mASF post by "GoneSavage"
posted on: mASF forum: Field Reports Discussion, August 8, 2005Part III
Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better…
So I had my first double-booked date and I ended up making love with one of the
two girls that night. But like I said, I *somehow* I played this so well that
the second girl was definitely still in the running. Time to get HBnurse.
That evening after our three-person date at the museum, she sends me this
email:
”I apologize for leaving so abruptly, but she wasn't really my type. Plus, I
get real cranky when I'm hungry.”
In response, I say “the apology is mine” and make no other mention of the date
or the other woman. I keep it ambiguous as to what degree the double-booked
date might have been intentional or accidental. The rest of the email is a
compliment to her style and her being “delightfully sassy.” Then a call to
action—meet me again—and this time I promise you 1:1 attention.
She writes back and tells me about this wedding she is going to on Sunday and
the party her friends are having for the couple on Friday. She would like to
meet me at 11PM on Friday, after the party, and I should call from a payphone
to let her know if I could meet.
Around 6PM on Friday, July 29, I give her a call. We casually chat for a
couple minutes and she asks where I would want to go at eleven. I ask her if
she knows somewhere laid-back and low-key because I didn’t feel like fighting
the crowd on Friday night. She says the best place would be in the community
where she lives. She tells me to meet her at the Villa-Maria Metro station.
It was a fun night anyway. I have a couple hours until my date and I befriend
the first person I talk to at the Metro station. She’s going to a karaoke bar
to meet her boyfriend and some girlfriends and she asks me to come along. I
roll in with social proof, even though I’m “some American from the Metro.”
It’s 9PM, and not many people are there. But damn if her friend isn’t about
the hottest chick I’ve seen yet. I talk to the girl that I came in with, her
boyfriend and this other friend. The hot chick keeps trying to interrupt and
she is duly negged. I work this set and another set of three girls. Multiple
girls were saying “you’re quite the ladies man” and shit like that. I’m just
like, “I’m just me. I have no expectations. I’m just social and talkative and
people are drawn to me.” Wink, wink. Plus I have also told them that I have to
leave soon because I have a “date.” I contact close the super hottie and she
says, “Let me walk you out.” I deliver a statement of intent, tell her to
close her eyes, and I kiss her. Absolutely incredible kisser. I’ll write more
if things work out.
So back on the Metro heading to see HBnurse. I arrive a tiny bit early and
she’s a little bit late. Of course I’m talking to another woman when she
arrives. I quickly introduce them and we’re off. We walk a few blocks and I
tell her about meeting a girl on the Metro and going to a karaoke bar. She
tells me about the party and the couple getting married, how she knows them and
how they know each other.
She takes me to a pub and orders me a beer and some home fries. Cool. Then
she talks and talks. Its one of those instances where I just kick back as an
active listener without having to lead or push the conversation. I find it
funny because she had told me at the museum that her best quality was that she
was a good listener; I find that she is apparently also a good speaker.
Anyway, she is very well-educated and very opinionated; the kind of person who
can talk about anything. No problems there.
She tells several stories about good friends she has known since high school,
and how her best friend (the other girl at the park) is now dating her brother.
She even explains that the reason she believes that her friend was so aloof
towards me was because she doesn’t really know how to act around HBnurse in the
presence of other guys since she is now dating her brother. The point was, she
was rationalizing the standoffishness of the other girl and telling me that she
is usually really outgoing, she’s a master chef, she’s really cool, etc etc. I
barely remembered her.
I tell her, “It’s okay, I didn’t mind your friend being reserved around me. If
someone isn’t receptive to me, that’s hardly my fault. It’s her loss, you
know. Besides, I was there because I was interested in finding out about you
anyway.”
So she’s talking and talking and once I get a word in, I say this… “Listen,
you’ve got great stories and you seem really cool. But I think I’m a lot
different from you. I’m really not sure why you like me. It’s strange because
most people that I connect with I can really get a sense for why they like me.
It’s like they are immediately drawn to my dynamic personality and my
captivating conversation. And my unusual lifestyle and outlook on the world.
But you’re a puzzle. I really have no idea why you like me.”
Normally I’d never ask girls to try to articulate attraction. It seems
counterproductive and it could be a needy-and-wussy frame if you don’t have the
confidence to really ask the right way. But this girl kept talking about close
friends, strong social circles, affluence, family ties, career mobility,
advanced schooling, and all this shit that I can’t really relate to. And she
really can’t relate too much to my stories of largely opposite themes. She’s
such a talker and its best letting her have the floor anyway. No need to
compete. So, I figure, if she’s going to talk, I might as well bring it to the
here and now, and have her talk about me. Her response is quite revealing.
