize that my time would be better spent finding and connecting with someone who might be available for an intimate rendezvous while I am in town. Move on to the bigger better deal. Our interaction was brief. (Opener: “I just got here. I convince her to show me some things and she says she will but she as to first run an errand without me. In parting. In retrospect. She was wearing bright pink and bright blue and this combined with her tight body got her all the attention she could ever need. She actually knows a bit about the city and the history. But I must start realizing that if same-day action isn’t going to pan out to just exit the interaction ASAP. I actually left without her number and did not even think to give her my email. We share laughs and I feel like there is definitely a sexual vibe.realized that the logistics of staying with her or getting together with her later are not going to be possible. but at least I went for it. Oh well.) We’re talking about what to see and do and her favorite places and she’s trying to teach me French. I say I’ll wait. I could have kissed her too. though. right or left?”) She’s telling me what to see and what to expect of the people. Anyway…the first girl I talked to was outside a major bookstore. Funny thing is. She’s telling me that French girls are easy.
There is really nowhere I could have taken this PU-wise. was very busy. She let me know that she was only sixteen (haha) and that she has a boyfriend back home. Then I wished her well and walked away. Then there was the woman from Philly who was there for a conference.significance and they end up taking pictures with me. she had to get to her hotel for dinner and it was the same time I had to find a different hotel for my meet with girl #2. I just told her this was my . When we reach her station we kiss.” And I pulled her close kissed her. I’m face-to-face with this beautiful Brazilian girl. So I decided to take the train to my van and drive downtown for night action. And that was it. And I think it is funny because it started as a misread on my part. I pass another hotel a couple bocks away and there is a beautiful girl sitting outside. I told her that we really should do something later this week and I gave her my email. so it looked like we were going to eat. Damn. Then we’ll go our separate ways. Her station is before mine. I think she went in to do the Frenchie cheek air kiss thing and when I saw this I went in to kiss-kiss her. She agreed to show me the way to Chinatown and I asked her if she liked Chinese food and she’s game. Good times. She was really into me and was glad to hear of my good experiences in Philly. Even with her being American. I felt like she was telling me this because she was attracted. But she adjusted and next thing you know we are really French kissing. Right after my escapade and wait at the Hilton. she’s gone. She is nineteen and here studying and she lives with some old lady and a Japanese teenage dude. We walked several blocks and we’re laughing and she’s doing her best to ask me rapport questions in English. She is on vacation from France with her mother. Close your eyes. This is a juicy vacation secret for you to keep from your mother for the rest of the trip and something to keep from your boyfriend for as long as you stay together. but couldn’t stray far. She came outside to smoke a cigarette. I’m trying to figure out a way that we could stay together and cook or go somewhere. On the metro back up. She was walking the streets for fresh air. I’m sure I could have kissed her. Anyway. The Metro trains stop running at midnight. as such. In fact she organized the conference and. I decide to continue with the bold moves for whatever may happen. It was returned and a good kiss except for the fact that she tasted like cigarettes. She actually speak better English that most all the French Canadian girls that I have encountered. Oh yeah. I got her to walk across the street with me to a fountain. They are from an area about an hour and a half away and only one speaks a bit of English. but I was certain girl #2 would receive my attention for the rest of the night. she was wearing headphones. So I opened by asking what she was listening to. But we got to this particular street where Chinatown was right and she decided to go left to the Metro saying that she had to have dinner with her mom. So I just kissed a sixteen year old French girl. I said. I decided to do something bold just to see what would happen. I could have pursed a meet-up later. not even looking back. Next was a very hot girl in a blue dress. “I want to tell you a secret. We walked and talked for probably twelve blocks. The kind of beauty that I would kick myself for the rest of the day for not approaching. When I got off the Subway I ended up pacing this French-Canadian blonde. but definitely something she was ready for.
Next I sit down between two girls in this group of three. We get to some factory and she says. I’m not sure what has been communicated or what influence this guy had. Blah blah blah. Not too much going on. She lives in Montreal and is with her BF and her friend who just arrived from Mexico. Bye. So I decide to excuse myself and I ask for directions back to downtown. if she has a BF. They are fairly apprehensive at first. I’m back at the van and I’m thinking how far this drive is going to be to get back downtown. “This is where I work. Another instance of me just rolling with the situation and not really leading. They decide to take me to a bar uptown. And I have her writing stuff down for me. I tell her that I would like to continue getting to know her and she says that she has a BF and I say that that’s OK. My teacher girl I develop the most rapport with and I’m asking her all these words in French. I slipped me email into the . Just walking and talking and smiling.” This was abrupt to me because the bonding was going well and I didn’t even think about where we were going. let’s roll. and my success coach and how we’re going to start our own province. Really weak game. She works 10PM until 6AM. Of course the scene evolves into teaching me French and I play along to let them laugh at my inability to pronounce or retain anything French. These are college girls. none of them are showing more than casual interest. But they are open to my stories and impressions of Montreal. We catch a bus. I engage this really cute girl by asking her to translate a subway poster for me. I decide to get back on the subway and *make something happen* such that I had a place to sleep OR *worst case scenario* the bars would close at 3 and I would wait to catch the first train back around 6AM. We get to the bar and there’s a guy friend that joins us. but like I said. She tells me how long she will be there and offers her number. So I get back to St Catherine. Somehow I transition nicely to talking to the visiting girl. Poor English. I engage them for a few minutes anyway which is counterproductive because it is only wasting my time. just write me anyway and I give her my email and let her go work. But before I left. With the most alpha tour-guide girl I’m being cocky and playful while teasing her about Canadian and American differences. whom. But honestly. my tour guide. I talk to my teacher girl a bit. at least is not there with him. The four of them are talking French and I have no idea what they are saying. but the others are talking like 90% French now and I am excluded. I’m talking about them being my teacher. I first open a two set that is rushing to get home. it is hard for me to structure dates in cities that I am unfamiliar with and I like to reset my game every day. Okay. but my even my questions are ignored. The third girl is pretty shy and quiet but the only one asking direct questions about me.first day here and some stories. Uhg. Well. She is damn cute too. We sit together on the Metro and I flirt in broken Spanish. I tell her that my phone does not work and she should take my email and email me plans for an adventure. Back in the Metro. she is from Mexico City and knows no French.
