My fellow asf ng buddies. You have not heard from me in over 2 months. I have been very
busy with my new found confidence to approach any woman anywhere with openers that
actually work, since finishing Ross' basic home study course. I have also been spending most of my online time reading the SS list. There are some
fantastic success stories there, especially from guys like Bishop. I have learned almost
as much from the SS list as from the course. Here is my report for last week. As you will see, it is a lot different from my
previous reports. This is going to sound a lot like a Bishop post, but that is because he
is my role model and I thought about what he would do. Don't ask me for the patterns used.
They are from the course and various posts in the SS list. So I'm walking through the ladies dresses section in a fancy clothing store at the mall
and happen to see an attractive sales girl walking towards me. She is about an 8, late
20s, 5'7", tight slender build, nice eyes, and reeeeel purdy lips. She has cropped
short black hair and wire rim glasses. The artsy creative type. I look straight into her
eyes. She looks. We continue looking at each other as we approach. Just before she passes
she smiles and I smile back. I now know she has a good attitude. I walk a few more steps
and turn around and walk to where she is putting clothes on a rack. I approach and use
Ross' AB opener. She blushes bright pink and says "Oh thank you." I anchor that
with my left hand on the top of her right wrist and say "I did not mean to make you
blush." Then I extend my hand and say "My name's David." She shakes it and
says "My name's Lisa." I go for the number in the challenging fashion that Ross
instructs us to do in the course. She says "OK, let me get my card and give you my
number here at work!" She starts to walk and I say "You are very busy here at
work, is there a way I might reach you when you are not so busy?" She says "I
don't want to do that. You can always call me here, or, you can give me your number."
I say "I am never home and I seem to always miss calls. Do you have access to
email?" She says "No, but I can call you and leave a message and you can call me
back!" I use Bishop's famous challenge line here. She looks at me disappointed and
says "No, please don't do that! What do you do?" I say "I'm an engineer at
***." She says "Oh I used to work there. But I am a very creative type. I left
there to come here and to start my own jewelry making business. They could not appreciate
me there." I say "I am only analytical at work, after work I relax and enjoy
being a human being." She says "Oh I know what you mean." I say "In
fact, I too enjoy being creative." She says "I know, I could see it in your
eyes." I say "Is that so?" She says "Yes, and you have very intense
eyes." I look very intensely at her and say "I hope you are not intimidated by
very intense eyes" and then smile. She says "Oh No, not at all. In fact, I like
them. What is your creative medium?" I say "I like to write poetry." She
says "Oh really, I love poetry." I say "Well, I would love to read some of
my poetry to you sometime." She says "I would love that." Then I use Major
Mark's challenge line and Bishop's famous poetry invitation. She smiles really big and
then looks disappointed and says "Oh I'm sorry, I can't tonight, I have plans, but
let me give you my card and I will take your number, wait here." I take a seat next
to the piano and chat up a nice lady who is sitting next to me waiting for someone. Lisa
returns and I stand to meet her. She says "Here is my card. What is your phone
number?" I tell her as she writes it on another card. She says "Can I call
you?" I say "Yes, that would be nice." She shakes my hand again and I
leave. Shortly after I arrive home the phone rings. I can tell from the caller ID that it is
her. We start out with small talk. Then she gets into a long discussion about how she was
so unhappy at the previous company. I let it go only long enough to get some of her trance
words (feel, creative, deep, understand) and values and then steered it in the direction
of her jewelry creations. She delights in telling me all about the shows her jewelry has
been in and how she has orders that she has to fill tonight. I then steer it in the
direction of the poetry. When I get the chance, I say "Would you like to hear one I
have written?" She says "Yes, but I warn you, I have not eaten dinner yet and I
don't want to pass out on you if it is a really good poem." I say "OK, just this
one poem." Then I recite Bro Nick Forturne's "Two Eyes." She says
"Wow, that was beautiful." I say "You are so sweet, I am so glad you liked
it." She says "I did, I am only telling the truth." Then the discussion
starts going in the wrong direction and I pull it back. I say, not all of my poems have to
rhyme, some of them are more free form. Would you like to hear one more?" She
delightfully agrees and I recite Bishop's "The Sweetest Sound." There is a
pause, and she says "Oh my God." I say "I am so glad you liked it."
