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Thursday 7 March going out
Last week on Thursday 7 March I went out to this area that gets lit on Thursday nights that I've previously mentioned in Smash City.
It was my first time out there this year, and I went there to meet two buddies I hadn't seen in a while.
The first buddy, this handsome player Central European dude, was flanked by his work colleagues, one of which was this tanned HB Latin American / Spanish that I had good EC with. When they left, she said "I guess I'll see you around" and I got stuck wondering whether she wanted me to exchange contacts with her, since we had clear chemical attraction. I bid my goodbyes to first buddy and his workmates and went to meet second buddy.
We ended up at this Italian bar, where second buddy bought me a lemonade.
We started catching up inside the bar, whereupon I opened a 2-set of hotties with an indirect question about them serving pizza.
Then we headed to the area outside the bar, and I noticed (I had already noticed when I'd first arrived there to meet my other buddy) that girls were giving me AIs.
It has to do with the new haircut I'm experimenting with and style adjustments. I bought this pimp-ass bomber jacket last year for winter that cost me a pretty penny but that on the other hand has turned me into a pussy magnet whenever I'm wearing it.
Shortly after moving outside, I noticed this pretty girl looking over every so often. I was chatting with buddy, and then I just approached this pretty girl's set to compliment the hat that one of the girls comprising her set was wearing.
And while I was delivering the compliment opener, explaining why I liked the hat, pretty girl opened me.
Pretty girl and I had a really strong connection.
Since I'd just been left scratching my head wondering whether I could have exchanged contacts with the hot Latina, very soon into my conversation with pretty girl I asked her where she lived and then told her where I lived and that there was this sick rooftop bar and she said she liked it and I said "we should go there some time" and she beamed and said "I'd like that." So I whipped out my smartphone and, while we continued connecting, started typing her name out, then just handed it to her. She wrote her number down then said "but don't you have insta?" and I said, "sure, but I don't use it much." So I took her insta too. Now this was a clever move. More anon.
I noticed she was a super social girl, really good vibe. And we kept realizing that we're similar on various points. It was almost eery. Like in 2 months' time I'm going to visit a city and my travel buddies and I are going to a restaurant in a village that is close to where she was born (where she's from) super random. We're both into politics (and share broadly similar political views, though I suspect I may be more socially conservative than her). She's even in a political party (I want to get into politics later in my life to try to help in the development of my home country). She was also impressed with my native English accent, despite being a foreigner, as well as what I studied and my passions.
She was saying that "we may bump into each other" (when I visit the city and restaurant in a village) but then it turns out she'll only be going back home later in the month so I told her "I guess you'll miss me" and she said "but we can see each other here." (Yes we can
) I told her, "Sure, yeah, I'll send you a message and we'll organize a day and time to check out that rooftop bar." So it was a super solid close.
Thursday 7 March to Friday 15 March - texting
Now numbers from NG tend to be bunk, but I had a feeling that this one would be different. Still, I knew I had to keep texting alive to ensure that I'd end up meeting this gal, since it quickly transpired, after a couple texts, that she would only be available more than 1 week later.
Nevertheless, there were positive signs. Her first three texts to me included one that read "we should hang out some time". (Soft close)
Since she was going to travel, I told her "you're going to love xyz" (the city she was visiting), which prompted her to send me a photo of the city once she arrived. I then told her "send me more pics the next days" to keep up her investment (compliance). I also used texting as an excuse to lightly flirt with her. I did this by hearting some of her texts (2 in total, important not to overdo), by teasing her slightly (I'd already done a bit of that when we'd met), by sending her a kiss emoji (I'd teasingly asked her to "bring the sun with her" upon her return, and we had a sunny day this past Thursday 14 March so I texted her that day saying "thanks for bringing the sun (kiss)" and finally the nail in the coffin was when I went out again on Thursday 14 March night to the same spot to meet the second buddy I'd met the week prior and as we were leaving the area around the Italian bar I spotted her arriving (it looked like her from afar), so I texted her, when I got home that night, "hey pretty girl in the black cap (she was wearing a black cap), don't forget our drink tomorrow".
