Open Mic Night Escalation Attempt

A week after being introduced to 60 Years of Challenge I had Johnny 5'd all his books and was eager to take on the 18-30 year old attractive and thin female demographic. Everything he said resonated with me and made sense.

I accompanied my little brother to an open mic night he was doing with friends and I brought my guitar with plans to do a couple songs, too. It was a week night so it was pretty dead except for the musicians and my brother's friends. There were a couple girls with his group and only one was single or not spoken for and she had nice tits. I would have had fun just hanging with my brother and his guy friends playing music, but here was an opportunity.

I tell my brother a bit about game when I can. He's very interested, but I only tell him a little at a time. He knew I was going to be hitting on his friends that night, and with my new 'Risk it to get the Biscuit' game I was looking forward to pushing the creepy envelope to see what I could get away with. This was my second attempt at it after Andy's party, so I was also prepared to get blown out.

I met his friends and found my target. "So what's your story?" Love that line. Get's 'em flustered. (Shit. I just realized a moment I should have used it last night.) I moved closer, and went for the hands. She liked talking to me. Her guy friends are all chumps and she hadn't met anyone interesting in a long while. She was also nervous. Good. I went for her hands again. She pulled away. I pulled myself back a little. My brother and I went outside for a cigarette. I explained to him what I was doing so he would know what really went on if she later told him that I was creepy. He was cool with it and even enthusiastic because I was being so bold. (I realize now, however, that I only told him because I felt uncomfortable and needed to protect my ego by making sure my bro didn't think bad about me if I was rejected by the girl.)

Outside, a really cute girl that worked there was smoking near me and my brother so I walked up and said, "you got a light?" She said yeah, but kinda standoffish. So I said, "I actually have a light, but you seemed cool so I wanted to meet you." Boom! She opened up and we had a great conversation. Plus, I got another chance to show my brother how cool I am easy it is to talk to women. I didn't push for any kino. I probably should have, but she lived with her parents and this bar was about an hour from me,

We went back in and I pushed for an "it's on moment' with his friend. It never came. I held her hand and she looked up at her girlfriend with a 'deer in headlights' stare and said, "we have to go to the bathroom". It's funny how women are incapable of saying 'No". Like serously, dude. All she had to do was say, "I appreciate the flattery of you trying to force sexual tension with me, but I'm not really feeling it, so thanks anyway, but if you'd like me to waste your time some more I'd love to continue to chat about my goals and aspirations."

This was a blow out, but non-verbal so it's easy to brush it off. Even still, I think most guys would be devastated. I, on the other hand, had a ton of fun that night. I was challenging myself and learning some new fundamentals.

Epilogue:
Weeks later, my brother said the girl has still never mentioned anything about me being creepy. That could be either good or bad if I meet up with her again. Persistence is attractive. I'll be pushing again. She had nice tits.

Party in University City

I'm gonna cut to the chase with this post. This is only from February and I already feel like it's really old. This is continued from Philly Lair - Feb '11 MG&S.

Chill and I roll up to the party. There's a couple cute girls here. Andy introduced me as his cousin and everyone bought it. I was talking to one girl who seemed really glad to talk to me. Then over her shoulder I see a really cute asian girl trying to get noticed. I told the first girl not to be rude and introduce me to her friend. I shook her hand, and using a tip that Garv taught me, I didn't let go of her hand. She didn't let go either. I was a little shocked at how quickly physical escalation was from here. We went to get drinks and then were dancing and making out.

Everything I'm doing now hinges on this. It's straight up 60yrs of Challenge game and I'm never going back. Quick physical escalation.

Ok, but it was the first time I used it and I fucked up. And hopefully someone can benefit from what I've learned.

She was DTF. Her buying temp was through the roof, we had an 'it's on' moment, sexual tension, whatever you want to call it. Sex was in the air. She wanted it and I wanted to give it to her. She lived down the street, so it would make sense to take her back to her place, right? NO. It was a party. Her friend said to 'Chill' later, "Why didn't Pulsotic take her upstairs and fuck her in the bathroom?" Yeah, her friend said that. So I missed out on banging this fucking cute ass chick because it didn't occur to me. Stupid. I know a lot of people would say 'Duh' right about now, but the escalation was so quick that I wasn't ready for it.

