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FR: Lair XMas Party

Since September, I haven’t gone out much. Maybe half a dozen times. Fatigue, work—just didn’t feel like it most of the time, so I’m quite rusty and need to get back in the game. The night of the party, I figure I might as well not sleep at all since I’ve flown out at 6:30 the following morning. So I put my dad up at my place and meet the gang at about 10:30.

I’m evidently late, as guys are scattered around, food and beer leftovers on the table. One brother with a chick on his arm greets me:

HERCULES!

The girl is visibly amused by the name. Then the rest of the pack greets me the same way.

Since I’m late, I’m not sure about the social dynamic going around, so I sit back and take it easy. After a while, I get seriously bored and want to migrate. I tell the guys I’m going out to get some street action and a feel for the crowd. Some of the boys try to extract girls, and I suggest they take off to the lounge next door, a great place for kino and rapport/seduction building.

I take the others to a club. Very lightly populated. Once inside, I head straight for a bar at the back and start socializing with the barmaids. When a place is dead like that, they are generally very receptive (they’re bored crazy) and provide a great warm-up while building social value with neighboring chicks (who see you aren’t intimidated by big boobs and tight dresses.)

There is this 7-rated 2-set standing next to me, both a little chunky but upbeat. I see my fellow bros grouped together and I have a bro next to me, so I talk about getting some drinks. I order tequila shots, following the barmaid’s recommendation. The 2-set is still there: proximity IOI. I open with the first thing that comes to mind (which is not always the best idea, especially when you’re rusty): “Hey, I wanna ask you something. Which of my friends do you think is better looking?

Amusingly enough, they point to a different group, who look more in party mode. Nevertheless, the girls are very responsive, and some good banter, C&F, and Push-Pull ensue. For instance, they throw a line back at me and I look scandalized, stick my ass out, and tell then I’ve spanked for a lot less, which cracks them up. I put my hand up to signal a spank is coming. Their eyes open wide in anticipation, and then I start spanking
.myself! I brag about how good my ass looks, and how hard it is, which provokes general hysteria.

The girls tell me they’re best friends. They brag about doing things together, like going to the Canadiens because one of their dads has season tickets. I reply with, “Great, I’m gonna marry YOU!” But before I even finish my sentence, they cut me off, screaming, “Nooooo, we’ll marry each other!” So I follow with DYD’s classic, “Then I’ll divorce you and get half your tickets,” generating more hysteria.

I entertain them both for a while, but, rusty as I am, I eventually start running low on inspiration. They pull out their cells, so I pull out mine to create some distance. I sense they are on a party rush. I’m having fun, but I’m not really attracted to either one. I think about elevating the game to a more sexual level, but I hesitate because I feel it’s still too early. The chicks aren’t ready yet, plus I don’t have a wing with me to separate them.

Then a couple of my bros show up and take the entertainment relay, getting both chicks going, but with no real game plan. I move around the club for a while, and later, see the 2-set being worked by these 2 guys from the other group I mentioned earlier. I was pretty sure the girls wouldn’t respond well, and sure enough, 10 minutes later, I see them moving around the club by themselves.

A little later, I see the same guys working the 2-set again. I keep an eye on them for educational purposes, but after 2 minutes I lose track of them. Maybe 10 minutes later, I see one of the girls alone with some goof. I break them up and she tells me she lost her friend. Another 5 minutes pass, and I see the other girl isolated by the same guy that was working her before until the bouncer removes them from the reserved seating.

Anyway, I’m getting bored and sense it’s time to move. I corral the gang and suggest we go to another club.

By now it’s about 1:30. When we arrive at the next club, the gang ends up in the back while I’m stuck near the entrance. I have $1.76 in cash left on me and I go to the bar to suck some barmaid’s pity, which fails miserably (Biatch!)

I return to my spot and see 2 babes floundering. Perfect targets! I open the blond one with, “Hey, how far do you think I can go in here with a buck and a half?” We talk about stuff. She brags about having skied for 25 years, since the age of 3, and how she beat some famous skier in competition. I return the favor by saying that if I didn’t kick her ass at skiing, I would leave her behind in go-kart racing.

More banter and teasing. She asks me about my age, I tell her to guess. 32? No, higher. “But I’m not good at this!” she says. Then she asks me to guess her age. 28—duh!

Turns out she goes skiing with her ex from a 9-year relationship. I offer to take her on a challenge and go skiing with her. I # close her and continue the conversation.