I forgot to mention that over the weekend I also added a cute photo I accidentally happened upon in my computer files of me hugging this adorable little girl to my insta and Facebook profiles. She obviously saw this photo on my insta.
The date (Friday 15 March)
I had said let's meet at 9 but she arrived at 10.45 lmao. I went to pick her up and the rooftop bar was closed, so I tried bouncing her to one or two other venues which were also unavailable. In a flash of inspiration, I took her to this big beer joint with a hookup vibe where we grabbed beers and stood outside chatting, muted by the noise of the bass booming from within the bar and the loud voices of all the revelers hanging about, jabbering away excitedly.
I made allusions to my desire for discretion. I mentioned sex, while framing people from her region, very early on in the conversation, and then orgasm, a little later, when we spoke about boxing (a sport she is now practicing), concerning the overwhelmingly relaxing feeling you get after a sparring session. We spoke about being single, and connection, where I told her I was amazed by how easily and on how many points we'd connected.
As we'd walked to this bar I hadn't held her, just kissed her on cheeks when greeting her.
But now that we walked out I held her waist. It was midnight.
I was thinking of taking her to another bar close to mine since I'd paid for both drinks (the barmaid was a feminazi and I knew not to risk asking her to split the bill considering a previous unsavory experience) and she'd said "I'll get the next round."
But in a flash of inspiration, since I realized she wasn't asking me "Where are you taking me," which I knew from experience years ago doing this with tourists from my tours frequently to mean that she was green, I transmogrified myself to my former strongman alpha tour guide being and just whisked her straight to mine, saying "this is me" as we arrived, and she replying "oh, but you didn't say you were taking me home," and me saying "I have a balcony with a view," and her saying "okay, let's go."
At home, since this had been an abrupt arrival, I gave her time to settle in, put on the Miles Davis, poured us a beer, we chatted on the balcony, and only when we came back inside, I started kissing her as she was talking, we continued talking, sat on the bed, then after a while I just pounced.
I was expecting resistance but there was none.
She had nice big tits, soft skin, she smelled wonderful, and, yeah, on the thicc side, but not fat by any means. 2 odd years ago this girl was hot (Dev, Skip, and Kvothe have seen her), and with a bit of sport, she could still get back up there.
There she lay on my king-size bed, this pretty dark brown curly-haired brunette with black eyes, and I was overcome with lust. I'd gotten all her top garments off and now I sent a probe down there with my finger and entered her flower. She started moaning in my ear. Bottom garments came off, except panties/boxers. But we were starting to dry hump and things were getting hot and heavy, so the rest came off. She wanted me to put a condom on, and I obliged, but then I still went in raw, just to get hard, quickly pulled out and as I put the rubber on I jizzed into the rubber, which put me out of commission for a while. This had never happened to me before. I just kept up foreplay while batteries recharged, then went back in.
Over chit-chat on the bed, we discovered we are even more similar, in that we've both battled with chronic pain. She's still in the thick of it, it seems (she gets it also while having sex, I'm guessing hers is fibromyalgia), whereas I'm vanquishing my issues with success, even if I may get the odd relapse, like earlier this year when I was under considerable stress while applying for a very competitive school.
I walked her to the elevator and kissed her cheek adieu. She thanked me for the night. Before she left she'd said I didn't seem like the kind of guy who wasn't romantic (I'd told her I'd only ever had two monogamous girlfriends, one for 1 week when I was 12, and another for 1 month when I was 18, who was super possessive and had traumatized me so I'd been single since, albeit having informal relationships with girls for over 1 year sometimes) because she said I was being romantic for a "first date," which I thought was cute. She meant the affection I was showing her in bed (granted a good portion of it was while I waited to get hard again after premature ejac lmao).
Thanks for reading!
