Alcman's Odyssey Into Love

Alcman

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Friday Nightclub

Went to Slakthuset early. Outside I bump into three Polish girls who offer me vodka mixed with raspberries in a bottle. One of them, Sophia, lives here, the other two are only visiting. We go inside and I go to leave my jacket. I meet them again afterwards and we hit the dance floor. The place is still filling up. With the last dance lesson still in my feet, I feel good and enjoy my best dance feel yet. The music is great and Sophia is smiling at me. At moments where the music softens, I talk some in her ear and touch her soft warm body. She is in a tight black dress which compliments her admiringly. At a later time her friends are off and we dance together, touching side by side. The place fills up and she disappears, only to return with her coat on, telling me her friend got thrown out and that she has to leave. She's cute and needy, number closes me and kiss me on the lips. I contact her later when I'm on my way home, but she has already retired. I'll try to hook up with her when her friends have gone home.

Dance floor game, or "caveman game", is one of my hurdles, and an important one at that. When I'm on the dance floor I get into contact with that old insecurity and outcome dependence. It's still hard for me to just get very physical and aggressive with a girl without any IOI:s. The ironic thing is that part of it is a kind of misfiring seduction skillset; I'm so used to Sprezzatura and letting girl's breathe, that the thought of dancing onto them, cramping their space, is unnatural. I realize that to achieve a strong outcome independence I can't be irked by a potential sign of repulsion, can't let it shatter my mood and momentum.

Let's try dance floor game again tonight.
Over and out,
A.
 

Alcman

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Saturday Nightclub

Same start as last night, went to the club pretty early. Approached a French girl, Lea, and talked some. Then chatted with a techno freak on speed, Martin. Danced but no hooks. Later as I was resting I approached a nymphet, Cornelia, and was introduced to her sexy friends, just my type. As 18-year-olds they were quite singular in the place. I probably should have stuck with them harder, but they seemed very tight-knit and besides they were lightly chaperoned by a bigger brother (even though his pal was cool; when he accidentally came and interrupted my approach, he apologized and said "oh, so who were you hitting on?". The girls seemed kind of freaked out by the fact that I was out alone; maybe I should have lied? I haven't yet made up my mind about whether to own the fact or not when I'm out. Later on I was dancing with a drunk super sexy chic, and started being a bit physical when I was cock-blocked by a male acquaintance.

The important parts about yesterday: (1) for the first time ever going out alone, I stayed at the club from the time it opened until it closed! This is stupendous: it is one of the fundamental comfort zone goals I have been chasing for years. It means that I'm giving myself the resources to develop the night game skill sets; after all, you have to be there during the whole trajectory of the night to get a feeling for what to do and when. (2) As yesterday, I only had a single beer all night. This truly helps with maintaining a clear perception all night. When I'm out alone, drinking serves no social purpose. (3) Friday was the first time in Sweden I took a promising phone number from a girl at a nightclub.

All in all, what I have to work on, in both night and day game, is to be more pushy, persistent and close-prone. Looking back on the year I've been gaming, this is the one common mistake that stands out.

Here's to going all the way, all the time!
A.
 

ElderPrice

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Nice job! Congrats on the progress! One trick regarding saying if you're out alone or not: kill two birds with one stone by warming up. Open 20 people, THEN your night officially begins. Not only does this make interactions the rest of the night better, but if confronted with the "are you here alone?" question, you can say "I'm here with my friends!" and point to all you people you just met and befriended. I think an article or two here touched on this idea. Basically when you enter a venue, by opening everyone you befriend everyone. This warms you up and gives you tons of social proof. Like, as you're walking around the club you can re-open, or high five, or whatever with people you already met before and to anyone observing it'll look like you're Mr. Popular.
 

Alcman

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ElderPrice said:
Nice job! etc
Thanks! Yes, warming up is unbelievably important. I feel that one of the risks of having become a bit better at seduction is that I unwittingly cut down on the warm-up, since I know that I can accomplish things OK anyway, forgetting that the warm-up would make me unstoppable instead of OK. Good to know you're holding me accountable for my journal, haha!

