FR+  Hot Mixed-Race Chick From The Que || Before I Knew Game ep2

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For those of you HAVE read the first episode in this series, you kinda understand what it's gonna be about.
But for those you who haven't yet indulged your senses in the first one, here's a short intro as to what you can expect from each ep and what I plan to do with my "Before I Knew Game" series

I want to shed light on as many of the successes that I had with girls before I knew game, as many of them as I can recall, and then dive into the mindset I had and take a look at what thoughts were going through my head at the time.

Then at the end of it I'll make a summary of the things I would have done in that situation now that I'm more experienced with girls and understand game and how to use it, as opposed to how all I had back then to guide me my was my instinct and previous experiences with girls, and maybe one or two things I read from a Cosmo magazine... hahah I'm joking. Maybe just some small bits of advice I got from a friend or that I heard about somewhere, but other than that during those days I had no idea that there was an actual science to attraction. (Thank you Mystery and all the other OG's)


So here's what happened...


My household-family and I had recently returned from Botswana to South Africa. It's my home country and since I hadn't been here in like a year
I had been looking forward to coming back and seeing all of my friends and family again. On this particular day, my mom and I were in one of the larger grocery stores in town, along the main road. It was a big white, yellow and red themed store Named "Shoprite",
The streets bustling with people, cars and trucks.


At that time I was quite rebellious with my joy and unapologetic in expressing it. At times my dear mother would stand in shock at how frank I was in my shamelessness. Even though the people on the receiving end were loving it and laughing. My mother (who is a Prayer-Leader and the wife of a Reverend) was accustomed to staying within the social norms of polite and predictable conversation. (Not that I wasn't courteous). We had just finished stacking the bread, veggies and whatnot in the shopping-cart. (We call them "trollies" here in South Africa) Pronounced like "jolly" from "jolly good show"...think "jolly" then say "trolly"..

sounds like something my relatives in Australia might say lol... "we're having a barbie, mate"....it'd be funny if I replied: "Okay, cool bro. Can I bring a barbie?.. with me.. to the barbie? She's a beauty. She's pretty hot, gotta be careful not to get burned. We can fit a couple sausages in her, flip some burgers, you know. She's a beauty. A total machine, you just need to give her the right kind of wood" XD If you're laughing.. good on you. If you're not laughing.. then fuck you because that innuendo was funny! XD



Anyways.


Mom and I were standing at the back of the line, heading to the cashier/teller. Cool wind from the airconditoner filled the store, it felt refreshing.
A white tiled floor below our shoes, I was always fond of that tile style. I began vibing with some people in the que. (I didn't know the term "vibing", but that's essentially what I was doing) Some older ladies and I were chatting and laughing together. Then I noticed a caramel-skin girl standing nearby. As I spoke I could see her occasionally looking at me and listening to my conversation with the madams. My interaction-diet consisted mainly of a staple of laughing, smiling, talking loudly and possibly making a variety of facial expressions. These interactions thrived on a foundation of genuine curiosity about people and the world around me...also the abundance I had at that point was mostly stemming from my purpose.

I recall I was on my purpose (my dream to be the greatest rapper in Africa) this was also around the time when I had just started taking my bodybuilding very seriously, writing down my sets and routines in a journal..and occassionally recording what I've eaten. This helped me a lot with my discipline (Discipline is now something that I've transcended btw haha. I can explain that a bit later if you'd like me to).

I had the knowledge that "If I write a goal down in this journal, whatever it is, I'm gonna do it" did I always follow through? No. But I followed through and accomplished about 90% of whatever I wrote in that book. This gave me a sense of deep confidence in myself, that if I want to do something then I can do it, I just had to write it in my book. So majority of my day was spent finishing all of my goals written in my book, cold showers, raw eggs (at one point my brother and I were consuming 1 raw egg every 2 hours, and with our consistent workouts we had gained a decent amount of muscle mass)
because so much of my day was consumed by training and learning languages and crossing out whatever else I put on the list, whenever I went out to town, it felt like an excursion.
I was excited to see the outside world, going shopping felt like holiday...