After further analysis, I've come to the conclusion that my subconcious sabotaged me as well. For a while I've carried this limiting belief that pick-up should be 'difficult'. It's not. I thought that it should be a challenge and that if it was too easy it wasn't worth it. Bullshit. That belief made me fuck up this seduction because I didn't think it should be that easy.

"Easy come, easy go", we're taught. "Difficult to come by; must be valuable." Not necessarily.

Here's the thing with our value systems. They're vulnerable to subjective bias. The girl was at least a 7 in my book and the sex would have been fun as hell. When she liked me immediately I pulled back a little and was looking for other girls. Maybe this points to personal self-esteem issues or inner game problems. I don't know, I'll delve into it later. Either way, my point is that value is not constant. It fluctuates. I think 60 Years touches on this, too (maybe that's how I noticed). It's important to be conscious of your fluctuating desire/motivation scale and be able to step back, give yourself perspective, and make more logical decisions.

At the end of the party, I'm making out with her outside and when I move to take her home Andy's girl cockblocks me and drags her back to her place. Fear of Loss / loss aversion kicks in and now her value to me inflates. I go for a number close and fail.

The takeaways from this are
1. The game is changing (It's all about 60 Years of Challenge).
2. Be mindful of limiting beliefs and fluctuating values.
3. You don't have to wait to the end of the night to fuck her.

Break Time is Over

So it seems like I've been off the grid for a while. I have.
Fuckers turned off my internet at work. So what if I was abusing it.
Someone has to...

Anyway, a ton of shit's happened and I have to get my thoughts down a lot sooner 'cuz I've already forgotten a lot of stuff that I wanted to put up here. And these posts are going to take some time.

1.Psychological and physiological differences between betas and alphas.
2.Party at 'Andy's' place the same night as the February MG&S.
3.Review of 60 Years of Challenge materials. Spoiler alert: it's excellent.
4.Tried out 60 Years of Challenge style at an open mic with my brother.
5.Gaming with Raz and my brother using 60yrs style.
6.March MG&S and sidewalk pickup, then accidentally deleted her number.
7.Flo Rida show and 'Strawberry' night 3.
8.'Strawberry' night 4 (final meetup).
9.Gaming with 'Tall' wing and text game.
10.LONG Texts and Sexting with 'Strawberry'

'Strawberry' Second Lay Report

I am exhausted. I need to work out. Seriously. Cardio and weights. I used to work out all the time but stopped for some reason. I blame XBOX.

An hour and a half of fucking last night and I feel like shit today. My quads and hip muscles are burnt. My triceps are burnt. My shoulders are burnt.

My head feels good though. Ain't that a thing. How can you simultaneously feel good and feel like shit at the same time?

(Raz just called me a pussy 'cuz he can fuck a chick for 4 hours.)

Lay Report:
I met 'Strawberry' at her house at 6pm last night. She opened the door wearing an outfit very similar to the picture I sent her. Where was her ASD from last time? Maybe it only happens at 'first-time-sex'. Who cares. I had a nympho that needed banging. But first I had to pee.

We started at the couch. A couple positions. I picked her up and stood with her stradling me. She liked that the best. No wonder my quads are burnt. Then we went to the bed. After a while I finally came. Then we went back to the couch for a cigarette. She put on my shirt and sprawled out on the couch with me sitting next to her. A few minutes break then we fucked again. Completely rearanged the furniture and carpets this time. Pretty much every position. It was better and longer the second time. Somehow we ended up on the bed again. After the second time I knew it would take me an hour to recoup so we lay together for a while and talked while I caressed her body. She felt good. I started rubbing her again and fingered her until she came.

There's nothing more sexy than a woman writhing in ecstasy.

She always had her eyes closed. I made fun of her for it. I mimicked her voice, closed my eyes, and said, "He's Bradley Cooper. He's Bradley Cooper." I guess her having her eyes closed could be a good thing. It means she's enjoying herself. It's a huge turn on for me to lock eyes when having sex, though. And I told her a couple times to look at me when she was really getting into it.

I know I said this before, but she sucked a mean dick. I fucking love it when a chick sucks my dick during sex and I go back and forth between her pussy and her mouth. There really isn't anything better in this world. I'm fucking telling you. Thank god for the orgasm, ending the sex act, otherwise I would die of starvation while this chick fucked and sucked me.