Wednesday: Promising number and date with Sophia
Interesting day. Loafed around town for some hours without spotting any good sets, so I swerved back towards my home. Then, as often happens, just as I exit the subway on my stop I run into a cool chick in leather cap and matching leather jacket. I compliment her and it turns out she's an intelligent 17-y-o (as always, haha! It's really "my" age. Whenever I pick out girls at a long distance in a crowd, they're either 15 or 17) heading to a seminar on "how women have used the devil throughout history". Naturally we match and numberclose. She answered my sms:es excitedly and our date is set for Saturday.

In the evening I had a date with Sophia, the Polish girl I met at the nightclub Friday. We go for a beer in a cellar pub where they have an open blues jam. We make out and grope around a lot, and we have good kiss chemistry (interesting how you immediately know if you are sexually compatible with a girl the first second you kiss; it's like your mouths either fit or not). I get the impulse to pull her to the bathroom, but there are two guys sitting just by it, so we leave instead. She says she has to go home early etc., but obviously follows my lead. We walk over to my place and for the last stretch we hold hands.

I give her some water and she sits in my chair and I let her put on some music, as my usual process. We make out and grope more intensely than before. I try to take off her shirt, but she responds that it is a one piece, and that she doesn't want to take it off, so I take off my own shirt instead. When I unbutton my pants she tries to stop me, lol! But hey, I can whip out my dick in my own home whenever I want, and I do. She keeps saying she "won't have sex tonight", but I don't respond. She is noticeably very turned on dry riding my dick as we make out. I keep my hands inside her shirt and unbutton her bra, so I can fondle her breasts from inside her shirt.

I decide to push away after awhile, lift her up, throw her down on the bed and go take a glass of water. This succeeds in confusing her, and when I come back she can't keep from staring at my cock (silly girls!). That's definitely one of the most hilarious situations I know, when you look at a girl and she just can't keep the eye contact but has to brake it to look down on your cock. Hahaha! Girls have no training with regard to that, because few guys are bold enough to whip out their member early in the escalation.

She walks up against me and I can see the strain in her face, from trying to ignore the fact that I'm holding my cock in my hand. "I can't have sex tonight, and I really have to leave bla bla bla". I answer sarcastically, "Oh, really?". "Yeah, I'm not playing around". That makes me smile a lot. She goes to the bathroom and I put on some new music and relax on the bed. She comes out, puts on her jacket and shoes and come stand needily in the hallway, looking back at me, as so many LMR girls have done before her. She motions me to come to her. I say "au revoir" instead. She sighs "ok" and leaves.

I strayed from routine yesterday, I know, trying to pull on first date. On the other hand, we had amazing kino and I love taking action. Who knows, maybe she had sized me out for boyfriend and would have put up equal resistance on the second date. Anyway, I don't care anymore, since I wasn't enamoured with her.

As I sit and write this at the university library, I have a mounting fever. Guess I pushed myself hard for the last week, with double nightclubs, heavy workouts, day game and making out. Going for some rest, "live to fight another day".

A.
 

Alcman

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Reflections on a Failed Date

Saturday I met 17-y-o Linnéa from street game earlier in the week, notwithstanding a little fever. Many cafés were full so we ended up going on quite a tour before settling in. She had a strong will and felt immediately whether a place had her preferred ambience or not. Partly because I was sick and lazy, and partly because I haven’t had success lately with short dates, I broke protocol and we had an unusually long chat. I had sms contact with her yesterday, and it’s obvious she rejects me; she’s ”busy this week and the next”. Oh, well.

In hindsight, I see that she was possibly the kind of young girl who does not need to be ”comfort bombed” by an older date. Instead, I might have benefited from ramping up the sexual tension, teasing more and perhaps even pulled. In that, she reminds me of some of the rebellious teenage chicks I met in Italy; the most important part is to dominate and never be boring. I have to constantly remind myself that just because a girl is under 18 she’s not made of porcelain; there’s a spectrum of sensitivity in which I seem to forget the daring end. Let’s have that written down as one of my present goals, to try and recognize the daring kind of youngster.

