Dec 22: Went to a shooting range with Turbo. Shot the shit out of a zombie stripper. She is now hanging on my door.
Dec 23: Went out with my director friend, picked up some chicks. We came back to my place, he met my roommate and her friends. High times for all.
Dec 24: Went to an Xmas party with LA Phil. I was sober most of the night but I was definitely feeling out of place among the group of friends. As the night went on I opened up more, and so did everyone else.
Dec 25: Went again to help eat the leftovers. We watched The King’s Speech, an excellent movie. Then watched The Departed. Then fell asleep.
Dec 26: Went out with my roommate’s friends to a hotel concert. I didn’t drink at first, made a few approaches. Honestly I was just dead tired, but I was waiting for the bottle service to arrive so I could get some Red Bull. Once I was cranberry vodka powered, I approached a few more chicks. One chick was a part of the social circle so I didn’t use too many crazy lines, but I did give her the phone rules as I took her number.
I sat down at a table and started talking to this chick in red. Some guy comes by and tries to mess with me by commenting on my ripped up jeans. I thank him and continue talking to the chick. Then I get a tap on the shoulder and a bouncer tells me I have to go. Apparently I hit on a promoter’s wife and now I am getting ejected out of the club. I say my goodbyes to my roommate’s friends.
I go to a nearby bar and decide that, since I’m already drinking, I want to have fun. So I get a Guiinness and start socializing. I go down the bar and sequentially hit on every girl. By the time I reach the end of the bar, I am on fire. This redhead loves me, loves Asians, and wants me to take her number before I even ask for it. Of course I don’t take it easily, telling her she can’t call me nonstop before taking her number. She gets a call from her friend, who’s in the bar with us, and we look for her. The redhead goes to the bathroom and I start warming up to the friend, to avoid a cockblock. She’s in a bad mood but she warms up to me. She also tells me her friend is the one who likes Asians, not her. Weird. They leave, redhead tells me to call her.
I hit on this group with a fat chick, a Spanish chick, and an Asian chick. I start off talking to the Spanish chick but she’s not really interested. But her Asian friend was pretty hot so I work with the fat chick a little. Of course she loves me. Then I work on the Asian chick. It’s weird with her, and not in the usual Asian way. I’ll run all this attraction material on her, pull her hair, but she’s also visibly uninterested. But the fact that she let’s me pull her hair indicates she’s cool with me somewhat.
The bar closes and it’s me, the three chicks, and two dudes. We all get into a cab to go to their place. I figure it’s a perfect situation, we all get laid. The Spanish girl, after a few minutes, just leaves the place. I guess she was afraid of impending dick? So I turn my attention to the Asian chick. Isolate to her room, escalate, no dice. Well there’s the fat chick I guess. But somehow she locks herself in her room. (Excuse me, things are a little blurry at this point.) Two more guys arrive. We strategize about how this will work out. The plan is, someone will bang the fatty, we all take turns with the Asian. I like it. One guy manages to get into the fatty’s room, another works his way into the Asian’s. As I am waiting in the hall, I realize I drank too much. I puke all over the hallway. Someone comes out of the room, tells me I should go to the kitchen. I puke in the sink. The other two guys tell me it’s not cool. I decide this is an excellent time to make my exit. I grab my jacket and am out of there.
I don’t know where I am. I walk toward a familiar building in the distance, hoping I would arrive eventually. Along the way I ask this guy for directions. We start talking. He asks me if I have any weed. I said no, but my roommate’s having a party and someone there might. So he follows me back, which at first I felt was awesome because I didn’t have to worry about getting lost, but then I realized I’m just dragging this dude off the street and into my apt. But that’s just crazy paranoia, right?
We arrive, I introduce him to everybody, and then ditch him to hang out with my roommate’s friends. I hit on the one girl at the place but it’s like he’s fighting me for her. He even throws a thinly veiled insult at me. I tell him it’s not cool. I go to sleep.
Dec 27: I wake up and my roommate asks me who that guy was. I tell them I don’t know, just picked him up off the street. These people are normally tolerant and chill, so I was really surprised by the reaction my hitchhiker provoked. Apparently he talked about locking people in his trunk for three days and feeding them nothing but cheese sandwiches, he though we were all devil worshippers, and other kooky stuff. Well, at least he got me home and now I have an interesting story.
