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THIS IS A LONG POST, however, the details provide a picture to be picked apart. i tried my best to illustrate the application of PUA technique and a lot of times, the best way to do that is to tell about EVERYTHING that happened. as you read, see if you can pick out how the little shit i was doing throughout the night lead to the lay. ENJOY.
the night started slowly at the kareoke bar. i haven't been going to the dive up the street as much lately as the crowd there, with the exception of a few cool people, tends to be overall LOW VALUE. the place is seriously starting to be an incredible drain on my life force. it's on the way to the kareoke bar though, so i like to stop in, grab a beer and do some throw-away approaches for a warm-up.
i get a small warm-up at the dive bar and start making my way up the street to the kareoke bar. when i arrive, the place isn't completely dead, but it's not hoppin like it usually is on saturday night. i really love the vibe of this place. i'm on first name basis with the owner, the bouncer, all the bartenders, the waitress and the DJ. they love me in there. the other week i was in there, had a few too many beers and the bartender cut me off. get this...he actually started serving me again after i took a break and drank a few glasses of water. they are a cool-ass staff. since the place isn't that busy, the bartenders, the waitress and the barback are all standing in a circle in front of the draft taps chatting with eachother.
i roll up and greet everyone. we all exchange hellos and handshakes. the younger bartender says to me
him; dude, you were fuckin trashed last night
me; oh god man...i slept til like two today...hey, how the fuck did i get home last night
i really didn't remember
him; you got a ride from these two girls that were in here
me; were they cute
him; not really...we set it up, cause you were about to walk and you swayin all over the place and stumbling..so once you walked out the door, we sent those two after you and told them to take you home
you see how these guys take care of me...god i love this bar. i get my beer and stand at the end of the bar next to a chubby black girl with a pretty smile. she is with an older lady. neither one of them are much to look at, but they are flirting with me...asking me about my tattoos, touching my arm. the black girl keeps putting her arm around me. they're having fun, so i engage them. we mostly talk tattoos. i look to my left and see the hot waitress standing behind the bar waiting on the bartender to pour her drinks. she looks bored as always.
me; you know what...every time i see you in here, you look so bored
she smiles and giggles a little.
me; see, that's not hard...see how easy it is to smile
her; well every time i see YOU in here...you're talkin to like five different girls at the same time
i smile at this and laugh a little myself
me; ha ha...i know...pretty cool isn't it
we both have a laugh. i look to the black girl and she looks a little jealous. she's looking at me and shaking her head.
black girl; so you're one of THOSE guys huh
me; i have fun
it stays kind of slow for about the next hour and people finally start to show up. i see one of the regulars coming my way. we shake hands and say whatsup. i look past him to see a spunky hot brunette wearing overalls. she has on a blue tank top. the waist-band of her thong is riding up on her hips. it matches her tank top in color. i say to my friend.
me; man, i've never been a fan of overalls, but damn if she isn't makin those look good...look at that thong, it matches her tank top...i bet she planned that
him; oh my god dude...i think i'd like to see her in those WITHOUT the tank top.
yeah, he's pretty AFC...but i like him.
me; no doubt.
i keep checking out the brunette. she's older, but well preserved. no wrinkles. she turns and i see that she has ripped abs. that is a tight little fuckin body this woman has. kareoke is beginning. the older woman with the black girl gets up to sing. she sucks. i say to the black girl
me; my god, she doesn't even know the words to that song...did you put her up to that
her; ha ha...yeah...she know i'ma clown her for that
me; that's not very nice
she laughs and puts her arm around my waist. i put my arm around her shoulder. we're like two old friends. i'm having fun with her. i look to the door to see a hot blond, nice tits, small waist, nice ass, short, cute face walk in with a fat girl. they approach the bar near where me and the black girl are. they order two jaiger-bombs and two beers. i watch them take a table that's behind me and to my left.
i chat with the waitress and the black girl some more. the next time i look at the table with the blond and the fat chick, i see that a guy has joined them. he's tall with a military-style haircut. he's pretty built. i consider my approach. i turn back to the bar and take a sip of my beer. i look to my left and see the fat girl ordering more drinks. two more beers and two more jaiger bombs.