is particularly amusing… The connections I have made and these words shared truly make me smile… ************************ HBfountain Hey sweetie. *kiss* ************************ HBcafe Hey. If you are gone then I'm assuming you won't get this until you are home.. Truth. even in the city. So if you find yourself . Tuesday.purse of my favorite girl—the teacher. and Adoration Montreal Girls…. You seem like the spontaneous. but you're probably gone now.or. The horrible part is that I had to keep moving because the mosquitoes would get me whenever I stopped. I'm really glad we met and I wish you were staying longer. July 19. You made me feel really good. I want to show you the city and the museums and take you for sushi on the mountain so that you can unravel and tell stories. Mosquitoes are hellacious here. That was possibly the nicest night I have ever had.. Had to kill nearly 2 hours waiting for the metro to open. I’m having a crazy time here… I’m not sure when I will leave… I’m not finding time to journal as much as I would like… Here are some emails that I have gotten the day after I met these girls… The one in French."talking. You're so beautifully intriguing. By that time it was about 4AM.. fly-by-the-seam-of-your-pants kinda guy. in which case I hope you had a safe trip home and I hope we can still keep talking.. through here or however.” hehe.. that I had translated. Then I walked probably seven miles or so back to the city center. 2005 Montreal: Respect. I guess I didn't really have that much of your time which is too bad because the time I did get was awesome. Also gave her a hug when I left and just said bye to the rest..
est-ce que tu fait ça à chaque fille qui t'attire? (SÛREMENT). It will be fabulous. We can go to Sentropole or Café Chaos or walk to the old port. mais est-ce que sa en vaut vraiment la peine ( de le faire avec un gars qui ne se souviendra même pas de ton nom le lendemain matin). we'll adventure down there.. pas vrai? J'ai déjà tromper mon chum une fois. I don't know.I'll see you soon. AND I think we should meet at two so I can take you to the plateau and we'll walk up des pins to the mountain. use your dictionary if you think that it's worth it. give me a call from a payphone and I'll come meet you. exhilarating. donc je serais capable de le faire une deuxième fois. YOU'RE fabulous. je parle jamais aux étrangers. You have this exciting. bored and in need of company and conversation. ************************ HBmetro HI! Je voudrais que tu me dise pourquoi tu m'a parlé hier. Quel est ton nom? Answer my questions please! It's your turn to have problem.downtown tomorrow night. enthralling energy around you and it's astoundingly refreshing. I want to soak it up. qu'est-ce que tu recherche au juste? Est-ce que c'était sérieux ou si c'était parce que tu avait du temps à perde? Au faite. D'habitude j'envoi promener les gens bizarre comme toi qui cruise les filles dans le métro. Paul Street so if you're not sick of me. Dans le fond tu cherche des filles à baiser durant ton voyage au Canada. goodbye! The girl that you talk with last night… . je ne sais pas pourquoi je ne les pas fait cette fois. There's free fireworks at 10 pm from St. if not..
Why was this meant to happen? Where was the somewhere else? Was it the Maisonneuve's statue in front of a cathedral? I‟m so sorry about all that. I flaked on our first Day2 attempt.. but too many times in my life I didn't know how to seize the opportunities presented to me.Well. I apologized in an email and suggested that I come to her area of town so she wouldn‘t have to invest resources to meet if she felt like I might flake again. Street meet—contact close.. Oh well.....I don‟t know how I should feel.. I still don't understand why was this meant to happen.. Anyway.Montreal: FR: Perdre 3 beautés en 1 seule journée 8/05/05 I just experienced THREE dramatic losses in the same day.... searching for the other statue. I was thinking about making a list of my top five or ten misses on the PUATour. So many questions are bursting in my head! Where should I have been? Were you late. Interpret at your own risk. I thought „Well.” . and I really wanted to see you again.I was waiting in front of Nelson's statue.. Damn I have lost some dazzling and dynamic women. which just seemed sure-to-bone. Friday Girl #1: First I had a date at noon. on the Jacques Cartier Place. tell me if you still have the time to visit the city and take some pictures.. Note: This post is heavy laden with actual real-life emails from my girls. then I started walking. sad or mad or stupid. and while I was waiting. shows how not showing up. lost.... These emails should help you see the effect that I have on women (both in gaining and losing).. Yesterday was the earliest we could have gotten together. This girl I had met two weeks prior. August 5th… Once upon a time.I feel like I‟ve lived a whole day since 7 this morning. because that‘s how I like to document things.. but I was alone and I felt lost. in front of another statue.. when you fall off the horse you have to hop back on... These are girls that were exceptionally beautiful that shared a great time with me that I then lost for whatever reason. Her email to me after my flake.. I always wonder what I could have done differently. asleep. The Old Montréal was beautiful under the light of the morning sun.. the losses I have experienced in Montreal alone would dominate the list. drawing squares around the Place Jacques-Cartier and the Bonsecours market searching for the somewhere else.. I‟m back from my travel to the Vieux Port. dead.‟ I think that it is not too late to try again. I feel strange.. kidnapped. and the emails showed that she was still intrigued... served to increase interest: ”It‟s 11h06. As an artist. although largely unintentional.? Were you waiting for me somewhere else? And where was this „somewhere else‟? I waited 30 minutes. But I find myself instead thinking about these three losses of Friday.. I feel like I‟ve lived a whole life since I‟ve met you.. She said she still wanted to meet... I actually have five diverse and unique LRs that I could/should write..