Stayed in almost the whole day today. Drinking and smoking will do that to you. Did some text game with art chick. She wants to meet up when school starts. Southern chick came back today but is probably suffering from jet lag. Called redhead from last night, we were supposed to grab lunch but her dog was sick and she canceled. I told her she owed me brownies and she texted “I don’t owe you shit”. I responded, “sounds like someone wasn’t spanked enough as a kid” and she said I was annoying. I realize I misjudged her texts, probably overgamed, so I texted back “all kidding aside, hope your dog gets better”. We’ll see how this goes.
Lessons learned: - drinking helps my game. It is definitely a double edged sword, though. - calibration is important. Figuring out art chick and redhead’s life situations helped me better understand them and properly be cocky funny sometimes and understanding other times.
Went out to the local bar, hit on pretty much every chick there. Didn’t feel like being sober (alcoholic, anyone?) so I had a Guinness and a Christmas rum thing. Didn’t build enough of a connection with anybody there, don’t think I could have done better sober. Anyway it’s a nice friendly local bar, I expect to become a regular there.
Went out with roommate and her friends to see the White Arrows, but we got there way too late and couldn’t get in. Ran into Autolico and his girl. He approached two chicks but had to go and tried to throw them at me but it didn’t work. I was in horrible state.
I was in my head for a while, going through the different tactics of getting into state: Joe Natural’s making fun of people, just start talking to everyone, becoming super serious and determined, having fun. I find that when I’m with people I know, it is hard to approach. I don’t want to let them know I am picking up chicks even though they are doing the same. Gotta stomp this limiting belief out.
Anyway once I departed my roommates’ friends, I started approaching chicks. I warmed up with some fat chicks, who loved me, but I wanted to up my quality these days, so I moved on.
Horse girl to a blonde and brunette, apparently the blonde already heard it. I tried to control the situation but my handling was weak and eventually they moved on. That’s fine, it gave me a taste of the necessary frame control.
Hot girl by herself at bathroom. Horse girl followed with obvious bullshit. She was loving it, then her friends came back and I shared the obvious bullshit with them. They started questioning my bs, I admitted everything out of my mouth is a lie, they lost interest. Frame control!
Hot chick by herself at the door. My usual stack, horse girl, smart tests, smart hot rich. She loes it but she’s looking for her friends and doesn’t have her phone. I get her number, then try to take her around looking for her friends, but they suddenly appear behind us. I get locked out by the friends before I could win them over. So I turn around and approach another chick.
Short chick walks by, I pat her on the head. She obviously likes me so I don’t use any lines on her, just build rapport and physical escalation. I move her to another corner of the place. She’s kind of weird in that she doesn’t respond to my touches, but she doesn’t stop me. She doesn’t comply to my verbal commands either. I get the sense that she’s not very sexual. I try for more sexual topics but don’t want to over game. I should learn to be sexual without using attraction material, like Hyper talks about mental escalation. Got her number. She’s driving her friend home but says she’ll drive me home too. We find her friend, I befriend her a little, they have a girl talk, I get bored and approach other chicks.
Afterward I feel like my state dropped from talking to the short girl. I wasn’t fired up to approach and explored the place. I made a few more approaches at the end of the night, nothing significant.
Got home, bonded with roommate. Apparently she doesn’t remember anything from last night, which sucks because I felt we bonded last night. Oh well.
Lessons learned: - state control is important - frame control is important. Both of these were worked on tonight, with a venue full of hot chicks. Results are slowly improving!
I was supposed to go on a date with southern chick but her car wouldn’t start. So instead I had Chicago style pizza with LA Phil. At the pizza shop we approached two chicks. Their check came just as we were talking and killed the vibe. Oh well.
We watched Tron Legacy. While waiting for the movie to start I approached a few chicks. LA Phil told me I was showing too much interest again. Weird. Adjustment made.
Afterward I moved into my new place. Nobody was home so I went to a nearby bar. No chicks. Had a beer, went home, watched Dazed and Confused.
My roommate comes back with twelve dudes and three chicks. I game her friends a little and just have fun with her social circle. A taste of things to come?
