Alcman's Odyssey Into Love

Alcman

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Plan

Over a month since I wrote the last entry back in Rome. I've been approaching like crazy here in Stockholm these last few weeks, even though all that that day game really yielded was three rather platonic dates. A rough guess of my lifetime day game approaches is right now probably around four houndred, of which 2-300 were made during this summer.

To make a hundred approaches a month you just have to do 3,33 of them a day. With some good measure, the first part of my game plan for the autumn is therefore to do at least 4 approaches a day (which is what I happen to have done today), clocking in at 120 per month or 1440 a year. A good method is to do at least one of them in the morning, to start off the day in the spirit of taking action, and to make at least one combo - making one approach while soaring on the momentum of another previous.

The second part is the night game. On Fridays and Saturdays I'll do bar - club combos; warming up at bars before hitting clubs when they start to fill up. I'll be slowly working up my nightlife stamina, staying out longer, keeping myself out there picking up IOI:s and invites, learning to relax and have more fun going out by myself. Apart from the weekends, I've found it's a good idea to go out at least one weekday or Sunday, to get a feel for how joints look when they're not packed, and perhaps meet some of the more chill (and/or alcoholic) brand of girls. Besides, going out for a beer after school in the middle of the week is fucking awesome relaxation! And it lessens the boring dichotomy betwixt week-day and week-end, that horrible bourgeois invention...

In my night game I need to be more sexual and daring, and start to try to extract girls from groups. I need to work on nighttime process; hook, compliance and extraction.

In sum, to get out of this dreary beginner's inferno, I will

  • Make at least 4 approaches a day,
  • Hit night life joints three times a week.

Alla cazza, to the hunt!

Sorry, Thylane Blondeau, what counts as rude is in the eye of the beholder...

A.
 

Alcman

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September has been busy. I've studied and worked more intensely than I ever have in my life, all the while finding time to substantially develop my skills with women. I've kept my plan of night game, and have been going out every Friday and Saturday. This endurance training yielded my first ONS last weekend, quite a confirmation that I'm on the right path. The empowering effect of having the experience of a true ONS is not to be underestimated. After all, these days not all men in the west ever manage to pull from bars/clubs, since "getting lucky" has largely transferred online.

This week I've started a NoFap, NoPorn, NoOnline to calm and focus my mind. NoFap is no big deal; I got over my masturbation addiction last winter. The deal is the porn/sexy pics; never before in my adult life have I sustained a porn abstinence for long. When doing NoFap for the first time, my survival method was watching porn and often edging without ejaculating. This gave me some of the dopamine I yearned for, and hence worked the same way nicotine pills do for smoking abstainers.

Yesterday I felt the effects. Hell broke loose: my sex drive literally died, my cock a dead piece of meat, and my brain fell into a London fog. I felt like a mad scientist had experimented on my brain. Perplexedly I observed how emotions swirled, and how I could start crying without any plausible reason. I tried to force day game anyway, but my vibe was horribly off, as never before, and women just sneered at me left and right.

Today when I woke up I felt that a kind of first reset had set in; I had survived Inferno and popped out into the fresh air of Purgatory, where my quest could go on with less suffering. I read Tony Depp's latest paean to day game, and decided it is time I make day game technical again. For quite some time I have mostly flowed, making hundreds of approaches during summer, without really working on a specific aspect. That was of course immensely precious experience, but I now feel I have go back to school for a master class, so to speak. The "one minute rule" is great, forcing you to force a conversation for at least a minute even though the vibe is off, which effectively enables you to get girls who take longer to hook, and also increases your endurance as rejection will sometimes be harsher if you come off as more persistent.

So I give myself the goal to ask all women I open for instant dates, and head out pumped. Thirty seconds out of the door a cute teen girl in a leather jacket walks towards me and I stop dead in my tracks and say

- Wow, you have amazing style, I love the leather jacket!
- Thaanks! [slows down and stops tentatively, after passing me by half a meter]
- Are you involved in fashion?
- No, haha!
- I love leather jackets, as you can see. Bla, bla starts conversation about clothes and good stores [Steps really close to her; she doesn't pull back]
I ask for her name and holds her hand for a little longer than usual. She keeps the kind of wide-eyed steady eye contact that only nymphets who have never indulged their desire to date older men do (think preternaturally wide-eyed Jessica Harper's character in "Suspiria"; see pic below); what they are looking at is not only you per se, but you as perhaps the first real Man who truly sees her back. Wow, I get emotional just writing about that gaze. I guess she's sixteen or seventeen. Anyway, I ask what she's up to, and since she answers that she's heading for a second hand store, I ask if she wants coffee (i.e. Swedish "fika"). She answers that she "unfortunately" just had fika, so I exchange numbers, give her a warm hug and am off. Some time later I sms her, and as the lovely young girl she is she excitedly answered me a long sms almost immediately, where she apologizes for not being able to meet right now (!), and suggests meeting later today (!) or tomorrow. Ah, the charms of straightforward youth! As I want to be free to game today (it's Saturday, after all), I suggested we meet tomorrow. This will also let her desires boil some more.

Onwards and upwards,
A
(Yes, Ricardus was always my favorite GC writer except for Chase...)

 

Alcman

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Sunday: Disappointment, We Meet Again

The planned date with wonderful fifteen year old Petra imploded, which always happens when the young girls start to think too much, and replace the original true feeling of excitement and love with an artificially induced air-tight film of prudish horror at the age difference. She sms:ed me an age confession, just like Thaïs did, but when I answered that it was alright, she was already lost to prudence. Suddenly she seemed to have forgot that it was she who asked me out over sms yesterday, writing that she "denies the offer" and how she feels "uncomfortable". Sigh. This gets to me more than anything, because she's just the girl I fall for immediately and fucking hard. I don't really care if a thousand hot women at the bar tell me to fuck off, but if a little girl goes from excited to uncomfortable I get heart-broken. Not only for myself, but because of the fact that she is deprived of what could very probably be the most amazing positive experience of her life, and only due to the medieval sex norms of this cold country. Deep sigh. I feel old. I feel fear of death, fear of having missed youth, fear of not being able to fulfill my life goals. But then I remind myself that I had sex with a dream girl only a few months ago, who was just like Petra. It undeniably can be done, since I myself did it. There is a heaven, and it is on earth. Only it's not visible at all times...

I'm dying from NoFap and NoPorn. Porn used to be the way for me to hide from harsh and sad rejections, dreaming about happy girls open to anything anytime in a libertarian world free from judgment. Now I have to cope with the shit, sit and just look at my dick who is proclaimed clinically dead at one moment, only to freaking blow up the other, without rhyme or reason. I've worked out, I've worked, I've studied, I've applied for jobs, I've been trying to hit on girls; I've been keeping busy and productive. But it hasn't helped.

Fuck it. Let's talk night game instead.

Yesterday night I went to a nightclub called Colosseum, and it turned out to have the sexiest girls of any club I've ever been to, with a charming median age of eighteen. I talked to a bunch of them and reception wasn't bad, though it wasn't great either. I'm glad to have found the first real nymphet club, and I'll be probing it during the next weekends. Fuck, it feels hard to be able to pull a young girl from a club, even to the point of impossible. It is reassuring to know that the writers on GC pull it off regularly, but still; it kind of freaks me out what a skill set I need to develop. At least I'm heading out there alone talking and teasing girls every weekend, which is more than 99% of men get their asses to do.