I show her some massage techniques. she couldn‘t remember exactly what I looked like. We proceed to make out way up on this fire escape. but now it‘s all about how she‘s late for work. I convince her to ―kiss it‖ but she barely puts her lips on it. age 18. (She‘s a photography student. . we were still trespassing.) She had another good question that I wish I could remember. I talk about sensuality and passion and give the Sensuality Test. She tells me her schedule and we make plans to meet early the next day. She says she‘s been apprehensive about meeting me again. There are literally like a thousand people beneath us and curtainless windows on all the skyscrapers surrounding us. I don‘t know the area.So we finally coordinate plans to meet again. which is about a twenty minute walk to the Metro and a thirty minute train ride. but his face is always a blur. I remind her about our meet in the morning and she vacillates. I am sure we had an audience. We climb this twelve story fire escape and take pictures of the port. She wondered if I was going to kidnap her and sell her into slavery. I have only to offer honesty and respect and magical experiences. some fucker is watching us. What‘s more sensual…silence or conversation? (I choose silence and riff on themes of how nonverbal communication trumps verbal and how sensual it is to just look into someone‘s eyes or give them a glance or a smile. and we turn away as he passes. (BTW. and there are people absolutely everywhere. she‘s another Quebecois and her English isn‘t the greatest. we‘re going to get arrested. I laugh and play along with this exaggerated scenario while addressing the real concern at hand. put my dick away. we could have… So let‘s find somewhere else. ―We have to stop. She‘s very comfortable with me. The scene is exciting for us both. There are people milling about in the office behind us that leads to the escape. I try to get her worked up again.) From here we have great views and share our first kiss. She also talks about how she was thinking I was part of the Mafia because she thought I was smooth in dealing with people and I got her comfort and fascination very easily. And beautiful and passionate. We make out and I‘ve got my hand down her jeans. I reframe everything as being cooperative and mutual. She‘s actually quite thoughtful about it and came up with questions of her own. Just making out. She‘s at the meeting spot and I‘m actually on time. I assuage all her concerns. I‘m sucking on her breasts and rubbing her crotch. Maybe if she had a skit on. just like my face in her memory.‖ There are a lot of cops beneath us and people absolutely everywhere. She keeps looking around and I tell her to close her eyes and enjoy the feeling and I will keep watch on the surrounding. Sure enough. I know I‘ve lost her. Even if I am here for such a short time. But she tells me she has to be at work soon. For one thing. We laugh together as we walk to the subway. I‘m finger banging her and she‘s loving it. I think I can get here to the van.) She reveals a few things. I tell her that she‘s hijacked my brain. I take my hand out of her pants. I considered it very likely that we would get arrested as we would be trapped on the escape and even without fucking. She‘s stroking my dick and I pull it out for her. She described how she dreams of her ideal man. We walk the Old Port and talk. We have a little bit of time to spend together still and I walk her to the clock tower and I‘m looking for a place we could really do something. I take her to this slightly sheltered area of the park behind some shrubbery. And he‘s walking closer.
We walk and hold hands and things feel nice. Thanks a lot for everything. I also love how she can verbally spar with me and we‘re teasing each other seductively. Let me know. Mine is another date. Had to take care of some things. but she doesn‘t want to go in. Cool. She‘s 20 and studies fashion design. she sends me this email: ”Hey. We hold each other and talk intimately next to a fountain. a friend (her friends told her not to see me). This one is going to be amazing—beautiful Italian baby. If I want to feel comfortable. it would be nice to see you again. just to have fun and see where things go. I was telling her to notice how envious people look when they see us together. Turns out it is $15 per person and we skip it. and I‘m honest about it. I taught her how to give a hand massage and had her demonstrate what she had learned. We exchange some more passionate kisses and embraces and then depart. This would be our Day3. Life is short.” Friday Girl #2 I was set to meet my second girl at 6PM. I show up for our second time out. After a great time. In order of importance. how did your date go? Got home a while ago. I realize that my life needs a plan. it is confirmed: ”I won‟t be there tomorrow. a student (school‘s about to start). I do my sensual qualifying and find her energy to match my own. we have to get together again. an ex-GF (would not shut up about her ex-boyfriend) or anything else. Yeah. and mine is to do the right things. I won‟t come tomorrow. Tried my best to keep her present and positive. The only other thing worth mentioning is that she kept talking about her ex-boyfriend and how this and that reminded her of him. We kiss. Well. and then Sex. we both have places to be. than not dreaming at all. You really opened my eyes to a lot of things. now I'm writing to you. I just realized that love is in first. no pressure. when I feel it‟s the right time to do them. Love is in first. Also gave each other neck and shoulder massages. You really made me see things in a different way. I prefer to dream and to learn from my errors. I ask about this fashion show and we Metro to the Jean Drapeau Island where it is being held. I try to lead her to the lingerie and sex toy shop. Maybe Friday. even if I do feel comfortable with you. followed by Pleasure. What is this moment lacking? Nothing. we should follow our dreams. If it didn‘t seem solid enough already. I said something about being in the present and enjoying the opportunities right before us.” So. We embrace. even if it brings me expectations. We met at a bar among her friends and we shared great conversation and an amazing kiss. Day2 we walked around the Old Port and the clock tower. She‘s cool and tells me that she just ended a relationship and has no expectations. Right answer. The physical intimacy is still there. . There is this fashion show that my friend is doing the make up for so maybe we could go see if your going to be around and don't have a date that night. I told her I was interested in her role as a beautiful and passionate woman and not a daughter (kept complaining about her parents).The next time I check my email. I told her that her expectations should be to enjoy the moment and the magic I can provide and that we should not expect any sense of future.
