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I'm Korean btw.
I noticed a hot blonde in short jean shorts get off her bicycle and stand in place staring at her phone.
Me: Excuse me...
Her: What's up? (Said really quickly in a sharp tone and looking at me with a "WTF does this guy want?" look)
Me: I was just sitting over there, and I had to come tell you that you have amazing legs
(She continues to look at me with the "WTF ..." look for another half-second, and I try hard to maintain my smile. I prepare for a possible kick to my nuts)
Her: OMG REALLY?! THANK YOU! (Her expression completely flips and she gets all lit up and jolly)
Me: Yeah, did you get all that from biking?
Her: No, I also run a lot. OMG, I've been working on my legs a lot, thank you! What's your name?
We exchange some basic information, and I moderately deep dive on one or two topics. She asks me about myself and stuff too, so that was cool.
Her: So what do you do for fun?
Me: Lately I've been visiting the beach a lot and wandering around LA with my friends (daygaming...LULZ, but I can't tell her that)...
Her: (I noticed her expression become "meh..." I later find out that her roommate always drags her to the beach)
Me: ...And I've been hitting up this hookah spot in Hollywood pretty frequently. My friend knows the manager there so we get a neat discount.
Her: Ooh, how cool!
Me: Yeah, do you smoke?
Her: Yeah (with a "duhh" facial expression and "do I look like a little miss goody two shoes" body language)
Me: Haha, cool. We should smoke and hang out and do shit some time.
Her: Yeah! Give me your number!
I save my number in her phone, then I make the rookie mistake of not calling/texting myself because I got distracted talking to her as I'm entering my number. FUCK.
For two days I'm a bit pissed at myself because she gave me a pretty solid initial interaction, and I thought I lost her. Then she texts me. Fuck yes. Almost all of our texts were logistical texts in which we try to set something up. I didn't bother chatting her up via text because I felt like we built a decent connection in person already. We agree to "grab coffee or something next week", and I planned on hitting her up in a few days.
Then she calls me. Awesome. She asks what I'm up to because she's bored. I tell her I was about to head out to the gym, and she wants to tag along. Cool. We have pretty good conversation on the drive to the gym. She's a pretty good talker--she can talk, and she returns the conversation back to me as well. We get to the gym and I teach her how to box. She's a lot of fun and looks really cute throwing these cutesy punches at the heavy bag. We also spar for a bit, and she punches me with full strength, holding nothing back. I like this girl haha. I slip one of her punches, rotate around her, and smack her ass. I expected her to be playful, but she gives a bland response. Bleh, whatever.
Fuck up:
At one point, she asks me what she should do if someone tries to rape her. I straight up tell her some things she can do. FUCK.
Well, next time, I'll be doing some actual physical demonstrations where I'll grab her from behind and get a little touchy, rather than standing in front of her and lecturing. Oh well, we learn from our mistakes right? If any of you GCers practice martial arts, this is something you can do with a girl. Just bring up self-defense to transition into this.
We agree to shower then meet up again for dinner as I drop her off. We start the dinner off on a bad note.
Her: So this is what Japanese people eat huh? (We had sushi. It was expensive but I was craving it)
Me: Yeah, more or less. What's the typical meal for Russians?
Her: Why do you keep asking me that? I don't know! My family is really Americanized and shit! I don't know anything Russian!
Me: Haha my bad, damn (playfully, smiling). So what do you usually eat then, other than straight up butter? (She mentioned earlier how she accidentally ate a stick of butter thinking it was ice cream)
Whew. Conversation became better after that. She really starts talking when we reach the topic of religion because she grew up with really religious and strict parents, and she's quite the rebel. Although she's easy to talk to, she doesn't really give me too many opportunities where I can subtly and smoothly sexualize things. She did openly (but briefly) talk about sex here and there, but she also seemed closed off at the same time. Like, it seemed like her mind was saying "Oh, here I go again, talking about sex. Let's get this over with real quick and return to nonsexualness".
Me: So what were some other jobs you've had before?