Some specific notes from yesterday's outing:
- These girls will need a lot of teasing: they are young, Swedish girls in their element and among their friends, and hence can take a lot of repartee. Therefore:
- Be more crazy and less predictable. Don't give a fuck: make sexual jokes, pull them into you, play with their hair, etc. Don't go for the standard info conversation, or you'll get the standard info answers and lukewarm rejection. It's actually worthwhile to have a tool-set of silly openers and jokes. In a word:
- Be an asshole. Think Grandmaster game.
 

Alcman

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Dry Spell Broken: Night Game Routine Established

Check out the LR for what happened yesterday: https://boards.girlschase.com/viewtopic.php?f=5&t=19420

I subjectively judge that this marks another seduction goal reached for Yours Truly:

Seduction Goals for 2018
- Pop my cherry DONE
- Pop someone else's cherry
- Get lots of sexual experience DONE
- Date my first girl younger than 18 DONE
- Fuck a frenchwoman DONE

When I wrote those goals as a lonely virgin on first of January, I wittingly exaggerated to motivate me. "Aim for the stars", I thought. It's quite amazing how I've overshot my goals and come further than I ever thought possible in just nine months. It is possible, but not very likely, that my adolescent French lover Thais was a virgin, but that will never be decided. Anyway she represents the fulfillment of a goal that was not on the list, perhaps because it was in fact my highest goal: to not only date but have sex with an underage girl.

Verbose Reflection: Where I'm at

"Feel my way through the darkness, guided by a beating heart."

I feel a bit like I'm living double lives. Inspired by the concept of "cross-gaming" and Chase's "get sex" imperative, I've been successfully hitting night life and already gotten laid twice since the semester started. The problem is that in Sweden, the nightlife is almost exclusively and adult affair, and I don't have any feelings for girls my age. Sure, I can fuck them, but mostly in the hope that this will give me the momentum needed to improve my day game with the girls who enamour me. I'm a sucker for love, but if this is what it takes I'll do it. Naturally some clubs have lots of eighteen year olds, but as of yet these have proven hard.

With all this in mind, the brilliance of continental Europe comes into focus. There the night life is not age discriminated, and the younger girls tend to frequent the easier places. Living there, it is possible to fully cross-game without living a slightly weird compartmentalized life, where the night time is but preparation for the day. I think this would lead to a more integrated and hence much healthier lifestyle for me.

Realizing that ambition will most probably not come true until next fall, though, and in the meantime I'm making the best of the situation, trying to enjoy every moment, however heart wrenching. My taboo related approach anxieties for nymphets have lessened a lot; in the last week I've asked out no less than three fifteen/sixteen year old girls. All of them rejected dating me based on the age difference, but I feel like I've made immense advances when it comes to relating. As Chase has emphasized, lastingly successful seduction is all about knowing your niche and changing your life as to immerse yourself with your preferred type of women, learning about their routines, viewpoints, references, language and not least their innermost desires and motivations.

A key step towards cracking open the mind of the kind of average sixteen year old I've never been myself, was when I had a deep talk with my sister of that age before the summer. I believe it contributed to my comparable success during the summer. As summer ended and I was broke I got the genial idea that I'd start working as a study coach for kids of precisely the desired age group. Here I would not only make money, but be able to address one of my greatest problems, that I don't have any female friends and rarely meet young women in situations other than hitting on them or smashing them.

Consequently, I now have the most lovely sixteen year old girl as a math student one time a week at a local café. We've got great rapport and it's obvious she loves spending time with me, and she's also intelligent and a breeze to supervise. Last Tuesday after tiring ourselves with math and physics, we drifted off into a conversation on love and life, that is the greatest and most honest I've ever had with a girl (at least since I lay in bed talking to little crazy Silvia in Rome). Boys, girls, parties; we discussed it all, and she gave me her outlook. With mischievous eyes she looked at me and said "I like to be sixteen. I have some friends who are eighteen, but we have more fun."

That nails the defining spirit of adolescence: the exciting but irritating feeling of being outside looking in, of first starting to grasp the overwhelming possibilities of love and life, and at the same time perhaps experiencing disappointment for the first time. This tightrope walk between dream and reality, between play and actuality, between child and adult, is what never ceases to pull me into their world, what never ceases to give me vitality and lust to live. Nothing reminds you of how close to each other the strongest feelings are in us humans, as a teenage girl; her laughter is also tears, her tears laughter, her mind swimming in a whirlpool of feelings and confusion. Most people learn to live with and ignore the dualities and tensions in life, but this mix of motley contradictions is in fact the well of meaning, from which any sustainable philosophy of life has to draw.

I will continue to talk to and meet these girls. Practically, I'll push for insta-dates; unsurprisingly, normal dates don't work; they're both too fancy for a kid who mostly hangs at McDonalds, and give the girl too much time to think about societal norms. The experience of Thaïs taught me that the way to get these girls is to give a superstrong first impression. They are novices in love, and hence just grabbing an ice-cream might make for one of their coolest memories yet, not to speak of passionately making out in a nightclub smoke room. Once you've made a strong impression, it will stay with her, keeping her up at night, overshadowing any qualms, and will enable you two to meet again without pressure. At the end of the day, nymphet game is more than any other game a numbers game; though essentially all pubescent girls are aroused by older men, only a subpopulation is mentally mature and open to have a relationship with one. Nabokov was right; when you hit upon one, you know.

It is always good to spell out your goals. So I might as well end with making explicit my present overarching life goal: to have a fifteen year old girlfriend (give or take a year).

Onward and upward,
A.
 

Alcman

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Foreplay

I'm on quite a trip. These days every week feels like a journey, and my mind is teeming with ideas about my life and future. Studied more than usual this week, as I had a test today for my relatively hard multi-variable calculus class. Five hours spent in hyperspace leaves your mind fucking swept, it's like meditation, for better or worse. Popped out of the test at two in the afternoon, and went for a late lunch. All those partial derivations leave you hungry. Afterwards went for a coffee in the sun, next to a busty German girl. I was laid back and we established a good connection. Together we took a stroll through the woods and then caught a subway to Södermalm close to me to grab ice cream or something. Parlor was closed so I suggested we take tea at my place instead. Followed my routine and left her by herself while made tea and went to the bathroom. Then let her sit in my knee and be Spotify DJ, followed by a make out during a sufficiently romantic song. Suckled her big boobs a lot and she stroked my cock, but she made instant LMR when I unbuttoned her jeans: "not today". Obvious super-ego effort to stifle her rampaging desire. I thought "rinse and repeat" and had some tea with my cock still out. Relaxed a bit. Then attacked her again. Same problem. Rinse and repeat for a third time. She gets more turned on for every time, and she's about to climax solely by the combination of mamillary oral sex and clitoral stimulation through the clothes. Still unchanged LMR, though. She's not super hot, so I cool off by the resistance. She jerks me and since I'm on NoFap and haven't had a release since last Friday's lay, I come quickly and surprisingly. I spray it on her for a little harmless revenge. I accompany her on guitar and we sing a few songs. When she's about to leave, she grows super needy, but I'm bored with her and don't bother taking any contact info.

