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This was a social momentum day. Show day here in Canterbury, provincial holiday. No coaching responsibilities for me.
This LR is long. Mainly because I include all of the approaches I did today. I wanted to include all of them because I believe it demonstrates how being social/sexual and building momentum can lead to some incredible results (at least relative to my intermediate skill level). I probably could get better at only putting in the relevant points. I'm more of a scenic route person though, not one to take the express highway.
***Any advice for improving my LR? Especially advice that would help me write in a way that would be more helpful for other guys.
I take a bus into town at 11am for a trial shift at a burger joint. I want to get at least one approach in while I'm in town. Nobody worthwhile on the bus, nobody worthwhile on the walk to the restaurant. I'm feeling a wee bit nervous before the shift starts. I sit down on a bench beforehand to take some deep breaths and get present, a mini meditation.
During the shift I'm mostly working the floor. Cleaning, taking dishes, chatting a little with customers, making eyes with the pretty girls. The place has a partnership with a coffee stand next door so occasionally I run orders over there or clean mugs after we washed them. There was a dark haired girl working there who seemed like she had an accent from the US. Nice full lips, pretty smile, feminine legs and some curves. My type.
After my shift ends at 2pm I go over there to buy a coffee. A guy takes my order, but she gives it to me. I tell her she sounds like she's from the states (I don't like saying 'American' because technically everyone from North, Central, and South America is 'American'). She says she is, she's from Ohio. She asks where I'm from. I don't answer immediately, instead questioning why she said the city she's from with a drop off at the end, like she thinks it's a lame place. We exchange names. She repeats and asks where I'm from. I tell her. I wish I had played coy and asked her how long she is staying here or how long she is working until. Left my details a mystery. I say thanks and head off. Hopefully I made enough of an impression that if I go back to that cafe and say what's up using her name and recalling her home city she'll remember me.
***Any tips for seducing a barista like this? My idea is if something takes me back to that area then I'll check the cafe out again and if she's there I ask her when she gets off. Then if she says, 30 minutes or an hour or 2 hours I say I'm headed somewhere somewhat nearby to do something, but when she gets off we should meet up for a walk or anything.
I have my nitro cold brew coffee and I'm buzzing. Beautiful day. I'm heading back home to give my phone a bit of a charge before heading to the Agricultural Show. As I walk back to my bus stop I see a cutie standing 2 meters away from me at a red light. We both jay walk and I sidle along side her and say she's pretty and I would like to meet her. She hesitates and then says she has a partner. I reply 'obviously...' and then something along the lines of 'we could still walk together for a minute'. She motions back to the intersection and says no he's right there. LOL. I go 'ohhhhh...yeah...well enjoy the rest of your day!
'. Can't win them all (but every time you take action is a win). Students of life rejoice.
I continue on for a block and at another intersection I see a woman with some legs, curves, waiting on the other side of the intersection. She's wearing a yellow jacket, sunglasses, a summery look, and as I pass I don't know if she gave me a look or not. Her skin makes her seem older, mid 30s at least. As she's walking away I hesitate because I see the girl I previously approached with her partner 30 meters behind me. I cross the street (it was running along a river) and over to the crossing street that runs over the water, reflecting, gathering myself. The girl I previously approached and her partner continue on the way I was going. The woman in yellow is walking slowly on a pedestrian walk way down by the water. I turn back and walk after her.
I was probably 40 meters away and close the gap so I'm only like 10. I decide it isn't worth it. She's walking the way I came, her butt only looks okay, and I want to go catch a bus. I walk back to the intersection I originally saw her at. THIS TIME, I see a girl in a black flowy dress, with sunglasses, waiting on the other side. I wussed out of opening the yellow jacket woman so I'm extra motivated to make this open. She jay walks and I wait on my side. She gets to me, maybe looks at me, hard to tell with sunglasses, and I tell her I like her dress, flowing in the wind, and that she looks really feminine today. She hooks immediately. We exchange names. She is Gale (not actually though) and is from Scotland. I ask if I can walk with her for a minute or two. She guesses where I'm from. Thinks I'm west coast in the US, but I'm east coast I always get that haha.
The conversation flows easily. Common traveler topics. When did you get here? How long are you staying? Why are you here? But I'm smiling, high energy, getting her laughing, letting my fundamentals shine. We walk like 100 meters or so together. I tell her I want to head back the way I came to catch my bus and go to the fair. I ask if she has a NZ number. She does. She gives me it, I text her on the spot. In my head at this point I'm thinking about how I can plant the seed for a meet up. She mentions how she's working tomorrow and is quite busy this weekend. The only thing that really stood out to me during the end of the interaction was that I asked her what color her eyes were to get her to remove her sunglasses. I give them a good look, brown, kind of surprising given her blonde hair and fair complexion. I tell her she's cute, with sincerity. We hug as a farewell. She gives me some final eye contact turning her head completely around towards me as she walks away. I love women.
Probably a 5-10 minute interaction all in all.
I get to my bus stop. I'm the only one there sitting on a bench. It's next to a hospital and there are doctors/nurses constantly walking past the bus stop. This short blonde girl in a scrub uniform walks past the stop and towards the hospital. She doesn't give me a look, but I have 6 minutes before my bus arrives so I'm like what the heck I might as well open her. I bounce up from the bench and quickly shuffle to catch up to her. Just before the intersection I open her from the side saying 'hey so I noticed you walking and you're quite pretty and I'd like to meet you'. She is taken aback, pleased, yet suddenly it turns into a disappointed look on her face. She tells me that she likes my confidence, but that she has a partner (so weird here in NZ, that people say they have a partner, not a boyfriend, I'm going to start playing dumb saying 'partner? dance partner? partner in crime?' lol). I say something like, 'obviously, look at you....that's okay...how is it working out for you?' She says good, they're buying a house together. Oh that is quite serious. The light changes and she is crossing the street to get to the hospital. I let her go and tell her to enjoy the beautiful day. She smiles and says farewell.
