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I started my New Year’s celebration during the day by mixing in some-day game while I was shopping. There were a ton of people on the streets in this neighborhood, even though it was cold. It felt like I was missing 100 girls for every one that I actually opened. I ultimately didn’t get into the carefree, IDGAF mentality that is a factor for success in these types of fast-paced environments.
I was mainly relying on the “are you single opener” because it’s an easy one and allows me to focus on other factors in the approach.
1
Punk girl 1 – she literally ignored my single opener and then kept walking.
2
Punk girl 2 – also ignored the opener.
2 sisters in bathroom line at Starbucks
I complimented the tall, pretty sister. She expressed gratitude genuinely. I then asked them how they knew each other and where they were from. Then it became awkward and I didn’t know what to say, so went silent.
Marisa in coffee shop
Went to an a fair-trade coffee shop and a cute artsy blonde gave me an IOI with her eyes as she was leaving the sugar station. I lost track of her but then was happy to see her as I sat down at a little table. She was standing at an empty bar this coffee shop had not doing anything (I figured she’s either waiting to get something or waiting for someone). Finally, I approached with a compliment.
Somehow we get on the topic of talking about how much of a snob she is with literature, books and movies. Somehwere along in this short convo, I realize how hot she is. She's got that sexy librarian look down to a pat, which I didn't recognize initially. This thread about pretentiousness ends and I feel like I should introduce another topic. Alas, I pause for 5 seconds or so and she excuses herself to continue reading:
We both remain at the bar, with but one seat separating us. I fidget with my phone and get out a book and pretend I'm deeply engrossed in it. She keeps standing, sipping her coffee and reading. A rare bird!
All the while, I'm thinking how I should proceed next. Twenty minutes must have passed. Finally, I start gathering my belongings and say:
My main error was not being quick on the feet in introducing another conversational thread. If that had gone well, there's a higher likelihood she would have agreed to a walk had I asked without a break in the conversation.
5
Compliment opener to a girl checking out t-shirts in a clothing store. We exchange names but she turns out to be a high-schooler.
6
Blonde girl, not single
7 - Irish milf
Walking past another cafe, I notice a lady sitting at the bar counter people-watching through the window. Our eyes briefly meet. I decide to go in and compliment her.
I got flustered because she was older than I had initially thought. I completely pussied out. Here was an Irish milf alone on New Year's Eve in a coffee shop. The adventure I could have had.....
8
I actually came back to the same cafe the Irish lady was at later and noticed a sophisticated pretty woman working on her laptop intently. I was intrigued but didn't approach directly. Finally, after psyching myself out over the course of 10 minutes, I opened. It seemed there was a live video conference on her laptop when I approached, so it was awkward. She was studying for the MCATs and wasn't interested.
9
A lady in NYE party garb on the street
10
Girl is sitting on steps and texting
She ignores me and goes back to her phone.
At this point, it's already around 9:30 PM and I'm starting to get nervous and self-conscious. I was supposed to meet with a guy who I met while traveling last week. However, he's been invited to some other party that costs more than I'd like to pay. He's a bit tipsy and isn't explaining the logistics well over the phone.
As I'm walking around the city, I keep seeing either couples having romantic dinners or groups of women decked out in party dresses and heels. Did I mention it's frickin cold!?
I start to get into my head about my ex (scarcity mentality) and the sad prospect that this will be a shitty New Year's celebration. Also, I kept drinking tea before and so I keep having to go to the bathroom every 20 minutes. Except there's nowhere to piss, so I'm in a tight spot.
I thought singing a couple of songs at a karaoke bar would be a good emotional release. I passed a venue earlier on, but it was dead. This time, luckily, there are quite a bit of people.
I walk in and there's a good vibe there. A couple does a NYE cheers with me. The guy to my right is friendly and is actually a talented singer (rare for karaoke, he's a regular here). I'm relaxing, sipping on my oolong-cha (gotta love these Asian-run karaoke places for serving oolong, the way it should be!) and picking songs out of the catalogue. I'm still waiting for my friend to tell me the details about the party he's going to. It's now around 10:30. He's stalling.
