I'm not particularly proud of this lay for 2 reasons:
1. She opened me online.
2. She was nowhere as hot as her pictures.
Several weeks ago, I installed Skout on my iPhone. It's essentially an online dating app. It's whack and put zero time into it, but I put profile up anyway just in case someone opens me. Sure enough in a few days, a lady with really attractive HB9French-German-25%Japanese-Mix photos (note my careful use of words here) winks at me, so I start chatting with her in real time. I immediately deep dive her on what she's studying, find our her dreams and motivations, etc. She's sharing a LOT of stuff...like it's overwhelming and I can't keep up with our chat. She's sending tons of photos on soap (yes, soap as in sodium stearate) she's made and whatnot. She's heavily qualifying herself to me...like trying to impress me. I'm trying to ask for her schedule so I can get her number and set up the date, but she's putting in so much effort, I'm trying to reward her a little bit (in this case, by qualifying her on how driven and artistic she is) so she doesn't auto-reject. I finally tell her to save it for our date when we can get to know each other better. I get her schedule, number, and set up the date.
She's incredibly busy with school and 2 jobs, and later in the week, she tells me that she's really stressed out with school and wants to move the date back. So we push it back to Saturday 10:30pm (her 12-hour workday ends 9pm). Today is Sunday, so you can guess what happened. We went to church together. Nah, just kidding.
On Saturday, I text her 4 hours before the date to tell her that street parking is free. I'm not sure why, but I feel like it's smoother to text girls last minute info rather than simply asking if they're still on for the night. She texts back how she lightened her hair and how she doesn't feel comfortable with how orange it looks. I tell her that if she doesn't like it, she should just color it back to black or brown. I'm not sure if that's a good response, but I honestly did not want to be on a date with a girl who looks as freaky as she's making it out to be...but more importantly, I don't want to be on a date where she's feeling stressed out. She later texts back everything is fine and we'll meet tonight. And then texts back how "[she] needs to get [her] fat ass back in the gym." I'm thinking she's just feeling really insecure right now because some hot women heavily rely on their appearance for their confidence, which is another sign of her chasing me. She also texts back asking if I live close by the lounge. I didn't know how to respond, and still don't, without triggering potential ASD, so I ignore it since I'm already on my way there (if she had asked earlier, I would have felt that I needed to answer it).
I text her again when I'm at the lounge. I've been bringing girls here to this place so the bartenders know me (which they do by now, which is funny because they see me with a different girl every time). Parking here sucks because you sometimes have to park far away, not to mention that women always text me where the hell to park. But this place has some nice sofas to relax, I get good service here, and it's the only date-appropriate place within 10 minutes of my place that's open past 10pm. Until I find a better venue, this will continue to be my spot.
She finally arrives, and she is larger than her photos, knocking her down from a 9 to a 6. She even had sent me 5 photos she took that week, and as I look at the photos again now, they're definitely her, but she must have mastered how to take the most flattering photos EVER. Anyway, she looks so much different from her photos that I almost decided to call her out on it and leave. But I decided to stick with it and see where the hell this goes. You just never know, plus I relish these kinds of little adventures so I can share as funny stories.
We order our drinks, and I start things off with some repartee, then go into rapport. What's strange is that she seems to be avoiding eye contact. Never encountered this before. I wasn't sure whether she liked me so much that she's actively avoiding eye contact...or if she no longer liked me so avoided eye contact. But she keeps talking, so I assume it's the former.
I was sitting in the middle of the sofa and made the mistake of not moving to the side when she arrived, so she's sitting to the far side of the sofa, which makes me look like I'm chasing her. So I move to the side and non-verbally tell her to move to the center of the sofa with me. She does...good compliance so far. We start talking about her soap again (yes, sodium stearate again), and she suddenly busts out her phone and starts logging into Facebook. I'm thinking to myself how rude this is, so I call her out on it: "Are you actually checking your Facebook...now???" She tells me she wants to show me pictures of her soap. It always amazes me how radically different everyone woman is. Some are super hyper and animated and some are real chill like this chick here.
At some point, she mentions that she's a really good cook. We talk about what her best dishes are, and she shows me pictures of her dishes and I heavily qualify her on that. It's been under an hour, but I feel like I can pull while we're coasting on this high point. So I go for it:
ME: "Hey, I got this totally crazy idea."
HBformerly9now6: "What's that?"
ME: "Let's go to Ralphs and pick up ingredients so you can cook me one of those dishes."
HBformerly9now6: "Uh..."
ME: "Come on, it will fun. It will be like our own little adventure."
She caves in, but starts to get really serious about how she only uses ingredients found in specialty markets, but then suggests dropping by her place if Ralphs doesn't have it. I convince her to just go to Ralphs and figure it out from there since she is resourceful (probably worst cold-read ever, but whatever--it worked).
