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Me: Good looking 25 y/o male dressed in MEK jeans, cool t-shirts, and suede Zengara boots.
Her: Cute 26? y/o black British female dressed in jeans & a t-shirt when I met her and first couple times I saw her, slutty black jean dress with a short lower hem on Tuesday. Big titties.
Meet to Lay: A month? Month and a half? Regardless, I sucked her titties on our first date, but didn't fuck her til the third. Very frustrating.
Time spent with girl before lay: ~13 hours
Keys to the Lay:
- Strong first impression at the alumni meeting
Next day she texted me asking if I was on Facebook. I responded that I was, and she added me on there. I have lots of pictures of me and random chicks from bars/nightclubs, as well as pictures of me around the world and a picture of my destroyed car after some crazy chick took out me and another driver last December. I use the "Big Photo" app I got from the Window Shopping for Women videos and plastered those pictures on my main profile page so it's basically one big DHV.
Next I get a message from this chick saying, "That's a great costume! Is that your girlfriend??" about some picture on my profile. I just ignored that message, then texted her a few days later to come over for dinner and a movie.
Girl: Can you come here and help me? I can't get my bra!
She rolls her shirt up, then I pull it off; then I yank her bra off, spin her around, push her down on the bed and start sucking her tits. I take my shirt off and all is going well. She's moaning, telling me she has to go but that she wants me, I'm doing standard push-pull LMR tech, grinding my crotch against hers, she says it feels so good, and then-
I go to rub her pussy and she freaks out. Gets up, gets dressed, says that's enough, that she wants to play but we can play next time, gives me a kiss on the lips and leaves. I couldn't believe it... what girl doesn't let me rub her pussy? No girl! I decide then that she must be weird.
Anyway, the next day I text her to come over and she does. More of the same. I have her help me with my laundry (thank god, she made it a lot easier actually), take her shirt/bra off twice (she puts it on once to help me put my wash in the dryer) but I can NOT rub her pussy or get her pants off. She won't let me. I tried freeze outs, ordering her to take them off, then a big freeze out. Nothing worked. Eventually, she said she had to go when we still had a half hour left in the movie, and she went to leave. She was firmly in control of the frame (me trying for sex, her not giving it up) so I wasn't surprised this next "fishing for a bf" style conversation came up even thought she knew I was seeing at least 2 other chicks as evidenced by my message board on Facebook.
On the way out, we had this conversation:
Girl: I want to see the Dark Knight.
I decided that since:
a) this was a lot of work and all I had really wanted to do originally was play with her large, luscious titties, and that mission was accomplished, and
b) I would really like to fuck some other girls from that alumni group and this one seemed like a potential Stage 5 Clinger, that
it might in fact be in my best interest not to bother anymore. So I wrote her off and decided not to pursue her any further.
Needless to say, I'm not about to start running sunglasses around and inconveniencing myself unnecessarily. So I emailed her back, "Too late, I already sold them and pocketed the cash. J/k. I'll let you know when I'm here and you can come pick them up."
Next week, I had a little time on Tuesday and figured she was just going to stop by, grab the sunglasses, we'd have an awkward "So how was your weekend? My weekend was good" and then she would leave. But, such was not to be.
I texted her, "Hey goober, I'll be here for a couple hours if you want to come snag your shades."
She texted back, "Goober??? What does that mean?? I just paid my tab, is 30 minutes ok?" I thought oh man, what does she need 30 minutes for? She's going to go get ready. I am NOT playing any more games, so I hope she isn't expecting too much because she's not going to get it.
I texted back, "I refuse to believe you don't have the word goober in the British lexicon. 30 mins is cool, I'll still be here."
She showed up wearing, not jeans and a t-shirt this time, but a black denim dress, smelling of perfume and (despite seeming sober) claiming to be drunk. I was told her I was making dinner and was about to kick her out but she found an excuse to come in (I mentioned an ingredient for orange chicken I couldn't find called "orange zest" and thought it might be the same as this orange stuff I had bought before, and she said, "Let me see it").