I notice two girls at the far end of the bar, but get nervous approaching them. At a certain point, a black girl about 5 seats away from me gives me a heavy eye-fuck approach invitation, with primping hair and all. I linger for a bit, deciding whether I should go for it. She has an OK face, but she's fat. Then I remember Anatman's recommendation about taking late-night scraps and learning from them. There were no other immediate prospects and it was nearly 11 PM. The worst that could happen is I would get to laugh at myself for being with a fat girl on NYE.
I approach and she's friendly as expected. After the initial banter, she starts asking me what I'm up to and where I'm gonna meet New Years. I tell her about my friend and then the original plan he and I had to go to a small intimate club. She says she'd like to join. I nod nonchalantly and then get back to my seat.
A group of 4 blondes arrive. Two of them are picking out songs from the book and two are chatting. It takes me some time to identify which one I like the most. The one I focus on is slender, model-style with small breasts. She's wearing a dress with perhaps no bra that's revealing of her back. Very sexy. I get into my head regarding how I should approach them and ultimately don't do anything.
It's now 11 and there still no word from my friend regarding the club. Monica, the black girl asks me what I'm doing. I tell her I'm going to the small club (original plan). She tells me she'll join and says "don't leave without me" (which of course prompts me to consider leaving without her).
She says goodbye to her friends and we walk out. We catch a cab. She sits a bit away from me. I say, "don't be a stranger". She scoots closer and we begin making out. I tease her a bit by ending the kissing and making her invest. She's got these luscious lips that make me wonder how they would be on my member..
I parked my car earlier in the day about half a block from the club. As soon as we get out, she starts to ask me where we're going. I evade the answer. We come up to my car and I say:
I really didn't give a shit if she was gonna go to the club or even leave. I start playing with my phone and notice her fidgeting with her phone in the frigid cold. After about a minute, I open the door to say:
She finally goes in. She's a little bit upset, but not overly so. I made the mistake of sitting in the driver's seat instead of the backseat. We begin to make out and I start feeling her ass and touching her pussy through her pants. She's enjoying this, although also a little bit wary, as there are pedestrians from time to time. We're in a Latin neighborhood, and there's bachata and salsa blasting from parties around us. Fuck yea, how random is this, making out with a fat black chick 30 minutes before the New Year arrives. Couldn't help but laugh at myself.
It wasn't that comfortable because the car's parking stick was between us. I end our makeout session and say we should go to the club. There's a $20 cover and she lets me pay first, perhaps expecting me that I'll cover her (I don't).
We go in and it's pretty tame, but this is club has a nice vibe. We sit at the bar and order a drink. I get a little bit nervous trying to figure out how I get her to pay for her half. Ultimately I just pay for us both and say that the next one is on her (which never actually came). It's nice being with a girl 10 minutes before New Year's. Surprisingly, this club is so too-cool-for-school that the DJ doesn't even interrupt the track when the clock strikes 12. Monica gets free champagne from the bartender and then we move to some couches. She's lying on her back with her head in my lap and is starting to become needy, asking me to kiss her. I'm tall, and it's a pain in the ass for me to bend my torso to do that. Also, I start to eye the thin artsy girls in the club. Monica's caressing my thigh and succeeding in making me horny.
There are 4 djs playing until 8 AM at this club and we can come back, so I say.
She protests a bit but eventually agrees and I lead. On the drive, she must have asked me where we're going 5 times. This agitated me a bit, but I kept cool. I also had been using chase frames with her, which set a good vibe, because she kept calling me a "little shit" in disbelief.
I read a good discussion about car escalation on the boards, and had planned out some excellent points with nice views of the city. I park under what is probably one of the top 20 architectural landmarks in the US. There's an excellent view of the city. She is amazed (it helped she was visiting from out of town). I quickly exit and sit in the backseat after parking.
She puts up some resistance but finally caves in. As she's getting in she says "We're not having sex in the backseat". I smiled inside as I heard that.
"Who said anything about sex?", I say playing dumb.
I escalate and she's breathing heavily. I have her expose one of her tits and lick it and then finger her a little bit. Eventually, I get her to give me a handjob, which she's good at. I can barely control myself from ejaculating. I definitely could have taken her pants off when I was on top of her and went for full penetration. But really, I was wary that I was gonna lose my erection if I saw her completely naked. LOL!!