So for the future: no long dates that do not end with a pull. More playfulness! Preferably involving physical interaction, like ”thumb wars”. I should have picked her up sometime when we were walking, godammit.

A.
 

Alcman

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Full and interesting day today. On the way to university, I see one of the best butts I’ve seen all year walking in front of me, hips a-swayin’. Before I have to time to think too much I stride up and open her with a compliment. She responds positively, but is in a hurry, so I close fast and ask if she’s single. She’s not. Breathtaking butt, though, which put me in a good mood. Just the thought that such a higher butt-plane exists is very exciting.

Sits and studies in the library for awhile. Noticed that a cute very thin brunette I’ve seen here lately rises up and leaves just as I’m about to leave too, so I hurry up. Catch up with her in the stairs and opens directly. She also responds positively surprised. She’s called Rebecca and I hook her quite immediately when it turns out she’s a Latin major, since I’m a student of classics and philosophy myself. I ask her what she’s reading right now, and she shows me some autobiographical text by Pierre Abelard, the medieval theologian who famously had his dick cut off by the relatives of a lover. ”If you know your medieval theologians”, she says as a kind of shit test as she pulls it out, which I do and hence pass. I ask if she’s single, get a yes and number close. Send her a funny sms just afterwards, which she responds to. Later in the day I try to schedule the date, but she’s travelling tomorrow so we’ll stay in touch next week.

Have nice lunch with friends, and then an appointment at the ophthalmologist. Turns out I’ll have to wear glasses for two weeks since my eyes are sore from contact lens overuse. Oh, well.

Afterwards I have an exciting date with Samara, the Arabian girl I street stopped last week. She has a very sexy round ass, dark eyes and beautiful face, with a kinky nose piercing. You can tell that she’s probably naughty in bed. I let myself be very bold with her, and I notice she responds very well to teasing. We sit close, thighs touching, and she let’s me touch her face and hair. She grows palpably excited, laughs alot and acts more and more girlishly. As I have to head to a student I’m coaching, she accompanies me even though she’s heading in the other direction, and acts cute and confused when we part. I get all the right signals from this girl, that she’s ready to be fucked next time. Can’t wait.

This day proves the importance of social momentum, all the way from the morning approach. Meeting girls though the day is the key to both happiness and success. I’ve said it before: morning game is fantastic, and something worth trying hard at every day.
 

Alcman

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Me and Mondays. Day of defeat. All the angles I’ve painstakingly thrown out during the last two weeks have now returned empty. When it rains it pours, as they say, and it seems like rejections regularly pile up and come all at once in a patch. Rejections are often fine, either if you’re starting out on a new journey or if you’ve got momentum. What knocks me out of balance is when the latest girls turn bad at the same time as my ongoing projects turn to nil.

Looking back, Stockholm has not been kind to me. The three lays I’ve had this year were all abroad, and in the last two months I’ve had no love at all, despite doing more varied game than ever. On an even larger scale, I’ve had four non-Tinder lays in Stockholm in total, and three abroad, despite making billions more approaches at home. Living and gaming in the place where you grew up just doesn’t seem to be worth it. I’m only counting lays here; with regard to good interactions, dates and even pulls, I’ve done fine here. I’m just glad that I’ve realized this so early, and that I have plans for how to incorporate living abroad into my life. I know many foreign men do great in Stockholm, but then they are abroad. Homo sapiens was not meant for staying put; this neolithic lifestyle is still new to us as a species. If it’s clinically tested that living abroad is tied to greater creativity, and creativity is the greatest factor in seduction, then this feeling I have makes a lot of sense.

On another note I suspect that something is off with my game. Hands down, I’ve only been doing this for a year, and I have a vague feeling that the women I meet can sense that. I can’t see any way out it except forward, though, and I think I’ve been fooling myself that I’m somehow out of beginner seducer’s hell. I’m living off dreams and ever more distant memories.
 