I like interactions like that actually because while it was only a short dance, she appreciated my masculinity and how I appreciated her feminine essence. I appreciated her feminine radiance and how she appreciated my masculine edge. It made my day better. Plus it was a reference point and gave me more social momentum. I'm addicted.
I go to the agricultural fair. Asking folks if the sheep shearing competition has already happened. They don't know lol. But I'm building social momentum I wander around and find my way to the sheep shearing finals. These guys shear 8 sheep perfectly in like 8 minutes. Wtf. Savages. Halfway through I notice a young girl next to me. I don't quite catch her eye, but I catch her out of the corner of my eye looking at me shortly after I had glanced at her. I think she was with her family, though they leave her to go sit down. I make some indirect comment about how crazy this is, never having seen it before. She replies. I ask her if she has ever sheared a sheep before. She says no. We toss a couple more comments back and forth. Figuring out where each other are from. Exchanging names, she is Ja, she's 18. The competition we watch ends and they start setting up for another one. It is quieter now and we can actually hear one another. We exchange IGs.
She says she has to leave to check something. Might have been to get better mobile service so she could add me back on IG lol. She comes back and we talk a bit more. She lives on a farm, an hour from town, but she comes into town 5 days a week for a class to obtain some tourism certification. Good to know. We can meet up sometime The next competition is about to start and I say I want to go out and check out the parade she said was going on when she bopped outside for a bit. She tells me no, stay and watch the shearing with her. I watch for a minute or so, enough for us to place a bet on who would win (we should have wagered something though! That would have been fun). I bounce on a high note, there is fresh air to breathe, more of the fair to see, and more pretty girls to chat up!
I head out of the sheep shearing tent and back out toward the main field. There is a crowd gathered as some last animals from the parade are crossing the pathway. On the other side I notice an older woman (30s) with a pretty face. The animals finish crossing and the gates are lifted. The woman stays where she is standing though as pretty much everyone else dissipates. I walk past her and she doesn't give me a look. I turn around though and she has a phat ass. I turn on a dime and walk back to her. I glance over and check to see if she's wearing any rings. 'Are you a cowgirl?' I ask. She chuckles and says no. I act surprised and stammer, 'but your boots!'. She pulls up her pants to show that they barely even cover her ankles lol. She says she's here for work. I act like that is the coolest thing ever, she is getting paid to be here right now. We exchange names. She says she flies out tonight and tells me she rarely comes to my town. I act all dejected. Oh well. She wants to find her boss because then again, she is actually working. Part of the ministry of primary industries up in Wellington. Serious lady. We had our moments. Perhaps I should have pushed for an IG or a Facebook close just in case she made it down to my town again this summer. This is what I can get better at. Sometimes I get caught by surprise and can't quite recover quickly enough in the moment to push an interaction to get the result I want.
I keep walking and see a girl wearing a Chicago Bulls hat by a food truck. I go up to her and ask if she's a Bulls fan. She's like not really, she just thought it looked cool. I agree. I also mention how she is pretty. We chat for a couple minutes. She competes in strong woman competitions. She decides not to order anything at this particular truck. Too expensive and she is saving money for a trip to NYC in 2020! I ask if I can walk with her for a little while, being extra polite to be polarizing. We walk together, however, she sees a friend who is a girl from the military and tells me, 'sorry I want to go over and talk to my friend. It was really nice to meet you though!' She didn't wow me physically and I wasn't really feeling the vibe all that much so I decide not to push forwards with it, to join her catch up with the friend.
I go onward. I talk to a girl from France who is manning a wine station. Free samples and learning about New Zealand wine. I'm about it.
I go to the main event field. It's empty, yet there are still some people lingering in the grassy area around it sitting down. I pass a guy and two girls, one of which is eating an ice cream. Looks kind of like a cutie from afar. I exit the grassy area and loop around. I use another entry way to walk back into the grassy area. The guy and the girl not eating ice cream walk down the stairs past me. I climb up and see ice cream girl finishing her cone. I go right up to her and ask if her friends have left her there all alone. She says yeah she was waiting to finish her cone and then she was going to walk after them. Strange. I ask instead if I can sit down beside her and chat for a little bit (I think I can get away with asking/being overly polite more than other guys because of my fundamentals, high T levels, noFAP/charged sexual energy, presence, etc. When I'm polite I try to evoke Brad Pitt from Meet Joe Black. I recently watched part of that movie). She is receptive. Her name is Ly and she takes a couple minutes before telling me she has a partner. They have traveled to the US together and even have plans to go there again in December for three months to do work in the hunting industry. I get the sense that her partner and her have a good thing going. We chat in a more platonic way than I usually go for. We talk about politics a bit. I mention Andrew Yang lol. #YANGGANG. We exchange IGs.
Ly points me in the right direction before I head off to the big food tent. I'm hungry. We say farewell. I give her a fist bump (lol why?). I arrive at the tent and am checking out the food almost as lustfully as I check out curvy women. New Zealand has some charming boutique food products. I get a free sample of some extra hot chutney. The two women next to me (in their late 20s or early 30s) dared me to eat the extra hot one. I tell one of them only if you do it with me. She agrees. It isn't even that hot, only enough to let you know it's there. Not enough to make you want to leave. I stay and chat another minute with the woman who is selling her chutney wears. Asking what food it goes best with. Social social social.