At this point, I'm thinking to myself that I really can't be physically attracted to someone below a 7, but if she can really cook me a nice dinner, I'll reward her with some sex.
When we leave the lounge, I tell her we'll get in her car. I've figured out the logistics now for a first date pull: For girls I meet online, she's only going to be comfortable meeting me at the lounge instead of one of us picking each other up, so I'll have to leave my car on the street overnight since she'll feel more comfortable in her own car; having her to drive me back to my car is the only potentially annoying part if things get awkward at the end of the date.
When we get to Ralphs (I'm lucky to have a nice grocery store open 24 hours in my area), we have a bit of fun grabbing our ingredients. I tease her a bit and make some funny, witty remarks. I think I'm still tipsy from my drinks at the lounge. Good thing she's driving!
We finally get to my place, and I had already prepared my music and dim lighting. I think about how I need to kiss her within 10 minutes, but she is so into her cooking I decide I'll continue to chat her up while she's cooking while ramping up kino. Unlike my date with HB7polyamorous where I had heavy kino in the lounge, which led to making out in the parking lot BEFORE pulling her home, I kept kino light in the lounge with this chick. Well, I guess that's relative--I used a lot of incidental kino in the lounge. But now that she's back at my place, kino gets deliberate and prolonged. But I pull back before she can resist. I rinse and repeat, and when she's done cooking, I slow things down, and as we're sitting down to eat, I remain calm and spontaneously kiss her. I pull back and tell her she tastes like...pork (lol that's what she cooked, but it's hilarious thinking about what I just compared her with). I remain calm and continue to eat. A minute later, I spontaneously kiss her again. Then we go back to eating again. A few minutes later, I wait until she picks up her glass of wine, and then I calmly push her hand down so she sets the wine back down, then I pull her into me into a full on make-out session. At some point, I turn her over and I'm making out with her on top of her. I eventually tell her we should go somewhere more comfortable. She coyly says "no" and I ignore it and continue to make out with her for another few minutes, then tell her to stand up and continue to make out with her, but it's funny because she's 2 inches taller than me, so I'm on my tippy toes. I lead her into the bedroom while making out, then push her into my bed and the rest is history. She did have some weak LMR, namely the same coy "no" that I just ignore.
I did have a hard time getting hard. Huh, funny how that sentence sounds. She also at some point told me that she got some shot for some "double dip" or something. I told her I didn't know what that meant, and thought she was saying she's on her period so I told her I won't go down on her then. But as I'm kissing her all over her body and undressing her, I don't see or smell anything wrong with her between her legs, so I go down on her. She had a really small clit, so had a hard time stimulating her with my tongue, so I stick my fingers in, and wow, her G-spot was really near the entrance and really swollen. I stimulate that as well, and she starts to moan. I feel her vagina clench and her arm grabs mine; I know she is close to climaxing, but I failed to deliver because I get too tired lol. I tell her it's her turn now and she blows me and she's pretty good at it. Too bad I'm still having a hard time getting hard (WTF???). Fuck, I didn't know whether it was because I wasn't attracted enough to her physically or I was nervous. Maybe I should use viagra next time...especially with a girl I actually really like. I didn't want her to think her fellatio failed to get me hard, so I go down on her again. I'm still not getting hard, so I tell her it must be the wine, and then go back to making out. Now, I'm getting hard (WTF?), and then proceeded to fuck her in the adapted missionary and the legs-over-shoulders positions. When I returned back to the adapted missionary position, I eventually come in I think just under 10 minutes, but she didn't. I wasn't thrusting the entire time though--when I'm close to climaxing, I would stop while keeping my member inside her make out with her, then resume thrusting. Do you guys have tips on how to keep thrusting without getting so close to climaxing? It seems that when I penetrate as deep as I can, I get close to climaxing, but I can last longer if I don't, but I don't think she'll enjoy it as much.
We make out for a bit and then laid in bed while I had my arm around her and she cuddled next to me. We had some pillow talk, but mainly because I didn't want her to feel bad that I don't plan on seeing her again. We fall asleep, and when we wake up in the morning, it's awkward because I'm not motivated enough to be as warm towards her as I was last night. I have her drive me back to the lounge so I can drive my car back home. Any advice on how to tactfully treat women you don't want to see again...like a gentleman? I sort of feel like a scumbag right now.
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Interesting note: Like with HB7polyamorous, I hardly did any talking while in rapport. This chick, however, didn't even know what I did for a living. I think she only knew my first and last name...and that I really like sushi and wasabi lol. It's still really bizarre how the less you talk about yourself, the farther you get. Everytime I start running my mouth off in rapport, the date goes sour.