Her: I was a Christian camp counselor last summer before I got kicked out
Me: What did you do? Did you orchestrate an orgy for your kids or something? I could totally see you doing that
Her: Haha yeah, I could have, but no. I...(blah blah about why she got kicked out)
So I felt unsure about continuing the whatever sex talk we were having because she'd finish the topic, and it would've been unsmooth and awkward of me to start talking about orgies again, in that particular example. I just figured she might be nervous and horny. When the dinner started off badly, I initially thought "Hmm, why is she all bitchy? Does she wanna skip the dinner and fuck?". Also she couldn't really maintain eye contact--she looked downward most of the time when we were sitting face to face, or straight ahead when we were walking side by side. When she did match my eye contact, I saw mostly what I interpreted as nervousness. So instead of going to smoke hookah after dinner, which was the original plan, I decided to try to pull.
Me: So do you have previous experience bartending? (She's trying to become one)
Her: No, actually
Me: Hmm, my friend isn't at the hookah spot yet. Do you wanna practice making that mixed drink you were talking about earlier until he calls me?
Her: Yeah, sure! I also wanna check out your frat house. Let's go get the ingredients.
NIIIIICE. We play a round of ping pong and fussball, then we head up to my room to chill. I play the Modal Soul album by Nujabes (the entire album is awesome as fuck) on my computer. She grabs my deck of cards and suggests we play. She seems nervous.
Her: Let's play here (pointing to my desk)
Me: (As I'm sitting down on my bed) nah, that's awkward and uncomfortable. Play here so we can be face to face.
She complies. We start playing and she continues talking. I try to set up a smooth opportunity for me to escalate because I just feel like she might not react well to me kissing her suddenly. She talks about how she lived in a Christian guest house or whatever in the past, and how the house manager kept checking on her to see if she didn't have people over. Perfect.
Her: Yeah, it was really gay. He'd look into my window to make sure I wasn't having sex and shit.
Me: Well, fortunately for us, we don't have anyone like that in our house. So no one would care if we did this...
Then I leaned in to kiss her. Motherfucking LMR. I get off of her and lay next to her with her head on my shoulder.
Her: I thought we were just gonna chill
Me: We can chill and make out at the same time
Her: Haha that's so high school
Me: What do college folks do then? Listen to music and play cards all night?
Her: Haha
I try again. She pushes me away again.
Her: I'm really bad at this
Me: It doesn't matter
Her: No, I really suck
Then she goes off talking about another topic.
Her: How do you say "this is a really good song" in Korean?
Me: Blah blah in Korean
Her: Really? That's how you say it?
Me: No, I just said "what would you do if I kissed you right now?"
Her: OMG fsc! I told you! I'm bad at making out!
Me: You know what? I'll be the judge of that
YES. FINALLY. I pause after a bit, pull back, then look in her eyes. She seems indifferent.
Her: You use a lot of tongue
Me: Duh, what else am I supposed to do? Use my teeth?
Then I "make out" with her using my clenched teeth. She laughs. I resume making out properly, and I grab one of her arms and put it around my neck. She then puts her other arm around me and really gets into it. After a bit of kissing her neck, playing with her tits and sucking on them, I unbutton her shorts.
Her: No. I'm on my period. And...I don't really like Asians.
Umm...what? Then she explains why she's annoyed of Asians and stuff. Plausible story. She's really sorry, but I'm cool with it. I don't really mind--it is what it is. I'll just find another girl who's actually into Asians. We just talk about relationships and shit for the rest of the time she's over. I make out with her two or three more times and play with her tits. I ask her to remove her top so I can properly massage them. She still complies. I kiss her inner thighs and dry hump her too.
Then we leave to drop her off.
Me: Soo what do you think of me now?
Her: I think you're starting to grow on me. I really enjoyed talking to you. I feel like you actually listen. For the first time since I've moved to LA, you were the first guy to really let me talk. I feel like I haven't talked about myself in a while. I mean, just two days ago I was at a rooftop bar, and this guy talked to me about himself for 45 minutes then asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend. What the fuck?
LOLs. You know what? I'm fine with that. As a guy who was deathly afraid of talking to girls a year ago because I didn't know how to talk, hearing that made my night. Thank you GC, Chase, other writers, and members of the forum.
I hope this post helps out the newcomers, and let me know if I could've done anything better. My current sticking point is sexualizing the interaction, so If you have any strategies, let me know. Thanks.