So anyway, there's nothing to be learned from this post. I'm just bragging.

'Strawberry' Text Game for Meetup Tonight

Some of this is boring, but notice how much I text vs her.
Also my frame.

HER: So when do I get to see you again?

ME: Sunday

HER: If you grew your hair out and slicked it back you'd look more like Bradley Cooper.

ME: What if Hilary Duff and Bradley Cooper are secret lovers...
(she looks like Hilary Duff)

HER: Maybe they are. Sundays really aren't that good for me though. I cancelled babysitting this past Monday but I can't be doing that every Monday. Isn't there any other day?

ME: Any other day is tough. If we can control ourselves, just kick me out at a decent time and get some sleep.

HER: I can't do this Sunday anyway, sorry.
HER: Hmmm. I'm curious. And be honest with me. Are you just looking to hook up or what?

ME: Too soon to know

HER: Haha alright sketchball. Well like I said Sundays aren't the best so if we could maybe work in a Friday or Saturday here and there that'd be great. I have to go home this weekend. So no Sunday.

ME: Tomorrow night

HER: I'm going home tomorrow. And won't be back till Sunday night. It'll have to be next week. Next Thursday's good unless you wanna do earlier.

HER: I want you sooner though. I can definitely do the just sex thing. And I can do it well. I just wanted to know ;)

ME: Tonight

HER: Can't. I'm sorry. Gotta give me a little more notice than that. Ok maybe Sunday.

HER: I thought you said any other night was kinda tough you little liar. Tryna call all the shots?

(next day)
ME: Don't worry 'bout this Sunday. I got some late work days next week. What time is your first class on Tues?

--- already made plans to hang with Pool Girl on Sunday night.
--- See Pool Girl Fiasco

HER: 12:30 so Monday would work.

ME: And tuesday?

HER: Oh I thought you wanted to come Monday night. Tues I have class 12:30-5:30 and then babysit Wed morning. When would you come?

ME: Tuesday morning. Before your class. Do you have to babysit?

HER: No. What time?

ME: I can get there by 9:30

HER: Hm. I guess that works yeah.

ME: You go out for St. Pats?

HER: I couldn't. A friend from home passed away so 'Tan' and I drove home yesterday.
HER: What'd you do?

ME: I'm sorry for your loss. I hope you're doing ok. I'll call you later.
(This was genuine. I called later, no answer. Left message.)

HER: Thanks. Sorry I missed your call. Things were kind of crazy this weekend. I don't think I'm gonna be able to do Tuesday. Maybe Wed or Thurs night?

ME: If Tues morning doesn't work, have to wait 'til Sunday. Is Tues definitely out?

HER: Yeah I'm pretty sure. I'm leaving for spring break Friday so sunday's no good.

ME: I'll see what I can do for wed/thurs. I'll let you know tomorrow.

HER: K. Not a big deal if not.

(Yeah it is a big deal, cuz I don't want to wait two weeks to fuck her)

(At Pool Girl's house right after she said she was a 'virgin'.)
ME: I'm still at band practice. Can you hang tonight or should I go back up?

HER: I can't

ME: No big. Have a good night. Txt u tomorrow.

ME: Wed or thurs night?

HER: Yeah. Either one works.

HER: I'm taking a picture of your naked body when you come over. So I can look at it whenever I want. Just thought you should know.
HER: I'm also going to lick your body when you come over. Mmm.

ME: Wednesday. What's the earliest we can meet; when do you get home from class? ...and how sexy will you be dressed?

HER: I'm done with class at 5:30. Come at like 6:30. How do you want me dressed?

(have to admit, I wasn't expecting that. I consulted Raz and he said to send her a pic of what I want)

ME: Like this
(sent her the picture at the top of this post)

HER: Haha. Ohh now I see your type. I'll see what I can do. I happen to have a corset.

HER: So you're gonna have to go a little easier on me than you'd probably like today. I pulled a muscle in my neck and it kills. I'm not sure I should even be having sex haha.

(called her. left message. said if she's not feeling well can do thurs)

HER: I'm in class.