Then I say "I love how you can really feel my poetry Lisa." She says "Yes,
I really feel it. Like it touches me so deeply. You write about feelings. How do you know
so much about feelings?" I say "I am a student of the human mind. As electrical
engineers, we looked to the human brain as an alternative computing architecture. While
reading neurologist's papers, they quoted papers and studies done by psychologists. I
became fascinated by the subject. Here is one experiment they talked about. Would you like
to try it?" She is game, so I did the Blammo pattern. She had diagonal interference
patterns so I helped her to adjust the control knob that tunes in a station to reduce
interference. I say "But such a visual experiment just shows how you and I are
kinesthetic people, we are feeling people, we are not visual like most other people."
She says "Yes… (pause) I knew we were a lot alike." I say "Yes, we
communicate in a different way, we FEEL." She says "Yes, so many people cannot
understand that. They are intimidated by it because they do not understand it. But you
understand it. Who are you? I feel as if I have known you for so long!" I say "I
know, I feel that as well. I understand how you feel." She says "Do you talk
like this to all the girls?" I say "I only say what I feel." She says
"Oh, that is good!" Then I go into the IC pattern and she interrupts me many
times to clarify and agree. She says "I want to give you a big hug right now." I
say "Oh Lisa, I can feel that hug." Then I say "Talking about feelings,
here is a poem about just that thing." I recite "Rose in Your Heart" from
Mindlist. There is a very very long pause. Finally she says "I am speechless." I
say "Good, I want you to be. I want you to feel understanding so deeply that not even
words can describe it." She says "I… (pause) feel so closely to you David.
Do you do this with all the girls?" I say "How can I Lisa? This is so rare what
we have. We are both feeling people and we have communicated on such a deep level with our
feelings." (All true.) She says "Yes… so true… (pause) this is scary.
Are you scared?" I say "Yes Lisa, it is scary. I feel scared and excited at the
same time." I then go into the Discovery Channel pattern. She says "I know
something else that is like that." I laugh and then there is a long pause. She says
"I don't know what to do?" I can hear Bishy telling me that she is asking me to help her to agree to meet. I do
not have an anchor to fire off, but I do have words, so I say "I feel so closely to
you Lisa. You have made me feel so vulnerable to you." She says "You have made
me feel so open to you, so exposed." I say "Yes, that is it exactly. I need to
see you Lisa." She says "When can we get together?" I say Monday night
would be good. She says she has something that night, but Tuesday is good. I say I cannot
meet Tuesday or Thursday but Wednesday is good. She cannot meet Wednesday but this next
weekend is good. I tell her I cannot meet on the weekend. Stale mate. I feel that we have
enough rapport that I can report to her that I am divorced and have two sons who I see
every Tuesday and Thursday evening and every other weekend. She takes it well. I tell her
about the boys and how they enjoy going on dates with me, and they talk the whole time to
my date and I never get a word in edgewise. She likes it. She tells me about her two cats
who are like her daughters. I say "It is so special to have that, knowing that your
cats love you unconditionally." She says "Oh yes, they love me." Never did
we get to the age question. She is probably 16 years younger than me. I say "It is too bad it will be at least a week before we can get together."
She says "David, you have touched me on a different plane. It is as if you have
touched me without even touching me." I say "Lisa, that is the nicest compliment
anyone has given me in a very long time." She says "What do you want to
do?" I know what she is asking me to do. I say "I want to be with you." She
says "Those things you have to do tonight, do you have to do them?" I say
"I can put them off." She says "I would like to meet you tonight." I
say "I would like to meet you tonight." She says "I would like to meet with
you privately, but I think it is best if we meet in a public place." I say "Oh I
agree. As much as I would love to be alone with you, we need to meet where I can get to
know who you really are, what your values are, who the real Lisa is." She is very
happy with that. I say "OK, let's agree on a restaurant where you can finally have
dinner." She says "I'm not hungry anymore." I laugh and say "Neither
am I." She laughs. We agree on a coffee shop near her house and agree to meet there
in 45 minutes. I tell her "Now Lisa, when you see me, I want you to give me that big
hug you promised me." She says "Oh I will!" I arrive on time. She is not there yet. I find that it is full. None of the couches are
available. There are a number of very attractive young ladies that I would love to
approach, but I pass the time by chatting with the manager. The temperature in the late
evening has dropped and it is very cool outside, but it is warm in the coffee shop. She arrives with a jacket and no glasses. She smiles and blushes. I put out my arms
like I am expecting that big hug. She opens her arms wide and gives me the most delicious
hug. I slide my hands under her jacket. I love how her slender firm body feels in my arms.
