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Hey guys,
So... I'm breaking my own rules here, I usually don't write FR/LR but I'm thinking of starting to write at least "lite" versions of some interactions (to still preserve some privacy) but keep the motivation up. I have a habit of just forgetting about things after a week or two if I meet another girl, but when I lack motivation, I don't make enough effort. A little reminder helps keep the momentum up.
Some of these will be over the past few months. Here goes one... this was actually from just over a month ago.
Rolling Solo
A week prior to this I was at a bar with 2 friends. Our usual night. They'd stand around bitching about how every girl was stuck up, she was too tall, she was too short, every girl there was ugly, there were no girls there, blah blah. As usual I'd grow bored and go talk to some girls... and as usual these 2 guys would either try to blow me out or in this case, as things were going well, one of them blew up and go seriously mad that he had seen the girl first and I had cock blocked him (sure dude, I haven't seen you approach a girl in over a year. Their rules basically consist of not approaching ayone ever but if someone else in the group does, they insist that they already liked the girl, any girl in the room basically, as we are all cock blocks.)
So this weekend I decided it was time to go back to going solo.
I decided to hit up one of the busy downtown areas of Boston. Since things are slow to kick off on a Friday, I made my way there around 10.30pm. It's a big bar, 3 big rooms, band playing in the back room. It was still filling up as I rolled in. So I hit the bar to grab a beer to chill and scope out the room, Sox game on in the background. Made some small talk with some girls passing through, if nothing else, I might see them again later.
Do you know the band?
An hour passes and I'm still really doing the same. Time to get something going. The front room is fairly quiet. A lot of couples there since they are just sitting in booths or whatever, people are coming from the other room to get drinks since there's no wait. So time to hit the backroom. There's a country band playing. I'm dressed up, dark jeans, white shirt and blazer... way over-dressed for the Bro-y crowd but this tends to be the norm. My version of peacocking and damn does it work. Within a few minutes 2 women had already approached me to comment on my style. We bantered a bit, the first I wasn't into but was trying to be pleasant (I'm still a little too nice to be bitchy to girls I'm not into, I'll make small talk and let it trail off until they get the hint...), the other was cute but about 5"1'. We got seperated after a few minutes but that was cool... I'd see her again
Next a guy approached me and started paying me compliments. First impression was he was gay and trying his luck because of how I was dressed but I quickly learned he was runing some MM PUA game and was trying to use me as social proof while working the room a bit. Cool, he seemed like an ok guy but his game was a bit too out there for me to get on board with.
I lost my friends
I went to grab another drink to the side of the stage. Just as I was served an absolute gorgeous blonde came up to me from behind. Long blonde hair, blue eyes, about 5"7', at a guess, tight body... mmm... my type exactly.
By this stage we're just bantering, she's throwing a few tests at me but I'm either responding by, or throwing her a little look like "Aw... cute, you're testing me", and she immediately drops it again and gets closer.
Soon her friends are back... they want to know who I am. I chat to a couple of them, they like me, one of them insists that she twerks for me.... HAHAHA (One advantage of being foreign is you can play dumb about some things like "Oh, a twerk? What's that? Some kind of American thing? You should show me."... hahaha)
While this is going on I'm keeping my peripherals on the blonde. I can see she's a little jealous now. She's not leaving but she's pretending not to care while also keeping me in her sight. The girls decide it's time to go dancing and they start to run off... the blonde grabs me as they run off and says "Come on, we're going dancing!" grabbing my hand and trying to drag me to the dancefloor. I gave her another "Aw, so cute" look and held firm where I was... then pulled her back into me.
We did that for a while, her friends came back... and I got the "we're going to the bathroom" line...
I know what that can mean, but I figure it's another test, this girl seems intent on just seeing how I react to things so I just look unphased and she comes back... sure enough she did.
I grabbed her and said "NOW we go dance", I wanted and excuse not to let me or her get distracted by her friends again.
Spent the next while switching between dancing and making out on the floor. She was grinding up against me, was wearing jeans and a flowy top so I started with my hand on her hips and began to move it around to her stomach, under her top to keep her close......
Man... that stomach was TIIIIIIGHT! MMMMM.....
If she wasn't close enough I put one hand around her hips while my other is inside her jeans pocket and pulled her right in and she's grinding HARDER.
The sexual tension is growing...
She leans back:
And that my friends... is a wrap...
PG13 up to here, I'll leave the rest of the night up to your imagination.
So... I'm breaking my own rules here, I usually don't write FR/LR but I'm thinking of starting to write at least "lite" versions of some interactions (to still preserve some privacy) but keep the motivation up. I have a habit of just forgetting about things after a week or two if I meet another girl, but when I lack motivation, I don't make enough effort. A little reminder helps keep the momentum up.
Some of these will be over the past few months. Here goes one... this was actually from just over a month ago.
