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- Feb 11, 2016
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The name choice on this one was very easy. This girl is the exact type of girl I cannot tolerate, mostly because of her American qualities… not to say americans arent cool, but she has much of the qualities of prioritizing stuff that tick me off, like consent, feminism, anti- Trump philosophy, anti this anti that. My god, stop hating on everyone and chill. Also, she takes everything seriously, that I cant tolerate
Approach:
Wednesday. Consent was with her friend, out at a cafe. I was On my way to meet one of my regulars inside, and i noticed them giggling at me. I inquired. They said they just found me attractive. I said ok and went in. I spent some time with my love, and decided that i need some entertainment before starting to work, so i went to talk to them. Had an entertaining 10 minute convo, then gave them my number (first time i do that, instead of taking). I go to work.
Intermission:
Consent texts me on Thursday. We agree to party together Saturday night- i wasnt seriously considering dating her. The plan fails. We text sunday, and make tentative plans for the night. Here is where i consider bedding her, especially since my other date, scheduled at 7:30, flakes. She calls me 6:00, asks for dinner. I ask her to come pick me up.
Date:
I get ready and move down to her car. She takes me to sushi. She talks a lot, about herself mostly. Oh joy. She mentioned that the comments i make make her not know what to say, and by that she means my constant flirting. I looked at myself here and said damn, i really am turning into a sex god. But the date was boring, i didnt like her much. We went to her car. I decided i wanted to kiss her and i did. She said she “wasn't ready for that”. She also started confessing that im the sexiest person she knows and that i make her stop breathing and whatnot. Had she not fed my ego this much i possibly wouldnt have been so keen on experimenting with her.
One of my games she didnt like is when I mentioned i have 6 girlfriends, one for every day of the week, except for sunday, cuz i’m off. She believed me. Holy fucking hippopotamus.
I asked her to come home with me. No plausible deniability offered. She said straight up she won't have sex with me. Ummm ok…. how much more American (in non sexy way) can you get? We talk some more then she drives me home.
Here is when it gets super unbearable. After initially disclosing my age, i tell her im 17. She believes that and pulls over and asks me to be serious. Fuck this, i never signed up for it. I play a bit and tell her yes im fucking legal. She talked some stuff about age of consent. Yeah okay..
We get to my dorm. She uses the toilet. Here is when she drops ANOTHER consent bomb: she asks if it is ok for her to take a call… i’m like sure call. She calls this guy she’s “kindda seeing” (she mentioned him before) and asks to clarify if it is ok for her to go on a date with another guy… she wanted to make sure they are both “on the same page”. what. The. Actual. Fuck. I almost burst into tears. I dont know what to make out of the fact that she made a point for me to hear that conversation. Its these two actions that gave birth to her nickname.
I escalated. A cool thing i tried is i asked her to do the taking off of clothes. She complied. I will add this to my repertoire. I went super fast though, and eventually she decided against fucking me, as comfort was lacking even though she was turned on to the max. She mentioned that she didnt want to have sex like, 5 times. Then, at one point, she asked me if i have a condom.. i said yes relax.. she then changed her mind. I think its that she was reeeeeally riding the fence, but chose to go against fucking me. Which is to say, had i escalated properly, she would've yielded much more easily. She blew me and swallowed, and was good at it. Oh well.
After sex i told her i need to study. She asked if she could stay a while, i said yes. Whatever. I started asking these weird sarcastic questions to which she gave painfully literal answers. Oh fuck no. She left after around 30 minutes. She needs a lot of work… I love women, sweetie, but thank god i wont be the one to end up with you…
Approach:
Wednesday. Consent was with her friend, out at a cafe. I was On my way to meet one of my regulars inside, and i noticed them giggling at me. I inquired. They said they just found me attractive. I said ok and went in. I spent some time with my love, and decided that i need some entertainment before starting to work, so i went to talk to them. Had an entertaining 10 minute convo, then gave them my number (first time i do that, instead of taking). I go to work.
Intermission:
Consent texts me on Thursday. We agree to party together Saturday night- i wasnt seriously considering dating her. The plan fails. We text sunday, and make tentative plans for the night. Here is where i consider bedding her, especially since my other date, scheduled at 7:30, flakes. She calls me 6:00, asks for dinner. I ask her to come pick me up.
Date:
I get ready and move down to her car. She takes me to sushi. She talks a lot, about herself mostly. Oh joy. She mentioned that the comments i make make her not know what to say, and by that she means my constant flirting. I looked at myself here and said damn, i really am turning into a sex god. But the date was boring, i didnt like her much. We went to her car. I decided i wanted to kiss her and i did. She said she “wasn't ready for that”. She also started confessing that im the sexiest person she knows and that i make her stop breathing and whatnot. Had she not fed my ego this much i possibly wouldnt have been so keen on experimenting with her.
One of my games she didnt like is when I mentioned i have 6 girlfriends, one for every day of the week, except for sunday, cuz i’m off. She believed me. Holy fucking hippopotamus.
I asked her to come home with me. No plausible deniability offered. She said straight up she won't have sex with me. Ummm ok…. how much more American (in non sexy way) can you get? We talk some more then she drives me home.
Here is when it gets super unbearable. After initially disclosing my age, i tell her im 17. She believes that and pulls over and asks me to be serious. Fuck this, i never signed up for it. I play a bit and tell her yes im fucking legal. She talked some stuff about age of consent. Yeah okay..
We get to my dorm. She uses the toilet. Here is when she drops ANOTHER consent bomb: she asks if it is ok for her to take a call… i’m like sure call. She calls this guy she’s “kindda seeing” (she mentioned him before) and asks to clarify if it is ok for her to go on a date with another guy… she wanted to make sure they are both “on the same page”. what. The. Actual. Fuck. I almost burst into tears. I dont know what to make out of the fact that she made a point for me to hear that conversation. Its these two actions that gave birth to her nickname.
I escalated. A cool thing i tried is i asked her to do the taking off of clothes. She complied. I will add this to my repertoire. I went super fast though, and eventually she decided against fucking me, as comfort was lacking even though she was turned on to the max. She mentioned that she didnt want to have sex like, 5 times. Then, at one point, she asked me if i have a condom.. i said yes relax.. she then changed her mind. I think its that she was reeeeeally riding the fence, but chose to go against fucking me. Which is to say, had i escalated properly, she would've yielded much more easily. She blew me and swallowed, and was good at it. Oh well.
After sex i told her i need to study. She asked if she could stay a while, i said yes. Whatever. I started asking these weird sarcastic questions to which she gave painfully literal answers. Oh fuck no. She left after around 30 minutes. She needs a lot of work… I love women, sweetie, but thank god i wont be the one to end up with you…