I approach and I get her smiling. goal met—like the universe didn‘t want me to have the fire escape girl and the Italian girl too. Long beautiful blackish reddish curlyish hair. Even though they probably needed me the most. ―I can‘t. I always ended up pulling same-day. I really hated to lose this one. She lives with her parents. I just hope she‘s not plagued by ―what ifs‖ and ―could-have-beens. Turns out she is from Chile and she is 26.‘ I‘m mostly smiling and respectful. it was great meeting and getting to know you.‖ So here I am. Expressive eyes. I'm sorry that I could not give you what you wanted. I can‘t.Her mom calls. 5 more in one week. And that‘s two solid loses for the day! I‘m thinking about the days earlier this week where.‖ Of course he runs into a warpig and says. So here I am with this weird mood and this weird determination and I‘m going for number eleven. I have this strange sense of urgency. Very retro. I‘m thinking about how the SDL with the sexy Mexican girl on Thursday actually fucked up my karma. She‘s got these badass black boots with zippers all over them. .‖ I assuredly tell her that I know what I will be missing…wonderful times with an amazing and passionate woman. My artistry is intense and I‘m not sure what to do in these situations. I walk her to the Metro. 2sets and 3sets are opening moderately well. I keep smiling and throw her a lot of broken Spanish. I‘m also very tired. We have engaging conversation and lots of laughs. ―Okay…the NEXT chick I see. And one day she will realize the opportunity she has missed as well. She‘s wearing this dress with a singular wraparound image. The group ends at the stage near us and we head to a different stage. Another Latina. I hit the festival with the determination of that character in the movie Tomcats where he‘s worked up over this chick and he says to himself ―I‘m going to fuck the next chick I see. I‘m worked up. I‘m thinking about how after I pulled 5 girls here. Of course St Catherine St on a Friday night is like a festival everywhere. happy to deviate from all this French. Just wasn‘t meant to be. (I am 26. Who can do this? And they all came…one after another. I‘m out. No problem. We hug. She is alone. she sends this email: ”It was a fun night. She keeps saying. Very go-go. Holy shit what a beauty. Like that was ten—okay.) We go for a walk beyond the festival.” Friday Girl #3: I hit the street for the ongoing FrancoFolies Festival. She‘s got to go. Is she actually alone? Who cares. And then I see her. Me likes. I can‘t explain this mood and mentality. and I had one week left and I told myself that it was going to be my goal to pull 5 more. when I had flakes. and the Mexican girl last night was 26—maybe the universe likes me after all. I was just not able to pass that stage yet. Incredible figure. I told the 100% perfect girl story (credit: Style). Just to make sure I got the message. Good luck in your next adventure and stay in touch. Well.‖ Like I will be. So here I am at ten. Not much I can do. Who does this? Got to get out of here…Sunday…Monday at the very latest. She‘s got tears in her eyes and she‘s telling me that she can‘t be with me and she‘s not ready to ‗give herself. I don‘t have time left in the city to follow new contact closes.
I‘m thinking I‘ve got this one solid. Actual false pretense? So she‘s with me. I take her to the place that HBgraphicartist introduced me to. Close computer. third time‘s the charm. It will be fun. So did the girl Saturday and persistence paid. Oh well. No prob. We‘re giving each other very nice hand massages and kino is all-around nice. I know…lets‘ just go look at pictures. I offer to let her check her email.She actually suggests we get a drink. I give her this incredible head massage for basically the whole train ride. She‘s entranced in transit. She‘s not breathing heavy or otherwise getting into it. This takes me out of the hotel parking lot and onto a residential street. Okay. Very nice. A little bit of a risk though because the cops have approached me and told me not to return to this street. but not stopping me either. I decided to roll up on this spot again one more time. Can‘t get her . We‘re sitting with her knee between mine. She pushes me away. And it‘s going smoothly. I try ―juicy secret‖ threads but she‘s already locked. She can do so too. it‘s meant to be—third girl for the night. I‘m also thinking about the Mexican girl from last night where directness paid off more than anything else. blah. But anyway. then I can talk and talk (seductively) and she can smile and nod and bite her lip and blush and think naughty things. The cops approached me I told them about wifi and I was there to check email. She tells me about her film projects. novio. Shared false pretense? Just pictures. and I walk her to the Metro and right outside she gets cold feet and she‘s reminding me of the boyfriend. She likes. bite there. Back home. I tell her that my place is actually a vehicle. etc. Must look suspicious. She‘s intrigued by the idea. It‘s best that she talk and talk and I smile and nod. blah. It‘s abrupt. So I boot up the computer and give her some printed photos to look at while I check my email. right? So I sit her down and she orders a beer. We‘re hand in hand. I show her some photos on the computer while I play some chill music. boyfriend. I mean. kiss here. Miscommunication is prevalent—language barrier. She‘s a fairly accomplished film student in Santiago. I‘ve got my hand under her dress and I put her hand on my straining cock… And that‘s about it. Apparently folks had called the cops after noticing that I pull up here day after day. I send her a quick playful email. I get sidestepped and told I‘m told she has a boyfriend. I go for the kiss and I‘m in. I go for the kiss. I give her a passionate SOI and she‘s entranced. I ask fun qualifying questions and show her the view from the balcony. So we get to my van and I tell her that I am going to drive to where I can get a network in order to check my email real quick. the vibe is great. I‘m overselling my photography and she‘s interested. I‘m telling her that I want to taste her. There was no hesitation coming into the back and she‘s got her hand on my leg and everything is green lighted. I give her the questions of the Sensuality Test. Kiss my chest. boyfriend. novio. Proceed to kiss neck and ears and arms and legs and touch breasts. All I hear is boyfriend. It sounds like her family has some money too. as they all have been. I tell her that if we can go to my station for a few minutes I‘ll show her these cool pictures. They ran some search on my license for like twenty minutes and just told me to find a different connection. I direct her to kiss my neck and I put her hands on my chest.