So, I just decided to settle for a handjob, which she turned out to be good at. She eventually starts giving me a blowjob. But, she's half-assing it by holding my member with her entire palm and only putting in the tip into her mouth. I take her head and try to throat-fuck her, but she starts gagging. And here, very quickly, I inadvertently cum and shoot sperm onto the car seat. I actually put a sheet under us, but it got crumpled up, and so the fountain went right on the seat. Fun times.
I was a bit disappointed that she didn't swallow my cum and actually kept jerking me after I came. But I didn't want to create a scene or become aggressive, so I just let it go.
We cleaned up and as is par for the course for men, I lost any inkling of attraction I had for her. I took her to a couple of more spots with views of the city from different angles. She was giddy from the opportunity to check out these places off the beaten path. And she continued to ask me to kiss her from time-to-time. Needy girls!
We get back to the club, and are a little bit more people here, but not too many. I was once again thinking how I could meet more chicks, but didn't figure out a tactful way to do so. The DJ was lame, so we eventually left. On the way to the train station, the Big Sean I Don't Fuck With You song that RDawg mentioned in his recent FR comes up on the radio. "That's exactly how I feel!", I thought to myself. And Monica is of course singing the lyrics. The paradoxes of life!
I dropped Monica off at the train station, Heading home, I felt a sense of abundance and also of slow, persistent progress.
There is lots to contemplate about from this night out:
1. As cliche as it sounds, reading about how women loathe being chased and being in their shoes when someone is chasing you are very different. It really puts things into perspective!
2. I didn't care about the outcome with her. My playfulness and teasing were calibrated as a result.
3. In the course of the convo, I found out about Monica's life, job, etc. She wasn't stupid, but for some reason, we didn't make a real connection. Was it because she was fat that I couldn't make myself be truly interested in her? If she was slender, would I delude myself into believing that she's a cool chick? Just because a girl is thin, I'm more inclined to chase....? This type of knee-jerk response seems quite superficial if you think about it.
4. I didn't last long when she was getting me off. Maybe it was just the excitement of escalating in a car, or maybe she was a good with a handjob (not all are). I have been doing Kegel exercises, but am not sure whether they have helped.
5. It was very interesting to observe how my emotions changed after she satisfied me and I became completely disinterested. After all, this outcome is something women fear.
6. I had a weak frame with my inability to show her that I wanted to have fun and meet other girls - she was being clingy, asking me to kiss her, etc.
All in all, an epic beginning to the New Year! Fun times.
I was mainly relying on the “are you single opener” because it’s an easy one and allows me to focus on other factors in the approach.
1
Punk girl 1 – she literally ignored my single opener and then kept walking.
2
Punk girl 2 – also ignored the opener.
2 sisters in bathroom line at Starbucks
I complimented the tall, pretty sister. She expressed gratitude genuinely. I then asked them how they knew each other and where they were from. Then it became awkward and I didn’t know what to say, so went silent.
Marisa in coffee shop
Went to an a fair-trade coffee shop and a cute artsy blonde gave me an IOI with her eyes as she was leaving the sugar station. I lost track of her but then was happy to see her as I sat down at a little table. She was standing at an empty bar this coffee shop had not doing anything (I figured she’s either waiting to get something or waiting for someone). Finally, I approached with a compliment.
Somehow we get on the topic of talking about how much of a snob she is with literature, books and movies. Somehwere along in this short convo, I realize how hot she is. She's got that sexy librarian look down to a pat, which I didn't recognize initially. This thread about pretentiousness ends and I feel like I should introduce another topic. Alas, I pause for 5 seconds or so and she excuses herself to continue reading:
We both remain at the bar, with but one seat separating us. I fidget with my phone and get out a book and pretend I'm deeply engrossed in it. She keeps standing, sipping her coffee and reading. A rare bird!
All the while, I'm thinking how I should proceed next. Twenty minutes must have passed. Finally, I start gathering my belongings and say:
My main error was not being quick on the feet in introducing another conversational thread. If that had gone well, there's a higher likelihood she would have agreed to a walk had I asked without a break in the conversation.
5
Compliment opener to a girl checking out t-shirts in a clothing store. We exchange names but she turns out to be a high-schooler.
6
Blonde girl, not single
7 - Irish milf
Walking past another cafe, I notice a lady sitting at the bar counter people-watching through the window. Our eyes briefly meet. I decide to go in and compliment her.