Lessons learned: - be more conscious of my body language - social circle gaming opens up new doors
It was so rainy tonight. I went out anyway. Without alcohol I didn’t feel compelled to approach. Everything looked impossible, they all seem to be couples. I could be right or I could be creative.
That’s not to say I didn’t approach, I just did the easy ones.
Approached this Australian chick by herself, screened for logistics, qualified her, threw her in my friend zone. She was attracted, or at least amused, but I wasn’t that physically aggressive to determine how attracted she was. Her friend came by and stole her attention. Eventually they left, though they invited me to join, I felt it was pointless to follow if I couldn’t fuck her tonight. Now that I think about it, I could have built a stronger connection with her as we bounced around. Oh well.
Approached a few other girls, nothing significant. Got slapped by one chick because I started a mock fight with her. My state was too low to properly respond, but it also didn’t ruin my night like it had in the past.
Lessons learned: - I’m not pushing myself as much as I have in the past. I went out, but it’s time to amp it up. - follow opportunities to have fun and bounce with groups, see where life takes me.
Logistics were fucked, she brought her kids with her. Weird. Also her boyfriend suddenly calls her and our “date” is cut short. Still, my behavior with her has been more dominant every time. In the past she told me she doesn’t do sarcasm and I would apologize. This time I told her I do it because I love fucking with her. I’m also more dominant with my touch.
At night went out despite the rain. For some reason I was compelled to get a drink. Then I met this guy who was a director and we bonded over chicks. We started buying each other rounds. Did a bunch of approaches. One chick tried to get me kicked out, accusing me of spitting in her friend’s face. I stood my ground, the bouncers were on my side, her friend was pulling her away. Retarded.
Got another chick’s number in five minutes but she had to pee. With that little time I couldn’t solidify the number but whatever. I got to practice the phone rules with her.
Lessons learned: - frame control is important. Gotta stop apologizing for being me. - drinking gives me way more balls but my game gets super sloppy.
Went to dinner after she went boxing. Dinner started off boring, especially since I hadn’t done anything exciting all day. I used Brad’s date routine, making commentary on other people, to keep conversation going. It was late so there were no stores to bounce her around to. I suggested we chill and rent a movie but she said she had no DVDs and there were no Blockbusters anywhere close.
We left the restaurant. She asked where we were going. I suggested her place, because LA Phil was trying to pull. Apparently she had a guest over too. We drove back to my place but we couldn’t find parking so we were stuck. Ugh.
I started escalating in the car but she was uncomfortable with all the people in the neighborhood, so I drove to House 3, where I knew it was deserted. We gave each other massages, and using that excuse I got her bra and top off. Oddly, she wouldn’t let me near the pussy this time, not even through the pants. She said not in the car. I’m guessing she was really afraid of getting caught, she said she’s been caught in the past.
I got her hot and heavy, whipped my dick out, put her hand on it, twice. No dice. I continued biting her all over, dirty talking into her ear, and jacked off all over her tits.
We cleaned up and talked about my new place. She’s a germaphobe and said she’s not sitting on my bed with some other guy’s sheets. I told her I didn’t want her sitting on my bed. So we agreed, no sitting on my bed. Man, she is so ready, fucking logistics!!!
Next time.
Lessons learned: - logistics make or break a lay - girls like it when I bust a nut on them
Autolico was giving Turbo a makeover. I hadn’t seen Turbo in a while so I joined in. Fadeaway and I had plans so he joined as well.
After a while Fadeaway and I broke off from the group and I watched some of his approaches. I suggested some adjustments, and did a demo of the tonality, kino, stacking, and frame control I wanted him to have. I’m glad my first approach was decent.
I texted the tea chick from yesterday and the southern chick. Both responded, I called both. Only the southern chick picked up. I did some attraction stuff, told her about my day, did some more “you want me” role playing, then set up a date for tomorrow after she’s done boxing. It should be perfect, since she’ll be all hot and sweaty from boxing and ready for sex. I told her a story about how a chick tried to pick me up yesterday, and she said maybe she thought I was a male prostitute. I said she couldn’t afford me, and southern chick asked how come she gets it for free? Hmm someone’s got sex on her mind.