Wow. Knowing that she is a kinesthetic person I whisper into her ear "You feel even
better then you look." She holds me even tighter. This goes on for about a minute. I
notice that a couch becomes available so I let go and take her hand and lead her to our
couch. We take a seat. She takes off her jacket. We are both smiling big and I sense that she
is feeling a bit awkward. I hold her hand in mine and say "We will just relax here
and allow ourselves to get used to being together again and allow ourselves to feel
totally comfortable with each other." She likes it and says "It is getting warm
in here." We laugh. I start with small talk about all we have been through so as to
allow her to relive our relationship so far, backwards in time, which makes her feel very
comfortable. Then the waitress comes and she orders some fancy French type of ice tea and
I order a plain ice tea. When the drinks arrive I run Bishy's Ice Tea pattern. I am purposefully blatant with
the embedded commands. She smiles and looks at me as if she knows what I am up to. We both
laugh. More small talk while we are massaging each other's hands. She is a little nervous
and holding my hands is her security blanket. She apologetically says "I have big
hands for a woman." (I thought they were very feminine actually.) I say "Well
you know what that would mean if you were a man?" She laughs and says "Oh but
that is not always true." I say "Might not, but its sheer size is not what is
important, but the way each other makes the other feel while making love." She says
"Oh so true." She holds her hands just a fraction of an inch from either side of mine and says
"Did you know that you can feel the energy between two people?" I say "I
can feel that Lisa." I compliment her on her beautiful eyes. She says "Your eyes are very playful. You
have a playfulness about you." I say "I think that is what it is all about. Why
do it if it cannot be fun. It should be playful." She says "Even when I first looked into your eyes, I felt as if I had always known
you." I used this to go into the IC pattern again, but this time to plant that famous
anchor on the solar plexus. She accepted it and actually liked it. She asks me where I get the inspiration to write such beautiful poetry. I say
"When I am alone, I think about how it would feel to not be alone, what it would be
like, how it would feel, what we would do." Then I ask her "Do you know how it
feels to be alone?" She replies "Oh yes." I say "Do you feel alone
now?" She says "Oh no." I say "This feeling, that you are feeling now,
(I fire off top of wrist anchor) how would you describe it? How would you describe the
opposite of alone?" She looks at me for a while and says "Embraced." I say
"That is the perfect word for it, embraced." Then I say to her "Now, we are
together, as if we have always meant to have met, and that reminds me of a story I once
heard. A story about soul friends." She says "Friends? You mean soul
mates?" She seemed kind of disappointed. I know that I will later have to
"manage her relationship expectations." I say "Soul friends, like we have
always known each other." Then I go into the Soul Friends pattern. I anchor her
childhood time with me with a touch on the inside of her arm just above the wrist. Then
the present a little higher than that, and the future a little higher than that. Then I
say "And now you can feel that we have always been together" as I slide my
finger from her wrist up, and even higher as I say "And it just keeps feeling better
and better." She closes her eyes for a moment and then looks at me and says "I
am in a trance." I just let her look into my eyes for a while. Then I look at her lips and she looks at
my lips. Then I say "You know that you can feel a first kiss even before it
happens?" I go into the first kiss pattern. She licks her lips. I then say "and
talking about anticipation, have you ever thought of the difference between anticipation
and compulsion?" She disclosed that she once had a compulsion for Godiva white
chocolate clams. They are sweet, smooth, and silky. This was the perfect intro to the BJ
pattern. She loved that! Then I said "I brought with me a poem that I wanted to read to you." She
looked wide eyed at me and said "Oh no!" as if "Are you going to make me
even hotter?" I take out of my pocket three pages that I printed out before driving
to the coffee shop. I then look at her and her head is rested on the back of the couch in
preparation for being read to. I then recite Bishop's "Lover's Dance." She sighs
and says "I saw all the visuals. I felt as if we were really there. Like two lovers
sharing that gift that nature has given us to share together. David, you make me feel so
deeply. I wish that there were a way that I could make you feel so deeply."