I was chatting with her but not touching her. Not kissing her, hugging her, kinoing her, or anything. I was going to exert no further energy. I went about making my dinner, without offering her any, just talking to her. We looked up a few thngs on the computer while it was cooking (notably, the meaning of "goober" which she did not know -- meanings on UrbanDictionary.com included "dork" "stupid" and "penis"... she insisted she was not a goober and I insisted she was). She asked me questions about myself and I told her some of my life story, about how I made myself famous in high school and was flirted with by all the hottest girls even as I was in the grip of a social phobia and was too afraid to accept cool kids offers of friendship and hot girls' invitations to go out on dates with them. She was intrigued by that.
She followed me as I went back to the kitchen to get my dinner, and I ate it in front of her on the couch while she sat next to me. We looked up an article about the Candiru fish, which is a fish in the Amazon river I've read about that buries into a man's penis and gets lodged there. Truly frightening.
Anyway, during dinner again she insisted she was drunk, to which I said, "You are NOT drunk, you've been here for like an hour and a half and you already said you only had like one drink." She claimed to be a lightweight. Whatever, I knew it was an excuse because she wanted me to make a move. I was having none of it.
After dinner I was about to tell her "time to go" and when I looked at her she said, "I know, I should go," and I said, "Yeah, I've got to kick you out, got a lot of stuff to do."
At the door she said, "Give me a hug." I did, to be nice. Then she said, "Come here, give me a kiss," so I did, and she started making out with me. About a minute into that, I jacked up her skirt and started fingering her pussy. The rest is history.
I should note, however, that she was absolutely AWFUL at sex. Dear god in heaven she was bad. Every time I thrusted into her, she moaned but then pushed me back with her legs like she was trying to close them or something. I yelled at her to keep them open, but to no avail. Eventually I just pinned her thighs open. Talking to my buddy today, he said this chick he was fucking a few weeks ago who he had already told me was really bad at sex was doing the same exact thing to him. His theory was this is something chicks who are ashamed about having sex are doing. I definitely agree with that after this girl... while I was undressing her, she kept saying, "I'm drunk," and, "You're so aggressive," and insisting on turning off the light (which I'm not a fan of). Then after it all, she said it was totally my fault. Normally I'm willing to take all the blame, except this chick had totally pushed hard for it, so that kind of irked me.
Hey 4.0 So I wanted to apologize about last night I know I was a little crazy last night when I showed up on your doorstep drunk & it really wasn't my intention for us to end up having sex... What can I say you talk a good game & the two for one deal was pretty good plus I really enjoy your company....
I wish things could have been different.. I enjoy hanging out with you and if your thought process had been different I would have loved to have gotten to know you better and just experienced different things. I just don't feel as if anything good can come out of a relationship where you just sit at home all the time and watch movies. It can only become stagnant. Don't get me wrong watching movies is fun but I want more. You seem like solid guy which under different circumstances who knows what could have happened..
It also makes me nervous that you never did answer the girlfriend question. I don't know if it is just a situation where you and the girl in your pictures are just going through a rough patch or what is going on.
Goober (p.s. that name grew on me)
My response:
It's ok... I accept your apology, dork haha, j/k
You're cool people too; in fact, you're my first British friend! And I continue to consider you my friend... actually I agree with you that we're best as (platonic!) friends and think that's probably where the happiest ending is
And hey, honestly no worries about being pushy, that's in the past... besides, how can I blame you! We did talk about penises quite a lot and that's got to set a girl's mind in motion...
Anyway, hope all is well with you, goober... I'll ttyl
Chase
So, that's that. Until next time...
Keys to the Lay:
- Strong first impression at the alumni meeting
Wasn't going to post this because it's all standard boring game and there was nothing fast or original about it, but the ending was so funny I had to share
- Seeding lots of badboy threads
- Facebook DHV
- Ignoring questions about girlfriend, etc.