Alcman

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Dear diary,

I've been quiet here since I've been pouring my heart out in a private chat with kristian. Together we have posted and continue to post all our approaches in April and May in this document for anyone who wants to check if we're doing our homework! For April I landed at 62 approaches, and 13 numbers/pulls.
 

Alcman

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Hang on in there...
- *sigh* Maybe I should just quit and go back to making noodles...
- Don't quit! Noodles! Don't noodles!
(Kung Fu Panda)
I'm so glad there's just a few weeks left until I'm leaving Sweden. I'm trying to live day by day, but it's just so obvious how I could thrive abroad. There are the occasional breakthroughs, though. Last week I pulled a girl from social circle, i.e. my House dance class. She's featherweight and got drunk from two beers. Started flirting with me like mad, and I pulled the trigger. Horny as hell, she escalated fast, but with her legs spread apart and my cock on her pussy, it turned out that she was a virgin and she freaked out. She had the most amazingly sensitive body, especially the nipples. Even the softest nibble made her squirm.

We laid in bed for hours, and she made me cum on her, though I didn't orgasm because her handjob was too erratic. Eventually she got so horny she was riding my cock without putting it in. In the wee hours she went home; her mom was mad as hell, haha! I could have loved her, but she flaked three times in a row meeting again in the weekend, despite initial interest. So I think it's over. Today's the last dance class, but I'll skip it, not feeling like seeing her after the lack of respect she showed by flaking 15 minutes before three days in a row. There's a limit where magnanimity turns into neediness, and I don't want to cross it.

An older girl I picked up in the street has also been slippery. She studies business. I feel like this is the last time I'll put the least work into day gaming girls who are not teens; I can't stand that busy grown-up schedule, when I know that I probably won't even enjoy the reward that much.

I've gotten some more experience lately with approaching groups of girls on the street, which is satisfactory. I've put this as my improvement project. It all goes towards maximizing momentum when out; drought of multi-sets is considerably rare, while one often encounters situations and places where there just aren't any interesting loners at the moment.

Over and out,
A.
 

Alcman

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Paris - first two days

Some notes on the most problematic and interesting approaches:

Supersonic: Gamer girl

Opens a girl. When she bows out, a weird guy who seems to be from her group says that he and his friends are making a survey about whether your cock goes to the left or to the right or straight. Then a girl beside him opens me unusually directly, reaching out her hand introducing herself. We talk and I am quite physical with her, and tease her a lot. Eventually she says that some guy is her husband (obvious bullshit) and leave with him very rudely. I wonder what made her loose the initial interest. Maybe I should have numberclosed earlier and left, but I am loathe to make fast numbercloses during nightgame, as it has almost never worked.

Redhaired cutie in Boulogne, 16 yo Nasha

Florent and I exit le métro when we see her, long red hair, short top and a small bubble butt in tight white track pants. I run after her and open. She's one of the most pretty girls I've seen, charming face with stylish glasses. She's must be 16, since she claims to have two year left until her bac. Her sisters were blonde and brunette, and no parents or grandparents red! Said she was not single when I asked. Florent continues to insist that I stop asking this. I am going to try out following his advice (especially with younger girls) here, and stay alert to the results.
 

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Amsterdam: Nele, first 69

It's summer! Making my way from Stockholm towards Paris by train, I stopped in Copenhagen, Hamburg and Amsterdam. On the street in Amsterdam, I stumbled upon coy 22 yo Fräulein Nele [Neylö] of West German descent. She gladly accompanied me to the exhibition at Hermitage Amsterdam I was heading to, and joined me for tea afterwards. After chatting and sipping, we picked up a bottle of wine at a supermarket and settled on the roof terrace of a museum just by where she lived. It was then a smooth business for us to go up to her student room and very unhesitatingly make love.

The love-making was my most advanced to date. I started out making her cum with my mouth, then I'm pretty sure I gave her a cervical orgasm in adapted missionary, after which I pounded her hard in sandwich doggy until I came. Removing the condom, I suggested we go at it again, so she sucked my penis clean and we put on a new.