ME: Figured.
ME: If you're not feeling good, I can do tomorrow instead.

HER: You're sweet. I'll let you know a little later. I'm gonna try to get a chiropractor appt. I want you to come today though.

HER: I made an appt. For 4:30 so I'll text you a little later.

HER: Ugh this sucks. Maybe you should just come tomorrow so I'm all better for you ;)

ME: If you can talk now, call me

She called. We talked a bit and cancelled for that night. She said having sex wasn't a good idea because she's not feeling good. I said, "Who said I wanted to have sex. I was planning on cuddling with you all night." She didn't get the joke at first (she did later) and she said, "I didn't think that's what this was." I said, "I don't know what this is. I'm just winging it." She basically just wants sex. That's fine, but I have to admit that it is a blow to my ego. Being very sexual puts you in a different place in women's lives, I guess. I'm not part of her agenda, so she's not emotionally attached. I'll still plan on reaping the benefits, though.

(wednesday night)

HER: Yeah it's good you didn't come today. It feels worse now that it's been adjusted. I'm gonna cuddle the shit out of you tomorrow.

HER: Ok I'm not going this long without having sex with you again. I want you nooow.

HER: You're the worst texter. I can't even get a fun response out of you.

(thursday morning)
ME: Haha thanks. I wasn't even awake. I'm gonna spank you so hard for that.
(I'm not that good at sexual texting yet. Right now I don't know what I can get away with and what will blow me out. That's why I didn't respond to her. Best response when you're not sure is *no response*.)

HER: I apologize :) I was high.

(4pm thursday)
ME: Still good for 6?

HER: Yup

I'm meeting her in 1 hour.

Pool Girl Fiasco

Second meetup with Pool Girl. Conclusion from Partying in DE 3


Text Game Lead Up:
ME: I had fun. Next time we should finish our drinks ;) I'll talk to you soon, cutie.

(4 days later)
HER: i had fun, when's next time

ME: Wow. You just got the record for delayed responding.

(1 minute later)
HER: you never told me your talent, remember that? lol

(4 hours later)
ME: That's better ;)

HER: Look who's tryna win the delayed response award now

ME: I am soooo gonna spank you for that when I see you.
(keep text convo sexual so she knows I don't just want to be friends)

HER: You're a mess lol

HER: Yes i'm tryna win at delayed responses

ME: Hey cutie, you have a good weekend?

HER: it was alright, you?

ME: Earth shattering weekend.

HER: Do you always text extra late? Like I know you're gettin old but geez, memory loss at an early age

(she called at 12am, left no message)

ME: Woke me up 'n no message? :(

HER: Aww I'm sorry! I'm too cool to leave messages.. y r u asleep

ME: Call me

HER: I'm at work, call ya tonight?

HER: I'm at work then meeting til late like 10:30 ish

ME: I'll be asleep.

(she called and left message right after my text. She was very nervous)
HER: I hate leaving messages btw...

ME: Your message was so cute ;)

HER: U shoulda came over 2niiiiite! I duno when my roomie comin back =/

ME: U shoulda inviiiiited me

HER: Lol touche. Are you at work?

ME: Sorta. Construction on my bros place on weekends.

HER: Ok what time-ish r u callin me tomorrow

(2 days later)
ME: Hey cutie, how's your sunday goin?

HER: Studyin, got a crazy 2 weeks ahead of me =/ is this your one day off lol

ME: Hey cutie, you gonnna be around on sunday? I owe you a spanking ;)

HER: always time =) what time tho, i got a dinner 2 go 2

ME: after 9

HER: Can't wait!

ME: You gonna have ice this time?

HER: Yes! Lol

ME: Is your roomate gonna get jealous if we're having too much fun? ;)

HER: Door locks, well jus keep it down haha

ME: Hey cutie, how sexy will you be dressed on Sunday?

HER: Itll all b a surprise =)

(I kept the sexual vibe going to let her know that I intended on having sex with her when I saw her. Her response was not so good because she didn't know how to respond.)

ME: Mmmmm

ME: 9:15 good?