it is fake. Long story short. Keep the ride upbeat and playful for whatever its worth.. GoneSavage Montreal: I Met an Angel Last Night 8/06/05 Here‘s another fun email—-she titled it ―I met an angel last night.or put simply. I have been feeling life as a whole and the way we as humans are living it is a pure joke.. love life. She has my email just in case she has anything to say. I respectfully take her home... You know. ... Live loss.. When I decided to play a bit tonight and tapped a guy on the head as you taught me to do. like a wake-up call. it's just teasing. I got this girl to hit some guy on the head in passing (she explains in her email) and he turned and smiled at her. I was out opening by hitting people with a rolled up newspaper. Anyway...we forget to laugh too often..like a kid you know…it's stupid. I spent about twenty minutes with this girl and I gave her my email before she left.. It went nowhere in a sexualsense.. I was in—time to see what they‘re about... 'It‟s not the destination.like a cold shower. If they said ―fuck off‖ or whatever. power.. job.. Damn. I loved it.. We put emphasis on the wrong things.. what you do now. I knew not to waste my time. I‘m out here having fun and enjoying life.... it's just a little game. alive. Very cute.. Kinda hints at our potential as artists and men. I was almost crying.‖ This stuff makes me smile.. I felt so .-)) but simply 'cause you had helped me realize...back in for anything. When I left in bike. not that I was so sad to leave you (sorry!!.. let's then do so. Three solid losses the same day... I truly needed it. If they smiled at me. it is truly not real nor sincere... but I had some kind of effect on her. Hate to leave the city....you said the only thing that counts is present time. We smile and kiss when I drop her off.. but it's human communication through smiles... Check it out. You told me it's important to be honest... money. but the journey that counts'. not being a pouty sore-ass.. Maybe you agree… ”Thanks for having been there tonight.. For a while.. I explained to this girl that my time was limited and it was my efficiency screen for meeting people that were fun and open and outgoing that I could easily connect with. how you enjoy life.... this was fun.
'a nice bracelet that you have there madam!' 'you want to win the car. Then you arrive and at first. Sincerely… On n'est jamais si bien servi que par soi-meme. the more I realized. when you have a boyfriend... The prevalent theme here is persistence. . I'm thinking.let's follow him for a while.. cause your whole person is going against that) BUT I AM DOING IT OFTEN.. which I hope you will take the time to go and visit 'cause it's beautiful. you don't want to be hanging out with too many guys (even if simple friends) holding hands and chatting closely. Québec..... it's a type of protection or I don't know what.... (I'm coming from a smaller town... The experience was both very challenging and very rewarding.. I needed you to make me laugh and make me realize I needed my life to be way more light and easy. (Well maybe not YOU. I know it is not normal. (Well I think you actually do.. créer-le!" Montreal: LR: Crazy Francophone Sex 8/08/05 Saturday July 30th… This post details my first SDL in Montreal. But I know this wasn't the purpose of that encounter. about simple things....... he has something to teach me. I spoke to a couple of people. well fine. Yesterday night........) Well this whole thing of not looking in people's eyes is really sucking my energy out...the more you talked. I asked that something comes to help me change my perception. here's the code that goes there'.. 'oh thanks'..... even those small pieces of conversations with strangers are good.. the more I listened.. We‘ll call this 22 year old HBfrancofolies. Maybe you do not believe that we all have a certain role in other people's lives.I started it about 2 years ago. so here's the reason why I said so many noooos. it's really not what I should be doing and I was in fact questioning that problem yesterday night. I went to the festival cause I wanted to walk alone and look at people and think.Have you ever noticed when you walk in a street in a big city (it's the case here in Montreal)..... another guy hunting. every time you pass someone...alors si vous chercher le bonheur. But there is something simple here in Québec that is part of our culture and that is that as a girl..... I was also going there hoping that I could share something too. when I moved in Montreal. I have never been doing it before... you sort of look down.. I like those lonely night sometimes.. n'attendez pas qu'il passe.) but thanks for having played that role tonight. well..that's why I was quite cold.
--The city is huge. I disagree. ―Hey are you waiting to get an autograph? Are you a groupie?‖ She misunderstands. --Quebec has its own laws (including those enforced by ―language police‖). I notice she has a laminate around her neck. receptive. cuisine etc.‖ In my experience so far. average attire. --Quebec has its own sense of regional pride. I‘m watching this French hip-hop group end their set. I tell her that . my stories as a visitor are much less potent. I officially lost my tourist-aura. I pass behind the stage (it‘s in the street) to avoid the crowd at the front and make my way to a different area. It has been explained to me by several people that the francophone have resentment for going to a poor school or for having not done well in school to be truly bilingual. not because of it. As such. A few more observations: --Québécoise girls respond to me in spite of the fact that I am American. --Prostitution and ‗contact‘ strip bars and sex shops are commonplace. And also the ―from-France‖ French. especially Ontario. but her face is really super beautiful. Very loud. --Virtually no one can tell you how many states are in the US or how many provinces are in Canada. ―Hey what‘s this for?‖ I grab her laminate. it downright annoys some to have to speak English. I offer the following observations on Montreal: --PDA (including girl-girl PDA) seems a little more socially permissible. I drop the thread. there‘s a lot of intermingled cultures and festivals every summer night. one day shy of three weeks in Montreal. certainly not because of it. --Francophone girls respond to me in spite of the fact that I speak no French. I believe it sets the stage for them to be the same.) --Speaking English in addition to French is a matter of attaining a proper education. No one cares. --Monday. customs. music. A few meters away there is a really cute blonde standing alone at the side of the stage. and responsive. fit body. It‘s a huge free event that features seven stages of francophone musicians. Very diverse crowd. I‘ve had plenty of girls not open up whatsoever and I‘ve lost plenty due to ASD or bad logistics. The Québécoise express disdain for the United States. Very crowded. as well as other Canadian province. I notice that there are actually young teenage girls with little autograph books waiting. three people asked me for directions. She‘s telling me to go behind the stage if I want an autograph. However. --I‘ve noticed a disproportionate amount of hot chicks with ugly guys. It really appears to be a laid-back chill kinda place that seems remarkably socially tolerant. Average height. So what about the fucking lay report?!? Onward… I‘m at this street festival called FrancoFolies.I‘ve encountered a couple people that assert that Québécoise (French-Canadian) girls are ―easy. ―What‘s your role in all this?‖ She tells me to speak French. etc. One of the first things I tell new people I meet is that everyone I have met so far has been really kind. open. (In fact.