Lately my state control has been emphasized on being calm. Instead of pumping myself up to be super hyper, I relax and have mellow approaches. The results have been much better for each approach. However since I do not force myself to approach, I miss out on a lot of approaches as well. I hope that if I keep doing this every day, I will eventually be in state all the time. Like driving a car, it was freaky the first few times, but I am completely comfortable behind the wheel now.
Lessons learned: - state management is important. Even though I only did one approach today, it was one of the better approaches I have done. Many times in the past, my first few approaches just bomb. Instead I am trying a new way of being in state, a relaxed state. - my phone game is still better than my text game. I can’t seem to get out of being the text buddy after a while. It works better for me to call them when they respond to my text, where I can tell funny stories, use a seductive voice, and set up dates. Definitely a huge improvement from my old phone anxiety days!
Walked to my future neighborhood to see how far away it is from the bars and also to check out the scene. While waiting for a green light I talked to a girl next to me. Opened her with “good morning” (it was night). She cracked up, then I followed up with my usual stack, horse girl, smart tests, etc. We chatted for a bit until she had to cross the street. I got her number, then remembering the advice I gave John K, I suggested we go for tea. Coincidentally she was about to cross the street to go to a tea place.
We chatted at the tea place, she was cracking up the whole time. I was timid with my touch, though, for some reason. Conversation slowed and she said she had to go. In retrospect I should have bounced her immediately when I felt conversation was slowing. We left, hugged, and she told me to call her.
Later that night I walked around Hollywood but for some reason just didn’t want to approach. Then I realized I hadn’t eaten dinner yet. I ate dinner, decided to give up on cold approaching for the night, and instead focus on socializing. I met up with Traveler, we had a great conversation.
Lessons learned: - bouncing solidifies numbers and interactions. I should have bounced sooner. - sometimes the body just needs food. Take care of your body before wondering why your mood is weird.
Texted her at 12:20, even though she was supposed to call me at noon. She tells me she’s running late. I tell her to bring nail polish and wear a cute skirt. She ignores the cute skirt thing and says ok to the nail polish.
She arrives just as a guy calls me about an apartment. I switch plans and have her go apartment hunting with me. We wind up going on an adventure date. We go to the apartment, where I show her where I will be living, which got her thinking of us having sex in the room (she wondered if my new roommate will hear us).
Earlier while she was driving me she asked how old I was. I absurdified and said I was 98, I have an aunt who works in the skin care industry and I have superior genes. She asked again, seriously, so I told her. I’m overqualifying because I’m younger, so I start looking at her like I want to fuck the shit out of her, pulling her hair, and kissing her. That seemed to relieve her self image issues.
During lunch she asked what kind of girl I looked for. I told her a subset of qualities, the ones that she matched: fun, easygoing, not condemned to shitty office jobs.
Throughout the day I led her around town, occasionally spinning her to me, heavy make out while grabbing her hair, ass, or tits, then breaking off and continuing like nothing happened.
While she was driving I tried to get my hand into her pants. She said it tickled, then put my hand where she wouldn’t be tickled: her pussy. So I fingered her through her pants the whole ride. After lunch (we had sushi) she complained about her fingers smelling like fish. I said that’s what happens when you play with yourself all night thinking of me. After the car ride, I complained about my fingers smelling like fish.
We park in front of my place. Unfortunately we ran out of time again. But she was on the rag anyway (another reason she didn’t let me put my hand down her pants). So I pulled her seat down, got on top of her, yanked her hair, choked her, bit her neck, grabbed her tits and ass, rubbed her pussy through her pants, then shook her hand and said I had fun, we should do this again, and left her hot and heavy.
Oh, i also found out she used to be a stripper. Big natural tits, nice ass. Hot southern accent. I can’t wait.
Lessons learned: - apparently my domination skills work well on girls other than art chick - this chick is a perfect example of “no response is a green light”. She’s barely shown any physical responses to me touching her, but I went from a kiss at the beginning of the date to holding hands, having my arm around her, pulling her hair, squeezing the back of her neck, feeling her tits over and under her shirt, grabbing her ass over and under her jeans, fingering her through her jeans, having her put my hand on her pussy. If I had waited for huge responses I would still be touching her arm every so often
I went out sober again, met up with Jake and a bunch of the mansion guys. I did a bunch of approaches that didn’t go anywhere, but I was warming up. Eventually saw two chicks sitting by themselves looking bored, so I just did normal conversation. I touched the hotter southern chick but she didn’t respond. Which is not a negative sign, but she also didn’t talk much. I decided they were boring and told them I was going out to smoke. The southern chick said they were going for waffles and invited me. I expressed consideration to not make it so easy, then agreed. Prior to this I had gotten logistics, and they were both driving, so I was hoping to take her home.