I got flustered because she was older than I had initially thought. I completely pussied out. Here was an Irish milf alone on New Year's Eve in a coffee shop. The adventure I could have had.....
8
I actually came back to the same cafe the Irish lady was at later and noticed a sophisticated pretty woman working on her laptop intently. I was intrigued but didn't approach directly. Finally, after psyching myself out over the course of 10 minutes, I opened. It seemed there was a live video conference on her laptop when I approached, so it was awkward. She was studying for the MCATs and wasn't interested.
9
A lady in NYE party garb on the street
10
Girl is sitting on steps and texting
She ignores me and goes back to her phone.
At this point, it's already around 9:30 PM and I'm starting to get nervous and self-conscious. I was supposed to meet with a guy who I met while traveling last week. However, he's been invited to some other party that costs more than I'd like to pay. He's a bit tipsy and isn't explaining the logistics well over the phone.
As I'm walking around the city, I keep seeing either couples having romantic dinners or groups of women decked out in party dresses and heels. Did I mention it's frickin cold!?
I start to get into my head about my ex (scarcity mentality) and the sad prospect that this will be a shitty New Year's celebration. Also, I kept drinking tea before and so I keep having to go to the bathroom every 20 minutes. Except there's nowhere to piss, so I'm in a tight spot.
I thought singing a couple of songs at a karaoke bar would be a good emotional release. I passed a venue earlier on, but it was dead. This time, luckily, there are quite a bit of people.
I walk in and there's a good vibe there. A couple does a NYE cheers with me. The guy to my right is friendly and is actually a talented singer (rare for karaoke, he's a regular here). I'm relaxing, sipping on my oolong-cha (gotta love these Asian-run karaoke places for serving oolong, the way it should be!) and picking songs out of the catalogue. I'm still waiting for my friend to tell me the details about the party he's going to. It's now around 10:30. He's stalling.
I notice two girls at the far end of the bar, but get nervous approaching them. At a certain point, a black girl about 5 seats away from me gives me a heavy eye-fuck approach invitation, with primping hair and all. I linger for a bit, deciding whether I should go for it. She has an OK face, but she's fat. Then I remember Anatman's recommendation about taking late-night scraps and learning from them. There were no other immediate prospects and it was nearly 11 PM. The worst that could happen is I would get to laugh at myself for being with a fat girl on NYE.
I approach and she's friendly as expected. After the initial banter, she starts asking me what I'm up to and where I'm gonna meet New Years. I tell her about my friend and then the original plan he and I had to go to a small intimate club. She says she'd like to join. I nod nonchalantly and then get back to my seat.
A group of 4 blondes arrive. Two of them are picking out songs from the book and two are chatting. It takes me some time to identify which one I like the most. The one I focus on is slender, model-style with small breasts. She's wearing a dress with perhaps no bra that's revealing of her back. Very sexy. I get into my head regarding how I should approach them and ultimately don't do anything.
It's now 11 and there still no word from my friend regarding the club. Monica, the black girl asks me what I'm doing. I tell her I'm going to the small club (original plan). She tells me she'll join and says "don't leave without me" (which of course prompts me to consider leaving without her).
She says goodbye to her friends and we walk out. We catch a cab. She sits a bit away from me. I say, "don't be a stranger". She scoots closer and we begin making out. I tease her a bit by ending the kissing and making her invest. She's got these luscious lips that make me wonder how they would be on my member..
I parked my car earlier in the day about half a block from the club. As soon as we get out, she starts to ask me where we're going. I evade the answer. We come up to my car and I say:
I really didn't give a shit if she was gonna go to the club or even leave. I start playing with my phone and notice her fidgeting with her phone in the frigid cold. After about a minute, I open the door to say:
She finally goes in. She's a little bit upset, but not overly so. I made the mistake of sitting in the driver's seat instead of the backseat. We begin to make out and I start feeling her ass and touching her pussy through her pants. She's enjoying this, although also a little bit wary, as there are pedestrians from time to time. We're in a Latin neighborhood, and there's bachata and salsa blasting from parties around us. Fuck yea, how random is this, making out with a fat black chick 30 minutes before the New Year arrives. Couldn't help but laugh at myself.
It wasn't that comfortable because the car's parking stick was between us. I end our makeout session and say we should go to the club. There's a $20 cover and she lets me pay first, perhaps expecting me that I'll cover her (I don't).