New Perspective on Online Game

Quite soon afterwards a girl writes to me on the dating/chatting app Yubo, which is the only online dating for minors. It usually sucks, and has a lot more spam bots than Tinder/Badoo, but for me it's worth being out there, dangling the hook for the eventual girls who like older men. She's sixteen and invests hard. Her profile is only an uninteresting pic of her butt (dressed), but she sends me a photo of her face. She's half Asian and looks very cute. We hook immediately, and she's just about the most fun chat partner I ever had. Everything she writes exudes the mix of straightforwardness and wild fantasy of a young woman - everything I love. It's obvious she has chosen me - she's open with me being her "dream boy", and she spins tales about us, how she's a slave and I'm rescuing her, how I'm the poetical movie womanizer who will brake her heart but in a beautiful way. In a word she immediately projects her every fantasy, which is so charming and lovely. She's open to meeting up at my place, but not tonight. We end on a high note. Will definitely see how this evolves.

This experience radically changes my mind about online gaming. Dangling for nymphets online is an EXTREMELY asymmetric game, but I should definitely keep it in background. I'm quitting all the 18+ services, though. As I've probed the minds of young girls lately, I've come to realize that I should give Snapchat a chance; Snapchat is not what facebook used to be, an excuse readily available for girls in need of a soft of rejection. Rather Snapchat is what a young girl has come to expect, namely to interact not only through text, but to verify the presence and honesty of interlocutors through pictures. I have only tipped my toe here, but it's a mind reset. I still routinely decline girls who want to exchange snap (happened e.g. last Saturday), as I've done a million times. But number doesn't always work with these works; it feels old school and intimidating for them, too serious and highfalutin'. I know my niche, and I have to start rolling back some general advice that I've internalized, but which don't help with MY girls. I need to be the cool older guy who gets them, without being the try-hard who pretends to be an eternal teenager. But I'm fucking far from that last one, so relatability does me very well.

I often think of Sebastian Marshall's three female questions of attainability:

- Can a girl like me get a guy like him?
- Is this for real?
- Does he respect me as a friend?
I think this set is one of the purest little nuggets of gold in the social arts literature, and nowhere is it more important than with young girls. A young girl who likes me often ascribes to me sky high value and writes herself out because of her own age - negative answer to the first question. The only way to deal with this is genuine and massive appreciation of her - compliments and attention - in addition to sharp downplay of my own merits, little talk of my achievements etc.

Furthermore, a young girl is often freaked out by what appears to her as completely novel and unusual experiences - a street stop for example. She'll often wear the face of expecting a candid camera to appear anytime. To solve this requires getting her down to earth: talking about things here and now, playing down the unusual and confirming that everyday genuinity. My cold approach experience has helped with this a lot, as it makes me come across as more in my everyday flow.

As to the third question, I think Snapchat could come into play. Having a fun and light online interaction will confirm in her that you are capable of interacting with her in the same medium as her friends - and therefore respects her as one.

BTW, just learned that Germany, as Italy, has "younger than fourteen year old" statutory rape and a legal drinking age of sixteen. Man, Europe is nice, life is good, future is bright.

Logging off,
A.
 

Alcman

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Reflections
"Out of silent mountains and storms of affliction, rusheth my soul into the valleys. [...] And let the stream of my love sweep into unfrequented channels! How should a stream not finally find its way to the sea!"
- Nietzsche, Also sprach Zarathustra
A streak of rejections coupled with a heavy study workload gradually hurled me into a depression during the last week. I'm glad and thankful to myself for having the tools to conquer depression - working out every day, having candid conversations with friends, reading meaningful and empowering texts like Nietzsche and most importantly taking action and forcing myself to get some urgent shit done and to keep up at least a minimum of approaches.

Yesterday the fog cleared. I went to the bar and made a solid approach, but gave up way to early and went home. The evening at home was so dreary, though, that the memory of it will keep me from ever doing the same mistake again. Today I had a Tinder date. Girl was heavily into me, so I brought her home after the coffee date, but she gave LMR. At night I went to two different bars. I'm proud to say I conquered all weak impulses, and went to a new bar, where I hung out with some German girls and got another piece of the puzzle that is Stockholm night life. I briefly spotted some hotties there, and will check the place out again.

Life Check-point:
  • Continue to push night life stamina. Go to one new bar/club every week to get a wider range of experiences. Goal is to stay out until the wee hours.
  • Restart my old day game. I how feel my summer Don Juan wants to stretch his legs. Outcome independence. For every restart your emotional skin is a bit thicker, a bit thicker...

G'night,
A.
 

Alcman

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This week has been an immense comeback. The climactic depression and eventual recuperation has left me stronger and more motivated than ever. Two days in a row I landed instant dates through classic style day game street approaches - Tuesday with a 29 year old Montenegrian with a great rear view, and Wednesday with 19 year old French fillette Marie. With the latter I had a wonderful long chat at a cafè, and she's super-excited to meet me again on Sunday. Once in awhile you meet a girl with whom everything is a breeze, who responds to any offer with delight and excitement - who makes it all worth it.

- A bartender told me that Wednesdays and Thursdays around 8 till close time are the weekdays with the highest ratio of girls - and mostly 18. I'll have to fit in some regular weekday night game. Doesn't have to be very long, but I can't let such resources to go waste.
- I'll have to restart the old "all or noting" summertime approach regime, where I had to turn and approach any girl who attracted me - I can feel my very bones yearning for it.
- Stamina, stamina, stamina. My night time breakthrough is just around the corner, and what's holding me back is that I leave too early. Crazy good stuff happen later in the night.
 

kristian

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Cool to see you're back at the game. Usually, I get stronger and more motivated after a long string of rejections. Kind of reminds us how fast thing can change and how luck comes into play when you're hustling on the streets.

One quick question: When a girl hooks hard after opening her, do you recognize it happening before she hooks? Like she likes you the split second she lays her eyes on you?
 

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kristian said:
Cool to see you're back at the game. Usually, I get stronger and more motivated after a long string of rejections. Kind of reminds us how fast thing can change and how luck comes into play when you're hustling on the streets.
Yeah, I get so sensitive at times, I feel like I'm a glass house and the girls are armed with stones. But it happens less often. I want to develop thicker skin. On the other hand, I don't want to grow numb; strong emotions are the raw material of passion.

One quick question: When a girl hooks hard after opening her, do you recognize it happening before she hooks? Like she likes you the split second she lays her eyes on you?
What a charming question! Yes, I live for the moment when the suprise in her eyes turns sprightly and gay the split second she turns to you :)

Btw, I'm curious about how things are going with girls for you, and if your good career momentum has had any effect?
 

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Btw, I'm curious about how things are going with girls for you, and if your good career momentum has had any effect?
Good question. I realized talking to one girl here and there throughout the week is not enough. One girl a day is just a warmup. But yeah, I don't have time to go out and game for hours like I did before. I am trying to do other things, tho, like flirting a little at work or figuring out girls subtle signs of interest.
 

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Bookend: First of December, Where I'm At

I inaugurated this journal on the tenth of November last year, and so a couple of weeks ago I became a GC sophomore. Looking back, it's been a mind-blowing journey. Last week I had sex for the sixth time, which I remember Chase quoting somewhere as the mean lifetime number of mates for a western male. Ergo, just since January I've tried as many different girls as your average man fucks during his ENTIRE LIFE. So in a way, I lived a whole life on fast forward, haha! And the spectrum has been wide: ages from 15 to 32 (that is, one woman more than twice as old as another!), of Swedish, Swiss, French, German, Scottish and Iranian ethnicity, picked up through street day game, school game, street night game, nightclub game, bar game and online game.

Every single one has been an ONS, so I still have zero relationship (or even fuckbuddy) experience. But I'm enjoying the ride so much, it would have to take a very special girl indeed to make we want to be tied down. It's kind of ironic: the only girls I really deeply have loved, are young teens, with whom it's very hard indeed to have relationships. Older women are tuggin at my clothes, but in vain.