I noticed a hot blonde in short jean shorts get off her bicycle and stand in place staring at her phone.
Me: Excuse me...
Her: What's up? (Said really quickly in a sharp tone and looking at me with a "WTF does this guy want?" look)
Me: I was just sitting over there, and I had to come tell you that you have amazing legs
(She continues to look at me with the "WTF ..." look for another half-second, and I try hard to maintain my smile. I prepare for a possible kick to my nuts)
Her: OMG REALLY?! THANK YOU! (Her expression completely flips and she gets all lit up and jolly)
Me: Yeah, did you get all that from biking?
Her: No, I also run a lot. OMG, I've been working on my legs a lot, thank you! What's your name?
We exchange some basic information, and I moderately deep dive on one or two topics. She asks me about myself and stuff too, so that was cool.
Her: So what do you do for fun?
Me: Lately I've been visiting the beach a lot and wandering around LA with my friends (daygaming...LULZ, but I can't tell her that)...
Her: (I noticed her expression become "meh..." I later find out that her roommate always drags her to the beach)
Me: ...And I've been hitting up this hookah spot in Hollywood pretty frequently. My friend knows the manager there so we get a neat discount.
Her: Ooh, how cool!
Me: Yeah, do you smoke?
Her: Yeah (with a "duhh" facial expression and "do I look like a little miss goody two shoes" body language)
Me: Haha, cool. We should smoke and hang out and do shit some time.
Her: Yeah! Give me your number!
I save my number in her phone, then I make the rookie mistake of not calling/texting myself because I got distracted talking to her as I'm entering my number. FUCK.
For two days I'm a bit pissed at myself because she gave me a pretty solid initial interaction, and I thought I lost her. Then she texts me. Fuck yes. Almost all of our texts were logistical texts in which we try to set something up. I didn't bother chatting her up via text because I felt like we built a decent connection in person already. We agree to "grab coffee or something next week", and I planned on hitting her up in a few days.
Then she calls me. Awesome. She asks what I'm up to because she's bored. I tell her I was about to head out to the gym, and she wants to tag along. Cool. We have pretty good conversation on the drive to the gym. She's a pretty good talker--she can talk, and she returns the conversation back to me as well. We get to the gym and I teach her how to box. She's a lot of fun and looks really cute throwing these cutesy punches at the heavy bag. We also spar for a bit, and she punches me with full strength, holding nothing back. I like this girl haha. I slip one of her punches, rotate around her, and smack her ass. I expected her to be playful, but she gives a bland response. Bleh, whatever.
Fuck up:
At one point, she asks me what she should do if someone tries to rape her. I straight up tell her some things she can do. FUCK.
Well, next time, I'll be doing some actual physical demonstrations where I'll grab her from behind and get a little touchy, rather than standing in front of her and lecturing. Oh well, we learn from our mistakes right? If any of you GCers practice martial arts, this is something you can do with a girl. Just bring up self-defense to transition into this.
We agree to shower then meet up again for dinner as I drop her off. We start the dinner off on a bad note.
Her: So this is what Japanese people eat huh? (We had sushi. It was expensive but I was craving it)
Me: Yeah, more or less. What's the typical meal for Russians?
Her: Why do you keep asking me that? I don't know! My family is really Americanized and shit! I don't know anything Russian!
Me: Haha my bad, damn (playfully, smiling). So what do you usually eat then, other than straight up butter? (She mentioned earlier how she accidentally ate a stick of butter thinking it was ice cream)
Whew. Conversation became better after that. She really starts talking when we reach the topic of religion because she grew up with really religious and strict parents, and she's quite the rebel. Although she's easy to talk to, she doesn't really give me too many opportunities where I can subtly and smoothly sexualize things. She did openly (but briefly) talk about sex here and there, but she also seemed closed off at the same time. Like, it seemed like her mind was saying "Oh, here I go again, talking about sex. Let's get this over with real quick and return to nonsexualness".
Me: So what were some other jobs you've had before?