I continue on and turn a corner, catching the eye of a beauty who had her head turned toward me, looking for somebody else it felt like. She was, she finds her friend and they walk to a potato station. I walk by them and notice that they both turn to check me out as I walk by. The initial eye contact must have hit the mark. I see a peanut butter station. HYFR. Dabble with the free samples. Buy a sweet and spicy, hot chili laced peanut butter. Gainz season. While I was sampling and buying I was looking back every 30 seconds or so to see if the two girls who checked me out were still at the potato station. When I turned to go back towards them they had disappeared. My heart sank, but I reassured myself that they couldn't have gone very far. I see that they walked out of the tent and I catch up to them. They stop and I tell them they're pretty and I would like to meet them. They quickly make it apparent that English is not their first language. They're Brazilian. SEXY.
We walk together. I take some bites of their ice cream waffle taco. I tell them the story of the Iowa State Fair and the corn dogs and the comedian posing as a democratic primary candidate who ate his dog like a cock and then it went viral. They laughed a lot at that. The girl I initially made eye contact with was blonde, green eyes, more curves, An, a bit older, 27, and the other one had a darker complexion, curly hair, Ra, morena, 23, gorgeous smile. I think I'm attracted to the blonde one more, she is more reserved though, not as confident with her English. I can help her with that I'm speaking Spanglish with them though, no farks given.
One highlight I remember was when we were talking about hair and the morena said her hair was dirty. I told the morena that she looked like some exotic girl I would find on a deserted island in the Caribbean, when I washed ashore as a pirate. An old kiwi lady (who was done up real nice I must admit, striking pink lip stick, shades, and a hat that reminded me of a fascinator) stops and comments on how I was really giving it my best go with that 'pick up line' lol. I beam back at her, happy she liked my effortless effort. We chat with her for a few moments. She is super surprised to learn that the girls are from Brazil. I ask the old lady to give us an iconic kiwi slang phrase. She exceeds my expectations, 'she'll be right.....MATE'. Lmao. The lady is with two other old guys (let's orgy?) and comments to them how she heard me use the deserted island line and that the girls were eating it up (they must have had positive facial expressions/body language). I reckon if an old lady thinks two girls like you then you must be doing something right.
We exchange IGs, walk around for like 10 more minutes. They are super fun. I even ask them if they have kissed each other. Thinking about 3somes because of an article by @Teevster I read on GC a couple days ago. They say ew no, they're like sisters. Oh well maybe I could have gone extra raunchy being like 'well even sisters sometimes like to enjoy one another', without any air of judgement. The only thing bothering me during this whole interaction was dealing with my thoughts about the future, about how I'll narrow down my interest to only one of them. We walk to the side of the fair that I exit at. I want to get home because my host family cooked bbq ribs for dinner! The curly haired morena mentions a phone #. I hesitate a bit, thinking I want the blonde more and that I'd rather just get her # after messaging on IG. I have a fried chicken box in my hands so I don't bother giving them a hug. There was lots of incidental touch on the arms, sides of their bodies throughout the interaction though so they know my intent. We'll see where this goes.
All 4 of the IGs of the girls I met at the fair:
On the day I made 8 approaches. 1 phone # and 4 IGs. I'll take it
OKAY SO NOW BACK TO THE MAIN EVENT.
I texted Gale while I was at the fair.
Short and sweet. She's down to meet up tonight. Perfect.
We meet up for mocktails at this very cool building that houses a handful of shops/cafes/bars. NEWSFLASH. The place I had in mind isn't open and there are no mocktails. Probably for the best though. I chat with a bartender at the adjacent bar, she's cute, helpful, and I tell her my embarrassing carafe mispronunciation story while eating in Denny's with my family back 10 years ago. Gale arrives, we hug, I tell her she looks quite nice. She's put on pants, and a white flowy shirt that shows some cleavage, I like it. We both have the white and black style going and I comment on that. As we look at the menu I bring up carafe again and it's cool because as I begin to tell the carafe story to her, the bartender overhears and chuckles, making it seem like she and I have an inside joke going. Some social proof/pre-selection perhaps. We get red wine in a carafe to share. Goodness alcohol is so farking expensive here.
Gale and I go to the open seating area in the middle of the building to begin indulging ourselves within the wine. There's a sofa and it's ours. Initially the cushions are set up on the ends so there is like a one meter space between us. That is no good. Like a bird slowly building a nest, I rearrange them so they are directly behind me, propping me up, as I sit a few inches away from her. She is adventurous, telling me about bungee jumping for the first time and skydiving. She is wearing small silvery skull and cross bone earrings. We make plans to play pirates and find buried treasure. I mention how I'm a scoundrel. Lots of incidental touch on her arms, hands, our legs bumping into one another. There is no logical method. Kino is an extension of your words. We have something we want to communicate, our words get us part way there, our touch gets us another part, our eye contact, our tone, our rhythm, everything all in that moment.
I notice a glint coming from outside. Purple clouds. Could it be the sunset? I bolt upright and follow the light. I'm outside on a patio and the view is stunning. Purple clouds, orange glow at the horizon. I beckon for Gale to come outside where I'm standing. She complies without hesitation. We walk back to our couch to make sure nobody has ran off with our wine. We get another round. She goes to the bathroom and I tell her I'll plan a trip for us with the Lonely Planet magazine that is lying on a nearby Ottoman. There is a blurb about tango dancing and how it is like making love in a vertical position. This is part of the trip I plan. She eats it up when she gets back. It's been an hour and she hasn't looked at her phone. I tell her I really like that, how she is present with me. I really really like that. She mentions how she recently listened to a podcast about mindfulness meditation and wants to try it. Funny. I'm a certified mindfulness meditation coach. I don't mention this, all I do is take her through a quick exercise noticing her breath, explaining how it is always there, a bridge between our conscious and subconscious minds, an anchor into the present moment.