This time I started fucking her for quite long in the legs-over-shoulders missionary, a charming position indeed, and when we tired she got on top. After this I made her bend over her desk and fucked her there in front of her window which lets towards the street, which both distressed her and turned her on. She then cowgirled me in her chair, both facing and reversed. I believe I finished off in doggy again.

We rested and chatted, and she redressed. But her clothes were skimpy, with a short blue Manchester skirt and no bra underneath her sleeveless and short black-and-white top, so her supple body was constantly available for groping. Grinding and groping her standing by her desk I quickly grew hard again, and she started jerking my cock. We were out of condoms, so I suggested 69, which I'd never done. She ordered me to lay down and climbed on top. She started sucking me greedily and steadily, and did not waver when I started contracting. She continued sucking hard and tight as I exploded in her mouth, and without wasting a drop she continued sucking me as I hungrily ate her clitoris until she spasmically came so hard and repeatedly, she got nervous and lifted her butt out of reach. When I told her I loved eating her pussy, she complimented me and said I was so good at it; perhaps the best compliment I've ever gotten!

She asked for my number, but I forgot to take hers, so unfortunately I have not contacted her since we parted ways. This sex broke a dry spell for me that has lasted since early February, so it was well-needed. I feel this check-point calls for a recap of where I am today on my sexual journey. Here is a list of what I've experienced so far. (I'm not including pulls without at least manual sex.)

Name/description, age, date, kind of approach, kind of sex. Asterisk means no full cock-pussy penetration

  • 1*. American Grace, 18, summer 2017, beach approach, first beach date manual sex. I consider her my sexual awakening
    2. Elin, 32, winter 2018, street approach, second date lay
    3*. Swiss math girl, about my age, spring 2018, university approach, second date lay (she came directly to my place)
    4. Thaïs, 15, Saturday June 9th 2018, first date lay (she came directly to my place), turned my life upside down forever
    5. Mexican girl, about my age, September 2018, bar pull
    6. Scottish girl L, 26 (one year older than me), Friday October 6th 2018, bar pull (same bar)
    7*. German girl, twenties, Friday October 12th 2018, university pull, boobs play and handjob with cum on her stomach
    8. Iranian girl, ~20, Novemberish 2018, Tinder, direct sex
    9*. French Marie, 19, end of November-beginning of December 2018, street approach with direct date, oral sex and sleepover third date. First confirmed virgin
    10. Brazilian girl, ~22, December 2018, Tinder, second date lay
    11. French Mia, mid twenties, January 2nd 2019, club bathroom raw sex
    12. Korean-Jordanian Yasmeine from California, 23/24, January 5th 2019, street approach, first date lay
    13. Ukrainian Olga, 22, first met end of January, Tinder, sex first weekend in February after she invited me to visit her in Kiev
    14. German Nele in Amsterdam, 22, Friday June 14th, street approach, instant date sex. First 69!
I'm enjoying the ride and excitingly looking forward to what's next, especially what can happen once you have sex many times with the same woman. I'm also aching to go all the way with a virgin -- it's the last of the original sex goals I set for myself at the beginning of 2018.

For now, "...let the stream of my love sweep into unfrequented channels! How should a stream not finally find its way to the sea!"

A.
 