On the note of what Kristian wrote here recently:
kristian said:
I don't have time to go out and game for hours like I did before. I am trying to do other things, tho, like flirting a little at work or figuring out girls subtle signs of interest.
The "I game because I don't have time" is a big non sequitur which has lured me too lately. What I'm starting to realize is that putting time into game is an investment: the better I become, the more I hit flow on command and save time, and the more I'm satisfied with women, the more efficient and flowing my other preoccupations turn. Perhaps even more important though, is the question of priority: I can honestly say that at the end of the day, my love life is the most important and worthwhile aspect of my life; if there's one arena I allow to somewhat eat away at others, it's the girl arena. It feels good to spell this out loud and clear to myself, to set it in print and save for weak moments.

This Hegelian dialectic I'm in, this helix where I keep spinning and rising, has just recently made a full circle. I'm back where I started, standing on the winter cold streets and in the steaming bars, but everything has changed. I have women in my life, I have experience, I have expanded comfort zones. I am ready to go the distance, I am ready to start churning again, I yearn for rejection and ego depletion. I have grown so accustomed to regular pain, that I feel weak and pusillanimous without it. When I walk in society, I already stand out, I am extra-ordinary, I no longer belong to the old throng of men, and wherever I go all women notice me, feel me, that I am different. I have set the ball rolling. I realize that I am never going back; consciousness is a one-way road. The air up here is thinner but purer, and the damp still air of my quondam abode feels distant, like a childhood nightmare. I look at the world with the eyes of a realist, a physicist: whatever sought-after constellations there are of matter and mind in this cosmos, I can and will bring them about, sooner or later. Like a mathematician I attack the problem, I besiege the task: so you want to meet this kind of girl, you want to be able to ace in this or that environment, you want a threesome? Like Lego-bricks I lay out the steps needed. There are no more blurry, dreary dreams. This last year is an archetype, a proof of method.

Tonight's night outing was a bit short of three hours and three bars, but instructive. For the first time ever, I pulled a "Grandmaster" trick, by stashing my jacket at some girls' table (though I had hooked one of them before at the bar). Sadly, after going and ordering together, we were short of chairs, and I had to abandon ship. A victory though, since one of my night game sticking points is getting away from the bar desk, and settling in at tables. I also should have number closed the girl who hooked, because ABC.

I've said it before: the day I master stamina, and can stay out the whole night regularly, both bar and club, I'm going to go berserk. To be able to reliably execute a grand night process is really the last great "beginner" hurdle in my seduction career. As it is now, these all-nighters happen way too infrequently, and when they occur, unbelievable things happen.

From next week on, I will decrease the pressure at university, and add more time to focus on girls, gym and my own writing and thinking. I haven't had a release since I had sex last Thursday nor any porn, and I feel fucking powerful and joyfully nasty. Never have I felt more women check me out than this last week since that dirty sex.

Love life!
A.
 

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Virgin Pastures

Bach said:
Schwingt freudig euch empor zu den erhabnen Sternen,
Ihr Zungen, die ihr itzt in Zion fröhlich seid!

[Soar joyfully upwards to the exalted stars,
you tongues that now are joyful in Sion!]
The blonde and fit French girl M (originally from street stop) came over to my place again Sunday evening. Second time ever a girl visits me twice, haha! Here's the story:

After her LMR first time, I was silent and eventually she sent a slightly apologetic SMS proposing to meet again. We setup a meeting for the Sunday, but when the day comes she has a cold, so I advise her to stay home and we decide to postpone until the next Sunday. She arrives an hour later than we planned, but she lives far away, so I expected it. We listen to some music and talk a bit, but I want to try out the waters. With last time in mind, I am flustered to meet the exact same resistance again. Reclining on the bed I decide that we need to vent this verbally. "Why did you want to meet me again, M?"

This question spawns an open-hearted conversation of a wonderful and enlightening kind, which proves to be exactly what she needs. She tells me about all kinds of preposterous fears she had the first time, like me taking her home to cut off her hair and sell it, because I had said she had such fine thick locks. She says she felt expendable, like she "could have been anybody". I mostly let her talk, and focus on conveying that I listen to her and understand, rather than confirming.

The air between us is now completely changed and set at ease. We play around again and I decide to play the cock-trick. I straddle her and unzip my pants, my hard-on bulging through my underwear. Her reaction immediately establishes her virginity. With blushing incredulity she half turns away and covers her eyes; "Oh, how weird! My, this will take a bit of getting used to..." I move her hand to it and let her feel the contours through the cloth. "It feels like plastic!" When I deem her ready for the next step I pull it out, unveiling the full glory of manhood. Like the excited biologist who tremblingly investigates a new weird species of fungus, she pokes the stem, strokes the glans, her demeanor slightly skeptical; like Alice upon seeing the stressed rabbit her mind can't decide if what's before her is familiar or foreign, fantasy or fact. "How do you do this? You have to teach me", she stammers, her hands awkwardly fumbling, and I guide them to the jerking motion.

She has been set at ease, and now lets me unbutton her blouse. I dive in and for a long time let my tongue be joyful in Zion, as she responds to the new sensations and fumbles with my limb. After a while of this, I pull out a condom and asks if she knows what it is. "Yes, but I'm not ready for that." "It's not for you! There are other usages you know, like keeping from messing up the room." I let her have a go at putting it on, and after quite a bit of work its ready. I let her jerk it some more, and then ask if she wants to taste it. She wavers a bit, but I can tell she'll do it, so I stand up by the side of the bed and let her sit on it. How absolutely adorable to see her first nibble develop into a soft suckling, her hands perched on the sides of the shaft quite like a squirell's holding an acorn. "It's like eating ice-cream with no flavour!"

Memories of a cute porn scene make me suggest I recline on the bed, with her lying on her stomach at a right angle and face over my cock. In this way I get the first full view and fistful of her jeans-clad ass. And what a killer bubble butt I had totally missed she had! As I grope it wide-eyed and express my appreciation, the nymph smirks and answers that "my butt is the only part of me I always loved; I remember being proud of it already at eight years old...". It's the best ass I ever touched, and as she keeps sucking me I slide my hand under her jeans and grope the real thing. My sensation is getting strong. She asks about how to suck, and I direct her to the faster up-and-down movement just across the edge of the glans and as far down as she can take it. Her mouth and teeth feel amazing, and groping her ass with one hand I grab her head with the other and thrust into her mouth as I climax pretty hard and she keeps sucking the cum-filled condom. "It's like you're sneezing", she comments as I convulse abdominally. "Wow, I started to get really tired in the jaw", the hard-working girl says after finally deeming the job done, and lies down to rest her head on my breast. "Good job! Well deserved rest", I assure her.

I take a shower and she lingers listening to music. The hour has gotten past midnight and as I come back from the bathroom she appears to be looking at commuter train schedules. "Can I stay here? It takes so long to go back home, and I feel lazy." I hesitate, since I never slept with a girl (in the pedestrian sense!), but I have trained my mind to respond positively to challenges to my routines, so I tell her it's OK. I climb into bed and she undresses to white lingerie and follows suit.

