Haven't been posting much lately. I was swamped with work + school projects, and then I went on vacation. Also doing a roll out of videos for Hector at the moment, so need to divide up my time appropriately. I'm literally broke, and also just signed my lease for next year so.. things might take a slight shift. I'm lucky to have good friends that have already spotted me here and there.
Good news is two new lays, one from that girl in class and one from spring break. Also, spring break was extremely eye-opening for me. I went to a tech & music festival in TX. SO MANY PEOPLE VIEW SUCCESS AND LIFE TRAJECTORY IN TOO SMALL OF A BOX. You can do anything. Literally, you can pick any career you want if you work to place yourself in xyz position. Or, let's say you're passionate about X topic. You can work in some industry, department, field, avenue WITHIN that passion, or as an extension of that passion. You don't need to follow the narrative of school --> more school --> job. Make an app, learn usable skills, talk to people of many fields. There are places upon places in this world where you can land yourself and grow as a human being both in understanding and ability. If this sounds like fluff, forgive me. My actions won't reflect that.
I'll be making up a new year-goal list once I've stabilized my finances, because right now I'm about to be in deep shit.
Also I cold approached like a mad man on break, and most if not all of my AA is gone. Only one lay and a few make outs though. Most of the women I approached were on business ventures and much older than me which made the context to pull more difficult. I learned a lot, though.
LR: I love floor
I wrote about my interaction with this girl a few posts above. I could tell she had been interested throughout the year, but never brought myself to actually open her until a few weeks ago.
This one was kind of weird (like many of my lays, honestly lol). Read below and you'll see why.
Texts:
Day I opened her
Me: hey Becca (the girl from Superbad with the thong) it's Hue. save my number (;
Her: will do!!
Next Day
Me: hey Becca still on for 2:30?
Her: yup!!
Me: sweet. this cold is brutal though! I was gonna say meet me at [donut shop], but I'm thinking to just pick you up closer to 3 and we can go from there.. sound good?
Her: that works!
Me: cool where should I snag you
Her: anywhere near [street] on south works
1 hour later
Me: here
Her: which side of the building are you at
At this point I call her because texting sucks. I kind of like to start the date like this anyways, and try to bring a warm vibe over the phone. She sounds a little nervous on the phone, and I tell her where I'm pulling up after figuring out what door she was on. I didn't want to sit in my car so despite the cold I back up my car and sit on the trunk, looking up with my thumbs tucked out of my pockets.
She walks out and I smile, "hey!", give her a hug and return to the car. She's kind of closed off at first. I explain that I recently got in some financial shit, and instead of going to the donut shop we should just go to my house and I can make us some food. I show her my empty wallet to that I don't seem like I'm full of shit (though if I didn't do this smoothly & genuinely it might look like I was
even more full of shit, so tread carefully with stuff like this).
I ask her what trouble she's gotten into today and she says none, so I frame our date as her getting into trouble, then ask about her detailed plans for spring break and her roommates, mentioning how I live alone now, and could imagine the life at the dorms. She's still kind of quiet but her nonverbals are receptive. I tap her on the leg a few times and she doesn't seem to mind.
My house
We get to my house and I do the usual with telling her where to take off her shoes and to sit down, to get comfortable. I grab us waters. I put on youtube music and try to get us snuggled on the couch. She isn't going along with it too smoothly, but does eventually. When she does lean into me she faces the tv, and doesn't lean her head against me so I have a yellow light. I can't remember exactly (this was two weeks ago) but I brought up sex and she kind of rolled her eyes with a smile. When I ask the craziest place she's had sex she doesn't give me anything, and appears to have quite a timid sex life.
Despite that I explain how unconventional sex is fun and I'd love to fuck on the dean's desk or some shit like that and she thinks it's funny. I don't remember when but I kiss her shortly after, spontaneously.
Then it got weird.