Her: I was a Christian camp counselor last summer before I got kicked out
Me: What did you do? Did you orchestrate an orgy for your kids or something? I could totally see you doing that
Her: Haha yeah, I could have, but no. I...(blah blah about why she got kicked out)
So I felt unsure about continuing the whatever sex talk we were having because she'd finish the topic, and it would've been unsmooth and awkward of me to start talking about orgies again, in that particular example. I just figured she might be nervous and horny. When the dinner started off badly, I initially thought "Hmm, why is she all bitchy? Does she wanna skip the dinner and fuck?". Also she couldn't really maintain eye contact--she looked downward most of the time when we were sitting face to face, or straight ahead when we were walking side by side. When she did match my eye contact, I saw mostly what I interpreted as nervousness. So instead of going to smoke hookah after dinner, which was the original plan, I decided to try to pull.
Me: So do you have previous experience bartending? (She's trying to become one)
Her: No, actually
Me: Hmm, my friend isn't at the hookah spot yet. Do you wanna practice making that mixed drink you were talking about earlier until he calls me?
Her: Yeah, sure! I also wanna check out your frat house. Let's go get the ingredients.
NIIIIICE. We play a round of ping pong and fussball, then we head up to my room to chill. I play the Modal Soul album by Nujabes (the entire album is awesome as fuck) on my computer. She grabs my deck of cards and suggests we play. She seems nervous.
Her: Let's play here (pointing to my desk)
Me: (As I'm sitting down on my bed) nah, that's awkward and uncomfortable. Play here so we can be face to face.
She complies. We start playing and she continues talking. I try to set up a smooth opportunity for me to escalate because I just feel like she might not react well to me kissing her suddenly. She talks about how she lived in a Christian guest house or whatever in the past, and how the house manager kept checking on her to see if she didn't have people over. Perfect.
Her: Yeah, it was really gay. He'd look into my window to make sure I wasn't having sex and shit.
Me: Well, fortunately for us, we don't have anyone like that in our house. So no one would care if we did this...
Then I leaned in to kiss her. Motherfucking LMR. I get off of her and lay next to her with her head on my shoulder.
Her: I thought we were just gonna chill
Me: We can chill and make out at the same time
Her: Haha that's so high school
Me: What do college folks do then? Listen to music and play cards all night?
Her: Haha
I try again. She pushes me away again.
Her: I'm really bad at this
Me: It doesn't matter
Her: No, I really suck
Then she goes off talking about another topic.
Her: How do you say "this is a really good song" in Korean?
Me: Blah blah in Korean
Her: Really? That's how you say it?
Me: No, I just said "what would you do if I kissed you right now?"
Her: OMG fsc! I told you! I'm bad at making out!
Me: You know what? I'll be the judge of that
YES. FINALLY. I pause after a bit, pull back, then look in her eyes. She seems indifferent.
Her: You use a lot of tongue
Me: Duh, what else am I supposed to do? Use my teeth?
Then I "make out" with her using my clenched teeth. She laughs. I resume making out properly, and I grab one of her arms and put it around my neck. She then puts her other arm around me and really gets into it. After a bit of kissing her neck, playing with her tits and sucking on them, I unbutton her shorts.
Her: No. I'm on my period. And...I don't really like Asians.
Umm...what? Then she explains why she's annoyed of Asians and stuff. Plausible story. She's really sorry, but I'm cool with it. I don't really mind--it is what it is. I'll just find another girl who's actually into Asians. We just talk about relationships and shit for the rest of the time she's over. I make out with her two or three more times and play with her tits. I ask her to remove her top so I can properly massage them. She still complies. I kiss her inner thighs and dry hump her too.
Then we leave to drop her off.
Me: Soo what do you think of me now?
Her: I think you're starting to grow on me. I really enjoyed talking to you. I feel like you actually listen. For the first time since I've moved to LA, you were the first guy to really let me talk. I feel like I haven't talked about myself in a while. I mean, just two days ago I was at a rooftop bar, and this guy talked to me about himself for 45 minutes then asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend. What the fuck?
LOLs. You know what? I'm fine with that. As a guy who was deathly afraid of talking to girls a year ago because I didn't know how to talk, hearing that made my night. Thank you GC, Chase, other writers, and members of the forum.
I hope this post helps out the newcomers, and let me know if I could've done anything better. My current sticking point is sexualizing the interaction, so If you have any strategies, let me know. Thanks.