So many other topics came up. Surfing. Her hickeys as a teenager. Weed brownies. Interstellar. The Crown. Water. Choir. Working in hostels. The Marion in Wellington because we both stayed there. The showers there and how I was talking to some girls there and we decided those showers would be the best place to have sex. Passion. Art. Pitching. I know interesting conversation isn't the end all be all to seduction, but it sure makes it a better time. I had this post by Bacchus in the back of my mind some of the time too. I whisper in her ear at times. I stroke the inside of her forearm to distract her. She tells me my looks are too intense. I back off a bit, admitting I am quite intense.
I can't get over the way she looks as she puts the glass of wine to her lips and tilts her head back. I let her know this. From the side, at this angle, she emits an elegant aura, an absolute beauty to behold. That becomes an inside joke the entire time and she can barely take a sip while keeping a straight face.
I tell her one of the worst things I have ever done, drunk driving, before I finish the story, she's giving me these puppy dog eyes and our faces are really close. I go in for a kiss. 10 seconds maybe and I pull back first. I continue my story.
I tell her I'll walk her home. She lives with a couple in their 30s who probably won't be keen to see a random guy brought into their flat. Gale and I are really into each other though and I figure maybe I can make something happen and if I walk back to her place with her I can persuade her to invite me up to the flat. My situation is not ideal for sleeping with girls in my own bed. I live with a host family, 20 minutes away from the town center and I'm not pulling anyone into their home while they're home (I don't want to be almost kicked out of a home like I was in Australia back in 2017 lol).
We begin the walk. She literally lives a couple buildings away. We kiss a bit more. She is really pushing up on me, even rubbing her pussy on my legs. I say something like I'll only come up to her flat for a few minutes, to use the bathroom (so lame). She seems to agree to this and we walk through the main entry from the street, but then have to walk another 100 meters to get to her specific building within the complex. By the time we get to the actual front door, she tells me she's sorry, but I can't come up to the flat with her. She seems really down to remain outside and make out though. I push her up against a wall, mindful to put my hand behind her head to soften the blow. Again I'm the first one to pull back. I slowly walk away from the front door and towards an area that is somewhat darker and less exposed. She follows me.
I asked her if she has data and can put on music. She can. Baila baila balia. Ponle música, pa' que esto no pare. We dance sensually to this song. Spins. Neck kisses. Her pussy rubbing against my thighs. I dance us over to what looks like an air conditioner box (like 1.5 meters tall and wide). It is enclosed on 3 sides. I push her up against a wall again. Our hands are now exploring each other. She's moaning. I rub her pussy with my hand on the outside of her pants. She enjoys this. I go under her pants, tease for a few moments. Then start fingering her. I pull her over behind the box. Grab 'em by the pussy? Now it feels like we're alone. I get her to put her hands on the side of the box, sticking her ass into me. I undo her pants, pull them down, and finger her from behind. I hear two people walking behind us on the path leading up to the building entrance. They're like 5 meters away, we're only separated by this thin wooden wall with slits in it (we were in a dark area so I doubt they saw anything). I use this as an opportunity to whisper in Gale's ear. Shhhhhhhhhh. She wiggles her ass back into me with more force, grinding against me. I'm getting harder.
I let the people pass by and then I pull down my pants too. I grab a condom out of a pocket, having her jerk me off while I open it. I'm only half hard, not used to this whole sex in the great outdoors thing, the cool air caressing me in an unfamiliar way. I put the condom on and I'm not quite hard enough to enter her. I have to help myself out. After 20 seconds or so I'm hard enough and put the P in the V.
I popped my Scottish cherry. I popped my sex in public cherry. It felt amazing, it was exhilarating, but I also felt embarrassed, I came within 5 seconds. What a letdown I thought to myself. Why can't I last longer???
I definitely should have used the bathroom at the bar before leaving. I've noticed that even a somewhat full bladder reduces my lasting power.
Also noFAP. It's been 6 days since I had sex.
Long-term I want to be able to have orgasms without ejaculating. Full out sexual kung-fu master!!! If anyone thinks this is BS, be my guest, flame away.
Gale didn't seem too visibly disappointed. I fingered her a bit more. We kissed. I hope I made her feel beautiful while she was being a slut for me. We talked for a few minutes with our pants down. I mention how what I like most about sex is lying next to someone naked, the endorphins flooding your system, opening up, caressing one another. And we won't get to do that, alluding to perhaps if there's a next time we can improve on this exhibition. I mention how it was my first time having sex out in public. She says it's her first time too (I don't believe her, maybe if there's a 2nd meet up we can open up more about this, when I've actually given her some good dick and we have some meaningful pillow talk). I make a joke about not being so great at tango and making love in a vertical position. I might have gone overboard with all of this.
IT IS JUST SO FRUSTRATING TO COME ACROSS AS A LOVER AND THEN NOT DELIVER.
I tie the condom into a knot. I'm talking to myself out loud, asking what do I do with this, I'm always awkward in situations I've never been in before (limiting belief). She gives me shit, jokingly mad, saying you have to find a bin, that she had to clean up used condoms at some hostel she worked at and that sucked. LOL.
We put our clothes back on and I walk her back to her front door. We kiss more. The final moments were me pulling back first, then going forward to pull her back into me, but she was already too far away. She walks to her door without looking at me. I call out her name in a surprisingly low voice. She turns. I blow her a kiss.
Then I go home and write this up.
Tomorrow (Saturday) I have tentative plans to meet up for lunch with a girl I met on Monday. Then in the evening, more tentative plans to meet up a 2nd time with Summery Cush.
To any beginners out there who have read all of this: This is what abundance feels like. Knowing that you can be yourself and you can seduce people. Almost effortlessly. That you transformed yourself from an awkward dork into someone with reasonable competence with being social and sexual. That you have the power to create your own destiny.