We go in and it's pretty tame, but this is club has a nice vibe. We sit at the bar and order a drink. I get a little bit nervous trying to figure out how I get her to pay for her half. Ultimately I just pay for us both and say that the next one is on her (which never actually came). It's nice being with a girl 10 minutes before New Year's. Surprisingly, this club is so too-cool-for-school that the DJ doesn't even interrupt the track when the clock strikes 12. Monica gets free champagne from the bartender and then we move to some couches. She's lying on her back with her head in my lap and is starting to become needy, asking me to kiss her. I'm tall, and it's a pain in the ass for me to bend my torso to do that. Also, I start to eye the thin artsy girls in the club. Monica's caressing my thigh and succeeding in making me horny.
There are 4 djs playing until 8 AM at this club and we can come back, so I say.
She protests a bit but eventually agrees and I lead. On the drive, she must have asked me where we're going 5 times. This agitated me a bit, but I kept cool. I also had been using chase frames with her, which set a good vibe, because she kept calling me a "little shit" in disbelief.
I read a good discussion about car escalation on the boards, and had planned out some excellent points with nice views of the city. I park under what is probably one of the top 20 architectural landmarks in the US. There's an excellent view of the city. She is amazed (it helped she was visiting from out of town). I quickly exit and sit in the backseat after parking.
She puts up some resistance but finally caves in. As she's getting in she says "We're not having sex in the backseat". I smiled inside as I heard that.
"Who said anything about sex?", I say playing dumb.
I escalate and she's breathing heavily. I have her expose one of her tits and lick it and then finger her a little bit. Eventually, I get her to give me a handjob, which she's good at. I can barely control myself from ejaculating. I definitely could have taken her pants off when I was on top of her and went for full penetration. But really, I was wary that I was gonna lose my erection if I saw her completely naked. LOL!!
So, I just decided to settle for a handjob, which she turned out to be good at. She eventually starts giving me a blowjob. But, she's half-assing it by holding my member with her entire palm and only putting in the tip into her mouth. I take her head and try to throat-fuck her, but she starts gagging. And here, very quickly, I inadvertently cum and shoot sperm onto the car seat. I actually put a sheet under us, but it got crumpled up, and so the fountain went right on the seat. Fun times.
I was a bit disappointed that she didn't swallow my cum and actually kept jerking me after I came. But I didn't want to create a scene or become aggressive, so I just let it go.
We cleaned up and as is par for the course for men, I lost any inkling of attraction I had for her. I took her to a couple of more spots with views of the city from different angles. She was giddy from the opportunity to check out these places off the beaten path. And she continued to ask me to kiss her from time-to-time. Needy girls!
We get back to the club, and are a little bit more people here, but not too many. I was once again thinking how I could meet more chicks, but didn't figure out a tactful way to do so. The DJ was lame, so we eventually left. On the way to the train station, the Big Sean I Don't Fuck With You song that RDawg mentioned in his recent FR comes up on the radio. "That's exactly how I feel!", I thought to myself. And Monica is of course singing the lyrics. The paradoxes of life!
I dropped Monica off at the train station, Heading home, I felt a sense of abundance and also of slow, persistent progress.
There is lots to contemplate about from this night out:
1. As cliche as it sounds, reading about how women loathe being chased and being in their shoes when someone is chasing you are very different. It really puts things into perspective!
2. I didn't care about the outcome with her. My playfulness and teasing were calibrated as a result.
3. In the course of the convo, I found out about Monica's life, job, etc. She wasn't stupid, but for some reason, we didn't make a real connection. Was it because she was fat that I couldn't make myself be truly interested in her? If she was slender, would I delude myself into believing that she's a cool chick? Just because a girl is thin, I'm more inclined to chase....? This type of knee-jerk response seems quite superficial if you think about it.
4. I didn't last long when she was getting me off. Maybe it was just the excitement of escalating in a car, or maybe she was a good with a handjob (not all are). I have been doing Kegel exercises, but am not sure whether they have helped.
5. It was very interesting to observe how my emotions changed after she satisfied me and I became completely disinterested. After all, this outcome is something women fear.
6. I had a weak frame with my inability to show her that I wanted to have fun and meet other girls - she was being clingy, asking me to kiss her, etc.
All in all, an epic beginning to the New Year! Fun times.