HER: Yeah that's cool

Fiasco Report:
Met her at her dorm. She made margaritas again. Much better this time. We talk for a bit and then start making out. Her shirt and bra were off in record time. Everything is going smoothly. Then she gets up and gets chocolate syrup. WTF? We haven't even had normal sex and she's going for syrup. Call me a neat freak, but I wasn't too keen on getting that shit on my clothes. So she pours some on her tits and I licked it off while rubbing her through her pants.

Then she stops me and says, "I have a confession..." Oh. Fuck. Is it STD, is she a post-op? What could it be?

"I'm a virgin." Oh thank god. That just means sex is going to be difficult, not dangerous.

She told me she wanted me to know because some guys don't want to have sex with virgins. I said, "I only have a problem with it if you have a problem with it."

But after that it was done. I'm thinking that she probably wanted to talk it out a bit. I didn't want to. She said her stomach was bothering her and then she said it was her time of the month. Whatever. Now I'm thinking it was all lies. Who knows. Either way, this was her second and last chance.


After Action Review:
Did I make any mistakes? Not sure. If anyone sees any, please let me know. I'm thinking the 'Virgin' thing was a test I failed. Don't know. Maybe she really was a virgin and it was a hangup she couldn't get past. I'm not waiting for her.

I'm learning to laugh at a lot of the stuff women do. It doesn't make me mad or pissed or upset in any way. It is what it is, but it does annoy me sometimes.

What really annoyed me with Pool Girl is that we were making out for a while and she NEVER went for my dick. If she had given me a hand job or blow job, I might have seen her again. I might have even put up with her not having sex.

Let this be a lesson to any women reading this. If you want to keep a man, especially one who has options, touch his dick.

Short Text Game and FR and LR - 'Strawberry'

From Partying in DE - Text game for HBStrawberry


Text Game Lead Up:

ME: I want to see you. Can you do your work early and come out with me at 9? I'm stuck until then.

HER: Yeah I can do that, I just have to work in the morning so it can't be super late

ME: No prob. I'll have you back by morning ;)

HER: Haha waay before then

HER: Hey, I'm sorry but I had to go home to jersey for a last minute family thing. We're gonna have to hang out another time. And don't think I'm cancelling because I don't want to see you. I do.

ME: Cool, then it's mutual ;) I'm available this sunday again. You?

HER: I believe so. After 9? I can let you know later in the week but I don't think it's a problem.

ME: Yeah, after 9 again.

HER: Hey are you in philly tonight?

ME: Yeah, meeting some friends in Old City. What are you up to?

HER: Great! I'm in Philly wanna meet up?

ME: I like that plan. Where are you gonna be?

HER: I don't know the city too well so idk what you mean by old city but I'm on the UPEN campus right now about to go to happy hour somewhere.

ME: You're in University City. 30 blocks away. What brings you up here? (want to know logistics for sex the same night)

HER: Oh :( can we still meet? My roomie and I just decided to come hang out here for the night. We're driving back later.

ME: Maybe. I gotta see what my friends are doing. I haven't seen them in a month. Think you could find market and 3rd?
(can't be too easy, I got other things in my life, and gauging her interest level by finding out if she'll drive to meet me)

HER: Boy I can find anything. I got an iphone lol. Yeah I'm near market and 34th now. Is that where you're gonna be?

HER: And what time are you going?

ME: Near there. About 10.

HER: Oh well we're not staying too late, we weren't planning on really going out tonight, just happy hour and hanging out for a bit. Would you be able to meet us up here before you go out?

ME: Maybe 9ish. What bar?

HER: Well right now we're at *bar* but might go somewhere else. I mean I know you have plans so I understand, I just thought it'd be fun if we could meet up.

(hour later)
HER: We're leaving soon. What do you want to do?

ME: Can't get there 'til 9. How's sunday look for you?
(Says I'm not worried about not seeing her that night.)

HER: Haha. You and 9, why are you always busy till 9? I think I can do Sunday. What do you want to do?

(called and made plans with her to meet up in University City)

HER: Dxxxx on xx and Chestnut. Getchyo ass there.

----
Drove and parked, walked in and got a drink.


Field Report:
I sat down with them, leaned back, and splayed out like it was a couch. Strawberry's friend is cute and tan with black hair. I already started thinking about how I'd like to bang her, too. 'Tan' immediately started grilling me. Asking what I do, who I am. This ain't my first rodeo. I passed her tests with flying colors and she ended up giving me crazy IOI's.