As we were walking to her car she asked if I was a serial killer. I said no, I’m more of a genocide kind of guy. So I got in her car. I played with her hair a little, and she said she liked it when I touched her hair. So I yanked it a little. She’s definitely into me, she just doesn’t know how to express it other than letting me touch her and yanking her hair.
We get waffles. I sit down at a booth and make room for one more. Naturally the southern chick sits next to me without even asking. She’s so easy to read at this point. I dominate the conversation, telling my life stories, finding excuses to touch her jewelry, hands, legs, hair, back, neck, etc. We leave in separate cars again.
She drives me to my place. I take her number. I ask her to come up for a drink. She says it’s late. I reach over and pull here lips onto mine. We make out a bit, I offer the drink again. She says no, it’s late. Ok, so I make plans for tomorrow instead. Let’s see what happens.
Lessons learned: - once again, no response is a green light! My instincts are getting better, though, I had the sense that since she didn’t move away when I touched her I must be doing something right. - if a girl invites you to tag along after the bar, it’s a huge green light. I actually considered maybe it was a platonic thing, because I hadn’t gotten strong responses from this chick, but then came to my senses and decided to find out. I like waffles anyway.
Went on another date with art chick. Told her to wear a skirt again, then this time told her to walk to my place from the train. We fucked, I introduced anal play. I slowly introduced my finger in her ass, then my dick. I fucked her in the ass a little but it was her first time so she couldn’t take my dick for too long. I tried to get her to blow me, but again she refused. It seems she’s just a little freaked out with the idea of putting a dick in her mouth. I felt I needed to work her way up to it, so I got her to give me a hand job instead. I acted as the hand job guru, telling her to use lube and play with my balls, etc. She learned quickly. I jizzed on her tits. She was proud.
Lessons learned: - girls enjoy having their boundaries pushed - when you reach a girl’s boundaries, work around them instead of pushing harder
I hadn’t gone out in a while, and also acquired some bad habits that have slowed down my learning. One of them is developing an alcohol dependency.
Ever since Brad told me he wasn’t opposed to drinking, I started drinking while picking up chicks. I reasoned that if I could push myself further with alcohol and develop my skill, once I got “good” I could then work on gaming without alcohol. (Perhaps I am at that point now.)
I’ve noticed that nowadays I still have anxiety even with moderate amounts of alcohol. I overcome it by drinking more, but by that time my judgment is cloudy, my reactions are slower, and my repertoire is limited. The next day my memory sucks and I feel like shit.
Two days ago I went completely sober for the first time at a bar. It took me about two hours to make my first approach. Wow, it’s gotten pretty bad. Eventually I overcame my anxiety and warmed up by talking to some guys, then girls. I managed to get the number of a porn star but my escalation wasn’t strong enough afterward and she lost interest.
Yesterday I tried out to be an assistant coach. Without alcohol my first few approaches were crap. I ejected, I couldn’t maintain my frame, I had limited repertoire. Then I started drinking and things went a little better but I can’t help but feel that my alcohol dependency caused me to be cut.
Tonight I went out sober. A guy on the street gave me a wristband for free entry to a house club. I figure this is a pretty good way to eliminate anxiety, going to a loud club.
I acclimated myself to the loud ass music. I didn’t push myself too hard, I wanted to get myself used to this kind of stimulation through exposure therapy, instead of forcing myself to do things I didn’t want to do and getting all anxious about it. I made three approaches.
So tonight was a success, overcoming my alcohol dependency (at least just feeling fine on the dance floor). Next time, more approaches!
Lessons learned: - using alcohol can become a crutch to learning. On the other hand, without using alcohol I might not have improved my game to the point it is now.
Art chick (virgin chick from previous posts) has to go to the museum. Since she is under strict parental watch, I use this opportunity to meet up with her, thinking I could bring here back after our date. How wrong I was.