1. She opened me online.
2. She was nowhere as hot as her pictures.
Several weeks ago, I installed Skout on my iPhone. It's essentially an online dating app. It's whack and put zero time into it, but I put profile up anyway just in case someone opens me. Sure enough in a few days, a lady with really attractive HB9French-German-25%Japanese-Mix photos (note my careful use of words here) winks at me, so I start chatting with her in real time. I immediately deep dive her on what she's studying, find our her dreams and motivations, etc. She's sharing a LOT of stuff...like it's overwhelming and I can't keep up with our chat. She's sending tons of photos on soap (yes, soap as in sodium stearate) she's made and whatnot. She's heavily qualifying herself to me...like trying to impress me. I'm trying to ask for her schedule so I can get her number and set up the date, but she's putting in so much effort, I'm trying to reward her a little bit (in this case, by qualifying her on how driven and artistic she is) so she doesn't auto-reject. I finally tell her to save it for our date when we can get to know each other better. I get her schedule, number, and set up the date.
She's incredibly busy with school and 2 jobs, and later in the week, she tells me that she's really stressed out with school and wants to move the date back. So we push it back to Saturday 10:30pm (her 12-hour workday ends 9pm). Today is Sunday, so you can guess what happened. We went to church together. Nah, just kidding.
On Saturday, I text her 4 hours before the date to tell her that street parking is free. I'm not sure why, but I feel like it's smoother to text girls last minute info rather than simply asking if they're still on for the night. She texts back how she lightened her hair and how she doesn't feel comfortable with how orange it looks. I tell her that if she doesn't like it, she should just color it back to black or brown. I'm not sure if that's a good response, but I honestly did not want to be on a date with a girl who looks as freaky as she's making it out to be...but more importantly, I don't want to be on a date where she's feeling stressed out. She later texts back everything is fine and we'll meet tonight. And then texts back how "[she] needs to get [her] fat ass back in the gym." I'm thinking she's just feeling really insecure right now because some hot women heavily rely on their appearance for their confidence, which is another sign of her chasing me. She also texts back asking if I live close by the lounge. I didn't know how to respond, and still don't, without triggering potential ASD, so I ignore it since I'm already on my way there (if she had asked earlier, I would have felt that I needed to answer it).
I text her again when I'm at the lounge. I've been bringing girls here to this place so the bartenders know me (which they do by now, which is funny because they see me with a different girl every time). Parking here sucks because you sometimes have to park far away, not to mention that women always text me where the hell to park. But this place has some nice sofas to relax, I get good service here, and it's the only date-appropriate place within 10 minutes of my place that's open past 10pm. Until I find a better venue, this will continue to be my spot.
She finally arrives, and she is larger than her photos, knocking her down from a 9 to a 6. She even had sent me 5 photos she took that week, and as I look at the photos again now, they're definitely her, but she must have mastered how to take the most flattering photos EVER. Anyway, she looks so much different from her photos that I almost decided to call her out on it and leave. But I decided to stick with it and see where the hell this goes. You just never know, plus I relish these kinds of little adventures so I can share as funny stories.
We order our drinks, and I start things off with some repartee, then go into rapport. What's strange is that she seems to be avoiding eye contact. Never encountered this before. I wasn't sure whether she liked me so much that she's actively avoiding eye contact...or if she no longer liked me so avoided eye contact. But she keeps talking, so I assume it's the former.
I was sitting in the middle of the sofa and made the mistake of not moving to the side when she arrived, so she's sitting to the far side of the sofa, which makes me look like I'm chasing her. So I move to the side and non-verbally tell her to move to the center of the sofa with me. She does...good compliance so far. We start talking about her soap again (yes, sodium stearate again), and she suddenly busts out her phone and starts logging into Facebook. I'm thinking to myself how rude this is, so I call her out on it: "Are you actually checking your Facebook...now???" She tells me she wants to show me pictures of her soap. It always amazes me how radically different everyone woman is. Some are super hyper and animated and some are real chill like this chick here.
At some point, she mentions that she's a really good cook. We talk about what her best dishes are, and she shows me pictures of her dishes and I heavily qualify her on that. It's been under an hour, but I feel like I can pull while we're coasting on this high point. So I go for it:
ME: "Hey, I got this totally crazy idea."
HBformerly9now6: "What's that?"
ME: "Let's go to Ralphs and pick up ingredients so you can cook me one of those dishes."
HBformerly9now6: "Uh..."
ME: "Come on, it will fun. It will be like our own little adventure."
She caves in, but starts to get really serious about how she only uses ingredients found in specialty markets, but then suggests dropping by her place if Ralphs doesn't have it. I convince her to just go to Ralphs and figure it out from there since she is resourceful (probably worst cold-read ever, but whatever--it worked).