I eventually start running out of inspiration again, and I turn away slightly to gather my thoughts. Out of nowhere, another bro walks in on my set and starts talking to the girl, and I sense she’s not really receptive. (What’s with guys barging in on my sets, anyway?) I move in between them with, “Is this guy annoying you?” and the interaction resumes. We chit-chat for a few minutes, I engage in some light kino, and then ask her:

“So, how good a kisser are you?”

She can’t really answer, other than by saying that she’s good.

“On a scale of 1 to 10? Let’s find out.”

I move in slowly, and she is definitely receptive.

Me: “Not bad. I’d give it at least an 8.”

Her: “What?!? I’m better than an 8!!”

More kissing.

“Yeah, you’re not bad at all.

She seems reassured. More kissing & kino.

Me: “We’re not going to have sex tonight, that’s for sure.”

I don’t know where this came from, but I’m sure glad I started this frame. I think it’s FINALLY the integration and internalization of the material. I actually managed to think about it, on time, in the heat of the action—a first for me! She has this look on her face that I haven’t seen before. A mixture of satisfaction and uncertainty. Did I mean it? Why would I talk about sex? Why would I say that?

Me: “Because I’m flying out to Florida in 3 hours, and my dad is sleeping in my bed.”

More kissing, and now she’s really going at it. I interrupt, saying, “I’m not kidding, I’m actually flying out soon.” And I can see the look of disappointment on her face. Shit, her reaction hits me like a ton of bricks. I’ve realized there is a way to fuck chicks you make out within a club—by being non-linear!

I see her friend looking at us and I decide it’s time to move on, so I kiss her goodbye and close the interaction. As I leave her, my group shows up, pulls me away and we move to get our coats.

A good night, overall.

Crazy Because It Always Works

Sometimes breaking down resistance is just a matter of keeping at it.

So I initially met this girl at a dinner organized by a variety of law firms. She’s really cute. Typical blonde, blue-eyed, petite, nice ass, nice titties. That evening, I was just socializing with people and she knew one of the people I was talking to, so she came to join them. We were all holding a glass of wine so I introduced myself to her.

I remember feeling particularly horny that night, and I was looking deep into her eyes, holding eye contact (side note: after I slept with her, she told me she knew I wanted her from the moment I looked at her. Problem with hot bitches: they’re too confident. So I told her teasingly “The real reason I was looking at you so intensely was because of how ugly were lol. I didn’t know how ugly girls could be”. Of course, said teasingly while hugging her, otherwise, it’s just going to hurt her).

Anyway, I began speaking to her about her interests, and where she sees herself in 5 years. Always ask open-ended questions so that she doesn’t give you the typical boring responses.

I asked her name and told her maybe we could continue the conversation later on, because I enjoyed speaking to her. She said “yeah, maybe.” That meant not enough comfort / attraction. So I added her on Facebook and sent her a little message 2-3 weeks later. I asked her if she’d like to do lunch sometime or something. She responds a week later with “Sorry, I really can’t, I have a boyfriend. But maybe I’ll see you around.” So I dropped it.

I recently saw her at this public event. She was in line to get some food. I approach her and act very friendly as if nothing ever happened. I start telling her about what I’ve been doing lately (salsa, rafting with my buddies, renovating my whole place, modifying my car’s grille, etc.). Basically, I make her feel as though my life is fucking great. I ask about her life and she gives the typical answers like “Things are good, whatever.”

Anyway, at some point she starts asking me questions about myself. That’s usually a pretty good sign that it’s on. When a girl asks you what you’re doing here, where you live, etc. Anyway, I feel useless waiting with her in line so I ask her what she’s doing in line at a Subway restaurant, and she says she’s really hungry. I’m like, “Why are you getting Subway ? There’s so much better shit around here. You sure you don’t want to try something new ? There’s a place I know around here that’s way better than Subway. Come on, be open-minded and try something new.”

I take her to a supermarket and tell her to pick something there. She’s like “This is the special place you know ?”. In a very naïve voice, I respond “Oh, you know this place ?” Anyway, she’s kinda angry but laughing about it. I tell her “Look, there’s more choice here and we can get some dark chocolate for dessert. You like dark ?” She says she loves it. Insta-date.

We leave and we go eat somewhere on a public table. I felt she still wasn’t super comfortable with me. And that day, I didn’t particularly feel amazing, so I decided to entertain her with some funny positive stuff because nothing was coming to mind in the moment. I show her some weird application on the iPhone. Like the application with the really acute sound only people less than 25 years of age can hear. I have a whole bunch of little gimmicks I use when I’m either in a bad state or simply when I want to kill time.

