DATE
I meet this cute girl for a date in an empty Irish pub. We only have a few words of English in common and we make it work anyway and after 20 minutes or so I kiss her neck.
I keep doing so intermittently, she lightly resists but seems more token.
I think I do it a bit too often though but I was enjoying it.
I also pull her sweater up to uncover a naked belly. Probably at the limits of what’s effective without overstepping, but seeeexy. She’s shocked and pushes back, but I smoothly transition to neutral conversation saying how tough she is not to be cold with this weather and show my shirt and double layer undershirts while laughing and she comes along with it.
She repeatedly refused to agree on going back together, and after she says that she resists my neck kisses harder. But I think I react very good each time by not taking it personal and eventually restarting some convo and bringing good vibes.
And then going for it again.
All the while we “caress hand” as I read from 60YOC and did it subconsciously a few times back and I like that move.
I probably slightly overdo kino and sexuality here, but I feel when conversation is very poor, then you should step up the physical connection or it's just a big void.
As we’re about to go she’s still saying she’s not coming as she has to go and sleep for work, but I prod her to get up and move, then stop a taxi and she’s coming along.
BACK HOME FAILURE
At home I kiss her as soon as we enter the door, then we sit on the couch, kiss again her neck, then back to the laptop for some music, light conversation, then kiss again, she likes it but never abandons herself.
Then transition to bed “to just hug”.
She sits on top of me as I kiss her neck. I push her down the bed but she strongly resists to stand back up. I let her, and feel this is bad for compliance.
Keep again kissing her neck and rebuild sexual tension. I then remove her sweater, which might have been a mistake and kiss her neck again and the top of her boobs. Then her nipple without removing bra.
Going for the sweater first was a mistake probably though.
Her vagina keep being off limits, and in spite I’m not moving super quick it’s probably still too quick.
When I push her flat on the bed again she struggles mightly to get back up, she feels out of control pushed down, like trying to push a cat in a cage.
After a while she’s adamant about going, and I struggle to make her stay, swinging from cool/rational talk of “you can go any time you want but I’d like you to stay another 10” to passionately reattacking and throwing her sweater in the corner of the room (I’ve done it in the past successfully and then blocking the girl’s way to the clothing smiling all the way, but she was too resistant at that point for such a move).
In the end she goes and I know the efforts at the door are useless.
I walk her back. I ascribe this to moving too quick on the escalation and not enough comfort, glad to hear your opinions.
She writes it was a great time but that doesn’t help soothing my anger and hunger, I’m still out and about looking for some girls.
It’s now around midnight, drizzling rain and cold.
It's Sunday too, very few and in between people around.
I do stop a couple of women whom I can see are interested, but moving anyone in a rainy night with no open bar around and the last trains about to leave is no easy feat.
It’s borderline desperation actually.
THE TURNAROUND
But I don’t stop.
I see a girl with naked legs in the company of older people. She's dressed great with flurry and fluffy coat. I think she might be a prostitute but I just hope the rest of the group will leave her alone.
And guess what? They do.
As she walks by I approach her and quickly move her under the roof to shield from rain and speak without umbrellas.
She’s super warm. And drunk.
She says my face is “soooo small”. Not the sexiest compliment one might receive lol, but what matters is as she says it she puts her face a few centimeters from mine, a clear and clumsy indicator of interest of a woman who’s lost her inhibition and isn’t playing any game anymore.
I invite her for a beer, she doesn’t understand my hint to going back to mine, so I start walking with her towards a 24h shop. She’s a bit taken aback as she maybe thought about some hidden bar, but I make light of it and she keeps following me.
Then start walking towards home, she’s again a bit verbally hesitant a couple of times asking “you know (what you’re doing/where we’re going, E.N.)?”, but she’s folded her umbrella and took my arm. And very happy to hear that, of course, I know very well where we're going
.
Back home of course, where we become lover.
She’s wasn't a prostitute, she was out celebrating a wedding of a friend and that’s why she was drunk. She wears kimono everyday for work and shows me the pics. Hoooow coool!
She’s small and thin, looks a bit like Victoria Beckam but I think she’s prettier than the Spice Girl (picture below).
I don’t let her drink anymore beer and give her water and tea and it's funny to see just how happily and readily she follows my advice and is grateful for me taking care of her.
She’s a bit too drunk and language barrier are huge, but given the conditions it’s actually a great time together as I jokingly blame her for the wet patch on the bed and get my hair clipper and pretend of shaving her pussy lol.
I walk her back while she’s still arm in arm under my umbrella and I think she’s going to take a taxi around the metro station. But to great my surprise she actually lives in my same street. 30 meters away! With her boyfriend :S.
How crazy, we walked down that street in front of her place together and now walking back again arm in arm as in front of the entrance she tells me to call her once I come back :S.
I don’t add her on Line (chatting app) right away as I’m fearing there might some troubles following up (BF controlling her phone, she confessing or smt.. ).
I would have liked to ask her what’s up some days later, but then I accidentally lost her name.
Alright...
Anyway, a great day, I was jubilant. From desperation to victory when for an outsider I was probably looking as a weird harasser on the street and there just seemed to be no hopes left (small note: not an actual harasser).
An epic turn around.
http://screencast.com/t/qr8FbUGPMpZ
P.S.:
"snatching victory from the jaws of defeat" is a quote from Chase, it stuck with me as it was such a beautiful wording.