Alcman

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One year ago, I wrote
Last night at twenty four. "Twenty four and there's so much more", as Neil Young sang. My twenty fifth year has been the most important yet. It started out in the wake of Grace and ended in the bosom of Thaïs. In the fall I started small timid programs of approaching girls every day on my way to my morning Physics seminars, and in November I started a journal on GirlsChase, which introduced me to Kristian and ajay, and served to finalize my goals. The critical turning point didn't come, though, until the program I set for Winter break, of full time approaching every day for the whole break. I still remember how majestic and awful the task seemed, how nervous but excited I was. And though it payed off in the form of two dates and one lay, the greatest return was to have firmly crushed a barrier of comfort. From then on, my will was cast in iron. Through the long dark winter months I spent almost every afternoon and every weekend in the malls, after working up my heat with a coffee, walking to and fro in my coat or fur-lined leather jacket, dueling with approach anxiety time and time and time again. Then nothing happened for quite some time. I got IOI:d and met fifteen year old Alexandra, the youngest girl I ever interacted with, but I confused her. I had an instant date with a cute 16-year-old, and even a failed follow-up. Ebba symbolized the initiatory crest of my deepest personal program; now, when I had no problem meeting women in general, I could start meeting the subset of girls who really made up my dreams, my passion. And with Thaïs I have shown to myself that my ultimate gratification is not just a dream or chimaera, but something I can do, that the me I adore the most is something I can, and am already beginning to be. Who could ask for more motivation for a new year?
Now I'm 26, and it's time to gather my thoughts again. I'm back in Paris with new premises. During the fall and winter, I finally mastered night game anxiety and got used to sex. The former meant that I established habits of going out alone every weekend, and eventually being rather comfortable doing so, the latter that I no longer suffer from erectile problems and that I am confident with regard to getting ladies off.

My "professional life" has also reached an important checkpoint. I'm quite done with undergraduate studies, and will write a master thesis. What happens next, when and where I'll apply for graduate studies God knows. Or maybe he doesn't. The point is that I am at a crucial point in my life.

Wednesday I had sex with a 22yo Italian girl from OKCupid who wanted some side action relief from her boyfriend. It was the most intensely orgasmic sex I've given a woman, but it left me quite cold. It just keeps getting clearer and clearer that it's just not worthwhile for me to be with girls that old. Sure, it's useful training, but a sadness keeps nagging me about me not living my best life. Sigh, I guess you can't choose your sexuality, one just has to learn to play with cards one is dealt. Some of us are dealt harder hands: for sure, life in the Western world is a breeze if your fetish is 22-year-olds rather than 15. On the other hand, I wouldn't want to change anything. My sexuality is deeply tied to my general esthetics, to my passions and life philosophy. The altar of youth is also the altar of creativity and antediluvian freedom. The ephebephile is doomed to walk his own path, for better or worse, because there is no map for him to follow, no beaten life trajectory. And one can only keep as close friends the most open-minded of men.

I have tracked down a club here in Paris known for virtually only catering to minors. It is called "Les Planches", and it might very well be the arena where I take my night game to the next level. Tonight I'm going for a first scouting.

A.
 

Alcman

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Dear diary,

It's been an intense summer. I have lived so much that I've barely had time to write, which is a change compared to last summer when I basically lived in my journal. In a way it also has to do with the fact that last summer constituted a first step for me: my first time living abroad for two months, my first time in Paris and Italy. That was the scout. Now I've taken the giant leap and have moved to Paris for six months.

It's quite charming how the three girls I've slept with this summer represent all the domains of game: one from day game (in Amsterdam), then one from online then one from the club. Nevertheless, I've had striking bad luck with my day game in Paris, and definitely over a hundred approaches have led to but a single date. On the other hand I've gotten around 15 numbers (I might have deleted some), of which a majority answered and at least four are still active and seem promising (Claire and Elise from the métro, Berenice from the street, Ashley on the airplane in the US). Berenice is quite a story of her own though, since she's a wonderful young teen in my favourite demography, and if I get to dating her, it'd be a revolution. And Claire, who lives close to me, might be down for a coffee date today.

I guess this latency is to be expected from normal game in a new Western culture. This is no sex tourism: I'm slowly getting to learn the language and coutumes which make it all smoother. Some time or other I'm going to try a stint in some place like the Philippines or South America just to get the abundance mentality, but that's not now. After all, you should learn to swim before you hit the bubble pool...

If there's something that needs changing a bit, it's the demography I work. I ought to add more tourists and expats by doing game at the bars they patronize. I mean, that's exactly what "Grand Master" did, picking up American tourists at bars in Paris, and his nickname was not for nought. Overall, I've completely lost my bar game here, because the average french terrasse doesn't allow much game. I have thus to find the joints which allow for more classic fluent bar game.