me; you know, you guys are gonna be trouble if you keep drinkin all that liquor
she smiles
her; nah, we can handle it.
she's got her hands full with the bottles and glasses. she looks like she's having trouble. to save her a trip back to the bar, i take a glass and a bottle from her. she smiles and thanks me. we walk to her table. i set down the glass and bottle. i look at the dude.
me; how's it goin tonight man
him; alright man...how are you
me; pretty good man, you better keep an eye on these girls...they're gonna be a handful after a few more of those jaiger bombs
him; well, she's my ex-wife
he motions toward the blond.
him; so if anything, after i leave...you may have YOUR hands full...ha ha...there's a reason she's my ex
the blond starts trying to get my attention. she's patting my arm and asking me over and over what my name is. she's kind of annoying so i chat with the dude for a few more moments. finally i turn to her. i tell her my name. i stay and chat with them for a few minutes. i had decided before i even walked over to the table that it was a throw-away set...something about the vacant look in the blond's eyes when i initially saw her at the bar...but hey, she did have a nice rack, so befriending her group without getting blown out was good social proof. especially with the way she kept trying to get my attention.
turns out that the fat chick was in the navy. i was in the navy too, so her and i end up swapping sea stories the majority of the time i'm at their table. the blond is still trying to get my attention. i'm keeping her in the conversation by putting my glass up whenever she got a word in. i guess this group was ok, but they were a little dull. like i said, it was a throw-away. at a high point in the conversation, i grab my beer, spin around and walk right back up to the black girl. she was a lot more fun with her crazy drunk friend than the three-set at the table.
i get up and sing kareoke. it's not my best performance, but the black chick and her friend are dancing and shooting me crazy IOI's from the bar. i get down off stage and make my way back over to them. every time i sing in here, my status goes up. people that already know me do things like give me high fives and tell me good job. people that don't know me start to notice me. this is how i'm consistently ending up making out with girls in the parking lot and grinding with two or more chicks on the dance floor between kareoke songs. more on these later.
as i look back at the table where the three-set had been, i notice they're gone. i scan the room. i see them standing at another side surrounded by five AMOGS. the ex husband is gone, but these new guys are about the same. military haircuts, big muscles...they look like off-duty cops. i roll up to them. i say to the girls
me; and i was just thinking to myself, i know those bitches didn't leave in the middle of my damn song
they laugh...man i do some ballsy shit these days. i turn to one of the AMOGs and start chatting with him. prior military, did fourteen years, he's a cool guy. i chat with his buddies. similar stories. i eject to go take a piss.
as i'm standing outside the men's room waiting, a cute, curley headed brunette rolls up and waits for the ladies room right next to me. i look at her and wait for her to make eye contact. my right eye to her left eye...old school ASF stuff right there...pick one eye, combined with the right body language» and voice tonality, it generates attraction almost immediately...who the fuck knows why, but since i've been doing it, i've been getting stellar results. she smiles.
me; so the waiting game begins.
she smiles a little more. the doors to both restrooms open. we both go in our respective toilets. when i come out, she's just finishing washing her hands. she's looking at the empty paper towel dispenser. she's acting like it's the worst thing to happen to her all night.
me; here, let me show you this neat trick
she smiles at me. she's holding her wet hands out in front of her.
me; ok, so you take your hands, and you rub them up and down on your thighs just like this
i act like i'm drying my own hands on my pant-legs. she giggles.
her; but then i'll have water on my pants
me; you're wearing dark jeans...no one will be able to tell
she's still not having it, but she's enjoying my attention. keep in mind, i'm not saying anything particularly funny here, but i'm teasing her, maintaining steady eye contact, solid relaxed BL, and my tone is very playful/friendly. i continue playing with her.
me; ok, so you're only other alternative is to hold your hands out in front of you and shake them back and forth like this til they dry.
her; like this...
me; yeah just like that...so the next time i see you, you better be doing that or i'm gonna think you're weird.