At this point, I'm thinking to myself that I really can't be physically attracted to someone below a 7, but if she can really cook me a nice dinner, I'll reward her with some sex.
When we leave the lounge, I tell her we'll get in her car. I've figured out the logistics now for a first date pull: For girls I meet online, she's only going to be comfortable meeting me at the lounge instead of one of us picking each other up, so I'll have to leave my car on the street overnight since she'll feel more comfortable in her own car; having her to drive me back to my car is the only potentially annoying part if things get awkward at the end of the date.
When we get to Ralphs (I'm lucky to have a nice grocery store open 24 hours in my area), we have a bit of fun grabbing our ingredients. I tease her a bit and make some funny, witty remarks. I think I'm still tipsy from my drinks at the lounge. Good thing she's driving!
We finally get to my place, and I had already prepared my music and dim lighting. I think about how I need to kiss her within 10 minutes, but she is so into her cooking I decide I'll continue to chat her up while she's cooking while ramping up kino. Unlike my date with HB7polyamorous where I had heavy kino in the lounge, which led to making out in the parking lot BEFORE pulling her home, I kept kino light in the lounge with this chick. Well, I guess that's relative--I used a lot of incidental kino in the lounge. But now that she's back at my place, kino gets deliberate and prolonged. But I pull back before she can resist. I rinse and repeat, and when she's done cooking, I slow things down, and as we're sitting down to eat, I remain calm and spontaneously kiss her. I pull back and tell her she tastes like...pork (lol that's what she cooked, but it's hilarious thinking about what I just compared her with). I remain calm and continue to eat. A minute later, I spontaneously kiss her again. Then we go back to eating again. A few minutes later, I wait until she picks up her glass of wine, and then I calmly push her hand down so she sets the wine back down, then I pull her into me into a full on make-out session. At some point, I turn her over and I'm making out with her on top of her. I eventually tell her we should go somewhere more comfortable. She coyly says "no" and I ignore it and continue to make out with her for another few minutes, then tell her to stand up and continue to make out with her, but it's funny because she's 2 inches taller than me, so I'm on my tippy toes. I lead her into the bedroom while making out, then push her into my bed and the rest is history. She did have some weak LMR, namely the same coy "no" that I just ignore.
I did have a hard time getting hard. Huh, funny how that sentence sounds. She also at some point told me that she got some shot for some "double dip" or something. I told her I didn't know what that meant, and thought she was saying she's on her period so I told her I won't go down on her then. But as I'm kissing her all over her body and undressing her, I don't see or smell anything wrong with her between her legs, so I go down on her. She had a really small clit, so had a hard time stimulating her with my tongue, so I stick my fingers in, and wow, her G-spot was really near the entrance and really swollen. I stimulate that as well, and she starts to moan. I feel her vagina clench and her arm grabs mine; I know she is close to climaxing, but I failed to deliver because I get too tired lol. I tell her it's her turn now and she blows me and she's pretty good at it. Too bad I'm still having a hard time getting hard (WTF???). Fuck, I didn't know whether it was because I wasn't attracted enough to her physically or I was nervous. Maybe I should use viagra next time...especially with a girl I actually really like. I didn't want her to think her fellatio failed to get me hard, so I go down on her again. I'm still not getting hard, so I tell her it must be the wine, and then go back to making out. Now, I'm getting hard (WTF?), and then proceeded to fuck her in the adapted missionary and the legs-over-shoulders positions. When I returned back to the adapted missionary position, I eventually come in I think just under 10 minutes, but she didn't. I wasn't thrusting the entire time though--when I'm close to climaxing, I would stop while keeping my member inside her make out with her, then resume thrusting. Do you guys have tips on how to keep thrusting without getting so close to climaxing? It seems that when I penetrate as deep as I can, I get close to climaxing, but I can last longer if I don't, but I don't think she'll enjoy it as much.
We make out for a bit and then laid in bed while I had my arm around her and she cuddled next to me. We had some pillow talk, but mainly because I didn't want her to feel bad that I don't plan on seeing her again. We fall asleep, and when we wake up in the morning, it's awkward because I'm not motivated enough to be as warm towards her as I was last night. I have her drive me back to the lounge so I can drive my car back home. Any advice on how to tactfully treat women you don't want to see again...like a gentleman? I sort of feel like a scumbag right now.
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Interesting note: Like with HB7polyamorous, I hardly did any talking while in rapport. This chick, however, didn't even know what I did for a living. I think she only knew my first and last name...and that I really like sushi and wasabi lol. It's still really bizarre how the less you talk about yourself, the farther you get. Everytime I start running my mouth off in rapport, the date goes sour.