‖ GS: ―Okay. And she asks me if I have ever had a Queque de Castor (Beaver‘s Tail). We get to Papineau and ―it looks like everyone knows about your secret spot. She asks my name and we shake hands. I figured we would separate once we got to the vicinity of the fireworks. And this poker face is so alluring. I tell her to lighten up and smile. . We eat our snack and head to the Metro.‖ I grab her hand and lean in and say. She shakes her head and says. I just keep conversation light and playful and I continue smiling at her. On the train. I‘m just here to smile and laugh and enjoy the moment. She tells me that she is addicted to them. Finally she tells me that she works for the record label that handles the rap group that we just saw. I have not had one. I‘ll be so disappointed and I‘ll go find a new best friend. you going to the fireworks competition? I was about to go to the Old Port…‖ HB: ―I know a better spot. So we stop walking and I thought she was going to order one and give me a bite. HB: ―Look. You know how Mystery says that the most important state to be in is talkative? And Juggler says that you have to be willing to carry 90% of the conversation in the beginning? Well. Cool. We‘ll have to take the Metro though. It‘s a flat deep-fiend pastry topped with cinnamon and lemon juice (or other confections). The whole area is chockablock. where I wanted to mingle anyway. Damn she‘s cute.‖ The sortie for the station is so densely packed with everyone coming to watch the last night of the Fireworks Competition. But she orders two. Hey. I think it‘s mostly necessary—and I just keep talking. what‘s ‗fireworks‘ in French?‖ Honestly. She‘s really standoffish with her arms crossed and such. I thank her for being such a sweetie and I give her a big hug. I‘m telling her how much I like the city and how nice everyone is and how it‘s so nice to have stumbled upon this festival and how I need a tour guide and a French teacher. I tell her to spin and she‘s reluctant.‖ I‘m holding her hand and I initiate a little light finger rubbing. ―Cool. I casually let her hand fall. Hey. Be nice and I‘ll treat you to the captivating company of a perfect stranger. But this isn‘t going to go where you want it to go. It is not returned. But she continues to hold my hand after we are out of the crowd. That‘s it. but if we miss the fireworks. you bad girl. I ask her words in French.‖ GS: ―Cool. I have a boyfriend. What a beautiful night…‖ Blah blah blah… We walk to the other stage. But with the francophone. So you do know some English. I‘ll hang out with you. But I still get this oh-so-slight vibe of interest even though her demeanor changes not at all. Don‘t make assumptions. it‘s not always the case. I extend my hand to her. ―No. I think it‘s a loss. which gives her a chance to correct me and make fun of me. ―So we don‘t get separated. at this point. She tells me that she has to go meet someone at another stage. but they have been recommended to me. Finally she asks where I am from. What band? Are they any good? I‘ll go with you.it‘s International English Day and everyone worldwide is speaking English today and she can go back to French tomorrow. I‘m like.
I could be all like this flirty tour guide of yours and say ‗Look at this! Look at this!‘ but I don‘t feel like it. I rather enjoy your company and your perspective on things. It‘s Saturday night and people are everywhere and she wants to get out of the crowd. Just pretend. Like the walls.‖ GS: ―Sure. I spin her and hug her and thank her for showing me such a wonderful spot. I love that. There is nothing that I expect from you except that we just show each other mutual respect and. I ask if she knows of a little park. I told you I have a boyfriend. At one point I take her hand and put it on my knee. you know. We walk to one she knows of and it is blocked off for the night. She‘s comfortable holding my hand. She‘s laughing more. the barriers are just melting away. let‘s just sit down and talk for a minute…‖ So we sit on the concrete railing and talk. smile and laugh. Most of all it will let me know of you are the kind of person I‘d really enjoy spending time with…‖ So I introduce her to The Cube. okay. Once I tell you the secret it will be something you‘ll want to share with all your friends. Slowly building in pressure and variance. I hold her hand between both of mine. ―Because it‘s fun and it makes you feel good. She‘s frustrated that I can‘t speak any French. ever so lightly.‖ GS: ―No problem. I have to go. or maybe I should go off and find someone with a littler more enthusiasm and energy. Do you have email?‖ HB: ―This isn‘t fun anymore. When I stop--what do you know--she‘s ever-so-lightly rubbing my hand. I start. So we continue talking and I ask some fun questions. We walk to a Depanneur to get some water. not at her. I love when you‘re with a woman and you can see the transformation taking place. right before this. I‘m sure you are tired. we can talk. After the show. Oh yeah. but I‘m only here a couple more days…maybe we can do something tomorrow. I feel . I only have a couple days to enjoy the excitement and energy of this city. The fireworks begin and the crowd falls silent. ―Hey let me show you this cool visualization exercise. She says she just wants to sit and talk. Like this!‖ HB: ―I don‘t really care. Spot on. I look to the sky. rubbing my finger in circles across her hand. Bu if we had like a whole day to just focus on getting to know each other we‘d be the kind of people who align their energies and just ―get‖ each other and we‘d be best friends. she more open and expressive. The show is amazing. she‘s more receptive to touch. there was another point where I almost walked away: HB: ―Don‘t touch me.‖ I take her hand again and give her a big grin. ―What next?‖ I ask if she wants to get a beer or a coffee. I lead her to this concrete railing big enough for us to sit upon.We sit and chat a little. ―Why is it so important to you?‖ I say. You seem pretty cool and I‘d like for you to just relax and show a little enthusiasm in these moments that we have together.‖ GS: ―Sure. She pulls it away. I don‘t feel comfortable with you. It‘s a half hour show. This isn‘t going anywhere. I tell her that she seems a lot different than me and that we butt heads too much. so we might as well be close for the few minutes that we are together.