she laughs. i roll up to the bar to grab another beer. the dj puts on some hip-hop music as a break from kareoke. the black chick grabs me and pulls me out to the dance floor. she starts pushing her ass up into my cock. i spank her ass as i grind on her. i see the brunette in the overalls come out to the dance floor and start shaking it near by. she gets up behind me. i lean back and say in her ear;
me; i like how your thong strap matches your tank top...you planned that didn't ya
she smiles and laughs. she starts grinding up on me from behind. i turn around with my back to the black chick. she turns around and starts grinding on me from behind. i pull the brunette close to me. i put my hands in her overalls. i grab her ass and pull her to me. god what an ass...this chick must go to the gym 6 days a week...seriously guys, this chick gets a rating of 9 for her body...face is an 8, so i guess that makes her 8.5, but let's just say i've got raging hardon for her. i pull her face to mine and kiss her. we're making out with my hands down the back of her overalls right there on the dance floor. my AFC friend is dancing with a little blond cutie up on the stage. he looks at me, smiles, shakes his head.
the dancing music finishes and i grab the brunette by one of her overall straps. i make my way over to the space in front of the restrooms. the back door to the place is right there too. i go to push it open. she stops.
her; no, my friends say we gotta go.
i turn around and pull her to me. we start making out again. i put my hands down the back of her overalls again. i CANNOT get enough of this tight little ass. i put my fingers under her thong. i tickle her asshole as i make out with her. i take my right hand and put it up her tank top. i fondle her breasts.
her..between kisses; how old are you
me; ha ha...how old do you think i am, give you a hint...i only LOOK twenty-two
her; that's what i woulda thought
me; how bout i'll be thirty this year
her; i think i want to make a man out of you
me; i think that sounds good
we make out some more. her friend grabs her from behind. they make their way to the door. i follow them out to the parking lot. i run up behind her and grab her again. her friends are getting in the car. i pull her to me as we make out some more. i put my hands down her overalls again. i start playing with her pussy lips...her thong is riding right up the center of them. i pull away.
me; i know you gotta go...but we should continue this
i pull out my phone. she tells me her number. she tells me her name. i give her a final makout and put my hands on her ass/pussy one more time.
called her yesterday...we're getting together tomorrow. it's solid. she tells me that she was completely sober when all that stuff happened. i thought she had been.
i make my way back into the bar. there's a cute blond sitting at a table that reminds me of my highschool sweetheart. i approach and kneel down next to her seat.
me; wild...you look JUST LIKE my high school sweetheart...which is a good thing cause she was a cool-ass chick.
we chat for a few...she really is a cool ass chick. she's fun, great sense of humor, nice smile, big tits, nice ass...i find out soon that she is also a great kisser with HSD. I invite her to come to another table with me where a couple of my regular buddies are sitting. after a few minutes of conversation and kino, the black chick comes over and plops down in my lap. i grind with her in my lap for a moment. i stand her up and smack her ass. she rolls back over to her friend. i continue kino with the blond. i'll call her HSS for highschool sweetheart.
HSS; you're just quite the player aren't ya
me; you know, i've never liked that word...see players do what they do because when it comes down to it, they actually don't like women...me
HSS; you're a connosiour
me; ha ha...hell yeah, i like that...you should know, i have great taste
i lean in and start making out with her. open mouth, full toung. i pull away.
HSS; you're making me so wet right now
me; well you gotta car
HSS; yeah
me; so let's get outta here
HSS; nah, not right now
we continue to talk, kino and makeout. i keep talking about her getting wetter and wetter. pace and lead. she's eating it up. this goes on for another thirty minutes or so. the dj starts playing more dance music. she grabs me and pulls me to the dancefloor. a few more random girls are also out there.
as i dance with HSS, i put a hand out behind me and grab one of the randoms. i pull her in behind me. once again, i have one girl in front of me, one behind. dancefloor dryhumping...this happens EVERY TIME i come in this place. it's good too, cause the dance floor is right in front of the stage, in view of everyone in the room...this is why these girls keep calling me a player. which as long as they keep saying it with smiles on their faces is absolutely fine. don't ever be afraid of being known as a guy who knows how to please women. yeah they'll talk shit and some will hate on you, but love or hate you, the guys want to be like you and the women want to be with you. fact of life, my friends.