Whenever I went out I became excited and was in a good mood if not in a great one (as you're about to see)
also, because of my refound confidence in myself, I was carrying myself differently and the local neighborhood girls started to notice..

the lustful stares they gave me were another reason I loved going out...
getting the "fuck me" eyes from chicks was my version of porn back then...I had managed to not watch porn for a couple years by that time... (but as for the present, the last time I watched the no-no videos, was last night....I won't lie bro...Tigerr Benson sucked that dick like her promotion depended on it.... it was most spectacular haha)


I saw the caramel lass her hair was short but nice and silky.
Attractive face, cute brown eyes. Her and I began hitting it up (how can I say that in a less sexual sounding way? XD) how bout this: we started getting along.From what I can recall, it was less of a regular humdrum conversation and more of a "letting her enter my world" type of conversation. That's how I would describe it. I expressed my view on things (without looking for her reaction) and then asked her about herself.

"My name's Bianca"...


"I'm Paul"...


She told me she was a student at one of the nearby colleges... apparently she had just started and was new in town. She was studying to become a teacher for kids in grade one... I find it surprising that you'd have to study for a year to teach kids how to scribble in red crayon over pictures of Dumbo the talking elephant who flies around cities and mountain tops with her ears as wings.
Anyway, I'm gonna go ahead and assume that there's more to it than just yelling at the class and telling Tommy not to spray his piss all over the toys in the corner. (My apologies if your name is Tommy bro.... if it makes you feel better, I actually used to whip out my dick and pump the toy dolls in the play-corner while the teachers were figuring out how to divide a cake among the class on the other side of the wooden curtain-thing... wow..I was already a pimp, I just didn't know it yet :)



So back to Bianca and I.

Even without having knowledge about game back then, I had this inner assumption that "pretty much all girls like me." ... I feel like this belief was one of the biggest helpers in the results I got. If they didn't fancy me enough to make-out with me on the first day, then at the very least they were aware that I was attractive (looks and awesome personality) <----- THIS RIGHT HERE, WAS MY MINDSET. Only difference now is that I know that it's a mindset and that minds are malleable



Ladies and gentlemen, we interrupt this broadcast to bring you breaking-news... here's the groundshaking news mmkay: I've met SOOO many fellas with amazing looks (like literally they could probably become famous models if they actually tried) who DON'T get attraction from girls after they meet together face-to-face.
Some guys don't even realize how fucking handsome they are. (Like Yours Truly, before he went to boarding school). And because of that, they don't even attempt to bring out their already-shining potential. By getting into fashion, dressing well, get a dope-ass haircut (I actually got one today btw ;) ) learn how to get clearer skin naturally or HIT THE FUCKING GYM.


BUT...even guys who do take good care of their outer appearance, many of them still DON'T get girls interested when push comes to shove.
This just goes to show that even tho looks are great for "marketing" and "gaining leads" in a sense...the question still remains,
will you be able to deliver the emotional adventure when you and the girl are in your own bubble together?


Thank you David! Now back to you Sarah


So looks are never a sufficient excuse.


You can ask my buddy from Disciplining School (back when I used to be a christian) he knows this himself and STILL he is someone you wouldn't right off the cuff expect to be a chick-magnet when you lay eyes on him... or when you guys first shake hands .. unless you actually understand what women truly want...then when you listen to him talk about something as unseductive-sounding as his favorite flavor of chips, you'll probably react like I did, "Oh yeah...This guy...he fucks...he definitely-most-definitely fucks". Moral of this middle story is (now I'm not tryina get too political or anything but) ENERGY always trumps over LOOKS.