hmmm… Then I say "Speaking about gifts, I have written about just such a gift. I
would like to read it to you now." She looks at the ceiling and then rolls her head
towards me and says "Yes." I recite Bishop's "Warm and fuzzy." When I
am done she looks straight ahead and she begins to cry. She says "I am crying. David,
you have made me feel so deeply. Sometimes I feel so deeply that it hurts." I sense
that this will be a problem later. I should have addressed it right then. I hold her
closely. We look deeply into each other's eyes. I know at this time I must "manage her relationship expectations." I say
"Lisa, as you know, we are both very busy people. We had a hard time finding this
evening to be together. It will be at least a week before we see each other again. My
schedule has always served to raise havoc with a relationship." She says "How
can you do that? How can you do a take away like that?" I say "Lisa, too many
times in my past, my schedule has only served to ruin a good thing. I want to be totally
honest with you." She said "Well, I know that in some of my previous
relationships, I have gotten too involved with someone at the expense of the other things
in my life that I cherish, and I have ended up mad at myself for doing that. I am a busy
person. Yes, I do understand." I said "Lisa, before, I have gone into
relationships and not been totally honest before it goes too far, maybe in order that we
will have sex, I don't know. But I am too mature now to mess with anybody's feelings.
Feelings are just too precious." She says "Yes, David, that is so true. I do
thank you for being honest with me. I guess I don't really want someone to be with me all
the time, I just want someone who I can share with, who I can call, someone who really
cares about me." I say "I want nothing more than for us to be totally honest
with each other." The waitress comes by and says it is last call. We decline. Perfect timing. I say
"It is late and we must go home. I will drive you to your car. When we get to my car,
I have a poem in my car that I want to read to you." She delightfully says
"OK!" pheeew, good. I thought I might have lost her there. We hold hands as we walk to my car. Her stride is as long as mine and we are walking in
step. She wants to do the "Monkey's walk" where they walk in front of each
other's foot. We sing the theme song from the Monkey's. I unlock the passenger door and hold it as she gets in. I get in the driver's side and
find that she is sitting with her legs under her, while facing me. Ross tells us in the
BHSC that this is a very good sign. She is cold so I warm up the car. I tell her "I
have even written poetry for lady friends of mine to read to their boyfriends. Here are
two poems that I have written. Remember, these are from a woman's point of view." She
is wide eyed and ready. I recite the two poems. She stares at me and says "David, how
have you described exactly how I feel?" I say "Because it is how I feel. It is
how I want you to feel." She says "I want to take you home with me, but... it's
too soon." I say "I completely understand and I respect your decision. Even
though we feel as if we have known each other our whole lives, we mustn't move too fast.
We don't want to think about how incredible it would be." She says "You're not
helping any!" I laugh and say "I will drive you to your car now." We
navigate to her car in a nearby well lit parking lot frequented by cops, so I do not want
anything to happen in the car. We sit in my car. She says that it is getting hot now. I turn down the heat and she takes off her coat.
She rests her head sideways on the head rest and looks at me. I look at her lips and lick
my lips. She leans forward and goes into the actual slow sensual real life enactment of
the first kiss. I play my part well. It is awesome. It gets more heated and passionate.
Next thing we are licking each other's tonsils. Then I lick her lips as if they were her
"other" lips. This sends her into orbit. Then she complains that she is hot. I
turn on the damn air conditioning. She complains again and says that she wants to remove
her clothing. Then she says "No, how does this seat go back?" I recline her seat
and she pulls me onto her. Then she says "David, I have been hurt so many
times." Oh shit, here it comes. I should have addressed this before. She talks about
the men in her life who dated her and dumped her and then came back just wanting sex
again. I say "That type of behavior makes me angry because just because I am a man, I
am included in such a group. That is just the kind of thing I was talking about before. It
is only human to be honest with somebody and to really care about someone" and I
slide my finger up the inside of her arm to fire off the soul friends anchor and say
"as you can feel that about me." She says "I know, it isn't fair, it is not
you." Then she instructs me to recline my seat. She climbs on top of me and more cuddling and
kissing occurs. She says breathlessly "No don't" but continues nonetheless.