At some point in the conversation, I felt I no longer had to try to re-initiate and I felt she got a lot more comfortable than the way she was when I met her at the line-up. As I was playing with my phone, I asked her if she has a cellphone. She said yes. I asked to see it and made fun of it because it’s one of those old school phones with an antenna that sticks out lol. She told me she lives a bit far away, so I ask her if she has a local number or if it’s going to cost me $4.25 a minute to call her. She says “No, it’s local !”

I take down her number and give her mine. We keep talking a bit and have some dark chocolate together. Then, I tell her I have to get going soon and I asked her what she’s doing today. This was around 2:00 p.m. She said she has to go home and prepare dinner because she has girlfriends coming over during the evening. I say, “Yeah I know but, dinner’s like at 7:00 pm, it’s only 2:00 pm.” Then I don’t let her respond, I simply add “Hey listen, I feel really comfortable around you and I know we’re both having a really good time. Let’s chill for another half hour, there’s somewhere really cool I want to go to, and I really want to show you this secret place. It’s really peaceful and natural.”

She agrees and says “Ok, but only for 30 minutes.” I’m like, “It’s probably going to be less than that anyway. You can leave whenever you want, I just want you to have fun !” Anyway, we take her car (didn’t have mine that day), and head to this place. It’s a really cool place near the river. We walk along the shore and sit on one of the big rocks. We keep talking and I tell her I really enjoy coming to this place because it’s close to the city but at the same time, it feels so far away from all the noise. We just listen to the sound of the water.

Note: The whole time, from the beginning of the interaction to this point, I have done a lot of casualkino. Touching the shoulder. Helping her get out of the car. Holding her hand when we were walking on the rocks as to prevent her from falling. This is why it’s good to do a crazy activity because you can play your dominant heroic role as a man and “help” her and “save” her from the danger. You have to make her feel the adventure.

Anyway, I tell her I feel comfortable with her and that when I woke up this morning, the last thing I was thinking about was seeing her again, having some great conversation, and coming to sit by the shore to listen to the water, the leaves, and the wind. She says she wasn’t expecting this either, it is really unusual and spontaneous. I tell her “the best moments in my life have always been the ones that happened by surprise, spontaneously.” She says “me too”. I think of what a friend of mine used to say: “If it’s meant to be, it’s up to me !”

I tell her we should leave and start thinking of how I could get her at my place. Now, here’s the thing. I really didn’t need to take her back to my place. If I had to re-do the whole thing, I would have saved all the trouble and simply let her go and get in touch with her later. She would have been mine, guaranteed. But I like to challenge myself. So I thought to myself “How could I possibly get her back to my place ?”

There were 2 things I needed to do. First was to get her in front of my apartment building, second was to get her upstairs. The first was simple; I simply asked her if she didn’t mind giving me a ride. But for the second, I needed to find an excuse to get her upstairs. Obviously, when I bring the girl back to her own doorstep, it’s pretty simple to go in. You simply say “Listen, I don’t want to sound impolite, but I really need to use your bathroom or I’m going to pee myself.” Once you’re in, you just look around, find things to talk about, ask for a glass of water, and you’re set. But the opposite isn’t as easy.

So as we’re walking back to her car, I start asking her what kind of music she listens to. She tells me this and that. I ask her if she’s familiar with classical music and opera. She tells me she really enjoys opera but doesn’t know much about plain classical music. For the record, I am in love with classical music and opera. I listen to opera music almost every day. It’s an acquired taste though.

Anyway, I ask her if she’s familiar with Mozart’s “The Magic Flute.” She says she isn’t and I tell her “I can’t believe it, you say you like Opera and you’re not familiar with ‘The Magic Flute ?’ There’s something I have to show you on Youtube, you’re going to love it.” Then I change topics and we talk about something else. We get to my place and I tell her where to park. I tell her, “I only have about 5 minutes because I have to head across town, but I would like to lend you a CD and show you a Youtube video before I leave.” I tell her, “You have to promise me one thing though, only listen to the CD when you’re relaxed, maybe when you’re cooking on your own. And tell me how it makes you feel.”

Of course, there is no fucking CD.