Rolling Solo
A week prior to this I was at a bar with 2 friends. Our usual night. They'd stand around bitching about how every girl was stuck up, she was too tall, she was too short, every girl there was ugly, there were no girls there, blah blah. As usual I'd grow bored and go talk to some girls... and as usual these 2 guys would either try to blow me out or in this case, as things were going well, one of them blew up and go seriously mad that he had seen the girl first and I had cock blocked him (sure dude, I haven't seen you approach a girl in over a year. Their rules basically consist of not approaching ayone ever but if someone else in the group does, they insist that they already liked the girl, any girl in the room basically, as we are all cock blocks.)
So this weekend I decided it was time to go back to going solo.
I decided to hit up one of the busy downtown areas of Boston. Since things are slow to kick off on a Friday, I made my way there around 10.30pm. It's a big bar, 3 big rooms, band playing in the back room. It was still filling up as I rolled in. So I hit the bar to grab a beer to chill and scope out the room, Sox game on in the background. Made some small talk with some girls passing through, if nothing else, I might see them again later.
Do you know the band?
An hour passes and I'm still really doing the same. Time to get something going. The front room is fairly quiet. A lot of couples there since they are just sitting in booths or whatever, people are coming from the other room to get drinks since there's no wait. So time to hit the backroom. There's a country band playing. I'm dressed up, dark jeans, white shirt and blazer... way over-dressed for the Bro-y crowd but this tends to be the norm. My version of peacocking and damn does it work. Within a few minutes 2 women had already approached me to comment on my style. We bantered a bit, the first I wasn't into but was trying to be pleasant (I'm still a little too nice to be bitchy to girls I'm not into, I'll make small talk and let it trail off until they get the hint...), the other was cute but about 5"1'. We got seperated after a few minutes but that was cool... I'd see her again
Next a guy approached me and started paying me compliments. First impression was he was gay and trying his luck because of how I was dressed but I quickly learned he was runing some MM PUA game and was trying to use me as social proof while working the room a bit. Cool, he seemed like an ok guy but his game was a bit too out there for me to get on board with.
I lost my friends
I went to grab another drink to the side of the stage. Just as I was served an absolute gorgeous blonde came up to me from behind. Long blonde hair, blue eyes, about 5"7', at a guess, tight body... mmm... my type exactly.
- Her: I lost my friends, will you come with me and help me find them?
- Me: I like this song, stay with me, if they are cool friends they'll come find you here(gently wrap my arm around her waist and pull her in while I say it into her ear.)
- Her: OMG! You won't help me?
- Me: Oh they'll find you, we'll have a better time here.
- Her: *bitchy look disappears, wraps arm around me* What's you name?
- Next five minutes: blah blah blah.
By this stage we're just bantering, she's throwing a few tests at me but I'm either responding by, or throwing her a little look like "Aw... cute, you're testing me", and she immediately drops it again and gets closer.
Soon her friends are back... they want to know who I am. I chat to a couple of them, they like me, one of them insists that she twerks for me.... HAHAHA (One advantage of being foreign is you can play dumb about some things like "Oh, a twerk? What's that? Some kind of American thing? You should show me."... hahaha)
While this is going on I'm keeping my peripherals on the blonde. I can see she's a little jealous now. She's not leaving but she's pretending not to care while also keeping me in her sight. The girls decide it's time to go dancing and they start to run off... the blonde grabs me as they run off and says "Come on, we're going dancing!" grabbing my hand and trying to drag me to the dancefloor. I gave her another "Aw, so cute" look and held firm where I was... then pulled her back into me.
I slowly pushed her back against the corner... put my hand around the back of her head and started making out like crazy.- Her: Ugh, you just failed the first test
- Me: Oh, haha, did I?
We did that for a while, her friends came back... and I got the "we're going to the bathroom" line...
I know what that can mean, but I figure it's another test, this girl seems intent on just seeing how I react to things so I just look unphased and she comes back... sure enough she did.
I grabbed her and said "NOW we go dance", I wanted and excuse not to let me or her get distracted by her friends again.
Spent the next while switching between dancing and making out on the floor. She was grinding up against me, was wearing jeans and a flowy top so I started with my hand on her hips and began to move it around to her stomach, under her top to keep her close......
Man... that stomach was TIIIIIIGHT! MMMMM.....
If she wasn't close enough I put one hand around her hips while my other is inside her jeans pocket and pulled her right in and she's grinding HARDER.
The sexual tension is growing...
She leans back:
- Her: Where do you live?
- Me: <Name of place> (About 15 minutes away.)
- Her: That's no good, I live 5 minutes away.... (I know what that means...)
- Me: I'm tired of dancing, let's get out of here...
And that my friends... is a wrap...
PG13 up to here, I'll leave the rest of the night up to your imagination.