after a few songs, the dj goes back to kareoke. i leave HSS to fend for herself. i approach my AFC buddy. he's sitting at the bar with a little blond cutie. i vaguely remember trying to kiss her a few weeks back. i open them. my buddy is still trippin about the brunette in the overalls. he's laughing his ass off about it. i say to the blond.
me; didn't i try to kiss you a few weeks ago
her; i think you did
me; yeah and you were all, oh my god, oh my god
i do a quick impression of her. they both laugh. i continue
me; that is an awesome shirt...you know what that is...it's a pet-me shirt
it's made of a velvet like material. i reach out and start stroking her back. i grab the back of her head by the hair and begin pulling lightly. the hot blond waitress says from behind the bar
waitress; god, you are a WOMANIZER
i smile. the blond smiles as i keep pulling her hair. my AFC buddy laughs. i say to the two of them
me; you know, this girl over here asked me if i was a player and i said i never liked that word...
i tell them the rest of our conversation. we all have a laugh. HSS has had enough i believe. she approaches and puts her body against mine.
HSS; are you ready
me; let's do it
we roll out. on the way back to my crib i ask her
me; don't you love having someone else wash your hair...i want to wash your hair
her; that would be nice
me; you know what else is cool...like when you take a shower with someone and you're both all soapy...you rub your bodies together and it's just so slippery...god i love that
her; you are bad
alright, so i know i'm detailed and graphic in my lay reports at times, but what i did with this chick turned out to be some great technique that i ended up doing again to another girl just last night. so just because you might get a little wood reading this...writing porn isn't my intention. teaching good sex technique is.
we get to the crib. we get out of the car. we go into my room from the door that leads out to my porch. we go into my bathroom. i start making out with her. i stop. i turn to the bathtub. i turn the water on and go back to making out. i pull her shirt off. i pull her pants down. i take off her panties. i take my clothes off. i set her up on the counter. i slide it in. i fuck her for a few minutes. i stop fucking her and get into the shower. she follows suit.
instead of jumping right back into the pussy, i grab the shampoo and start washing her hair. i start playing with her pussy again. i lift her leg. i start fucking her again. i stop again. i grab the soap. we get soapy. i play with her pussy some more. i turn her around and bend her over. i fuck her for another few minutes. i stop again. we rinse off. we get out and dry off. i take her into the bedroom. i put her on the bed. i put it in again and this time...i fuck her brains out for forty-five minutes.
she is multi-orgasmic. by the time i've gotten her to the bed, she tells me she has already came three times. part of this is her HSD...but what i learned last night after fucking an LSD girl is that it was the starting and stopping that i kept doing. that's what brought such intense waves of ecstacy to her. again...it's a great technique and i'd definitely reccomend it.
we finish up. i start to fall asleep. she gets dressed. i wake to her standing over me.
her; well i'm gonna go
me; hey darlin...come here
she lays down. i give her a little cuddle.
her; thanks for the...god, you're good
we kiss. she gets up. she leaves. i fall off to sleep like a baby. man...i never even got her number. oh well, maybe i'll see her again. who knows.
so let's re-cap;
SOCIAL PROOF is a death-blow when consistent
anything i left out in this re-cap...comments are appreciated.
peace,
Lie to a liar, for lies are his coin;
--notice how most of what i was doing was pretty direct
BEFRIEND AMOGS
--whether they're with your target or not, it's good social proof to talk to guys like that in a group and not get blown out
PLAYER VIBE
--random makeouts, number closes, dancefloor orgies...don't be shy
GOOD SEX
--uh...see above perverts
SEX TALK
--pace and lead, use kino
EYE CONTACT
--one eye to one eye, combine with BL/tonality=immediate attraction
JC
Steal from a thief for that is easy;
Lay a trap for a trickster,
and catch him at the first attempt;
But Beware an Honest Man