hmmm... She says "I want you David. I want to take you home with me. But… I am
on my menstrual cycle now." I say "Are you self conscious about that?" She
says "Well, yes, in the early part of a relationship I am." I say "Lisa, I
love everything about you that defines you as feminine, everything. I am very accepting of
it all." She says "You are so wonderful David. I wish I could do this." I
point at her solar plexus and say "I only want you to do what you feel inside
here." She slides her head down my stomach and onto my lap. She reaches for my
zipper. All I can think about is the flashlight of a cop. I say "Lisa, I want this,
but I want this in the privacy of your bedroom, where I can feel your body against mine.
Where I can feel all of your skin." She rests for a few seconds and then raises up
and lies back on her reclined seat and pulls me onto her. She starts massaging her breasts
and says "David, look at what you do to me, you make me fondle myself." I say
"That is very exciting for me." (very true) I go for broke and I say "Lisa,
what do you want me to do. Do you want to me just tell you 'Lisa, take me home with you
now'?" She softly says "no." I do not partake in anymore playtime unless
she wants to play at home. We rest in each other's arms. I am not going to push it any
further. I do not want to loose any respect she already has for me now and I do not want
to mess with her feelings. She says "I am not going to get any sleep tonight." I
am done jumping hurtles so I say "It is late. We better go home." We kiss softly
and we both know the night is over. We set our seats up straight and we fix our clothing.
I get out and go to her door and open her door. A cop drives by very slowly watching us
like a hawk. I say to her "The cops are out patrolling lover's lane." She
laughs. She puts her coat in her car and turns to me. She says "I have a feeling I
will be thinking about you a lot." I say "And I will of you." We embrace
and kiss one last time. Lisa and I talk on the phone each day over the next 3 days. She mentions in one
conversation that she had an operation for endometriosis. She mentions that during her
period it causes intercourse to be very uncomfortable. THAT'S WHY! It is a good thing I
did not try to push anything. I read to her Bishop's "Rain of Desire." She
absolutely loves it and asks for a copy of it. I tell her I will bring it to her when I
see her again. Our busy schedules keep us apart. But late Thursday night we make some time and she
gives me directions to her place so I can pick her up to take her out for a cup of coffee.
I print off Bishop's "Rain of Desire" and head out. It is a very warm evening
this time. When I arrive she opens the door and opens her arms for a big hug. I step
inside and close the door behind me. She hugs me very closely. We say nothing. This hug
goes on for almost 5 minutes. I finally whisper into her ear "You feel so good."
We start grinding a little. Then I say "I have the feeling that you would prefer to
just sit on the couch and talk here." She says "Yes, let's do." We take a
seat on the couch. I can tell she is very comfortable. I fire off the Soul Friends anchor
and then I hold my hand just a fraction of an inch from her skin and start moving my hand
up and down her arm as if to transfer energy to her, as she had done to me. I talk about
the energy between two people. She says "Your voice just mesmerizes me." She slides us along the back of the couch to rest against the arm of the couch. Serious
kissing ensues followed by heavy petting. Eventually we are horizontal. Her air
conditioning is wholly inadequate and I am starting to perspire. She suggests that I
remove my shirt. No problem. Petting continues. She complains of being hot and removes her
shirt. ok… In time, more articles of clothing are removed in the interest of comfort.
She must not be on her period anymore. I ask her "Would it be cooler in your
bedroom?" She says "Yes, I have a fan in there." We make our way to her
canopy bed. Here the final articles of clothing are removed and I spend a great deal of
time adoring her lovely soft ivory skin, flat hard stomach, and narrow hips. This woman
still has the body of a girl. We cuddle for a while and she says "This is too
soon." I say "Yes, it is. We will just enjoy holding each other." Then she
starts fondling herself and says "David, do you like watching me?" I say
"That is very exciting for me." She sees that it is and she reaches into her
night stand and rips open a condom and together we "plant the big anchor." Eventually it is very late and I have to work the next day. Before I leave we make
plans for a date for dinner on Saturday. Why? Because, DATES ARE FOR WOMEN YOU ARE ALREADY
SLEEPING WITH! David Shade |  |