That's all for now,
A.
 

Alcman

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Time to update the ol' catalog:

Name/description, age, date, kind of approach, kind of sex. Asterisk means no full cock-pussy penetration

  • 1*. American Grace, 18, summer 2017, beach approach, first beach date manual sex. I consider her my sexual awakening
    2. Elin, 32, winter 2018, street approach, second date lay
    3*. Swiss math girl Ava, about my age, spring 2018, university approach, second date lay (she came directly to my place)
    4. Thaïs, 15, Saturday June 9th 2018, first date lay (she came directly to my place), turned my life upside down forever
    5. Mexican girl, about my age, September 2018, bar pull
    6. Scottish girl L, 26 (one year older than me), Friday October 6th 2018, bar pull (same bar)
    7*. German girl, twenties, Friday October 12th 2018, university pull, boobs play and handjob with cum on her stomach
    8. Iranian girl, ~20, Novemberish 2018, Tinder, direct sex
    9*. French Marie, 19, end of November-beginning of December 2018, street approach with direct date, oral sex and sleepover third date. First confirmed virgin
    10. Brazilian girl, ~22, December 2018, Tinder, second date lay
    11. French Mia, mid twenties, January 2nd 2019, club bathroom raw sex
    12. Korean-Jordanian Yasmeine from California, 23/24, January 5th 2019, street approach, first date lay
    13. Ukrainian Olga, 22, first met end of January, Tinder, sex first weekend in February after she invited me to visit her in Kiev
    14. German Nele in Amsterdam, 22, Friday June 14th, street approach, instant date sex. First 69!
NEW

  • 15. Lucia, 22, Wednesday July 3rd, OKCupid, two throatpies and orgasmic sex with one ass dip ("you're hurting me!").
    16. French/immigrant chick, 22-ish, July, drunk club game (SS), fast cream, then manual squirt (yew...)
    17. Crazy French oldie, ??, September, subway she-approach, came and fled (lol!)
    18*. Fille salopette Léa, 20, September 18th, by the quai de Seine in front of Notre-Dame, stayed virgin but lots of foreplay and handjob
    19. Margeaux, 19, September 28th, Tinder, sex but neither of us came
 

Alcman

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The journey continues. I think it's time for me to start journaling more. I've fooled myself into thinking I could take a pause from the technical side. Shame on me! From now on, I'm thinking of this as a vocation again.

[ Sees a girl outside through the window of Starbucks ]

The motto is action goes before talk. Just saw a girl with the unmistakable look of wanting to meet someone. Her name was Coline and she was from Hannover. We went for icecream and she was one of the most cultured girls I ever met! Music, philosophy, literature... Almost like a joke. Asked if I could kiss her, but I couldn't and then she went to catch a train out of Paris.

I'm on the point of concluding that day game doesn't really work with teenagers in this part of the West. It seems like girls here don't realize the potential of hooking up during the day until they are 20-ish. Probably just me though. In Italy it was very different, due to how teenagers are treated more like grownups and how the street is more of an active and normal arena for new encounters. Again, I assume it's mostly just my skewed perspective.

Since my only really memorable success came from night game, I guess day game has yet to prove itself to me, so to speak. There's a difference between reading about how awesome results you can get, and internalizing it through experience. Knowledge by description or knowledge by acquaintance.

I honestly don't know whether I should keep pushing for getting my favourite girls on the street, or whether I'm just getting myself burned out, whether the circumstances really don't allow for it. Given that even the extremely unusual 15-yo Bérénice, who dated me and seemed super into me has now mysteriously disappeared into flaking and ghosting, one may wonder who is up for the task. Maybe I'm an anachronism and I'm simply asking the impossible of the modern world. Maybe Jeff Epstein knew the only viable path to get nymphets in this day and age is money. I'd like to think otherwise. I (want to?) believe in seduction and love.

Anyway, the first step is to get laid more. Not getting laid makes your brain weird. Hence I'm going into a strict night game regime. I'm going to explore new places, learn where to go which days. And I'm going to practice sex talk, being more sexually direct, and asking girls home consistently.
 