I forget what I said to the shit tests. It's getting so I don't think about any of this stuff anymore. I'm winging it now, but only because (I realize this only as I type this) I've internalized the frame. And frankly, I don't care. If they don't like me, then I'll find someone that does. And that, my friends, is the best attitude to pass any shit test. It's all about abundance. It's quite obvious in my texts, as well, that I'm not putting any extra importance on the interactions.

The shit tests weren't anything spectacular, actually. Just enough to screen for a douche. And guess what... I'm not.

It took barely a whisper of a suggestion to join me in Old City and they were following me like I was Justin Bieber's Twitter account. She was worried that the garage her car was in closed at Midnight. I told her that was stupid and not to worry about it.

We went to a drug store around the corner (I needed Red Bull and cigarettes). I don't care if I smoke and she doesn't. I will smoke around her anyway. Unapologetically.

With a frown she said, "Oh, you smoke."

I said, "Yeah" in a tone that said, "So what?" and "Of course" at the same time.

We took my car to Old City. 'Tan' assumed she could smoke in my car.
Fuck No. There's nothing worse than cigarette burns in leather seats.

I played Flo Rida. They insisted on playing 'Bottom's Up' and rapping to Nicki Minaj which I interpreted as them qualifying themselves to me. Additionally, they kept asking me what kind of music my band plays. Just for fun, I dodged the question over and over.

In Old City I got a sweet parking spot that cost $51 dollars, but at least I didn't have to walk far. We got to the P&S Bar and got a table upstairs. 'Chill' came in later and joined us. Tonight is the March Philly Lair Meet 'n Greet. There were 10 more guys from the group downstairs.

I was the only one who brought sand to the beach. And yet, 'Chill' and I were the only ones talking to girls, but it was still early and there weren't many girls there yet anyway.

I was acting chill and Strawberry was eating it up. I held her hand and did quick makeouts with her while 'Chill' was gaming 'Tan'. I told 'Tan' that she had a nice ass. The girls asked if I was a boob man or an ass man. I said, "Depends on what's in my face at the time." This is just more of the 'I don't care' attitude coming through. I just said whatever I wanted. I got a look from 'Chill' that I thought meant, "I can't believe you said that." I don't know his tells yet so it could have meant, "You have a bat in the cave."

'Chill' was using the 60yrs method with 'Tan'. I knew because of the way he was touching her hands. This method is not for the weak willed, folks. It's the gaming equivalent of 'Going Hard or Going Home'. It will either get you laid or get you labeled... 'creepy'. If not 'creepy' then the woman will make something else up. In this case before the girls left for the night, I found out that 'Tan' decided that 'Chill' was wasted. He wasn't. It was a rationalization.

'Chill' and I got smokes outside and I introduced Strawberry to a couple Group Guys. Most were cool, but one guy (there's always one) thought it would be a great idea to game her. He held her hand and kissed her cheek. I wasn't worried. His technique was off and he seemed embarrassed afterward as he ducked away.

After hanging for an hour, 'Tan' convinced 'Strawberry' to leave and the girls flagged a taxi. I kissed Strawberry goodbye and broke the kiss first. She said, "One more?" I said, "Just one." And I kissed her quick then smacked her ass as she got in the taxi. I hugged 'Tan' goodbye and they were off.

I hung out with the Philly Lair guys the rest of the night and met some cool people. I may post about it later.


After Action Review:
Logistics for an SNL were off. I wanted them to be. I met up with Strawberry and Tan to seed for a Sunday night meetup and I wanted to sarge with the Group Guys that night. I invited 'Chill' because I think he's a cool dude, I wanted to throw him a bone, and I wanted someone to take care of the obstacle ('Tan'). As I said, logistics were off, she lives an hour from 'Chill', and I just found out that 'Chill' doesn't have a car. So basically I wasted his time. Sorry, dude, but thank you for winging me.


Texting Epilogue for Friday and Lead up to Sunday LR:
(Same night, Friday - after we hung out)

HER: So.. What kind of music do you play?

ME: Haha. Sunday.

HER: Fine. But the garage did close at midnight!

(next morning - Saturday)

HER: How's *your project* in this beautiful weather going?