Knowing you have come a long way, but you still have a long way to go. It excites me. Onward.
This LR is long. Mainly because I include all of the approaches I did today. I wanted to include all of them because I believe it demonstrates how being social/sexual and building momentum can lead to some incredible results (at least relative to my intermediate skill level). I probably could get better at only putting in the relevant points. I'm more of a scenic route person though, not one to take the express highway.
***Any advice for improving my LR? Especially advice that would help me write in a way that would be more helpful for other guys.
I take a bus into town at 11am for a trial shift at a burger joint. I want to get at least one approach in while I'm in town. Nobody worthwhile on the bus, nobody worthwhile on the walk to the restaurant. I'm feeling a wee bit nervous before the shift starts. I sit down on a bench beforehand to take some deep breaths and get present, a mini meditation.
During the shift I'm mostly working the floor. Cleaning, taking dishes, chatting a little with customers, making eyes with the pretty girls. The place has a partnership with a coffee stand next door so occasionally I run orders over there or clean mugs after we washed them. There was a dark haired girl working there who seemed like she had an accent from the US. Nice full lips, pretty smile, feminine legs and some curves. My type.
After my shift ends at 2pm I go over there to buy a coffee. A guy takes my order, but she gives it to me. I tell her she sounds like she's from the states (I don't like saying 'American' because technically everyone from North, Central, and South America is 'American'). She says she is, she's from Ohio. She asks where I'm from. I don't answer immediately, instead questioning why she said the city she's from with a drop off at the end, like she thinks it's a lame place. We exchange names. She repeats and asks where I'm from. I tell her. I wish I had played coy and asked her how long she is staying here or how long she is working until. Left my details a mystery. I say thanks and head off. Hopefully I made enough of an impression that if I go back to that cafe and say what's up using her name and recalling her home city she'll remember me.
***Any tips for seducing a barista like this? My idea is if something takes me back to that area then I'll check the cafe out again and if she's there I ask her when she gets off. Then if she says, 30 minutes or an hour or 2 hours I say I'm headed somewhere somewhat nearby to do something, but when she gets off we should meet up for a walk or anything.
I have my nitro cold brew coffee and I'm buzzing. Beautiful day. I'm heading back home to give my phone a bit of a charge before heading to the Agricultural Show. As I walk back to my bus stop I see a cutie standing 2 meters away from me at a red light. We both jay walk and I sidle along side her and say she's pretty and I would like to meet her. She hesitates and then says she has a partner. I reply 'obviously...' and then something along the lines of 'we could still walk together for a minute'. She motions back to the intersection and says no he's right there. LOL. I go 'ohhhhh...yeah...well enjoy the rest of your day!
'. Can't win them all (but every time you take action is a win). Students of life rejoice.I continue on for a block and at another intersection I see a woman with some legs, curves, waiting on the other side of the intersection. She's wearing a yellow jacket, sunglasses, a summery look, and as I pass I don't know if she gave me a look or not. Her skin makes her seem older, mid 30s at least. As she's walking away I hesitate because I see the girl I previously approached with her partner 30 meters behind me. I cross the street (it was running along a river) and over to the crossing street that runs over the water, reflecting, gathering myself. The girl I previously approached and her partner continue on the way I was going. The woman in yellow is walking slowly on a pedestrian walk way down by the water. I turn back and walk after her.
I was probably 40 meters away and close the gap so I'm only like 10. I decide it isn't worth it. She's walking the way I came, her butt only looks okay, and I want to go catch a bus. I walk back to the intersection I originally saw her at. THIS TIME, I see a girl in a black flowy dress, with sunglasses, waiting on the other side. I wussed out of opening the yellow jacket woman so I'm extra motivated to make this open. She jay walks and I wait on my side. She gets to me, maybe looks at me, hard to tell with sunglasses, and I tell her I like her dress, flowing in the wind, and that she looks really feminine today. She hooks immediately. We exchange names. She is Gale (not actually though) and is from Scotland. I ask if I can walk with her for a minute or two. She guesses where I'm from. Thinks I'm west coast in the US, but I'm east coast
I always get that haha.The conversation flows easily. Common traveler topics. When did you get here? How long are you staying? Why are you here? But I'm smiling, high energy, getting her laughing, letting my fundamentals shine. We walk like 100 meters or so together. I tell her I want to head back the way I came to catch my bus and go to the fair. I ask if she has a NZ number. She does. She gives me it, I text her on the spot. In my head at this point I'm thinking about how I can plant the seed for a meet up. She mentions how she's working tomorrow and is quite busy this weekend. The only thing that really stood out to me during the end of the interaction was that I asked her what color her eyes were to get her to remove her sunglasses. I give them a good look, brown, kind of surprising given her blonde hair and fair complexion. I tell her she's cute, with sincerity. We hug as a farewell. She gives me some final eye contact turning her head completely around towards me as she walks away. I love women.
Probably a 5-10 minute interaction all in all.
I get to my bus stop. I'm the only one there sitting on a bench. It's next to a hospital and there are doctors/nurses constantly walking past the bus stop. This short blonde girl in a scrub uniform walks past the stop and towards the hospital. She doesn't give me a look, but I have 6 minutes before my bus arrives so I'm like what the heck I might as well open her. I bounce up from the bench and quickly shuffle to catch up to her. Just before the intersection I open her from the side saying 'hey so I noticed you walking and you're quite pretty and I'd like to meet you'. She is taken aback, pleased, yet suddenly it turns into a disappointed look on her face. She tells me that she likes my confidence, but that she has a partner (so weird here in NZ, that people say they have a partner, not a boyfriend, I'm going to start playing dumb saying 'partner? dance partner? partner in crime?' lol). I say something like, 'obviously, look at you....that's okay...how is it working out for you?' She says good, they're buying a house together. Oh that is quite serious. The light changes and she is crossing the street to get to the hospital. I let her go and tell her to enjoy the beautiful day. She smiles and says farewell.