“Wow, that’s hard for me to say. I think it IS our differences that make me
like you. It’s like what you told me at the park. Something about when people
have so many differences, it makes the things that they do have in common that
much more noticeable… and valuable. Like how you were a DJ and my brother and
my father were DJs. That’s cool. But I have to say, initially, like your first
impression, is that you have balls. I mean really it takes balls to go up and
just sit between two girls you’ve never met and try to get to know them.
That’s courageous. That’s fucking bold. I like that. I like how you can just
be so bold and go for what you want.”
I can’t help but smile. I say, “Close your eyes, I’m going to do something
bold.” I go in for the kiss. And she turns her cheek! Haha! She says, “Oh
you’ve picked up French air kissing!” I say, “You know how I love everything
French” and I give her some exaggerated “mwah-mwah” air kisses. Good times. I
told you she was sassy.
She orders another round of drinks and keeps talking. What can I say?
Really. I just sit back and let her ask me questions and I listen to her
stories. I know it’s on. Damn smart girl. When I answer her, she
compliments my word choice and thoughtfulness. Bonus for her.
Another good story she told allowed her to talk about social proof. She’s
telling me how she would never talk to a guy who is in a bar alone. Because he
is only there to pick-up. It’s shady and creepy. She says that a guy in a
group is there to pick-up too, but at least he has friends and people who can
vouch for him and it puts a woman at ease. She says it is even better when a
guy is in a group of other girls. Nothing we don’t know, but it was fun
hearing a socially savvy woman say this stuff without any prompting.
For fun, I said, “Wait a second though; I approached you solo without being
with anyone else.” She says, “Yeah and I was really apprehensive at first.
Remember? But you’re a traveler, so that’s a little different. And you’re
just really fucking bold, so it’s okay.”
So this whole time we have been sitting side-by-side in a bar booth. She’s
become comfortable with my touch by holding her hand or putting my arm around
her waist or my hand on her leg. I’ve become comfortable with her leading the
conversation. She gets the bill and asks, “You ready to go?” You bet.
She leads me up the street and she’s telling me stories about growing up in
Montreal. I think she’s given herself a protective buzz; or at least she is
acting a little buzzed after only two drinks. I’m just keeping kino and convo
light and playful. “Here’s my place.” She leads me in and I tell her to give
me the tour.
I casually walk with her and ask questions about pictures and CDs and I peek
into cabinets and at her bookshelves. She has a lot of stuff. Another
beautiful professional independent woman with a nice pad. I like this. She’s
got a bookshelf full of SEX books. Oh shit, what have I gotten myself into. I
tell her to put on some music and I sit her down with me on the couch.
She wants to see my license (she still thinks I am younger than her) and we
exchange. We make fun of each others pictures. She shows me the tattoo on her
lower back. I find the spots that she’s most ticklish. We’re sharing laughs
and getting closer. I boldly go for the kiss. Nice. We kiss a couple more
times.
I start to present the three sensuality questions (henceforth known as the
Sensuality Test—see HBgraphicartist part of post.) After I talk about plump
ripe strawberries and anticipation, she oh-so-casually mentions that it’s hot
in the living room and we should go to the bedroom with air conditioning for
the other two questions. I’m not really sure, but I think this is a green
light.
So she leads me to the bedroom and she turns on the AC and I insist that she
light some candles. Did I mention that she has a full-wall mirror right beside
the bed? I proceed with the other two sensuality questions as erotically as
possible. We make out and undress each other. Beautiful woman; so slender and
fit and exuding sexuality. She’s a little too eager, but I love slowing her
down and teasing her. No need to rush. Everything’s so sensual and incredible.
She turns out to be very energetic and passionate in the bedroom.
I’m fucking her and just admiring her body and I can’t help but think how
surreal it really seems that I’ve made this happen. I met two women at the same
place on the same day who had never met one another. I invited them both on the
same date and ended up in bed with one that day and the other the very next
time I saw her. Both are remarkably beautiful and astounding lovers. And both
realized that I could fulfill their desires and turn them into daring and
lustful sex-crazed creatures. And I did just that for them both!
The next morning we fucked again. We showered, I left her a charming note, she
burned me a couple CDs, then she took me out and treated me to an expensive
brunch.
Who gets away with this?
Bon moment. Aime la vie. GoneSavage
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