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*Note the start of this report is a reflection I wrote down for my personal keepings. If you want to read the report skip to where the dashed line starts.
I was just going over the goal I set for myself at the beginning of the year when I first moved to Orlando.
My main goal of coming down here was to be in a big city (well bigger than back home at least) and really focus on my seduction/dating life, while not dropping out of school.
I went through a dry spell in the middle of January until the first week of March in which I started doubting if I'd be able to make this happen but as of now I'm thinking I might have a pretty decent chance.
This report is from the girl I took home last night so this is actually a milestone in an of itself being that I took 2 girls home in 3 days time.
From the aforementioned goal I wrote down I had an epiphany recently that is something I've learned from seduction which applies to life as well.
Freedom from outcome: Being that even though I have this goal I really want to achieve I shouldn't be attached to the outcome and allow it to heavily dictate my happiness.
I find for me that goals are important because they give you something to shoot for and give you purpose. However when you become identified and overly invest emotionally into the goal you get to the point where you become needy in the same way you do when you get oneitis.
I tend to believe that the world, God, Universe dislikes this scarce frame of mind to come from and doesn't reward bad behavior by giving you what you want but rather what you need.
A goal gives you something to shoot for along with the motivation to take action but once you're taking action I find it best to forget about and it judge your success on taking action and enjoying the process.
I really really want to achieve this goal I set but at the same time if I weren't able to I wouldn't be devasted emotionally or lose self esteem. Because of that mind set I'm probably more likely to get what I want I find.
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Last night my roommate invited me out with his friends. I'm 21 and they are all in their 30's.
We pregame at our house for a bit and get better acquainted and comfortable with one another. We trade stories from our college days and get to ball busting and shooting the shit. They can't get enough of my philosophy on dating and some of my stories. These are a solid group of guys and by no means scrubs so I try and take the validation as humbly as possible.
I tell them how I never pay for dates and they think that's the most awesome ballsy shit they've ever heard of. I tell them my reason for doing so and they're all massively excited to try out "splitting the bill". My roommate who is a lot nicer than I am is shaking his head in mild disgust yet laughing at the hilarity that my concept actually works.
We rock out to the club and roll up. One of the guys I'm with is a little nervous being that we're hitting a college bar and he's 35 and looks the part, but I tell him to keep his cool and we'll be good to go (which I turn out to be right girls liked him).
We get in the club and we head to the bar so they can get drinks. I strike up conversation with a sorority girl that I instantly hit it off with. She's investing trying to get to know me but her friends highly dislike me.
At one point I'm talking to her and put my hand on the small of her back for a second and her sorority sister takes physically takes my hand off and swats it away. Haha. They eventually drag her away as she looks back longingly saying "sorry!". My fault on that one. Oh well.
I get back up with my friends and we're now on the large wooden patio of the club. My roommate and I are talking to 3 other girls and one of the guys we came with brings shots over for the whole group. He brings the energy and we're all sharing stories and teasing the girls and whatnot just having massive amounts of fun.
However being that I don't drink I hold onto my shot and decide to save it for something special. I pull my buddy that got shots for all of us aside and tell him we're bout to go adventure. We head off together and I see this girl by herself drifting through the crowd. Not amazing in the face but cute, and I can tell would have a nice body with her clothes off however something distracts me and I don't approach.
Luckily my buddy has my back and calls her over, says nothing to her and turns me around into her. My nigga.
I look at him and mouth "watch this"
I take this girl in one arm and say "shot!" Taking the shot I was still holding I tilt her head back and feed it to her before she can decline it and as soon as she swallows the shot and before she knows what hit her I start making out with her in which she reciprocates back quite heavily.
I don't expect this to go anywhere since most club makeouts never go anywhere but she doesn't immediately leave so I decide to push this shit and see where it goes.
The emotional tenor just had a massive build up with a release so she's on this emotional roller coaster and I have to build the tension back up.
I do this by first qualifying her on her adventurous and brave personality and then resume talking as if we didn't just passionately makeout. I start joking around with her and move her to a different part of the bar.
Here I can tell she's into me since she's qualifying herself and investing heavily into the conversation.
She's a bit shy so I'm carrying most of the weight in the conversation but I enjoy hearing myself talk.
I know it's going to be time to pull her soon so I screen for her logistics. Turns out she came here with her cousin (a guy) and that's it (someone I'm presuming isn't super important and is independent enough to hang at a bar by himself). We're 7 minutes away from my house (for once haha) so logistics are prime.
Now the only thing with potential to hold me back from pulling her right then and there is the Slut Factor which I'll show will divulge into how I handled this momentarily.
Shout out to Drexel if you're reading this since I did exactly what you recommended to do.
Right after I first moved her I ask her "what is something interesting that she likes to think about?" to which she doesn't have a great answer for.
I then tell her about what I find interesting to talk about which is a book I'm reading about sex in the 16th century and how sexually liberated the author was for his time. She agrees that she thinks that it's an interesting subject.
and then this:
I tell how eventually alpha male chooses the mate he desire most and that all the cavewomen get jealous and decide to come up with a plan to separate them so they can get a chance to mate with the alpha male.