Last week on Thursday 7 March I went out to this area that gets lit on Thursday nights that I've previously mentioned in Smash City.
It was my first time out there this year, and I went there to meet two buddies I hadn't seen in a while.
The first buddy, this handsome player Central European dude, was flanked by his work colleagues, one of which was this tanned HB Latin American / Spanish that I had good EC with. When they left, she said "I guess I'll see you around" and I got stuck wondering whether she wanted me to exchange contacts with her, since we had clear chemical attraction. I bid my goodbyes to first buddy and his workmates and went to meet second buddy.
We ended up at this Italian bar, where second buddy bought me a lemonade.
We started catching up inside the bar, whereupon I opened a 2-set of hotties with an indirect question about them serving pizza.
Then we headed to the area outside the bar, and I noticed (I had already noticed when I'd first arrived there to meet my other buddy) that girls were giving me AIs.
It has to do with the new haircut I'm experimenting with and style adjustments. I bought this pimp-ass bomber jacket last year for winter that cost me a pretty penny but that on the other hand has turned me into a pussy magnet whenever I'm wearing it.
Shortly after moving outside, I noticed this pretty girl looking over every so often. I was chatting with buddy, and then I just approached this pretty girl's set to compliment the hat that one of the girls comprising her set was wearing.
And while I was delivering the compliment opener, explaining why I liked the hat, pretty girl opened me.
Pretty girl and I had a really strong connection.
Since I'd just been left scratching my head wondering whether I could have exchanged contacts with the hot Latina, very soon into my conversation with pretty girl I asked her where she lived and then told her where I lived and that there was this sick rooftop bar and she said she liked it and I said "we should go there some time" and she beamed and said "I'd like that." So I whipped out my smartphone and, while we continued connecting, started typing her name out, then just handed it to her. She wrote her number down then said "but don't you have insta?" and I said, "sure, but I don't use it much." So I took her insta too. Now this was a clever move. More anon.
I noticed she was a super social girl, really good vibe. And we kept realizing that we're similar on various points. It was almost eery. Like in 2 months' time I'm going to visit a city and my travel buddies and I are going to a restaurant in a village that is close to where she was born (where she's from) super random. We're both into politics (and share broadly similar political views, though I suspect I may be more socially conservative than her). She's even in a political party (I want to get into politics later in my life to try to help in the development of my home country). She was also impressed with my native English accent, despite being a foreigner, as well as what I studied and my passions.
She was saying that "we may bump into each other" (when I visit the city and restaurant in a village) but then it turns out she'll only be going back home later in the month so I told her "I guess you'll miss me" and she said "but we can see each other here." (Yes we can
) I told her, "Sure, yeah, I'll send you a message and we'll organize a day and time to check out that rooftop bar." So it was a super solid close.Thursday 7 March to Friday 15 March - texting
Now numbers from NG tend to be bunk, but I had a feeling that this one would be different. Still, I knew I had to keep texting alive to ensure that I'd end up meeting this gal, since it quickly transpired, after a couple texts, that she would only be available more than 1 week later.
Nevertheless, there were positive signs. Her first three texts to me included one that read "we should hang out some time". (Soft close)
Since she was going to travel, I told her "you're going to love xyz" (the city she was visiting), which prompted her to send me a photo of the city once she arrived. I then told her "send me more pics the next days" to keep up her investment (compliance). I also used texting as an excuse to lightly flirt with her. I did this by hearting some of her texts (2 in total, important not to overdo), by teasing her slightly (I'd already done a bit of that when we'd met), by sending her a kiss emoji (I'd teasingly asked her to "bring the sun with her" upon her return, and we had a sunny day this past Thursday 14 March so I texted her that day saying "thanks for bringing the sun (kiss)" and finally the nail in the coffin was when I went out again on Thursday 14 March night to the same spot to meet the second buddy I'd met the week prior and as we were leaving the area around the Italian bar I spotted her arriving (it looked like her from afar), so I texted her, when I got home that night, "hey pretty girl in the black cap (she was wearing a black cap), don't forget our drink tomorrow".