I spin her and tickle her and we kiss some more. I would have so much to teach someone as open and adventurous as you. I have someone I‘d like you to meet…‖ HB: ―Is it a girl?‖ GS: ―Mmmhmmm…and she‘s absolutely adorable. right?) I borrow her phone and call HBcafe. I provide fairytale romance. but she just can‘t. I could just eat her up she‘s so gorgeous. So there was a minute of deliberation and she talked herself out of going to my station to get my vehicle. All in casual fun. HBfrancofolies reminds me that we have to rush and catch the last Metro. She goes on to tell me that she wishes it didn‘t have to be that way…she wishes that we didn‘t have to be so exclusive and monogamous. It really is too bad I can‘t let this happen. she will be adored and fulfilled beyond her dreams. She‘s close but she‘s still telling me how she has a boyfriend and she lives with him and she can‘t do anything with me and she knows she is passing up an opportunity. It‘s midnight and the Metro will close soon. I‘ll come with you. Okay. I tell her that there is someone she has to meet. I just smile and nod. There‘s still hesitation. ―We‘ll go get your car and drive back downtown and have a drink. we either have to get my car and drive downtown or go get your car and drive downtown.its time to kiss her. She tells me that she knows she is missing something. She‘s so breathtaking and passionate and she‘s an amazing kisser. And even though I will be gone and never get to see this. But she tells me to have fun and come see her one last time on Sunday. I say ―It doesn‘t have to be that way. She tells me that she is already drinking. I agree. Don‘t you have a CD that you want to give me?‖ . GS: ―Hey sweetheart. I put her on a pedestal and treat her like a queen. Okay. is going to get hammered. Suddenly things are comfortable and fun. I tell her that even if out time together is short. you just ended up with someone who‘s not me. Devoured. We talk about getting a drink or bungee jumping off the Olympic Stadium. Meanwhile. We sit outside the Metro and hold each other and chat. but now they are in a lease together and he‘s the jealous type. Okay. (Another woman—that doesn‘t count. I‘m stroking HBfrancofolies face and kissing her while I talk to HBcafe. She also tells me that she has been with women and I ask her what she finds sexy about women. Or we‘ll be stuck until the subway opens in the morning. etc.) So I talk about how I screen women for good energy and intelligence and high self esteem with The Cube and questions that I ask.‖ (Notice that I act as if it is not going to happen for my reasons. for us to hang out. I go in and it is eagerly accepted. You will like her. We walk hand in hand. I will put them in touch because I know they will enjoy each other. She tells me that her relationship with her boyfriend was open and rewarding long ago. So I say. I talk about how for the right woman. We look at the Metro map and decide to get my car. I‘m trying to get her to accept the idea of cheating—just not with me.‖ Anyway. I find out that she can drive and that she has a car (kinda rare here). I tell her about this gorgeous and passionate woman that will just love her. and can‘t meet us.
It‘s ON. I have to drive you home now. but relative. I said. I invite her to come into the van. Of course she thinks it is cozy. passionate. and then. I told you it wasn‘t going to happen. So we drive across the city. Very intense. it‘s his place too… when we get to my wheel estate. ―Of course…I wouldn‘t have you any other way…but. juicy secret that you‘ll remember and cherish for the rest of your life. A little different than my story. right now. She reminds me that she can‘t do anything even though she really wants to. We‘re lying down with our limbs intertwined. ―Don‘t you leave a trace of this on me. thrashing about kind of sex. She divulges that for like a year she crashed at the apartments of different friends while all her belongings were kept in her car.‖ I know it seems like I got rejected. She was quite verbal and obscene. she says.‖ I slide my finger deep inside her and whisper. When I try to take things beyond kissing. I‘m whispering in her ear. Themes of sensuality and desire and arousal. She plays some music and shows me the hammock on her terrace. ―This is so fucking amazing…I love the way you fuck me…‖ alternating with a few French expressions. We‘re kissing and caressing each other and I‘m not blocked reaching into her jeans. then drove away with this devilish grin. either you leave him for more fulfilling options or you allow yourself this intense. . ―No. I just want to taste you. I hop out and pull my computer out of the van and I tell her I am going to show her some pictures. what do you want to listen to on the ride? Pick out a good CD. We kiss a few times and share a Corona. noticing that it is lightly raining. Seemed wise to save it until I could get her close and in isolation. She says I am ―cute‖ and that she knows it would be really amazing. Now is the time that I break into sensual talk. I show her a few shots outside the van. I like her openness now. But somehow I‘m thinking…she just doesn‘t want it here. I have home-court advantage.‖ And it was wild. I have her park next to the van. which I like. We‘re just talking about music and travel and such. When we were done. cool. I pull her close and we proceed to make out. ―At this point there are only two options.‖ So we rip each other‘s clothes off and I tease her while she is literally begging for cock. ―I want to taste you…‖ ―Do you have a condom?‖ This was actually unexpected. I describe how aroused I know that I have her and how I can tell she is wet without touching her. Of course she is soaked and I tell her so.‖ ―Okay cool. Nice loft apartment. she dressed. I say. kinda messy.So we get to her place. She reminds me of the boyfriend one more time. So I show her a few pictures and close the computer with some Bonobo running. Okay. She gives me about ten promo CDs. ―I want you in me…I want you in me…now…‖ She says.
Day 1 I met her on July 19th at Club Loft. I then assign her as my . She‘s not only the most beautiful. They looked like a group of close friends happily making their own fun. My girl tells me that this one is drunk. Canadian bacon. So the girl who knows the most about the city is my tour guide. I immediately start talking about my impression of the club and of Montreal. Loud. They had their own table and a pitcher of beer. but she also has the most dominant energy of the group. Note: This LR is dense with actual email correspondence from HBfashiondesign. I get the ‗where are you from‘ stuff out of the way and I tell them that I‘ve been given my own Canadian province to populate. We could match wits all night. bad music. I pull up a chair and join them at their table. It‘s an interesting tale that involves a foolish misinterpretation. I tell her that I expect more than maple syrup. Overall. way too hot. The second girl is quite flirty. Like everyone else in the place. For some reason this club has a huge draw on Tuesdays. I get the girl…wrapped around my finger. Mostly what I remember about the place is that it was the hottest club I had ever been to (temperature-wise) with no AC and I was absolutely drenched with sweat. I have been ignoring her and not acknowledging her questions and interjections while I talked with the other girls. I‘ve saved my target for last. So I get in line to go to the terrace where it will be cooler and quieter and hopefully communication will go further. The third girl is my cook.Montreal: LR: Flipping the Sexual Script (Part 1) Part 1 (posted 8/15/05) This is the story of HBfashiondesign. I shake my head in agreement. So now I have the attention of primarily my girl and the second-hottest girl. And to not mess with her. Done. for real. Then I start a future-projection role-playing scenario in which I tell them the positions that I need filled and we help each other determine who‘s right for each. and larger-than-life frame control. the dominant theme and key to this lay is reframing…. And in the end. I wanted to make them laugh and get them to be comfortable and accepting of my presence. They‘re shocked. All were remarkably attractive. I compliment my girl‘s leadership and protective qualities. The other thing that I remember is that my game was going nowhere in the lower level. She was in a group consisting of three other women. There was a rooftop terrace and a huge line of people waiting to get to the top. Very francophone crowd that would sooner walk away than even attempt to speak English with me. dramatic let‘s-just-befriending. The girl who responds the most when I ask what words are in French becomes my French teacher. and putine and I tell her all the cuisines she must master. But largely. until now.