I like interactions like that actually because while it was only a short dance, she appreciated my masculinity and how I appreciated her feminine essence. I appreciated her feminine radiance and how she appreciated my masculine edge. It made my day better. Plus it was a reference point and gave me more social momentum. I'm addicted.
I go to the agricultural fair. Asking folks if the sheep shearing competition has already happened. They don't know lol. But I'm building social momentum
I wander around and find my way to the sheep shearing finals. These guys shear 8 sheep perfectly in like 8 minutes. Wtf. Savages. Halfway through I notice a young girl next to me. I don't quite catch her eye, but I catch her out of the corner of my eye looking at me shortly after I had glanced at her. I think she was with her family, though they leave her to go sit down. I make some indirect comment about how crazy this is, never having seen it before. She replies. I ask her if she has ever sheared a sheep before. She says no. We toss a couple more comments back and forth. Figuring out where each other are from. Exchanging names, she is Ja, she's 18. The competition we watch ends and they start setting up for another one. It is quieter now and we can actually hear one another. We exchange IGs.She says she has to leave to check something. Might have been to get better mobile service so she could add me back on IG lol. She comes back and we talk a bit more. She lives on a farm, an hour from town, but she comes into town 5 days a week for a class to obtain some tourism certification. Good to know. We can meet up sometime
The next competition is about to start and I say I want to go out and check out the parade she said was going on when she bopped outside for a bit. She tells me no, stay and watch the shearing with her. I watch for a minute or so, enough for us to place a bet on who would win (we should have wagered something though! That would have been fun). I bounce on a high note, there is fresh air to breathe, more of the fair to see, and more pretty girls to chat up!I head out of the sheep shearing tent and back out toward the main field. There is a crowd gathered as some last animals from the parade are crossing the pathway. On the other side I notice an older woman (30s) with a pretty face. The animals finish crossing and the gates are lifted. The woman stays where she is standing though as pretty much everyone else dissipates. I walk past her and she doesn't give me a look. I turn around though and she has a phat ass. I turn on a dime and walk back to her. I glance over and check to see if she's wearing any rings. 'Are you a cowgirl?' I ask. She chuckles and says no. I act surprised and stammer, 'but your boots!'. She pulls up her pants to show that they barely even cover her ankles lol. She says she's here for work. I act like that is the coolest thing ever, she is getting paid to be here right now. We exchange names. She says she flies out tonight and tells me she rarely comes to my town. I act all dejected. Oh well. She wants to find her boss because then again, she is actually working. Part of the ministry of primary industries up in Wellington. Serious lady. We had our moments. Perhaps I should have pushed for an IG or a Facebook close just in case she made it down to my town again this summer. This is what I can get better at. Sometimes I get caught by surprise and can't quite recover quickly enough in the moment to push an interaction to get the result I want.
I keep walking and see a girl wearing a Chicago Bulls hat by a food truck. I go up to her and ask if she's a Bulls fan. She's like not really, she just thought it looked cool. I agree. I also mention how she is pretty. We chat for a couple minutes. She competes in strong woman competitions. She decides not to order anything at this particular truck. Too expensive and she is saving money for a trip to NYC in 2020! I ask if I can walk with her for a little while, being extra polite to be polarizing. We walk together, however, she sees a friend who is a girl from the military and tells me, 'sorry I want to go over and talk to my friend. It was really nice to meet you though!' She didn't wow me physically and I wasn't really feeling the vibe all that much so I decide not to push forwards with it, to join her catch up with the friend.
I go onward. I talk to a girl from France who is manning a wine station. Free samples and learning about New Zealand wine. I'm about it.
I go to the main event field. It's empty, yet there are still some people lingering in the grassy area around it sitting down. I pass a guy and two girls, one of which is eating an ice cream. Looks kind of like a cutie from afar. I exit the grassy area and loop around. I use another entry way to walk back into the grassy area. The guy and the girl not eating ice cream walk down the stairs past me. I climb up and see ice cream girl finishing her cone. I go right up to her and ask if her friends have left her there all alone. She says yeah she was waiting to finish her cone and then she was going to walk after them. Strange. I ask instead if I can sit down beside her and chat for a little bit (I think I can get away with asking/being overly polite more than other guys because of my fundamentals, high T levels, noFAP/charged sexual energy, presence, etc. When I'm polite I try to evoke Brad Pitt from Meet Joe Black. I recently watched part of that movie). She is receptive. Her name is Ly and she takes a couple minutes before telling me she has a partner. They have traveled to the US together and even have plans to go there again in December for three months to do work in the hunting industry. I get the sense that her partner and her have a good thing going. We chat in a more platonic way than I usually go for. We talk about politics a bit. I mention Andrew Yang lol. #YANGGANG. We exchange IGs.
Ly points me in the right direction before I head off to the big food tent. I'm hungry. We say farewell. I give her a fist bump (lol why?). I arrive at the tent and am checking out the food almost as lustfully as I check out curvy women. New Zealand has some charming boutique food products. I get a free sample of some extra hot chutney. The two women next to me (in their late 20s or early 30s) dared me to eat the extra hot one. I tell one of them only if you do it with me. She agrees. It isn't even that hot, only enough to let you know it's there. Not enough to make you want to leave. I stay and chat another minute with the woman who is selling her chutney wears. Asking what food it goes best with. Social social social.
