Waking up today and looking at myself shirtless in the mirror: I can see some definition, a little more muscle mass, clothes fit me a lot better and so on.
But the real difference is the mental one, I feel much more alive, horny, take more chances, doesn't care about rejection as much, work better, is more aggressive into getting what I want and many other things. This is the main reason why I lift heavy, doing compound movements only - like deadlifts, squats, bench press, bent over rows, shoulder press, hang ups etc. I want to activate my whole body, working out so heavy that I don't need to do this more than three times a week for 45 minutes each time.
I am not aiming to become big, just lean, defined with a little booty and a v-shaped back.
I also stopped showering every day and just do that twice or three times a week (when I work out) in order to have that natural testosterone smell that some women react well to. I do some visualizations (not as much as before but still), do intermittent fasting (which boost my hormone levels and burn off fat but keep my muscle mass), amongst other tiny little things.
This is the part when seducing becomes a lifestyle. I am not doing this sporadically anymore, I want to become
the lover and there's a lot to do and so little time...
My thoughts so far
Aaaaaaaand, I finally reached 30 lays, a huge step for me and the real goal I had when I left Susan (girl I was in a relationship with for 8 straight years and the only woman I ever had until the age of 27!). I did not know if that was even possible but it is. I could even have fucked ten or 15 more girls if I just stucked to it instead of getting derailed by a couple of relationships (that showed me what not to do).
The reason I spent 8 years with Susan was that she wore the pants, made the shots for what to do and so on. It came to a big thing when my life course was moving to a place I did not want to (house, 8 to 5-job, a huge loan and so on), mix it with a totally different worldview and then you understand why it became almost impossible to continue. Four years later, I still not regret leaving her - but it's sad we can't talk anymore.
A new lay
Remember Miss Andie? I wrote about her a couple of posts ago, I can quote from that just in case:
nd then I just click with girl number 5. She looks at me, smiles slightly and I start commenting on her t-shirt (it had the text "I prefer to wear red lipstick"). She laughs at this and I end up working a couple of tables in front of (as I was sitting in a cafe writing about the event). Then she looks my way and smiles again. This was it - she wanted me to do something about it, but I need to strike in a moment when she had to go to the bathroom or to order something.
Then she does, and as she waits in line I give her a genuine compliment saying I "had to comment on your t-shirt earlier because I find you cute, Kristian is my name".
She instantly, hooks we trade numbers, she says she is single and I say we should do something. I later excuse myself from there saying I "can't wait to see you again", when her female friend went to the bathroom.
Never did I talk to her in front of her friend. Then I just sent her a message asking how studies went and to set up logistics for our date.
The same day as the date (last evening) I send her the following text:
"Hi Andie, are we still on for today? I will be inside the store since its cold outside. I will be wearing a dark grey jacket and blue jeans, just so you know.". She replies "that's cool, see ya".
When she appears she wears a big smile, I give her a hug (in order to start being physical very fast) and then we start walking to the place I take almost all my girls at. We sit in a couch and I suggest that I buy the first drink and she can buy the next (a good thing to say in order to not pay for dates - and make her commit to hanging out for more than an hour).
We start chit-chatting a bit and I can see she really likes my presence. I start touching a little: she responds by standing her ground and getting nervous. A very good sign.
The thing with dates is that you have to find something to spike her emotions enough to be escalated on, not always the easiest thing to do (in my case), but when I mention that I love animals, she melts completely. Finally something we both share and I start touching her hands (I had to eventually!).
When she buys the drinks for us she asks (a test, I guess):
So how old are you?
Me: Take a guess.
Her: No, that's almost impossible.
Me: I believe you are in your early 20s, maybe? Since you go you go to university.
Her: Yes. I am 20.
Me: Oh, that's cool.
Her: You must be 21?
Me: No.
We start playing the "the guessing game" and after a minute I say "I am 31" (followed by complete silence). She gets excited now (because I owned my age and passed the test).
I kiss her and tell her "I love how she does it".
Her: You kiss good too.
We talk a little bit more and in order to invite her home, I touch her a little here and there "so she gets it". I always get nervous when I hate to drop the bomb, but she got glad I did (and the bar is 8 minutes walk from my place).
As we go home we start taking off each other's clothes the same minutes she enters the room. Two hours later I follow her to the metro-station and kiss her goodbye.
The main reason I get to move that quick is that I show girls that I want "to tears their clothes off" from the very moment I see them (long stares, a little touch longer than usual, inviting her to take a drink on evenings and so on). I also use silences to my advance to increase sexual lust.
Well, that's that. Do I want to see her again? Absolutely! Will it happen? I don't know. The sex was great and her body amazing (huge tits). Lets see what happens in the future.