We watch music and I kiss her again a few times, sometimes me pulling back, sometimes her. By about the 4th time we start actually making out but she is a dead fish. Like I was moving her body around and leading the whole time. We're laying down on my couch and I try to move us to the bed, because we're a bit too big for the couch. She doesn't want to get up, which at first I take as LMR.
Then she starts to sink between my couch and my table. I make fun of her, saying, "are you headed to the floor?" and she says yes, and
continues to sink down to the floor. I'm weirded out and say "okay lol have fun down there!". And she goes all the way down, now lying between my coffee table and my couch with me on the couch, and just lies there! Wtf??
I move the coffee table forward so she has more room and laugh saying "you're so weird!" and she pops up a little bit (having been also FACING the floor), like "what??
". At this point I'm like "
does this bitch want to hook up on the floor?? is this some genius shit test???" and just make fun of her for being on the floor, showing my confusion.
After I invite her up she says no and that she likes the floor. SHE LIKES THE FLOOR. I'm just like oookaaay. I ask her if she's alright and she says she's really tired. I suggest that I'll help her up to somewhere more comfy but she says she's too tired to get up.
That makes me concerned. Too tired to get off the floor?
I ask her, slowly, if she's on medication or something. She is. Oh boy. Turns out she sleeps like literally alll day, and studies. Barely goes out, and seriously barely does anything but go to school and lie in bed. Like a hypersomniac because of her medication.
Considering that medication might influence her ability to make rational decisions, I ask her if she wants to go home and that I'm totally fine with taking her. But, no, she wants to stay.
Me: You just really love my floor don't you?
Her: I love floor
While I was really weirded out, and confused, and considering ethical concerns, I try to wait it out. Eventually I totally move my coffee table and join her on the floor and sit there with her. She leans into me and we start hooking up on my rug, a bit more intense than last time. When I pull off she slumps down again. Like, she must really have no energy. But, hooking up spikes her energy.
I ask, in multiple ways, and multiple times, if this is normal, and that she is thinking straight, and that nothings out of the ordinary with her mental state, and she confirms in every way that she is totally alright. I wasn't even trying to use a yes ladder. I ask her if she wants to keep hooking up and she says "definitely". Well, alright then.
So we go at it on my floor (my rug is covered in dog hair from my old house, by the way) and eventually I decide enough of this and help her stand up (yes, you read that right, hence my extreme hesitation with proceeding sexually with her, but all other lights of the house appeared to be on, so I did).
She goes to the bathroom and when she gets up walks over to my bed and lays down. We start hooking up and sloooowly taking each other's close off. I put her hand on my dick and she starts stroking it. I put my leg in between her pussy and she starts grinding herself on me. Before we proceed to sex I ask her one last time if she's totally good and that I have nothing to worry about with us having sex, that I want her and can tell she wants me (I can smell her musk at this point), but just want to be totally certain she's thinking straight. She confirms again. I start fingering her and she's wet as hell.
Because of how long we've been building up (from first kiss to this moment, it had probably been about 2.5 hours), my dick is totally ready to go lol, especially in the last 30 or so. I bust in like 2 minutes.. tops lol, and my dick was rock fucking hard. I think part of it is the diet I've been on, along with the exercise. I don't get embarrassed and tell her that it was quite the build up. She says she's used to it, and takes it as a compliment.
We lay down and now she has much more energy. She tells me multiple stories of other guys she's been with / have tried to get her, and compliments me on my directness and that it's very attractive. She says there's a couple orbiters around her right now that are annoying pussies, and that one guy tried to buy her food, she declined the offer, and then the dude got PISSED in line, publicly. That kid needs some GC in his life, yeesh.
We fuck one more time and I last longer, and the sex is much better. She's got a great body. Nice hips to waist ratio, big ass, solid tits, and slim.
I drive her back to her dorm and snag a kiss, then text her the next day about the good time I had, and she returns that she also had a solid time.
So.. pretty weird, but worth it I'd say. I'm just not used to a girl that has medication / an energy (?) disorder. I'm thinking I'll probably have sex with her again since we're classmates.
Cheers.