The unchosen cavewomen do this by making up the narrative that it is wrong for a women to have sex with a man too soon and then start shaming the girl he chose for being "too easy". Over time the girl becomes brainwashed by the other cavewomen and leaves the tribe in a false sense of shame that was forced upon her.
This is how the word slut came about and as you can see it was created out of jealousy and isn't a real thing, thus "sluts" only exist to the regular masses that believe the social narrative that society has fed them.
She agrees completely and says "I like us better than the rest of them!" as she motions towards the masses surrounding us in the club.
Time to pull!
I take her and say we're going on to get married!... for the night (she mentioned she wants to be a marriage planner) She likes this idea and puts up no resistance. I tell her she can plan it all out right now (lol not I'm leading) and she starts giving me a list of what we need (flowers, candles, other bullshit)
I'm leading her through the club towards the exit and she proactively makes a big effort to interlock hands with me.
I take her outside and we get in a cab. I tell her we're going to hang out at my house for a bit because the alcohol there is cheaper. She agrees and we take the ride back in the cab to my house.
We get back and make drinks and each use the bathroom. I put on Sade and when she reenters my room I pull her into me and she initiates kissing me. I back her up slowly until she gets to the wall in which she starts breathing heavy and becomes more turned on as do I.
She's not reciprocating tongue action so I command her "stick you tongue down my throat". This command turns her on and she enthusiastically strokes her tongue down my throat. Her enthusiasm turns me on and I start peeling her booty shorts off so she's in her thong. She's very arousing in just a thong and T-shirt.
I start teasing her my running my hands up and down her belly into her pelvic area without ever touching her pussy and she noticeably becomes frustrated and turned on at the same time.
I then slide a few fingers around her clit and test her wetness in which she is more than ready to go.
I take my pants off and go retrieve a condom but before doing so as to not kill the vibe I command her "stay there" with sexy eye contact. I grab a condom and throw it on.
I then pin her up against the wall with one of her legs pulled up and her other leg on the ground for support. Once I get my tip inside of her I pull her other leg up so the only thing keeping her up is my body weight pinning her against my wall as I start sliding my cock in and out of her.
She's massively turned on by the dominance.
Then this song starts playing https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cA9gUspn6gc. It's "Smooth Operator" by Sade and it's a pretty fucking awesome moment.
You can finish the rest yourself.
Keep it pimping gentlemen!
-Rob
I was just going over the goal I set for myself at the beginning of the year when I first moved to Orlando.
This is written down on a notepad I have.
My main goal of coming down here was to be in a big city (well bigger than back home at least) and really focus on my seduction/dating life, while not dropping out of school.
I went through a dry spell in the middle of January until the first week of March in which I started doubting if I'd be able to make this happen but as of now I'm thinking I might have a pretty decent chance.
This report is from the girl I took home last night so this is actually a milestone in an of itself being that I took 2 girls home in 3 days time.
From the aforementioned goal I wrote down I had an epiphany recently that is something I've learned from seduction which applies to life as well.
Freedom from outcome: Being that even though I have this goal I really want to achieve I shouldn't be attached to the outcome and allow it to heavily dictate my happiness.
I find for me that goals are important because they give you something to shoot for and give you purpose. However when you become identified and overly invest emotionally into the goal you get to the point where you become needy in the same way you do when you get oneitis.
I tend to believe that the world, God, Universe dislikes this scarce frame of mind to come from and doesn't reward bad behavior by giving you what you want but rather what you need.
A goal gives you something to shoot for along with the motivation to take action but once you're taking action I find it best to forget about and it judge your success on taking action and enjoying the process.
I really really want to achieve this goal I set but at the same time if I weren't able to I wouldn't be devasted emotionally or lose self esteem. Because of that mind set I'm probably more likely to get what I want I find.
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Last night my roommate invited me out with his friends. I'm 21 and they are all in their 30's.
We pregame at our house for a bit and get better acquainted and comfortable with one another. We trade stories from our college days and get to ball busting and shooting the shit. They can't get enough of my philosophy on dating and some of my stories. These are a solid group of guys and by no means scrubs so I try and take the validation as humbly as possible.
I tell them how I never pay for dates and they think that's the most awesome ballsy shit they've ever heard of. I tell them my reason for doing so and they're all massively excited to try out "splitting the bill". My roommate who is a lot nicer than I am is shaking his head in mild disgust yet laughing at the hilarity that my concept actually works.
We rock out to the club and roll up. One of the guys I'm with is a little nervous being that we're hitting a college bar and he's 35 and looks the part, but I tell him to keep his cool and we'll be good to go (which I turn out to be right girls liked him).
We get in the club and we head to the bar so they can get drinks. I strike up conversation with a sorority girl that I instantly hit it off with. She's investing trying to get to know me but her friends highly dislike me.
At one point I'm talking to her and put my hand on the small of her back for a second and her sorority sister takes physically takes my hand off and swats it away. Haha. They eventually drag her away as she looks back longingly saying "sorry!". My fault on that one. Oh well.