*Ad-break over*


Continuing with the story:




At this point it was clear as day that Bianca was into me. We exchanged phone numbers while my mother rolled her eyes at me. "Paul...don't mislead these girls." is one of the things my mother would often say.. omg she actually still does XD. "Mom, I'm straight-up honest with them...Thats the very thing that attracts them to me in the first place" would be my rebuttal. So some time after that day, Bianca and I met up for our little date. We strolled around the college side of town together...We chatted about her and myself. We eventually arrived at one of the green parks not too far from the main road. Sitting down on a park-bench together, I suggested that we cuddle.
So we began huddling up together and I felt my dick get hard as rock. I looked at her, she was pretty cute. Then looking closely I noticed some stuff on her face.
What?! Low and behold, I saw some stuff oozing out of the pores of her skin.. almost like tiny pimples that had self-squished. You'd have to look like really closely to notice it..
At that moment I thought to myself: "She's attractive, I'm attractive. We're cuddling and having fun...so I'm just gonna pretend that I didn't see that" And your boy ignored it.

However, if that happened nowadays, here's more or less what I would have done in that situation:
I would have brought it up, and asked her what it was. My innocent abruptness and boldness would (in my personal experience) cause her to laugh out loud
after that I'd playfully tease her softly and then tell her it's okay she can clean it up and comfort her by letting her know that I think she's got cute eyes.

Continuing:

Eventually we stood up and started walking in the direction of her hostel (oh my god..just think of all the scantly clad silky-lowhanging-pinknighty-wearing thigh-and-assalicious college girls that were in there pillow-fighting with eachother on their softbeds in those dormrooms.... gorgeous horny bitches just thirsting, just fantasizing, just longing for a fucking stud who has an actual pair of balls, to push-pull and playfully tease the fuck out of their ovulating shrine-like bodies. They would be elated to get a whiff of my dick right after I rawdog them in the ass...you know what guys? I don't know why I feel the need to say what I'm about to say..but.. I'm so glad that I'm not a pervert... just a good boy, the holy son of a reverend)

so we were towards her hostel which was nearby her campus. As our shoes treaded across the green grass...the chemistry between us kept building up
"I've got a boner" I announced. Bianca giggled. She then looked down at my iron-willed bulge, the lightning rod of Zeus could be seen pressing against the inside of my pants.. it's silhouette stared right back at her, penetrating her soul. "Thats what happens when we cuddle" she uttered shyly. Her family was quite a distance away from her, this whole thing was a new experience... these are the dots I had connected from what she told me. Also the energy she gave off was like she hoped I would become her boyfriend. She was hot and definitely fuckable, but I just didn't see us together as boyfriend/girlfriend. After arriving at the gate of her hostel (It's a rather beautiful gate actually) we said our farewells.


There was a moment of silence


High thick trees with orange autumn-looking leafs towered above us like great arms reaching up into the heavens. Star-shaped leafs decorated the black tar pavement and the quiet road beside us. We looked into the windows of eachother's souls. A feeling arose in me, that we should kiss. We both moved our faces closer to eachother.
Our lips touched and we began smooching. She closed her eyes and made that passionate face girls make when you kiss them. I never understood why girls always close their eyes when they kiss. Generally, my mind would focus on grabbing their ass, kissing didn't always feel so exhilarating for me. I feel like its more exciting when you see and feel your throbbing dick in a girls hands, her palms slimy with spit and she's just totally jacking it. You know what I mean ;)


however for them, when I watched their faces as we tongue eachother, it always looks like they're having the time of their lives, like their soul is dancing in wonderland.
You know what I'm talking about? that heavenly expression on their face... I'm happy for them. It's just funny is all. I would often think to myself "Fair trade.,. You get to kiss me.. I get to squeeze your ass. I like the sound of that"


Continuing:

After that makeout (which was my first time kissing a mixed-race girl btw) Over here us mixed-race people call mixed-race "coloured". I know it sounds different lol
if you watch some of Trevor Noah's earlier comedy, he's also from South Africa, he mentions the whole coloured mixed-race thing and helps explain it.