I forgot to mention that over the weekend I also added a cute photo I accidentally happened upon in my computer files of me hugging this adorable little girl to my insta and Facebook profiles. She obviously saw this photo on my insta.
The date (Friday 15 March)
I had said let's meet at 9 but she arrived at 10.45 lmao. I went to pick her up and the rooftop bar was closed, so I tried bouncing her to one or two other venues which were also unavailable. In a flash of inspiration, I took her to this big beer joint with a hookup vibe where we grabbed beers and stood outside chatting, muted by the noise of the bass booming from within the bar and the loud voices of all the revelers hanging about, jabbering away excitedly.
I made allusions to my desire for discretion. I mentioned sex, while framing people from her region, very early on in the conversation, and then orgasm, a little later, when we spoke about boxing (a sport she is now practicing), concerning the overwhelmingly relaxing feeling you get after a sparring session. We spoke about being single, and connection, where I told her I was amazed by how easily and on how many points we'd connected.
As we'd walked to this bar I hadn't held her, just kissed her on cheeks when greeting her.
But now that we walked out I held her waist. It was midnight.
I was thinking of taking her to another bar close to mine since I'd paid for both drinks (the barmaid was a feminazi and I knew not to risk asking her to split the bill considering a previous unsavory experience) and she'd said "I'll get the next round."
But in a flash of inspiration, since I realized she wasn't asking me "Where are you taking me," which I knew from experience years ago doing this with tourists from my tours frequently to mean that she was green, I transmogrified myself to my former strongman alpha tour guide being and just whisked her straight to mine, saying "this is me" as we arrived, and she replying "oh, but you didn't say you were taking me home," and me saying "I have a balcony with a view," and her saying "okay, let's go."
At home, since this had been an abrupt arrival, I gave her time to settle in, put on the Miles Davis, poured us a beer, we chatted on the balcony, and only when we came back inside, I started kissing her as she was talking, we continued talking, sat on the bed, then after a while I just pounced.
I was expecting resistance but there was none.
She had nice big tits, soft skin, she smelled wonderful, and, yeah, on the thicc side, but not fat by any means. 2 odd years ago this girl was hot (Dev, Skip, and Kvothe have seen her), and with a bit of sport, she could still get back up there.
There she lay on my king-size bed, this pretty dark brown curly-haired brunette with black eyes, and I was overcome with lust. I'd gotten all her top garments off and now I sent a probe down there with my finger and entered her flower. She started moaning in my ear. Bottom garments came off, except panties/boxers. But we were starting to dry hump and things were getting hot and heavy, so the rest came off. She wanted me to put a condom on, and I obliged, but then I still went in raw, just to get hard, quickly pulled out and as I put the rubber on I jizzed into the rubber, which put me out of commission for a while. This had never happened to me before. I just kept up foreplay while batteries recharged, then went back in.
Over chit-chat on the bed, we discovered we are even more similar, in that we've both battled with chronic pain. She's still in the thick of it, it seems (she gets it also while having sex, I'm guessing hers is fibromyalgia), whereas I'm vanquishing my issues with success, even if I may get the odd relapse, like earlier this year when I was under considerable stress while applying for a very competitive school.
I walked her to the elevator and kissed her cheek adieu. She thanked me for the night. Before she left she'd said I didn't seem like the kind of guy who wasn't romantic (I'd told her I'd only ever had two monogamous girlfriends, one for 1 week when I was 12, and another for 1 month when I was 18, who was super possessive and had traumatized me so I'd been single since, albeit having informal relationships with girls for over 1 year sometimes) because she said I was being romantic for a "first date," which I thought was cute. She meant the affection I was showing her in bed (granted a good portion of it was while I waited to get hard again after premature ejac lmao).
Thanks for reading!
these girls love you my man, step the ego aside and give them what they really want