We met up at her school around noon. Her friend was our ride to the museum and also running late, so we explored the area. I took her to the school museum (not our destination) because I knew it had a private bathroom. As we were waiting for the bathroom she asks me if all I want is sex. I guess that I have been very sexual with her a lot, constantly pulling her hair, biting her, spanking her, etc. so I decide to not pull her into the bathroom for a quickie.
We go to a secluded area around a fountain and sit down. I start escalating and eventually start fingering her. (The night before I told her to wear a skirt, thinking it would make a bathroom pull easier.) People are walking by and it’s very obvious she’s getting fingered from her facial expressions. 20 minutes later a security guard comes by and tells us to be careful, there are cameras everywhere and this is a community park. She gives the camera the finger.
After 2.5 hours our driver finally arrives. We go to the museum. It’s closed Wednesdays. Fuck! We decide to go to the Third Street Promenade instead. I agree, figuring art chick needed some more comfort building. The driver keeps getting lost and has trouble following street signs. Finally I take over as navigator and we arrive. I take both chicks on an adventure date, and at 5:30 we head back.
We were stuck in killer traffic for 2 hours. So much for my plan to bring art chick back and fuck her. I didn’t waste the time, though. While we were sitting in the back seat, I started fingering art chick. The stereo was pretty loud and the driver chick was pretty oblivious, though she kept turning her head to talk to us and at certain quiet parts art chick moaned pretty loud.
Earlier in the day, art chick told me “you know that was a one time deal, right? You’re going to have to earn your next one.” After giving her a deep spot orgasm in the back seat, she keeps telling me how much she wants me. I ask her, “aren’t you glad you wore a skirt?” She grins.
During traffic she asks me again if all I want is sex. I tell her no, that I enjoy hanging out with her. She apologizes and says that it’s because there have been 20 guys who asked to take here virginity and it’s obvious what they want. I tell her I’m insulted that she’s even comparing me to them. She says, yeah, you’re not like them. Then I tell her she’s already brought this up three times, and that I don’t want to answer this question anymore. She says ok. I think it was important to put my foot down and let her know I am annoyed by her behavior.
During the car ride she asked me if we can go out. I act oblivious and ask, now? She said, you know what I mean. I look at our driver and tell her we’ll talk later. Damn, she wants the talk already. I wonder how this will play out.
Lessons learned: - want a chick to fuck? Give her an orgasm. - put your foot down on unacceptable behavior.
Last night I texted the 18 year old virgin from last week, “I think I just saw your twin” She texts back and I call her. I tell her about my adventures shopping for $1,000 jackets. She talks about how she’s pissed off at her family. I’m getting bored of the conversation and she seemed distracted. I didn’t seem to have enough momentum to set up a date, so I told her I have to get going. Then she says, “wait!” and whispers, “come visit me Friday!” I keep it cool, teasing her that that’s the only time she’ll be out of the house. She then says she’s got class tomorrow too. We set up plans for lunch, then I continue teasing her some more before hanging up, to not make it seem like all I wanted to do was set up the date.
I tested how compliant she was by telling her to meet me here instead of going to her school. She texted me back, “fine”. It’s interesting how building compliance affects things. Since she puts so much effort into meeting me, she rationalizes that she must like me. Plus she gets into the habit of obeying me, reducing any resistance when I try to fuck her.
We met up and grabbed lunch at a place nearby. I debated just eating leftovers in the fridge but decided it would seem too tacky and it’s better that we go to multiple places than have her think I just want to fuck.
In the middle of eating her mom texts her to go home. She’s upset but texts her back ok. I realize I’m running out of time already so we pay and leave.
I pull her to the apartment. She whines that she has to go home, her mom will kill her, but I control the conversation, insisting that I have to go home to mail a letter and changing topic immediately.
Eventually we get back to my place. She says she’s not going to take off her boots. I tell here whatever. I turn on the music, we start kissing, I take her shirt and bra off. I tell her to take off her boots, she says no and that she thinks she might be on the rag anyway. I start undoing her laces, she says, “no, don’t take off my boots! There’s a zipper on the side!” Her horniness is winning.