I get back up with my friends and we're now on the large wooden patio of the club. My roommate and I are talking to 3 other girls and one of the guys we came with brings shots over for the whole group. He brings the energy and we're all sharing stories and teasing the girls and whatnot just having massive amounts of fun.
However being that I don't drink I hold onto my shot and decide to save it for something special. I pull my buddy that got shots for all of us aside and tell him we're bout to go adventure. We head off together and I see this girl by herself drifting through the crowd. Not amazing in the face but cute, and I can tell would have a nice body with her clothes off however something distracts me and I don't approach.
Luckily my buddy has my back and calls her over, says nothing to her and turns me around into her. My nigga.
I look at him and mouth "watch this"
I take this girl in one arm and say "shot!" Taking the shot I was still holding I tilt her head back and feed it to her before she can decline it and as soon as she swallows the shot and before she knows what hit her I start making out with her in which she reciprocates back quite heavily.
I don't expect this to go anywhere since most club makeouts never go anywhere but she doesn't immediately leave so I decide to push this shit and see where it goes.
The emotional tenor just had a massive build up with a release so she's on this emotional roller coaster and I have to build the tension back up.
I do this by first qualifying her on her adventurous and brave personality and then resume talking as if we didn't just passionately makeout. I start joking around with her and move her to a different part of the bar.
Here I can tell she's into me since she's qualifying herself and investing heavily into the conversation.
She's a bit shy so I'm carrying most of the weight in the conversation but I enjoy hearing myself talk.
I know it's going to be time to pull her soon so I screen for her logistics. Turns out she came here with her cousin (a guy) and that's it (someone I'm presuming isn't super important and is independent enough to hang at a bar by himself). We're 7 minutes away from my house (for once haha) so logistics are prime.
Now the only thing with potential to hold me back from pulling her right then and there is the Slut Factor which I'll show will divulge into how I handled this momentarily.
Shout out to Drexel if you're reading this since I did exactly what you recommended to do.
Right after I first moved her I ask her "what is something interesting that she likes to think about?" to which she doesn't have a great answer for.
I then tell her about what I find interesting to talk about which is a book I'm reading about sex in the 16th century and how sexually liberated the author was for his time. She agrees that she thinks that it's an interesting subject.
and then this:
I then go into this story/monologue of how there was only one Alpha caveman that led the tribe and how all the cavewomen desired him as a mate since he was the strongest and most fertile. (This hypothetical situation/story gets her into thinking that I'm the Alpha caveman [since I'm telling the story] and she's one of the cavewomen competing for the scarce resource of the dominant male)
I tell how eventually alpha male chooses the mate he desire most and that all the cavewomen get jealous and decide to come up with a plan to separate them so they can get a chance to mate with the alpha male.
The unchosen cavewomen do this by making up the narrative that it is wrong for a women to have sex with a man too soon and then start shaming the girl he chose for being "too easy". Over time the girl becomes brainwashed by the other cavewomen and leaves the tribe in a false sense of shame that was forced upon her.
This is how the word slut came about and as you can see it was created out of jealousy and isn't a real thing, thus "sluts" only exist to the regular masses that believe the social narrative that society has fed them.
She agrees completely and says "I like us better than the rest of them!" as she motions towards the masses surrounding us in the club.
Time to pull!
I take her and say we're going on to get married!... for the night (she mentioned she wants to be a marriage planner) She likes this idea and puts up no resistance. I tell her she can plan it all out right now (lol not I'm leading) and she starts giving me a list of what we need (flowers, candles, other bullshit)
I'm leading her through the club towards the exit and she proactively makes a big effort to interlock hands with me.
I take her outside and we get in a cab. I tell her we're going to hang out at my house for a bit because the alcohol there is cheaper. She agrees and we take the ride back in the cab to my house.
We get back and make drinks and each use the bathroom. I put on Sade and when she reenters my room I pull her into me and she initiates kissing me. I back her up slowly until she gets to the wall in which she starts breathing heavy and becomes more turned on as do I.
She's not reciprocating tongue action so I command her "stick you tongue down my throat". This command turns her on and she enthusiastically strokes her tongue down my throat. Her enthusiasm turns me on and I start peeling her booty shorts off so she's in her thong. She's very arousing in just a thong and T-shirt.
I start teasing her my running my hands up and down her belly into her pelvic area without ever touching her pussy and she noticeably becomes frustrated and turned on at the same time.
I then slide a few fingers around her clit and test her wetness in which she is more than ready to go.
I take my pants off and go retrieve a condom but before doing so as to not kill the vibe I command her "stay there" with sexy eye contact. I grab a condom and throw it on.
I then pin her up against the wall with one of her legs pulled up and her other leg on the ground for support. Once I get my tip inside of her I pull her other leg up so the only thing keeping her up is my body weight pinning her against my wall as I start sliding my cock in and out of her.
She's massively turned on by the dominance.
Then this song starts playing https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cA9gUspn6gc. It's "Smooth Operator" by Sade and it's a pretty fucking awesome moment.
You can finish the rest yourself.
Keep it pimping gentlemen!
-Rob