What wild new sensations, to be under the same blanket as a steaming female body, and to boot one I haven't before experienced without her pants! I feel as though entering an hitherto unknown tactile dimension. She lies on her side, turned away from me, with her butt just lightly pressed against my cock, which quickly grows rock-solid. My hands wander south on an exploration, and the curves, heat and silky smoothness of her hip and thigh take me by surprise. Her inner thighs are verily the smoothest surface I have experienced, and making space with my hands, I squeeze my cock in between them. With the glans now sticking out on her side, I invite her hand to help itself, all the while I continue caressing her entire body and kissing her neck. Whenever I stray to close to them, her greedy lips suck me in for kisses. I ask her about how she feels, and she tells me how it feels unusual and strange to have another person laying next to her. If only she knew I feel the same! A special moment in time and space, two persons who experience for the first time sharing the intimacy of night and vulnerability of sleep.

Eventually my hands close in on her vagina, sometimes skirmishing with hers over new territory. "Why don't you show me how you do it?", I suggest. "What fantasies do you have, what do you think of?" She drops a (sexy) bomb: "I only fantasize about girls". Of course, this makes me quite aroused and interested, so I ask her about it. "It's quite weird, I only had crushes on boys, but I don't fantasize about them." She suggests she might have watched too much of a TV series about man-deprived female inmates. "But it might also be that I have a vagina, and girls also have them so they feel less frightening." Based on what I know about her, this could very well have to do with her growing up with a very strict and frightening father (the "escape" from whom brought her to Sweden).

Lying silently under the blanket in the dark room, we live through our hands. With my own hand I track the movement of hers, as it gently gyrates over her clitoris. When she stops I ask her to guide my hand, and so our hands walk hand in hand towards the sweet spot, where hers start moving mine like a small puppet, "showing it the ropes".

After awhile of this, I am ready for new impressions, and jump on top of her to make out. But I know what I want to explore more, so I turn her around on her stomach and remove the blanket. Straddling her legs I bask in the unveiled glory of her bubble butt. The readership here is all-male, so I needn't argue for the heart-warming glory of worshiping the ass of a thin-waisted teenager. I start to finger her from behind, but she is super-sensitive and tight as a butt sphincter. Every time she cringes I have to pull out and start over, but every new time I go deeper. When I poke her with two fingers she is first a bit afraid, but eventually I manage to squeeze them in. I ask if she wants to try sitting on my cock, but she doesn't. Since it's very late, I flip her back, straddle her and make her jerk me off until I jizz on her stomach. Baptized in sperm!

As she goes to tidy up, equally repulsed and fascinated, I sneak off for a midnight snack. The clock is after two and I realize I'll just have to skip class the next day (starts 8:30 am). As she comes back and I view her full figure in the moon light, I see more clearly than before what an immensely sexy body she has; quite the underwear model there in her white lingerie! Is there anything more endearing than a tired thoughtful girl, walking barefoot in her underwear and spreading the afterglow of your touch ? Stripped of civilization, clothes, make-up and conversation, a woman shows her true spirit, a doe, a sylph, an element, perfectly shaped like ivory yet shapeless and all effervescent glimmer like quicksilver.

We open the window and listen to the rain. She wants to show me a birth mark she has talked about, just below her butt. I crouch down to watch it. "Nice view, or what?", she mocks me when I linger to long at butt-height. We lay down on the bed, tired but sleepless. I ask her to read me aloud my favourite French poem, "Feuillage de coeur" by Maeterlinck, and she responds by reading me the naughty secret correspondence between lovers and poets George Sand (woman) and Alfred de Musset. Disguised as platonic and stiff love letters, if you only read every other line, raunchy invitations take their place, saying things like

Je suis prête à montrer mon cul, et si vous voulez me voir ainsi toute nue, daignez me faire visite, je vous prouverai que je suis la femme la plus profonde, comme la plus étroite dont vous puissiez rêver. Puisque votre vis est bien long, bien dur et souvent bien gros.

(I am ready to showcase my butt, and if you wish to see me fully nude, call on me; I would prove that I am the deepest as well as the tightest woman that you can imagine. Since your manly strength is so long, so hard and often so big...)
which cracks me up quite a bit. I'm starting to appreciate the ironic humor of this girl, who had initially struck me as too sarcastic. We now slide back into bed, and she cuddles up her tush against my groin again. I tell her that I won't be able to sleep if she does that, which cracks her up, after which I turn facing the other way and quickly fall asleep.

At about 5:30 her phone alarm goes off, as she has to go to her work at a kindergarten and naturally go home in between to fix herself up. We both giggle at the alarm because we're so tired, the alarm signal is so silly and we went to bed less than three hours ago. She dresses, gives me some kisses and sneaks off.

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Quite a few firsts that night:
- First time having a girl stay over night
- First time cumming in a girl's mouth wearing a condom; actually a good idea, due to no semen breath for the rest of the night!
- First time being sexual with a virgin (ajay, I know you've got a hard-on by now you fellow pervert! ;)

I feel strongly how good this experience was for me. To try out longer and more caring interactions with women is really what I need; as has been said on this site, the most progress is made when one works on every part of the seduction process regularly, and not only one, say, the approach or long term relationship.

This post took me a few days to write, and apparently Ms. M has flown to London today to visit a friend and will be back Sunday. She is warm and humorous over SMS, and I have a hunch she'll bring her beautiful derrière here for more next week. I'm going to abstain from contacting her until she returns, and let the memory of me speak for itself in her mind.

Joyfully upwards,
A.
 

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Excellent write-up about the French girl bro... Masterful command of the English language haha... Given that she's new to the whole sexual sphere I'd be very careful to be continually honest with her (like you said that you were in asking her about the first date and LMR.) With such inexperienced chicks, you have the chance to shape how they view guys for the rest of their lives (to a certain extent at least) and I'd say 9 times out of 10 if you're shamelessly honest and upfront about your intentions a la Hector, then 1- she'll think you're a God, and 2- she'll be able to recognise beta-ass motherfuckers and stay the hell away when she see's them.

Elias
 

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Eliasmusic said:
Given that she's new to the whole sexual sphere I'd be very careful to be continually honest with her (like you said that you were in asking her about the first date and LMR.) With such inexperienced chicks, you have the chance to shape how they view guys for the rest of their lives (to a certain extent at least) and I'd say 9 times out of 10 if you're shamelessly honest and upfront about your intentions a la Hector, then 1- she'll think you're a God, and 2- she'll be able to recognise beta-ass motherfuckers and stay the hell away when she see's them.
Unfortunately, the more honest I was, the more she thought I was childish and lost attraction. When I said that I didn't want to meet her more if she was just interested in making out or platonically cuddling, she became sad and told me to contact her if I changed my mind. She told me that my actions were counter-productive, that were I less pushy, she would be more comfortable and likely to have sex. Her frame was strong I didn't have the tools to handle it. I blew it, but I learned a lot from her about the value of moving slower with less experienced girls, and in general establishing trustful relations with women, which I honestly can't say I've ever done.
 

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Paris: First Week of 2019

This week in Paris was the most intense week in my life! The experience was a powerful confirmation: from one week of meeting girls, I took two new lovers and my host one. Two guys, three girls, one week :)

Monday was the big New Year's party. We were warriors and stayed at the club from midnight until 05:30, haha! We met billions of girls, but the Danish girl who matched the most with me went home the next day.

After resting on Tuesday, we went out again on Wednesday. During street game I spotted a charming butt and long brown hair. She was the third wheel in a three-set, walking slightly in front of the others, so I walked up and complimented her. Her name is Yasmeine, and she's a half-Korean half-Jordanian girl biology student from California. She hooked and I took her number, while her friends politely waited on the side. As I walked away I heard her friend say "wow, he was so cool!".