I continue on and turn a corner, catching the eye of a beauty who had her head turned toward me, looking for somebody else it felt like. She was, she finds her friend and they walk to a potato station. I walk by them and notice that they both turn to check me out as I walk by. The initial eye contact must have hit the mark. I see a peanut butter station. HYFR. Dabble with the free samples. Buy a sweet and spicy, hot chili laced peanut butter. Gainz season. While I was sampling and buying I was looking back every 30 seconds or so to see if the two girls who checked me out were still at the potato station. When I turned to go back towards them they had disappeared. My heart sank, but I reassured myself that they couldn't have gone very far. I see that they walked out of the tent and I catch up to them. They stop and I tell them they're pretty and I would like to meet them. They quickly make it apparent that English is not their first language. They're Brazilian. SEXY.
We walk together. I take some bites of their ice cream waffle taco. I tell them the story of the Iowa State Fair and the corn dogs and the comedian posing as a democratic primary candidate who ate his dog like a cock and then it went viral. They laughed a lot at that. The girl I initially made eye contact with was blonde, green eyes, more curves, An, a bit older, 27, and the other one had a darker complexion, curly hair, Ra, morena, 23, gorgeous smile. I think I'm attracted to the blonde one more, she is more reserved though, not as confident with her English. I can help her with that
I'm speaking Spanglish with them though, no farks given.One highlight I remember was when we were talking about hair and the morena said her hair was dirty. I told the morena that she looked like some exotic girl I would find on a deserted island in the Caribbean, when I washed ashore as a pirate. An old kiwi lady (who was done up real nice I must admit, striking pink lip stick, shades, and a hat that reminded me of a fascinator) stops and comments on how I was really giving it my best go with that 'pick up line' lol. I beam back at her, happy she liked my effortless effort. We chat with her for a few moments. She is super surprised to learn that the girls are from Brazil. I ask the old lady to give us an iconic kiwi slang phrase. She exceeds my expectations, 'she'll be right.....MATE'. Lmao. The lady is with two other old guys (let's orgy?) and comments to them how she heard me use the deserted island line and that the girls were eating it up (they must have had positive facial expressions/body language). I reckon if an old lady thinks two girls like you then you must be doing something right.
We exchange IGs, walk around for like 10 more minutes. They are super fun. I even ask them if they have kissed each other. Thinking about 3somes because of an article by @Teevster I read on GC a couple days ago. They say ew no, they're like sisters. Oh well maybe I could have gone extra raunchy being like 'well even sisters sometimes like to enjoy one another', without any air of judgement. The only thing bothering me during this whole interaction was dealing with my thoughts about the future, about how I'll narrow down my interest to only one of them. We walk to the side of the fair that I exit at. I want to get home because my host family cooked bbq ribs for dinner! The curly haired morena mentions a phone #. I hesitate a bit, thinking I want the blonde more and that I'd rather just get her # after messaging on IG. I have a fried chicken box in my hands so I don't bother giving them a hug. There was lots of incidental touch on the arms, sides of their bodies throughout the interaction though so they know my intent. We'll see where this goes.
All 4 of the IGs of the girls I met at the fair:
On the day I made 8 approaches. 1 phone # and 4 IGs. I'll take it
OKAY SO NOW BACK TO THE MAIN EVENT.
I texted Gale while I was at the fair.
Short and sweet. She's down to meet up tonight. Perfect.
We meet up for mocktails at this very cool building that houses a handful of shops/cafes/bars. NEWSFLASH. The place I had in mind isn't open and there are no mocktails. Probably for the best though. I chat with a bartender at the adjacent bar, she's cute, helpful, and I tell her my embarrassing carafe mispronunciation story while eating in Denny's with my family back 10 years ago. Gale arrives, we hug, I tell her she looks quite nice. She's put on pants, and a white flowy shirt that shows some cleavage, I like it. We both have the white and black style going and I comment on that. As we look at the menu I bring up carafe again and it's cool because as I begin to tell the carafe story to her, the bartender overhears and chuckles, making it seem like she and I have an inside joke going. Some social proof/pre-selection perhaps. We get red wine in a carafe to share. Goodness alcohol is so farking expensive here.
Gale and I go to the open seating area in the middle of the building to begin indulging ourselves within the wine. There's a sofa and it's ours. Initially the cushions are set up on the ends so there is like a one meter space between us. That is no good. Like a bird slowly building a nest, I rearrange them so they are directly behind me, propping me up, as I sit a few inches away from her. She is adventurous, telling me about bungee jumping for the first time and skydiving. She is wearing small silvery skull and cross bone earrings. We make plans to play pirates and find buried treasure. I mention how I'm a scoundrel. Lots of incidental touch on her arms, hands, our legs bumping into one another. There is no logical method. Kino is an extension of your words. We have something we want to communicate, our words get us part way there, our touch gets us another part, our eye contact, our tone, our rhythm, everything all in that moment.
I notice a glint coming from outside. Purple clouds. Could it be the sunset? I bolt upright and follow the light. I'm outside on a patio and the view is stunning. Purple clouds, orange glow at the horizon. I beckon for Gale to come outside where I'm standing. She complies without hesitation. We walk back to our couch to make sure nobody has ran off with our wine. We get another round. She goes to the bathroom and I tell her I'll plan a trip for us with the Lonely Planet magazine that is lying on a nearby Ottoman. There is a blurb about tango dancing and how it is like making love in a vertical position. This is part of the trip I plan. She eats it up when she gets back. It's been an hour and she hasn't looked at her phone. I tell her I really like that, how she is present with me. I really really like that. She mentions how she recently listened to a podcast about mindfulness meditation and wants to try it. Funny. I'm a certified mindfulness meditation coach. I don't mention this, all I do is take her through a quick exercise noticing her breath, explaining how it is always there, a bridge between our conscious and subconscious minds, an anchor into the present moment.