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What a week! Barring my new year’s sprawl last January, I’ve never had so much success. It seems that the rather weary tone of my last post was a sign of the katharsis that heralds a new breakthrough.

Sophie

This French chick I street approached near the university in september and dated two times, finally decided she wanted it and came over to my place. We made out on the first date, so the second date was a platonic damage control or push-pull push, making her image of me more complex. The sex was notable in several ways. On our second go, after two sessions of cunnilingus and one fuck, I was desensitized enough to get right down to it and just fuck her almost as deep and hard as I could in adapted missionary. She quickly became wild and as she had her first orgasm she begged me to cum and it was all so overwhelmingly sexy that Ι had the strongest orgasm of my life. I actually regard it as the only worthwhile orgasm I ever had not wanking off.

It made for very powerful bonding between us and I thought of Chase’s article on mutual orgasm and learning to release the troops at the right time. Nothing beats cock-in-pussy mutual orgasm, and it is a skill well worth working my ass off to perfect. And it is important that I get some experience where I truly enjoy sex myself, too. A lot of it has to do with me enjoying and being attracted to Sophie more than all but one of the girls I have slept with. The day after she sent me a message excitedly thanking me for the evening and urging me to “let her know if I want us to do that again”. I’m meeting her again tomorrow and I’m going to take the opportunity to practice as much as I can.

Truly, truly, the impact and importance of having sex cannot be overestimated. As Chase has said, men in general have way to little sex, and I’m a living testament. And the crazy thing is how FUNDAMENTAL the change is; not only have I done way better with girls, being non-needy and genuinely empathetic like never before, but I’ve also done the best work I’ve done for a month, getting out of the cul-de-sac I was in with regard to my thesis.

The day after I went to the club and picked up literally the second girl I talked to, less than half an hour of arriving. We talked for a minute or two, then made out like crazy. I asked in her ear whether she ever had sex in a public place and suggested we do it in the bathroom. She answered that she’d prefer us to do it at her place, so we did that. (Her name was Marion and she came from a hell of a small town with the weird name Chamboeuf — “beef field’’. She lived faar out in the ‘burbs. We rode on the train for like an hour together with her friends, who seemed to be totally uninterested in their friend hooking up — quite interesting.)

The day after I went on one of the most magical dates ever with the Israeli Arab Lara, and I’ve never felt as non-needy. She came to my place, but no sex (she had menstrual pain and had to leave).

Thoughts

I have now only to keep up the momentum. The last days I’ve noticed a tendency to not bother approaching due to being satisfied. This in turn has led to the growth of approach anxiety. This tendency must be broken! To thrive I must be able to have regular sex AND regular approaches.

I also have a new date with my crush Bérénice! It’s like my new state of mind is sending out signals all over. I met her at the end of June, and we had our first date first week of september. Since then we haven’t met, and I honestly thought it was over. I kept my calm, though, and it turns out she’s just so non-needy that she can like me a lot and not meet me. Those midteens, they teach me a lot about life...
 

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Approached a chick in the subway station today. Said her name was “Victoire” (which, naturally, means Victory in French, like Victoria in Latin and Spanish). She was friendly, but exhibited clear deer-in-the-headlights behavious and I didn’t get her. It all felt highly allegorical. I’m nibbling at Victory and she’s not spurning me anymore, but only once in a while does she show me her tuft of hair. I am, so to speak, allowed into her court but not yet her steady paramour. I’m allowed to throw in a quick fuck now and then, but it’s not my cunt. Machiavelli said that one must treat Fate (Fortuna) like a woman and force her into submission, and what is Victory but the outcome of having properly subdued Fate. How does one subdue her? By preparing for the unexpected! And what better way to prepare for the unexpected than to establish habits. From a practical point of view, only habits exist. What is done but sporadically, could just as well not have been done (of course, the first time is important for forming the barebones conception and dropping any idealistic yarns your brain might have been spinning; cf. losing your virginity).
 
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