We proceeded to our club of preference, the Supersonic, with its daily live concerts, free entrance and many relaxed and cool girls. I stood by the bar and bantered with every girl who came to order. Eventually a girl with a beret hooked hard. Her name is Mia. I bantered with her, took her hat and eventually made out with her. An article I read last week springs to mind: on how to get intimate with women in public. So I delivered the lines I remembered from the article: "Have you ever had sex in public?" She answered avoidingly. I bent forward and whispered in her ear that I will go to the toilet, and if I don't come back in ten seconds I'll be waiting for her there. The bathrooms were all empty, since it was still early. The booths had sturdy real doors and I entered one. She came soon afterwards. We giggled and made out, before I bring out my cock and she hungrily kneels down to suck. I was already hard, so quite soon I directed her against the wall and pushed my cock inside her. She moaned loudly (guess she couldn't help it). The friction was so great that I ejaculated in her after only a few minutes, but I continued to finger her cum-filled pussy which made her moan even more. There was a big cum pool on the floor and we were both a bit messy. After tidying up, she asked me if I ever did anything like this before, and where in Paris, but I hear people outside and hush her. I slipped outside and she locked the door behind her. Two girls were waiting in line but didn't seem to bother. I washed my hands and headed back to the bar. I listened to the next set, but didn't stay for long.

On Friday we hit the Supersonic again. I got a couple of numbers early on and had a good time. Later in the night my pal spotted a three set for us, but on the way I got distracted and approached another girl. Turned out she was an old Tinder match of mine from the summer, and she had just been dumped by her Swedish boyfriend. I wasted a lot of time on her, and she was in no mood for hook-up. When I returned to my friend, I found three charming youngsters, one of which looked amazingly alike my summer love Thais. I had a bit too much to drink, and the way they witnessed me dismiss the dumped girl gave me an intimidating player vibe. My friend on the other hand, had kept his cool and interacted with them for a long time. When they were about to leave, I tried to number close the cutest and she dismisses me openly, saying stuff with her broken English like "I don't have Tinder" and "I'm young" (she's 17). Instead she walked over to my two years older friend and openly gives him her number before leaving.

The combination of alcohol, romantic memories and humiliation crushed me completely, and we left too. I have to admit that moment as the worst yet of my career. It was humiliating on a new level; when you meet a girl you like, and she turns you down, you leave her. But this time I had to stand by to see the one girl I really fell in love with during the week painstakingly give her number to my older friend, after having said she's too young for me. If he would have been any other guy, I probably would have caused some serious trouble, drunk as I was. He took her virginity last Saturday. I realize all too well I'm the silly one, but I'm still sick with jealousy, especially since he's not particularly into her. I never before experienced such irrational animosity towards a friend. I've reflected a lot upon the situation. I guess it's the kind of fucked up thing that will become more and more common for me, and I'll have to learn how to handle it. I clearly identify the culprits: alcohol and the fact that I'm not yet where I want to be with the girls of my desired age group. Spending time in Stockholm has unfortunately given me a scarcity mentality, since you rarely encounter 17-year-olds in the clubs here. Never before have I felt more strongly the benefits and peace of mind, that would come from having an abundance mentality. God, give me strength...

Yasmeine

Saturday morning a message drops in from Yasmeine, and I suggest she accompany me to an exhibition of the Swiss sculptor Alberto Giacometti at the small Musée Maillol in the seventh arrondissement. (Giacometti was among my first art experiences, as I grew up with a small replica of a characteristically elongated figurine of his at home). Ignorant of what is brewing in Paris this day, I suggest we meet by a restaurant close to the métro Rue du Bac. When I arrive I am met by smoke, a wall of crowd control policemen and a firetruck. As I start to make out bright yellow vests on some of the people close to me, it dawns on me that I've managed to set up a date inside the weekly Gilets jaunes demonstration! Quite stressed I talk to two girls there and they confirm my suspicion, and tell me of a Christmas tree burning up the road. They are chocked and amused to hear of my unlucky date plans, and decide to stay with me until I know my girl is alright. Slowly the streets fill with marching vests.

Relieved, I eventually spot Yasmeine in a cute sort of trenchcoat and go greet her. Fortunately the museum is away from the trouble zone. We nonetheless have some trouble finding it (sorry for the word play), but eventually it pops out at us after we first walked right by. We take off our jackets and Yasmeine reveals her striking fashion: a zip jacket with a Harley Davidson logo, nylons, some short black spandex pants which blend with the nylons and black Docks. With her long dark hair and girlish features, the style gives her an air of "youth rebel" which I find arousing, though she's a 23 y.o. biology student. She complains of a small rip along the side of her nylons which she apparently made this morning. Little does she know what the evening has in store for her nylons...

We meander through the exhibition, bantering along the way about what we see, and she even finds herself some personal favourites, which she photographs (I just photograph her, as to my mind she's the prettiest thing around). After the museum we drink espressos at a small café around the corner. Braving the cold, we take a blanket and sit outside. This is where we start to bond for real and share some of our life stories. After the coffee, she makes us stay as she smokes her e-cigarette. Together we amass enough coin for the coffee and leave. I suggest we grab a glass of wine and she agrees. We stroll towards the Sèvre-Babylone métro, as it will make it easier to for us to go to the apartment later. At a street corner facing a park and the luxury hotel Lutetia, we are attracted by generous infra-red heating grilling the terrasse, and decide to stop. We order a pitcher, and against my routine I pay, to minimize hassle. In the combined warmth of lamp and wine, we watch as darkness falls over the city of light. The conversation is animated and varied, the jokes smart and the innuendos dirty. We both know that the other knows that we both feel the pull, the magic of the night.

When the wine pitcher peters, I tell her that my roommate has SMS:ed me, and that we have the apartment to ourselves, and can share a drink there. She agrees and we take the subway to Boulogne-BIllancourt. In her scanty clothing more fitting for a California boardwalk than Paris in winter, she's freezing as we walk the short distance from the metro to the apartment (she claims these days are the coldest she has ever experienced), so I hug her close to warm her up. We pass the car rental with the blue Lamborghini on the ground floor, and head up to the top. She goes to the bathroom and we keep up a conversation between rooms. I too hit the bathroom, where I realize I'm a bit nervous. I take a deep breath and sail out.

I take her for a super-quick tour of the cold but cool terrace, then I bring out my friend's way-to-expensive wine (I had to buy him lunch the day after to recompense) and play a bit helpless so that she takes upon herself to open the bottle. Girls love to feel helpful, and it's also quite charming to see her fight with all her might to pull out the cork. "It would be shameful if I couldn't do it, now that I've said I'm good at this!" We pour our glasses and settle on the bed. With her in my lap, we listen to music from Spotify, as I have my phone connected to the stereo.

I take her chin and direct her face towards mine, and we begin making out. I put her hand on my cock and say that there's a phrase she just has to know in French - "Tu me fais bander". "What, you're giving me a hard-on?", she guesses, spot-on. We take pauses to change music. My hands are all over her, but as I think it's time to give her breasts some attention, it starts: she starts saying things like "no, we shouldn't do that, I don't want that, I have to be leaving soon" etc ad nauseam. I feign deafness and get my mouth to her breast. She moans loud and squirms with pleasure, and I can tell she's turned on like there's no tomorrow, but still voices the same "no, I don't wanna do this, no, stop". But I instinctively call her bluff - the intonation is just way off; her syllable "no" rides on the music of a "yes", and through a muffle, her "stop" would sound like a "harder". I realize I'm in the midst of a test - I've come off as too much of boyfriend material. A test is a win-win for her: if I break and call it a night, she will (or thinks she will) guarantee further dates and shape the relationship; if I persist, she will get to satisfy her desire to be fucked right now, while both orgasming harder from the fantasy of being restrained and taken against her will by a highly desirable male and keeping up the persona of not being an "easy girl". Naturally the latter option is the one she wants the most.