Boots come off, so do her pants. She’s really on the rag, it’s kinda gross. So I avoid her pussy and graze the rest of her body with my hands, basically sending tickling sensations to her. Get her all worked up, stealthily slip on a condom, slowly get into fucking position, and put it near her pussy. She senses impending penetration, then asks me “can we not do this?” I tell her, “I’m going to keep trying, it’s your job to resist.” She says, “please…[I am so horny I can't stop you]” She’s saying this but her legs are wrapped around me instead of pushing me away.
So I go ahead. Slowly. She says it hurts so I stop but I don’t pull out, continuing to kiss her and stimulate her. Eventually her body relaxes and she starts grinding against me. I start fucking her again, slowly, while biting her and pulling her hair. She loves it.
After we’re done she tries to work out the fact that she’s no longer a virgin. I frame it as a positive experience and continue to caress her so she doesn’t feel used or something. She says some of her friends cried afterward, so I said their first experiences probably sucked, the guy probably didn’t know what they were doing. She wanted to leave but I told her to stay in bed for a few more minutes, then told here we should get going. With such a submissive girl it is so easy to automatically be dominant, I want to keep this habit with other girls as well.
To build trust and comfort I took the train with her to the bus stop. Along the way we debriefed each other. Apparently the first thing she noticed was my hair, even though it was super greasy that day, and that I was cute. She told me that there are literally 20 guys who want to take her virginity, like it’s some prize. But in the end I got it because I never asked. I imagine those other guys were like Darrel: “can I have your virginity? Can I have it? Can I?” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kTFZyl7hfBw
Lessons learned: - make your own logistics. I told her to come to me, so pulling her was easy. Especially when her mom told her to go home, it might have been impossible to drag her back to my place if we didn’t start right here. - frame control. She kept bringing up her mom but I kept her brain too busy to think about going home, which she didn’t want to do anyway. - listen to her body language, not her words
I go to a local art school, recovering from food coma and trying to game without alcohol. Two chicks eye fuck me but I don’t do anything about it. Instead I chill, check out the park, etc. I sit across from one of the chicks, and our eyes meet at least three times. Okay, now I have to approach her.
She’s sketching something on her notebook. I sit right next to her and since she’s clearly interested I calibrate down and just open situationally, “what are you drawing?” She says she doesn’t know, we chat a little about the park and the school. Her friends come by and start taking over the conversation but I just chill, befriend her friends, and wait, knowing they probably have class soon and will leave us alone. I was right.
We talk about different things. I tease her about her height, her skinniness, etc. Her body language is now fully facing me, so I mirror that. Several times she has this “kiss me” look, but I don’t kiss here in front of her school, since if her friends are around they could cock block me. Instead I first suggest we go to a coffee shop. She says “I have class, but I don’t want to go anyway.” Perfect.
After getting tea we sit down and chat. Mostly she’s spouting off lots of verbal diarrhea. I listen and when she stops talking for a second I pull her in for a kiss, then I push her back and say, “that’s all you get.” She says, “ok that’s one way to shut me up.”
I tell her I’m from out of town and ask here what’s there to do around here. She suggests a few places, so I tell her to take me to the mall nearby. I need to bounce her a few places to build familiarity. We quickly breeze through the mall but she’s uncomfortable with going to places like the Victoria’s Secret. She tells me she’s a virgin and proud of it. I tell her me too. I debate dumping this chick because I’ve heard so many bad things about virgins but I decide that since she’s so compliant and gave me so many signals, I’ll stick with her a bit.
I’m trying to figure out how to bounce her back to my place, but since I’m staying at LA Phil’s place I don’t know what’s good as an excuse to pull her there. Finally I just tell her I need to get groceries. She suggests the supermarket near the school but I tell her I’m not going to carry that stuff all the way back to Hollywood. Instead I suggest she come with me to Hollywood and get groceries with me. Of course it makes no sense to pull an extra human being to Hollywood rather than a bag of groceries but I asserted myself and she submitted to my will.
As I pull her to the train station she starts getting nervous. She’s only 18 and has never taken the train before and her mom expects her back after class, which she cut for me. She tells ne that she’s usually sure whether she is doing the right thing or the wrong thing, but in this case she doesn’t know. I absurdify and tell her it’s the wrong thing then pull her along. She finally stops me and asks me if she can trust me. I absurdify and tell her no, I’m going to chop her up into little pieces. She stops me again and asks me, seriously, can she trust me? I have a momentary flinch, stutter of course you can trust me.