- Ignoring requests for date
- In the end, playing hard-to-get
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Meet
Met this chick at an alumni meeting for my school a little before I left for Europe. I planted myself down next to her as she was the most attractive chick there at the time, but after about 15 minutes some absolutely smoking tail showed up... I was already committed and logistics for moving around were poor (it was packed and everyone was seated, smooshed in together), so I stuck with the chick I was talking to and vowed to grab those other hotties another time. We just talked about basic stuff: travel, etc. I told her my story about almost getting arrested for being naked in a private swimming pool with some of my buddies and a bunch of chicks we met at a bar at 4 am one night in Arizona (that was one of my last FRs). That one helped me a lot and I really painted myself as a badboy and adventurer in that conversation. Swapped numbers at the end of the event.
First Date
We made dinner, and watched a movie she brought over. I followed a tip Sebastian gave me and stacked some boxes on my couch with some dirty laundry on top so there was only enough room for us to sit RIGHT next to each other, making kino simple. During the movie, we have some drinks but she doesn't want to keep drinking; our hands started exploring each other, and after the movie we started making out. I popped out her titties but she wouldn't let me get her shirt/bra off. I rolled her shirt up all the way to her shoulders and undid her bra, and she got up to leave.
Me: Come back over here.
Girl: If I come over there, you're going to attack me again! Can you just come help me?
Me: Come over here if you want my help.
Girl: Ok [comes over, gets on bed]
Me: I need you to take your shirt off so I can reach your bra.
Girl: Ok.
Second Date
She sent me a drunken booty call text at like 8:30 PM on a Wednesday when I had my Bebita coming over, asking what I was doing and saying she wanted to come kiss my lips. I told her I was going to see a movie and I'd text her later. Never did text her back that night as I was otherwise engaged, and the next day I noticed she had removed me as a friend on Facebook. Guess she got mad at me or something for not texting back and took me off.
Me: Good choice. I really liked that movie.
Girl: I want to see it with YOU.
Me: I just saw it. You know that.
Girl: ... [staredown]
Me: ... [staredown back]
Girl: Well?
Me: Well what?
Girl: Aren't you going to answer my question?
Me: What question?
Girl: I just asked you!
Me: I didn't hear any questions, just statements.
Girl: Answer my question!
Me: Repeat the question, please.
Girl: I want to see the Dark Knight with you!
Me: That's not a question!
Girl: Yes it is!
Me: [at this point, annoyed out of my mind] Are you asking me if I would like to see the Dark Knight with you?
Girl: Yes.
Me: I'm don't really do dating kind of stuff.
Girl: So what's your answer?
Me: Dear lord, I just answered you!
Girl: I didn't hear an answer!
Me: I said I don't do dating stuff.
Girl: But what does that mean?
Me: That means I don't like dating stuff!
Girl: Then what do you like?
Me: I like to keep it casual, you know, hang out.
Girl: That's not really the kind of guy I'm looking for.
Me: That's cool, I understand.
Girl: Yeah, it's just not what I'm looking for in a guy.
Me: No worries. I'll see you around.
Girl: Ok, well, it's been nice hanging out with you.
Me: Yeah, I had fun. Later.
Third Date - Lay
Only thing was, she left her sunglasses there. She sent me an email saying, "I realized I left my sunglasses there. Normally I wouldn't care but they're really expensive and I don't want to lose them. Can you bring them to my place or give them to me at one of the alumni meetings or something?"
Epilogue
As she was leaving, she was saying all this stuff like she wanted to figure out the "real me" and I was slightly panicked wondering how I was going to let this chick down nicely since I would have to run into her in our social circle and didn't want her fucking me over with chicks I'd like to bang. Fortunately however, buyer's remorse saved the day for me and she sent me an email the next day. For your reading pleasure, here's the text:
But anyway before I get any more dramatic I had better sign off. Again I'm really sorry for being pushy last night.
- Seeding lots of badboy threads
- Facebook DHV
- Ignoring questions about girlfriend, etc.
- Ignoring requests for date
- In the end, playing hard-to-get