Her breasts are amazingly erect and sensitive and we share a naughty smile in the realization and enjoyment of this fact. When she's on the road to a mini orgasm, she forcefully pulls down her shirt, rearranges her clothing and says aloud that she thinks it's time for some more wine. She pours us, and we recline on the bed, her on the side, Cleopatra-style, and me with my head on her waist, body away from her and right arm between her legs and up massaging her butt and inner thigh. We lay like this for quite awhile, enjoying the music and each other's presence.

The exact chronology of the continued foreplay is a bit confused due its length. Whenever we're together I keep up the sexual pressure, stimulating her more and more between the legs, and eventually bringing out my cock for her to jerk off. Slowly I undress myself, while she steadfastly rearranges and pulls up her own clothes. Eventually I manage to get her on her stomach and pull down her spandex pants and leopard skin panties to eat her out from behind. In the struggle, I rip a large hole in her nylons. She feigns surprise, but she cannot hide her naughty satisfaction. Her butt is large and shapely for such a small slender body; I easily scooped her up and lifted her at one moment, and she must weigh no more than 40 something kg. The following attack of cunnilingus makes her go mad with pleasure, but I hold on tight despite her violent spasms and intermingled shouts of "yes" and "no", as she halfheartedly tries to escape her bliss. When she can't take it any more, she wildly pulls up her pants and jumps out of the bed, and head for the wine.

At some other time I get my fingers in her pussy, and just as she's heading for orgasm I pull them out to tease her. "Sigh, thanks..." As hinted in some article on here, at one time I lick the back of her knee, which startles her with pleasure. "Wow, that actually felt really good! Is that even a thing? Or is it just that your mouth feels so good..." I also use the one move I remember from the "California Pimp" case study: As I lounge on the bed with my erect cock out, I wait until she throws a glance at it, and then ask her "why did you stare at my cock?" The long argument that ensues makes sure that my cock is the only thing on her mind.

After several hours have gone by and there's seemingly no end in sight of the "no, stop, I don't want to do this, I have to leave now", I decide to get creative. I undress fully and slip myself in completely under the covers. Not long after I notice the poor horny girl discreetly removing her first piece of clothing, and climbs on top of me and the cover. Obviously pulling away for awhile and leaving her to herself made make some decisions. I knead her back and ask if she wants a massage. She agrees and I take some of my lube in my hands and tell her its massage oil. She looks at it suspiciously, and takes a sniff. "That looks very lubey". Nevertheless she undresses her upper body and I oil her back and breasts, telling her how good her skin feels, and how it works wonder for her skin in the dry winter. She revels in my touch, and when I tell her it's my time, she doesn't hesitate. I put some lube on my cock to confuse her and she asks if she wants the massage there, but then I turn over and let her straddle me to massage my back and shoulders. After the hours of struggle, it is most pleasant to relax and give her the reins.

When I feel ready, I tell her it's her time again and prepare for the fatal strike. She lays down on her stomach and when I remove her pants and underwear this time, she doesn't even seem to notice. Squeezing lube on the crest of her arched back, I give her a loving intimate massage, stroking her buttsphincter and pussy with the side of my hand, massaging her inner thighs and spreading her butt cheeks. "Oh, this is a very intimate kind of massage", she says without moving. Straddling her shining bubble butt with its glistening labia, I push my cock in her pussy and hear her moan "mmm, fuck m....", as her last feigned resistance cutely muffles her sentence. To get in deeper, I forcefully lift up her hips and thrust in with all my might. To my satisfaction, she screams loudly in pleasure. I lay down on top of her and continue thrusting with my face close to hers. I see her face in agony, with her eyes turning all the way up at every new thrust. My life's longest foreplay has made me very sensitive, and soon her pussy overflows with my sperm. I continue fucking her for some minute after cumming, and then with my cock still inside her we look at each other and smile. I pull out and she sits up as I reach around and finger her creamed pussy. "Oops, did I do that?" she asks naughtily and points to a large cum stain on the bed linen where her pussy had been. "I don't know; maybe it was there before we came?", I answer.

I suggest we take a shower and she agrees. We take a hot shower and she gets a little needy and asks me if I think we will meet again. I answer that I'd LIKE us to meet again but I don't know, since I'm leaving the next day and she lives on another continent. We play around with drawing Greek letters in the condensation on the glass door. Eventually I enter her from behind and start to fuck her in the small space. I lift her by the hips for a better angle and gravity helps me thrust deep and hard up into her. She's screaming loudly again as I creampie her a second time. As I convulse and pant she turns around, smiles and asks if it felt good for me, because "it sure looks like it". We're now steaming hot from the long shower and proceed to rinse with colder water.

Due to all the procrastination it's now late, and I ride with her for awhile on the subway in her direction before we say goodbye.
 

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Back Home

Now that my cold has abated, I can at last start to go out again. The last two days were complete catastrophes: my approach anxiety was numbing, everything felt uncomfortable and the few girls I assaulted just sneered at me. My online game is perfect though, and a cool Dutch model contacted me on Bumble. Unfortunately she was just at the airport leaving, but we exchanged numbers and have been talking and sexting a lot since yesterday. She'll be back within a few months.

Today

Fantastic. I've been walking all afternoon, and I've seen lots of cute girls but approached no one. The few I tried to approach disappeared into stores. I feel crushed by familiarity. Every part of the scenery has been seen before, every corner harbors the memories of past approaches, successful or unsuccessful. I feel like a painter in front of a canvas completely full of figures and colours: there's no space for my creativity to grow. When I'm in a new city, I feel like every location is thirsty for new stories, that the very walls support me in my mission to enliven their quarter.

Allright, let's face the facts. For better or worse, I'm stuck in Stockholm until June 5th. I have created a schedule that will allow a lot of time for girls: I only mentor one high school student per week, and I'm only going to have one hard university course at a time, combined with lighter courses. I know I'm spoiled. I have almost five months during which I can spend practically every afternoon and weekend meeting women in a city which some experienced seducers hold as the world's foremost, and I'll have no early mornings, so there will be plenty of night game opportunities. I will take all my new tools, combine them with all the old determination and set to work on the old crowd in the old haunts. I shall begin anew, pretend that I'm once again the crazy virgin with nothing to lose. Go back to setting stupid goals and giving up on trying to be a fucking natural. If I don't approach five girls tomorrow I'll cut off my feet and become a monk. Even if the scenery is old and boring, the girls are (mostly) new, and they sure aren't boring. Phone numbers, direct dates: start racking them up.

Regarding cold approach outings:
1. I need to be more severe with myself with regard to warmup: my standards need to start out low, and rise in proportion to how much momentum I feel I have.
2. I need to act a tad bit faster
3. I need to seek out humiliation, remember that I'm nothing, my past success is nothing, every day is a new day, and every day I am Christ on Golgotha.
4. The golden rule: nothing matters compared to action.
5. Go to the club two times a week when it's still free. You've now been trying a couple of clubs, now try hitting Colosseum a lot, the club where you've consistently had the most friendly young girls of your type. Waste less time in bars; God knows you tried the local bars, and went there three times a week for months. Face the fact that girls who hang at bars are not generally your type, and the younger girls drink at home and hit the club directly.