I meet this cute girl for a date in an empty Irish pub. We only have a few words of English in common and we make it work anyway and after 20 minutes or so I kiss her neck.
I keep doing so intermittently, she lightly resists but seems more token.
I think I do it a bit too often though but I was enjoying it.
I also pull her sweater up to uncover a naked belly. Probably at the limits of what’s effective without overstepping, but seeeexy. She’s shocked and pushes back, but I smoothly transition to neutral conversation saying how tough she is not to be cold with this weather and show my shirt and double layer undershirts while laughing and she comes along with it.
She repeatedly refused to agree on going back together, and after she says that she resists my neck kisses harder. But I think I react very good each time by not taking it personal and eventually restarting some convo and bringing good vibes.
And then going for it again.
All the while we “caress hand” as I read from 60YOC and did it subconsciously a few times back and I like that move.
I probably slightly overdo kino and sexuality here, but I feel when conversation is very poor, then you should step up the physical connection or it's just a big void.
As we’re about to go she’s still saying she’s not coming as she has to go and sleep for work, but I prod her to get up and move, then stop a taxi and she’s coming along.
BACK HOME FAILURE
At home I kiss her as soon as we enter the door, then we sit on the couch, kiss again her neck, then back to the laptop for some music, light conversation, then kiss again, she likes it but never abandons herself.
Then transition to bed “to just hug”.
She sits on top of me as I kiss her neck. I push her down the bed but she strongly resists to stand back up. I let her, and feel this is bad for compliance.
Keep again kissing her neck and rebuild sexual tension. I then remove her sweater, which might have been a mistake and kiss her neck again and the top of her boobs. Then her nipple without removing bra.
Going for the sweater first was a mistake probably though.
Her vagina keep being off limits, and in spite I’m not moving super quick it’s probably still too quick.
When I push her flat on the bed again she struggles mightly to get back up, she feels out of control pushed down, like trying to push a cat in a cage.
After a while she’s adamant about going, and I struggle to make her stay, swinging from cool/rational talk of “you can go any time you want but I’d like you to stay another 10” to passionately reattacking and throwing her sweater in the corner of the room (I’ve done it in the past successfully and then blocking the girl’s way to the clothing smiling all the way, but she was too resistant at that point for such a move).
In the end she goes and I know the efforts at the door are useless.
I walk her back. I ascribe this to moving too quick on the escalation and not enough comfort, glad to hear your opinions.
She writes it was a great time but that doesn’t help soothing my anger and hunger, I’m still out and about looking for some girls.
It’s now around midnight, drizzling rain and cold.
It's Sunday too, very few and in between people around.
I do stop a couple of women whom I can see are interested, but moving anyone in a rainy night with no open bar around and the last trains about to leave is no easy feat.
It’s borderline desperation actually.
THE TURNAROUND
But I don’t stop.
I see a girl with naked legs in the company of older people. She's dressed great with flurry and fluffy coat. I think she might be a prostitute but I just hope the rest of the group will leave her alone.
And guess what? They do.
As she walks by I approach her and quickly move her under the roof to shield from rain and speak without umbrellas.
She’s super warm. And drunk.
She says my face is “soooo small”. Not the sexiest compliment one might receive lol, but what matters is as she says it she puts her face a few centimeters from mine, a clear and clumsy indicator of interest of a woman who’s lost her inhibition and isn’t playing any game anymore.
I invite her for a beer, she doesn’t understand my hint to going back to mine, so I start walking with her towards a 24h shop. She’s a bit taken aback as she maybe thought about some hidden bar, but I make light of it and she keeps following me.
Then start walking towards home, she’s again a bit verbally hesitant a couple of times asking “you know (what you’re doing/where we’re going, E.N.)?”, but she’s folded her umbrella and took my arm. And very happy to hear that, of course, I know very well where we're going
.Back home of course, where we become lover.
She’s wasn't a prostitute, she was out celebrating a wedding of a friend and that’s why she was drunk. She wears kimono everyday for work and shows me the pics. Hoooow coool!
She’s small and thin, looks a bit like Victoria Beckam but I think she’s prettier than the Spice Girl (picture below).
I don’t let her drink anymore beer and give her water and tea and it's funny to see just how happily and readily she follows my advice and is grateful for me taking care of her.
She’s a bit too drunk and language barrier are huge, but given the conditions it’s actually a great time together as I jokingly blame her for the wet patch on the bed and get my hair clipper and pretend of shaving her pussy lol.
I walk her back while she’s still arm in arm under my umbrella and I think she’s going to take a taxi around the metro station. But to great my surprise she actually lives in my same street. 30 meters away! With her boyfriend :S.
How crazy, we walked down that street in front of her place together and now walking back again arm in arm as in front of the entrance she tells me to call her once I come back :S.
I don’t add her on Line (chatting app) right away as I’m fearing there might some troubles following up (BF controlling her phone, she confessing or smt.. ).
I would have liked to ask her what’s up some days later, but then I accidentally lost her name.
Alright...
Anyway, a great day, I was jubilant. From desperation to victory when for an outsider I was probably looking as a weird harasser on the street and there just seemed to be no hopes left (small note: not an actual harasser).
An epic turn around.
http://screencast.com/t/qr8FbUGPMpZ
P.S.:
"snatching victory from the jaws of defeat" is a quote from Chase, it stuck with me as it was such a beautiful wording
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