So many other topics came up. Surfing. Her hickeys as a teenager. Weed brownies. Interstellar. The Crown. Water. Choir. Working in hostels. The Marion in Wellington because we both stayed there. The showers there and how I was talking to some girls there and we decided those showers would be the best place to have sex. Passion. Art. Pitching. I know interesting conversation isn't the end all be all to seduction, but it sure makes it a better time. I had this post by Bacchus in the back of my mind some of the time too. I whisper in her ear at times. I stroke the inside of her forearm to distract her. She tells me my looks are too intense. I back off a bit, admitting I am quite intense.
I can't get over the way she looks as she puts the glass of wine to her lips and tilts her head back. I let her know this. From the side, at this angle, she emits an elegant aura, an absolute beauty to behold. That becomes an inside joke the entire time and she can barely take a sip while keeping a straight face.
I tell her one of the worst things I have ever done, drunk driving, before I finish the story, she's giving me these puppy dog eyes and our faces are really close. I go in for a kiss. 10 seconds maybe and I pull back first. I continue my story.
I tell her I'll walk her home. She lives with a couple in their 30s who probably won't be keen to see a random guy brought into their flat. Gale and I are really into each other though and I figure maybe I can make something happen and if I walk back to her place with her I can persuade her to invite me up to the flat. My situation is not ideal for sleeping with girls in my own bed. I live with a host family, 20 minutes away from the town center and I'm not pulling anyone into their home while they're home (I don't want to be almost kicked out of a home like I was in Australia back in 2017 lol).
We begin the walk. She literally lives a couple buildings away. We kiss a bit more. She is really pushing up on me, even rubbing her pussy on my legs. I say something like I'll only come up to her flat for a few minutes, to use the bathroom (so lame). She seems to agree to this and we walk through the main entry from the street, but then have to walk another 100 meters to get to her specific building within the complex. By the time we get to the actual front door, she tells me she's sorry, but I can't come up to the flat with her. She seems really down to remain outside and make out though. I push her up against a wall, mindful to put my hand behind her head to soften the blow. Again I'm the first one to pull back. I slowly walk away from the front door and towards an area that is somewhat darker and less exposed. She follows me.
I asked her if she has data and can put on music. She can. Baila baila balia. Ponle música, pa' que esto no pare. We dance sensually to this song. Spins. Neck kisses. Her pussy rubbing against my thighs. I dance us over to what looks like an air conditioner box (like 1.5 meters tall and wide). It is enclosed on 3 sides. I push her up against a wall again. Our hands are now exploring each other. She's moaning. I rub her pussy with my hand on the outside of her pants. She enjoys this. I go under her pants, tease for a few moments. Then start fingering her. I pull her over behind the box. Grab 'em by the pussy? Now it feels like we're alone. I get her to put her hands on the side of the box, sticking her ass into me. I undo her pants, pull them down, and finger her from behind. I hear two people walking behind us on the path leading up to the building entrance. They're like 5 meters away, we're only separated by this thin wooden wall with slits in it (we were in a dark area so I doubt they saw anything). I use this as an opportunity to whisper in Gale's ear. Shhhhhhhhhh. She wiggles her ass back into me with more force, grinding against me. I'm getting harder.
I let the people pass by and then I pull down my pants too. I grab a condom out of a pocket, having her jerk me off while I open it. I'm only half hard, not used to this whole sex in the great outdoors thing, the cool air caressing me in an unfamiliar way. I put the condom on and I'm not quite hard enough to enter her. I have to help myself out. After 20 seconds or so I'm hard enough and put the P in the V.
I popped my Scottish cherry. I popped my sex in public cherry. It felt amazing, it was exhilarating, but I also felt embarrassed, I came within 5 seconds. What a letdown I thought to myself. Why can't I last longer???
I definitely should have used the bathroom at the bar before leaving. I've noticed that even a somewhat full bladder reduces my lasting power.
Also noFAP. It's been 6 days since I had sex.
Long-term I want to be able to have orgasms without ejaculating. Full out sexual kung-fu master!!! If anyone thinks this is BS, be my guest, flame away.
Gale didn't seem too visibly disappointed. I fingered her a bit more. We kissed. I hope I made her feel beautiful while she was being a slut for me. We talked for a few minutes with our pants down. I mention how what I like most about sex is lying next to someone naked, the endorphins flooding your system, opening up, caressing one another. And we won't get to do that, alluding to perhaps if there's a next time we can improve on this exhibition. I mention how it was my first time having sex out in public. She says it's her first time too (I don't believe her, maybe if there's a 2nd meet up we can open up more about this, when I've actually given her some good dick and we have some meaningful pillow talk). I make a joke about not being so great at tango and making love in a vertical position. I might have gone overboard with all of this.
IT IS JUST SO FRUSTRATING TO COME ACROSS AS A LOVER AND THEN NOT DELIVER.
I tie the condom into a knot. I'm talking to myself out loud, asking what do I do with this, I'm always awkward in situations I've never been in before (limiting belief). She gives me shit, jokingly mad, saying you have to find a bin, that she had to clean up used condoms at some hostel she worked at and that sucked. LOL.
We put our clothes back on and I walk her back to her front door. We kiss more. The final moments were me pulling back first, then going forward to pull her back into me, but she was already too far away. She walks to her door without looking at me. I call out her name in a surprisingly low voice. She turns. I blow her a kiss.
Then I go home and write this up.
Tomorrow (Saturday) I have tentative plans to meet up for lunch with a girl I met on Monday. Then in the evening, more tentative plans to meet up a 2nd time with Summery Cush.
To any beginners out there who have read all of this: This is what abundance feels like. Knowing that you can be yourself and you can seduce people. Almost effortlessly. That you transformed yourself from an awkward dork into someone with reasonable competence with being social and sexual. That you have the power to create your own destiny.
Knowing you have come a long way, but you still have a long way to go. It excites me. Onward.
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