ME: Ok. Sorta. It's complicated.
(thank you, Roissy)

HER: Oh haha I'm sorry. I thought you liked it.

(Saturday Night)

HER: 12:24am - Hi I'm wasted. I want you.
HER: 1:30am - I'm really Fu cked. Up. I cAnt wait go hook up you.

(next day, Sunday)

HER: 1:09pm - Oh good. Glad I kept it classy and attractive last night. Sorry about those texts.

ME: Ur so cute ;)
(I ignored her sexual texts. They could have been tests or sent by her friends. I'm not looking for a sexting relationship. I want real sex. The 'cute' line is to say that her wanting me is not a big deal to me, implying that I'm used to it.)

HER: Haha I don't see how that's in any way cute but I'm glad you think so. Call me later about tonight.

(called and left message about hanging out)

ME: You around tonight?

HER: Yeah Sorry I missed your call, I just got out of the shower. What's up?

ME: I'll be done around 9 again. Meet you at your place?

HER: Yeah that works. Do you have a gps or do you want me to find directions?

ME: no gps
(I know this part is boring, the only reason I put it here is to show how little I text back)

HER: *gave directions*

HER: I don't have any liquor. Do you want me to run and get some real fast?

ME: Yeah, I'll be 10 min

HER: Ah. It'll take me longer than that. Do you want me to wait and we can go together?

ME: wait
(once again, less is more. the less you text, the better)


Lay Report:
Drove to her place, picked her up outside, and drove to the liquor store. Bottle of Mango Absolute and a pack of Marlboro Lights.

I hadn't touched her, not even a hug or hand holding. I wanted to wait until it was 'on' because I knew she'd be anticipating it more.

Back at her place we smoked a bowl. She didn't have mixers for the drinks and needed to borrow club soda from her neighbor. She told her neighbor that I look like Bradley Cooper and she wanted to show off her to meet me. She was cute. I was high.

We left with the club soda and crossed the very small hall to her apartment and she made us drinks. I took a sip and as she tried to walk by I grabbed her and pulled her toward me. My 'no touch' tactic worked. She was all over me. I was all over her. My hands found their way into her pants from behind and she stopped me, "Not so fast."

I brought her to the couch and we made out. She was wearing skin tight, spandex like, black pants (I don't know what the fuck they're called) and I could feel her getting wet through them.

I went for her panties again and she stopped me, "We're not going to have sex, you know."
I said, "Look, we're both adults, we'll do whatever we're comfortable with."
She squinted and smiled, a look that said, "Mmmmm, I like that response."

She kept up a pretense of ASD: "I can't believe you're taking advantage of me like this. I'm not a slut."

We hung out a bit more and I was persistent. A few minutes later we were both naked on her couch. I said, "Where's your bed?" and we went to her room. She got a text message while we were having sex. It was her neighbor, "I knew you would." Apparently the walls are thin.

Afterward we lay on the couch. I put my boxers and jeans on, she was naked but with a button-up shirt. I kept carressing her and she was writhing. I told her to touch herself. She said, "Oh, do you like that?" and she began moaning and rubbing herself. After a minute or two of watching her, I helped her out with the 'corkscrew'. She told me she came 4 times that night. I said, "Take my pants off." She did and gave me an amazing blowjob. I told her she's really good at it. "Yeah, I pride myself on them," she said.

We chilled out and I fell asleep. I woke up an hour later a bit more sober and I left her place at 1:20am

HER: (2:06am, Sunday, same night) Idk if I can wait another week for that.

(next day, Monday)

HER: Text me when you can so I know you're alive and made it back ok

ME: You look damn sexy in just a button up shirt.

HER: Stop it. I'm already horny just thinking about you.
HER: AND I'm in class.

After Action Review:
I have to say, this took a lot of gaming to come to fruition. The girl is 11 years younger than me. She's a bit heavier than my ideal, but god damn is she sexy. I had the feeling the entire time that I was one misstep away from leaving her place unsatisfied. Don't get me wrong. At no point did I feel like I would fuck up. It felt like I could see all the previous iterations of myself failing at different points and the new 'Me' was above it all, able to foresee all her games and countering them in ways that could only lead to her wanting me.

My game has been taken to a new level.