Tempus fugit. Stop writing already and start acting.
A.
 

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Some recent thoughts on approaching:

1. Teen approach anxiety
Damn, I have once again some of that old approach anxiety regarding mid-teens, my favourite clique. Surely, I can understand why I have it: I have never dated a girl under 17 from street approach, even though I must have approached more than a hundred. It has never worked before, so I infer, erroneously, that it will not work again.

Two rational responses: i) In general: you improve, hence your chance of success with an arbitrary girl grows, so there's not much use looking at experiences from a long time ago. ii) Regarding specifically mid-teens there is, methinks, a set of sexually precocious Lolitas who will step up and actually sleep with the older men most young girls secretly adore (and of these, an even smaller set who doesn't give a fuck and would not only sleep with but even date that older guy). Hence, there are many more girls in this age range than older ones who will adamantly and categorically reject you, notwithstanding their attraction. In e.g. France, girls from this set go to the club (like Alizée did when she was 15), but in Fascist Sweden, this is out of the question.

In general, I know that approaching these girls is mostly very sweet; they will blush and stammer a thank you, and in a way that makes my day. So just fucking do it. It comes down to a very fundamental but not too often voiced condition: to day game you have to break the social contract, you have sever the connection between yourself and the web of norms that is your society, and be a completely free agent. Not until you've done this will you live day game. The only web you're moving in is the one you spin yourself as you move through life like a brush of white paint on a red fence. In a pretentious but deep sense, day game is creation in it's most provocative and life-affirming form.

Ah, France, what can I say. This is frequently what awaits the club goer. A medal well deserved.

2. Basics

Remember the basics, man! I know you're less nervous, but that doesn't mean the rules of day game which were handed down on the mount (from God to Chase?) do not apply to you. That means:
- Move physically fast! Approach before it's too late.
- Pre-open with a "hi!" before the compliment or you risk slipping into a drive-by.
- Ask her out on a high point and not at the "end": this is one of the first theses you learned, but still does not implement dependably.
- Fucking warm up and keep momentum. Sigh, I wish I didn't have to repeat these trivialities...

Allright, off to the club to meet some "old" teens...
A.
 

Alcman

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I have been and am feeling awesome lately, even though I've had close to zero results with women and only have a single lead (and I'm very much in love with her, so I have to keep my cool and cement my abundance mentality). I have started "lifting religiously" four days a week, as Chase once put it, which together with a house dance class once a week contributes massively. My studies are less encompassing this semester and I can hence dedicate quality time to work-out and not just "fit it in" at the end of the day.

Inspired by Tony's latest post, let's set some long- and short-term goals. First the long-term:

Me in a couple of years

  • What do you look like?

    Like I was sculpted by Michelangelo. I will have gained 5-6 kg of pure extra muscle to weigh around 70 kg, perfect for picking up (in both senses!) tiny girls and giving them all they want. Abdomen and legs will have been added to my list of strong points.

  • Where do you live?

    I am based somewhere on the continent, Italy or France, but am mobile and regularly bounce back to Stockholm to catch up with the ones I love.

  • Who do you bang?

    I will have gotten down a process for midteens, and am spending every night making mad passionate love to lucky fifteeners with rock-solid small buttocks and silky milky skin, penetrating them with a magic world-view that will stay in their hearts a lifetime. Through sheer force of will I have crafted my own norm-breaking world, where I can even have a LTRs with a little adorable monster, à la Luc Besson and Maïwenn Le Besco.

  • Who are your best friends?

    My friends are fellow artists, writers, scientists, life-hackers and Lotharios. Some of them are female. They all burn for and excel at what they do. Most of all, they are unplugged and lethal, they walk their own paths and respect mine. They all contribute to my life -- whether as a wingman, brainstormer or Maecenas -- and value my contribution to theirs.

  • What do you do all day? What do you do for work?

    I work when and where I want to, play when and where I want to. Whenever and wherever I sit down with my laptop, I am efficient and inspired. I will have developed some consulting jobs, including giving talks and workshops in areas tangential to philosophy. I have lots of time to phaze out, alone or with friends, and ponder the beauty of this dirty old universe. My singing skills will have caught up to my mean guitar picking.

Now for this week:

  • Get two phone numbers
  • Get an insta-date.

Cheerios,
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Alcman

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Weird night yesterday. Went to an electronic club to see DJ Damian Lazarus. Arrived crazy early and it was more or less only me and the technician there. Chatted with him and he gave me a free drink ticket which somewhat soothed the horribly inflated entrance fee. I started chatting about the concert with a guy called Alex, who introduced me to a large crew of ravers. They told me how they were going to take ecstasy and were quite friendly. Only girlfriends in the group, though.

I'm still painfully bad at dance floor game. I'm still averse to dancing up to girls more aggressively, because it feels desperate and like chasing, and if you're used to day game like I am, it's so deeply ingrained to efficient and never hang around where you're not obviously wanted. I hooked with a bland girl and we made out in the smoking area. Would have pulled to sex for the experience, but she disappeared after going to the bathroom. I'm definitely going to experiment more with dance floor game and being bolder and more crazy. I see clear growth potential.

Honestly I can't recall any girl from yesterday whom I found particularly attractive. Sadly, that's been my experience at most joints in Stockholm lately. I have three hypotheses as to why: i) I'm at home, so it's simply the effect of a certain business-as-usual mindset, ii) when you do a lot of day game, you get spoiled with hoards of pulchritudinous and charming girls, most of whom don't go out to bars and clubs a lot, and iii) the age-limits prevents almost the whole of my favourite demographic to even get inside.
 

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I worked out pretty late yesterday and ended up going out to the bar around nine thirty. Sausage fest mainly, but when I was about to head out and started up a couple of stairs a small and voluptuous brown skin teenager climbs downwards. She looks like a package of joy so I say "hola!" and beam at hear. She responds and I stop her and introduce myself. It's an awkward and tight space so we try to move a bit to the side. She's on her way to the toilet and -- like all the best girls at bars! -- she's sitting with some tight-knit gang of fellow bubble butts and wet-behind-the-ear choir boys with flushed cheeks and spaghetti arms (I'll never understand how young girls can stand young boys; I'm quite impressed).

Goddamn hard situation where you have to move fast and hard by gut instinct! I should have either invited her to take a drink and waited for her while she went to the john, or gone Dominus and asked if she was single and attempted a number close. It was an important experience -- at some bars these incidental meets is just about the only chance to meet the cream of the most locked in girls, who by the very same token are often the most anxious to meet you (because they're not meeting any new guys). I have to work on super-fast hooking, moving and closing.

Tomorrow the love of my life, miss V, is coming over. I dated her off Tinder two weeks ago, and she's just my type, and I think I'm hers. She's an art student at the hip high school on my street. This week she was off skiing but she's excited to come over after school tomorrow. We'll listen to music and have a good time :) Haven't been this excited (and hence a bit nervous) about meeting a girl since summer.

To feel less vulnerable I have been pressing myself to meet more girls this week. I met a cute girl who was basking in the sun yesterday, leaning against a wall. I slid up and locked in by her side, and opened contextually and followed up with a compliment. She grew up in the area, as I, so we had a lot in common and bonded well. Easy number close, warm hug and she answered my sms. So regarding the goal I set for myself for this week, I failed; only got one number out of two numbers and an instant date. On the other hand, I made more approaches than any other week since my new year in Paris. During the winter, it is probably better to set goals pertaining to approaches and showing up at night venues, rather than results.

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