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The location: New York City, Soho
The approach: Saturday evening, I saw a Mexican girl with a huge smile on her face walking down the street. I approached and complimented her on her style. She beamed and accepted it. I asked where her accent was from, and she said Mexico. I spoke a little Spanish before returning back to English. She told me she was coming back from dancing class. This was a passionate set and she was very, very into me. Lots of physicality. My wings told me I could have pulled in the moment, but I had to be somewhere in an hour and a half. I asked her if she had plans tomorrow and she said no. We agreed to meet.
The date: Texting was straightforward, some back and forth and confirming the date.
As usual, I met her at a subway entrance instead of at a venue. I like to do this in New York because it keeps plans flexible, e.g. if she wants to eat, you go eat, if she wants to drink, you go drink, and if she wants to fuck, you pull directly to your place.
I greeted her with a long hug and let my arms rest around the small of her back when I let go. This is a trick called the “extended love hug” I learned from BoyToy. She was fairly compliant, which is a good sign she’s going to be open to sex.
I don’t drink, so eating a snack-like food is always my first option if the instapull isn’t on. She hadn’t eaten yet, so we grabbed dumplings at a place right across the street from my AirBnB. As we were walking, we were already touching each other, which continued escalating as we sat down and ate. It’s so easy to be a man with feminine Latinas. Like me, this girl is extremely energetic. She’s always dancing, moving, and vibing. I found out she’s fairly big in a specific rave dance community and is working to be a professional dancer.
In set, she was reticent to give details on why she came to New York five years ago, which usually indicates a serious ex-boyfriend situation. I ended up finding out she is married, separated, and in the process of divorcing a Venezuelan guy she met right when she arrived to the city to study English. Also, she’s 28 and looks 23!
I set my standard frames around American guys being more laid back towards relationships and sex than Latino men, and she practically wrote the frame for me. She also gave me another key to her blueprint in set yesterday, saying “American guys… they’re in, they’re out, they see you, they don’t want to see you, they text you, they ghost you…” so I framed myself as being honest, direct, and consistent, but also non-jealous and chill.
After about 45 minutes, it was so obvious the pull was on that I just said: “You want to go?” without having seeded anything. She agreed.
This girl was sensual fire. She moved and kissed in a slow, tantric, teasing way, almost like a dance. And her dancer’s body was amazing. There’s nothing like fucking a big, juicy Latina ass from behind and having your gaze delighted by her toned back and traps.
The post-sex interview listed some interesting observations. Yesterday, she woke up thinking “I need a dick,” and in the evening she walked down the street smiling, upon which I approached her. She went home to her roommate and marveled at the situation. She opened her Instagram and read me a draft of a post she had written about the experience. It was about how you attract the energy you put out into the world (a Pancake Mouse axiom) and how “something special happened to [her] today” and how it was because she was walking down the street exuding happy energy.
When I heard this, I almost cried. This is why I Game. No, this is why I exist. To make a positive difference in people’s lives and form real, human connections.
I then smashed the oblivion out of her twice more. On the last round, the condom slipped off inside her. This is something that happens to me on occasion when I am smashing with force. She wasn’t on birth control, so we picked ourselves up out of our sweaty, crumpled mess and walked over to the 24 hour CVS pharmacy one block away (love NYC!), where I forked over $39.99 for the morning-after pill and proceeded to finger-feed it to her.
Since she valued honesty and directness, I told her before parting that I wanted to see her again, and she agreed.
The approach: Saturday evening, I saw a Mexican girl with a huge smile on her face walking down the street. I approached and complimented her on her style. She beamed and accepted it. I asked where her accent was from, and she said Mexico. I spoke a little Spanish before returning back to English. She told me she was coming back from dancing class. This was a passionate set and she was very, very into me. Lots of physicality. My wings told me I could have pulled in the moment, but I had to be somewhere in an hour and a half. I asked her if she had plans tomorrow and she said no. We agreed to meet.
The date: Texting was straightforward, some back and forth and confirming the date.
As usual, I met her at a subway entrance instead of at a venue. I like to do this in New York because it keeps plans flexible, e.g. if she wants to eat, you go eat, if she wants to drink, you go drink, and if she wants to fuck, you pull directly to your place.
I greeted her with a long hug and let my arms rest around the small of her back when I let go. This is a trick called the “extended love hug” I learned from BoyToy. She was fairly compliant, which is a good sign she’s going to be open to sex.
I don’t drink, so eating a snack-like food is always my first option if the instapull isn’t on. She hadn’t eaten yet, so we grabbed dumplings at a place right across the street from my AirBnB. As we were walking, we were already touching each other, which continued escalating as we sat down and ate. It’s so easy to be a man with feminine Latinas. Like me, this girl is extremely energetic. She’s always dancing, moving, and vibing. I found out she’s fairly big in a specific rave dance community and is working to be a professional dancer.
In set, she was reticent to give details on why she came to New York five years ago, which usually indicates a serious ex-boyfriend situation. I ended up finding out she is married, separated, and in the process of divorcing a Venezuelan guy she met right when she arrived to the city to study English. Also, she’s 28 and looks 23!
I set my standard frames around American guys being more laid back towards relationships and sex than Latino men, and she practically wrote the frame for me. She also gave me another key to her blueprint in set yesterday, saying “American guys… they’re in, they’re out, they see you, they don’t want to see you, they text you, they ghost you…” so I framed myself as being honest, direct, and consistent, but also non-jealous and chill.
After about 45 minutes, it was so obvious the pull was on that I just said: “You want to go?” without having seeded anything. She agreed.
This girl was sensual fire. She moved and kissed in a slow, tantric, teasing way, almost like a dance. And her dancer’s body was amazing. There’s nothing like fucking a big, juicy Latina ass from behind and having your gaze delighted by her toned back and traps.
The post-sex interview listed some interesting observations. Yesterday, she woke up thinking “I need a dick,” and in the evening she walked down the street smiling, upon which I approached her. She went home to her roommate and marveled at the situation. She opened her Instagram and read me a draft of a post she had written about the experience. It was about how you attract the energy you put out into the world (a Pancake Mouse axiom) and how “something special happened to [her] today” and how it was because she was walking down the street exuding happy energy.
When I heard this, I almost cried. This is why I Game. No, this is why I exist. To make a positive difference in people’s lives and form real, human connections.
I then smashed the oblivion out of her twice more. On the last round, the condom slipped off inside her. This is something that happens to me on occasion when I am smashing with force. She wasn’t on birth control, so we picked ourselves up out of our sweaty, crumpled mess and walked over to the 24 hour CVS pharmacy one block away (love NYC!), where I forked over $39.99 for the morning-after pill and proceeded to finger-feed it to her.
Since she valued honesty and directness, I told her before parting that I wanted to see her again, and she agreed.