I tell her that I need her to be open. I‘m trying to get this girl to come out and meet me that night. I kept talking to the roommate and I was playing heavy on themes of once in a lifetime opportunities and seizing the moment. like I said the night we met. She wants to go with the friends. Here it is: “I heard you met [my roommate] tonight. but to get to know you was the reason I came and sat down. I get her to agree to meet me the next day after work. friendly .I'm not afraid of people. intelligent. it looks like she did get the earlier message after all when I left my email address. Anyway.. What am I to do? I‘m thinking that. She says. I have no problem meeting you. The roommate sounds hella cute. that night the initial girl sends me an email. They head off downstairs. and it‘s still stuck in my head. And what do you know. The friends claim not to have pens and they are nagging her to dance. adventurous. Funny thing. ―It was fun messing around with your friends and sharing laughs with them. but I want to be clear.I love her. this is the only number I had memorized.‖ And I go into my ‗cell-phone doesn‘t work here‘ close. and now I see that you are more than just a pretty face. I return to the Marriott (found a phone I use to make free local calls) and I call the number and my girl‘s not there... I must warn you though…. I must admit that we don't meet a lot of people of your kind. I found you attractive. By now. So. I tell a story of perfect lovers who leave things up to ‗fate‘ to meet again and when they finally do. I can understand though because she's pretty much at the same level as I am. I tell her that there is no way I‘m going to remember it. My friends didn't see right through you that night and they told me to be careful…so as I like my friends and myself. This is intense. this girl sounded so sweet. as she has not written. I find someone with a pen and write down the number I‘ve been repeating. I'm sorry to tell you that so early. We‘re all standing and we‘re directly in front of each other now. Two nineteen year old roommates. I quickly give her a version of the trust test. And she‘s working as an intern designing underwear! How fun. etc. I have a feeling that if we spent time together one-on-one we would totally ‗click‘ and who knows how we might enhance each other‘s lives. I will be on my guard just a little bit. not even of you. So the next day. Sneaky girl. It's really strange that you connected with her as well. I say. I will be so mad you can't imagine. Of all the girls I dealt with in Montreal.. I call her from the Marriott and leave a message telling her that I‘m easier to keep in touch with by email and I leave my email address. but I get her roommate on the phone…. and trustworthy. framed as screening her for trustworthiness. they don‘t recognize each other. etc etc. but if you mess with me or [my roommate]. Neither of us has a pen for her to take my email. don't mess with her. if nothing else. etc. Man. and overwhelm me with positivism and optimism.‖ Skeptically. I trust you. I did actually memorize the number. Take care of her. I wait two days before I call again. blind-date style. I trust people. So. be my motivation coach. NOW. she lives so far away. We‘re given one chance and that we have to take advantage.‗spiritual advisor‘ and I describe how she is going to read my horoscope daily. but I will try because I know that she will benefit so much by hanging out with me again.. Isn‘t it exciting…come meet me. I have introduced a little competition..as long as you‟re polite. ―Just remember my phone number. the friends want to go dance.
. and if you can help me just to let go. I keep chatting with this girl and we set up a time to meet the next night.that would be great. But again. which took some careful orchestrating. so maybe that's why we connected. Well. Leave us your room number so we can get in touch. and I need to get some rest. I did show up.fate is against you. We need your last name to get to your room. I will probably be there around 11 pm or 11. I flake AGAIN. Friday. as soon as I‟m finished. although there is some confusion as to whether we even came to the same spot. you missed us twice in two days. I go off and do my thing-thing. I felt what you had to give me. The email is pretty revealing.. Interest now seems high with both. I‘m an asshole. Interesting. and then. By the way. and when I check my email in the morning. I'm pretty impressed that you remembered my phone number…really impressed!” So…they were talking about me.) How were they able to send an email from the hotel? What did they do between the time we were set to meet and 2am? How long did they wait in the hotel lobby for me? How can I turn this around after flaking TWICE? What‘s next? Bon moment. I actually tried to make it. 2005 .. So call me if you're interested.. I hope you get the message tonight. so I flaked on meeting the roommate.30 pm. Well. GoneSavage posted by lcf1976 at Tuesday. was my triple-lay day (LRx3: Trois beautées en une seule journée).. That night I call and I get the original girl on the phone. November 29. set to see me. I won‟t tell you more because I'm tired. Didn‘t see them.we are at the Marriot hotel. Hmmm…. You see. I read this: “You poor guy. Check this out…it turns out that they were BOTH at the meeting spot. Ok. The next day.. I will be getting home where you can call me. but I was driving downtown on a Saturday night and I never anticipated so much traffic..” Are you thinking what I‘m thinking? What might have happened if I had gotten this email? Why are they BOTH so determined to meet? (It‘s funny that they assume I stay at the Marriott because I call from there.and deep. its 2:06 in the morning. I work tomorrow till 10 pm. we are waiting down stairs. Oh well. like always. Aime la vie. but I was like forty minutes late. I'm not in a really good place right now. we set up a time and place that I would be meeting them BOTH.
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