Anyway, she promises and we go up, I tell her “Ok, but you can’t come in, because it’s a huge fucking mess.” She says “Ok.” I go in and I say, “Well actually, come in for 2 minutes but please don’t look around too much.” Of course, it wasn’t a mess; it was just a bit dusty. So she says “It’s not a mess !”

Anyway, I pretend to look for the CD and tell her hang on, let me show you this Youtube video first. I play a few very unique opera excerpts for her and she loves them. By the way, the stuff I play is not heavy, it’s stuff even a guy who only listens to hip-hop would enjoy. Anyway, I then play a Salsa and ask her to guess what kind of music this is. She guesses Merengue. I’m like “Wrong !”

I take her hand and I’m like “get up.” She’s like “No, I’m not dancing
” I say, “I thought you said you were open-minded. Open-minded people try new things.” She objects again “No, it’s not that
” I respond and I grab her “Dude, I’m not going to rape you ! I’m too tired to do that. It’s just going to be a tiny dance and then I have to go.” I dance with her. I ask her if she likes it. She says yes.

At this point, I was feeling horny, I wanted to kiss her. My ground rule is, I only escalate or kiss when Ifeel it inside of me, otherwise, it fucks up. She feels you’re not being real. Anyway, I kiss her cheek and notice she moves away a bit. I ask her if she feels allergic to a kiss on the cheek. She says “No !” I’m like “What about on the other cheek ?” She’s like “No.” I kiss the other cheek and keep on dancing. I kiss her on the cheek again a few minutes later. Then I kiss her on the lips and she reciprocates. Then I stop and I say, “Let’s not go too fast. I know we feel really comfortable together and we had an adventurous day, but let’s take our time.” The reason I did this is because of my experience. Sometimes you know you will get buyer’s remorse, sometimes you know you have to fuck. I felt like she was submissive and I could have fucked her but the sex wouldn’t have been amazing and she may even have felt remorse in retrospect.

I tell her we should see each other again sometime if she liked. She said, “Yes, I’d really like to.” Hence, the power of not moving in too quickly.

I text her back and forth with regular “What’s up ?” messages and I tell her “We should get together as soon as we both have a minute.” I decide to call her up about a week later to see if she’d like to eat at the restaurant. Usually, I’m the cheapest fuck and I never do restaurants on first dates because I just think it’s retarded. Anything but restaurants. I like taking them karting, rafting, kayaking, cliff-jumping, amusement parks, etc. Anything crazy because it always works. But I was busy that weekend and decided to hit up a restaurant not far from my place. A bring your own wine place. Decided I would pay casually just to see what would happen.

Oh by the way, I told her to pick up the wine. When the check came I told her “It’s my pleasure to take care of it. You got the wine.” Just to let her know, I’m not one of those losers who will pay for dinner if you don’t invest. You took the time to pick a good wine, I’ll get the food. But again guys, dinner dates aren’t my thing. In the future, I’m only going to do the fun dates. There are enough boring guys taking women for dinner and drinks. I don’t want to associate with them. I like being different.

After dinner, I told her I’m craving for something chocolatey. We went and grabbed some dessert and I asked her if she has anything against scary movies. She said she loves scary movies. Great. Finally, a girl that likes scary movies and not retarded chick flicks. We rent a scary movie. I make sure I rent something not too gory. I usually like to rent older scary movies because they’re cheaper (lol) and I just love the classics like Halloween, A Nightmare on Elm Street, etc.

Get the movie, come back to my place. Also forgot to mention, there’s no way to watch TV at my place unless you’re on my bed. It’s purposely set-up that way for dates and for my own evenings when I can’t fall asleep. We get on my bed. I cuddle with her. I light up a shisha. I hold her, I kiss her cheek again. I play with her hair. I begin making out. The rest just flows. Halfway into having sex, I tell her I want to take a shower and take her to the shower and finish making love to her there. I always do that with women. Because making love in the shower just brings everything to a whole other level.

For those of you wondering, I obviously gave her my general speeches about how I’m not a ONS guy. I feel that everything is more enjoyable when two people connect together and care about each other. I also explained I don’t rush into things just to get comfortable, I like to take the time to get to know someone and making love is just one of the ways that allows two people to feel closer and more intimate together, etc.

When she was about to leave, she got a little needy and asked me if I do this kind of thing with a lot of women. I told her “I don’t like it when people ask me about my personal life because I feel it’s a lack of respect. And I am very picky about the women I choose to share my intimacy with.” It’s all a question of setting up the right expectation from the get go.

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