I later recall this moment with LA Phil and he tells me I should reframe my own thoughts. The reason I stuttered was because I felt like she might not be safe with me, that I might fuck her. But that’s nothing that she won’t be safe with. What she was worried about was if I would kill or rape her. What I would be doing was showing her a great time, whether we have sex or just take her on an adventure. So that’s one limiting belief I need to get rid of,
She gets on the train with me, but not before texting a bunch of friends where she’s going. But she’s too horny to stop herself. We’ve already made out several times and I’ve felt her breasts and ass in public. During the train ride instead of talking and building comfort, which we have been doing the whole time prior, I massaged the small of her back and grabbed some flesh, holding her tight against me, expressing the sexual desires I had for her. She responded with moans and gripping me tightly.
We arrived at our stop. She was relieved because she had been here before. I pulled her to my place, saying we should drop off here art supplies so we don’t have to carry it to the grocery store. Like in the LA Phil interview, I gave her darts and told her to play with the magnetic dartboard while I peed.
I came out, we played a round of darts, then we started kissing, I pushed her onto the bed, took her clothes off as I took mine off, choked and spanked her a few times. She was really into the domination, the choking, the spanking, the biting, the holding of her hands so she couldn’t move.
I knew she was a virgin so instead of taking her pants off I choked her while biting her nipples (to distract her) and reached my hand into her pants, then started fingering her. She was super wet. I kept fingering her as I slowly unzipped her pants, then yanked them off. I continued fingering and eating her out as I slipped on a condom. I got on top of her, we kissed, I tried to spread her legs with mine and fuck her. But I couldn’t.
Here’s where I don’t know if I’m being a nice guy. As I was fingering and eating her out, she responds to all the stimulation like she’s in extreme pain or crying or something, so as I am about to do the same, she has this expression like she’s about to cry, then asks me, “I don’t want to do this, can we stop?” What the hell am I supposed to say?
So I stopped, I continued kissing her and playing with her tits but I started shifting gears, saying we should get groceries. We get dressed. She’s freaking out about her mom. She gets a friend to pick her up (since she doesn’t know how to get home) but he’s not going to be here for a while, so I take her grocery shopping. We do that, bring back the groceries. Along the way we get to know each other even better. She tells me she’s gone further with me than with anybody else, ever. I love pushing boundaries. She also tells me that, in case I haven’t figured it out, she’s a sadomasochist. Now I know I can be extra rough with her.
Once we get back I strip her again, I don’t know why but I guess I was bored, throw her on the bed, use the hook while choking her, get her to give me a hand job. She’s not down to blow me either. Feh. So I get on top of her, choke here as I jerk off until I come on here tits. I tell here I wanted to give her a gift. She was grateful.
Her friend arrived. I walk her to her friend’s car. She’s telling me he’s some Japanese dude who’s been trying to date her for a while. Now I just jerked off on her tits and he’s taking her home. But he seemed nice.
Lessons learned: - Pulling girls during the day is definitely possible. - Girls really love to be dominated and led.
Tonight I went out solo as usual, hit up a rocker bar. Didn’t do much but as much as I felt uncomfortable, i knew changing venues wasn’t going to do shit, so I stayed. And stayed. Eventually the thought went through my head, “girls just wanna have fun”. What the fuck? I wanna have fun too! That changed my whole attitude for the night. I had fun, teased girls, girls started getting attracted.
One hot chick was totally. Compliant, most compliant girl I’ve ever met, jumping through all my hoops. Unfortunately i didn’t win over her friends like brad taut me at my first workshop so i lost her.
Another girl was who I suspect to be a ho. She’s got high heels and everything. Somehow I lost her during the night.
I got the number of a third girl but we’ll see if things work out with her, it was a very brief pickup.
For the second night in a row, someone accused me of running shit from The Game. Feh. I wonder if I’m coming off too robotic. She later asked me for my name but after that it was over. I don’t know what to make of it.
Overall it was a good night. As empirical evidence shows, every night I go out I have fun, I do not plan on changing that.