So yeah, after Bianca and I had finished slobbering in eachother's pieholes, we hugged and said goodbye. When I got around the corner and she had enter through the hostel area gate... I began jumping around rejoicing. "Yessss!!! YESSS!" Celebrating my first time kissing a girl of my own "race" Everything became so bright and vivid around me. (I've got a deep philosophical question...what is?.. I wonder what Usaine Bolt's race is?... What could HIS race possibly be?
hahah I basically invented a badass dad-joke.. he's a runner, he runs races..that's his race.. if you get the joke)



Later we texted back and forth and had some dirty talk.
That's pretty much how the story went




Summary of game stuff I could have implemented:
Now let's cover a couple things I could have done to inspire her to suck my cock on the same date. She probably wanted to, perhaps I just didn't give her the platform to suck my hotdog without her seeming like a slut. Many girls initiate it and many girls don't initiate it. So here's how I could have improved fellas (btw feel free to let me know how else I could have improved. Definitely open to feedback, the constructive kind. So feel free to add your 2 cents.)


1.) Playful and challenging/ Playful push-pull - Transferring a playful fun challenging vibe through the way I speak with her, "Oh really? Is that so missy?"

2.) Preselection - indirectly make mention of the other girls in my life.

3.) Social Proof - mention my friends and family in a story that relates to a personal story that she just shared with me from her own life. Or just indirectly mention them.


4.) Move her around more/ Compliance - Take every opportunity to allow her to invest in me and the interaction more.
When we were sitting in the park, I could have said something along the lines of: "Eww, is that like a beer bottle on the ground? let's go sit over there by those other benches." XD



5.) Could definitely have built up more escalation
More Kino - one that would have been fun to do: Run my fingers through her hair as if its completely normal... it's funny, I've actually done this before with a girl who was giving me the eyes from across the shopping centre while she was leaning against a pillar. Never met her before, didn't speak to her, didn't know her name. She was cute and had my favorite kind of hair for girls to have.
I had been walking with an acquaintance (buff rugby player. Shoutouts to him), he and I were heading past the chick and on my way I made strong eyecontact with her... my fundamentals weren't the best back then but my confidence was on point.
The maiden and I both held eachother's gaze.
She began biting her lip as I got closer. I kept on nonchalantly and nonreactively talking with my buddy while calmly keeping my eyes fixated on her.
When her and I were in eachother's grill. I was obnoxiously close-by our noses were centimetres from touching, I slid my right hand through her smooth hair, looking her deep in the eyes while I kept chatting with my buddy (without looking at him, at this point I was really just improvising talk-material to keep my mouth moving while I did the deed)
(Have you guys ever tried this? I'm Not talking about the hair-touching thing...I'm referring to when you're walking and talking with someone next to you while your head stays facing at a girl and she becomes mesmerized by you as walk past.)

It's always worked really well for me, only did it like four times though. I should definitely start using this again and write another field report on how it goes....wow..writing these reports helps fucking loads bruh!! I'm recalling all these little quirks and I notice that since I've been writing these reports I've been more social and charming than usual when speaking with people face-to-face throughout the day, and over phonecalls. You know what they say, the subconscious forgets facts but remembers stories. Think Marvel Universe vs Math Universe...that's not a fair comparison now is it? haha. Anyways, you know what I mean. Data vs Stories...Stories win)

Another way I could have accomplished this with Bianca was:
Take something out of her hair.. clean something off her face etc... the key for me when I do these things, is that the expression on my countenance looks like it's completely natural for me to do so... and she gets calmly surprised cause I'm the only guy who ever does something like that within 20 seconds of meeting her, she sees that my body language and face says that it's normal for me to do this and she allows it... and then she starts showing even more attraction for me later on because of that emotional spike.
I only recommend this one if you have a good amount of experience interacting with girls and can kinda sense whether they're ripe for it XD
So you can calibrate when and how to do it.


Then there are the more obvious ones.

Segway to thumbwar

Get her to playfully give me a massage... (or an actually massage)

Inspire her to rub my head and play with my hair



Measuring hands,
hand-to-hand... I could say something like (whatever's appropriate for and matches the situation) an example could be:
"wait. what? You have interesting hands. Lemme see" Hold up my palm to receive them. She puts her hands in my hands.
Then multithread it with conversation, so inbetween the convo I could be curious about her hands and analyze them as we talk,
and while we agree and lightly disagree on certain things and I playfully tease her I could nonchalant measure our hands together simultaneously, and then abruptly shove her hands away from me if it's feels right for me to do (as a push) and look away. And then do some other things and bring it back to the hands...






6.) Sexplant - segway (speaking of segways...don't you just love segways?)
I could segway from what I'm talking about or she's talking about and imprint a vivid mental portrait in her mind's eye of an asian girl kneeling on a brown carpet floor and sucking my dick while I recline in a swivel office-chair,
or what it would be like if I fucked a certain girl, how (in my infallible opinion) the girl in question would moan too loud and wake up the neighbors, and therefore I would consider her blahblahblah

When I segway I do it kind of like how comedians do it. They've never seen a UFO and they admit it so there's honesty, therefore I don't have to have had ten girls sucking my balls simultaneously to paint this picture for a girl, I can still be HONEST (cause that hasn't happened YET) and let her know this but I can still in a highstatus way let her know what I would do in this situation in a way that's organic and make it seem as if the conversation lead itself in this direction,
so comedians..(you can learn a lot from the more positive ones)
but they speak in a way that you and the comedian both logically end up imagining a giant spaceship and tiger cubs running out from the ship's main door, all of that info is embedded between parts of the story for the purpose of the joke hammering it's punchline or it's point. So the point is where the emphasis lays, but like a magician (am I true magician? Cause I'm revealing my tricks haha) he gets the listeners attention on some superfluous (superfluous..sounds like such a deep word...makes a person sound spiritual in my opinion "Oh dear Sherlock, look at those superfluous peasants...coated in their utter superfluousness..when will they get rid of their worldly ego and be spiritual and humble like us...if only they could see how our egolessness makes us so much more superior to them" hahahahh)
he turns their focus to something superfluous or important (but if it's important it can be used in a two-doves-with-one-stone kinda way) for example:the main point of this paragraph is to explain how I segway (I notice this is turning out to be a bit of a mindfuck lol) the explanation is the main point, that's where I (the magician or the comedian or storyteller) directs the emphasis towards while I indirectly segway like I did earlier on with the whole "Dear Sherlock" and I painted whatever picture in your mind that I fancied, the UFO with the tiger cubs, even though it's playful it still connected to what I'm saying in some way and comes across a bit more like it happened by itself... in a similar way, that's one of the ways I SEGWAY and indirectly paint a picture in a girl's subconscious and turn her on.

Wow.


Mmm..I wonder if I could write a book on this..

Obviously, do unto others as you want them to do unto you... so I always do it in a way that benefits all parties involved... mostly benefiting the hot girl, cause in the end she gets to be with me...see how I kind and thoughtful I am?



7.) Seeding future adventures together, Future-pacing.. works like a muthafucking charm ladies and gentlemen.
I like taking girls on imaginary addventures, after I'm done describing what we're gonna do in our fantasy role-playing world together, it's as if we've already done it the moment that I finish describing it...BOOM!!!

I've noticed girls sometimes initiate futurepacing. "I'll be one of your groupies. And you'll be the famous rapper with all the paparazzi taking pictures of you"
(This ones actually more realistic cause I'm phenomenal at rapping but still we're just having fun and vibing, it's emotional conversation at this point, not logical conversation...so in this instance I would talk about the other girls would fight with her over me, but because she knows the secret to my heart is giving me an amazing blowjob right after preppinng the perfect tempura sushi for me, because of that she'll have an edge over all the other girls and we'll sneak away together to hide from them, just her and I soaking in the royal jacuzzi in my penthouse in Italy) We create this connection from both of us interacting with eachother through this story, this mental narrative that we create together even tho we're just sitting together cuddling on a parkbench.





BOOM!!



There's always an infinite amount of improvement that can be made. Which is pretty fun :) and flabbergasting when you think about it.
So I'ma leave it at that!

I trust you guys enjoyed this entry :)
and hope you learnt something valuable. Any suggestions, comments, will be appreciated. Always willing to learn more and grow more.
And I'd fancy hearing your thoughts on my writing style :) ... what I can say, I really put my heart and soul into it when it comes to talking about vagina



May everyone have a wonderful 24 further




- Paul aka Peter Pan
 
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