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Was out last night with @Skippy and we went to one of my favorite spots from when I was younger. We had gone there Friday night as well, but Saturday was much better of a night in terms of the clientele. We were actually waiting in line when I open the girl next to us (around 10:15PM). Very indirect, mostly to build some social proof at that point, and because we’re looking at like 30 minutes in line before we can get let in.
Skippy and I talk, and he lets me build the vibe between myself and the girl. She is wearing a revealing dress that displays ample curves. We talk of a lot of things in line, and I (with help from Skippy) move the conversation to more SOTs. She is receptive. It turns out she’s actually a lone traveler visiting from another country, and is here by herself. I connect with her on solo traveling and use it to discuss spontaneity and adventure a bit.
At one point, a bouncer comes up to bring her up, and she follows, and waves bye to us without much of a second glance. Apparently he wasn’t pointing to her, and she had to come back to us. I give her some shit playfully about ditching us. She comes closer to me at that point, and when we reach the bouncer, I let her tell the bouncer that we’re a group of 3. This helps skippy and I get in. Once we’re in the bar, I tell her I’ll give her a quick tour, and link arms with her while showing her around. There’s also some sexual content starting to percolate the conversations.
At the roof, I buy us shots, and then we grab some seats. Skippy has left us at this point to do some approaching of his own. My girl asks about this, and I say we’d spent the whole day together, and I thought he wanted to go meet some people. Use this to transition into how one of the most exciting parts of traveling is meeting new people. I mention how people come in three flavors, creeps, friends, and lovers (paraphrased). She asks which of the three she is to me, and I slightly screw up by denying her an answer. Instead I should have put myself in the meta frame and told her she had the potential to be a lover, and then given her some hoops to jump through to fit my criteria.
I move us around again, and she calls me impatient/easily irritated. The reason for this is that our previous sitting spot was getting jostled a lot by passerbys, since it was near the stairs. I said that when i see something I don’t like, or that I want to change, I do the actions that I want to fix the problem.
At some point I have her tell me some of her most interesting stories from her travels. Then I use this to share a few stories that I use to build some contrast, as well as some sexual frames. Using gay guys to deliver sexual material that is explicit without it being about me, while displaying my liberated frames. At this point she’s more comfortable, so she tells me a story about how she met a guy and went to his room with a prostitute, but refused to have sex because she didn’t want to do a threesome. I qualified on her open-mindedness while praising her ability to stay true to herself and her own boundaries. She makes a comment, and I transition into a story about a friend who hooked up with a guy who couldn’t find the friend’s clit. Then I use this to transition to sexual frustration gambit.
At this point, we are moved from our sitting spot because it’s being used for reservations. We run into skippy again, and try to find a place to sit, but can’t find any. I signal to skippy to go somewhere else and not join us. He gets the message and leaves us again, but because we don’t find a spot to sit, I suggest going downstairs (the dance floor) to sit. This is a mistake because it’s stupid to talk in a loud area when the two of us are in a great bubble. Going downstairs initially doesn’t break the bubble, but it’s crowded and noisy and more bustling. I also suddenly need to pee, and so go to use the bathroom. When I’m back the vibe is basically gone. She’s no longer the compliant girl she was earlier in the night. I suggest moving back upstairs, and she declines, so I tell her I want to go find skippy to check on him and make sure he’s okay.
Skippy and I talk, and he lets me build the vibe between myself and the girl. She is wearing a revealing dress that displays ample curves. We talk of a lot of things in line, and I (with help from Skippy) move the conversation to more SOTs. She is receptive. It turns out she’s actually a lone traveler visiting from another country, and is here by herself. I connect with her on solo traveling and use it to discuss spontaneity and adventure a bit.
At one point, a bouncer comes up to bring her up, and she follows, and waves bye to us without much of a second glance. Apparently he wasn’t pointing to her, and she had to come back to us. I give her some shit playfully about ditching us. She comes closer to me at that point, and when we reach the bouncer, I let her tell the bouncer that we’re a group of 3. This helps skippy and I get in. Once we’re in the bar, I tell her I’ll give her a quick tour, and link arms with her while showing her around. There’s also some sexual content starting to percolate the conversations.
At the roof, I buy us shots, and then we grab some seats. Skippy has left us at this point to do some approaching of his own. My girl asks about this, and I say we’d spent the whole day together, and I thought he wanted to go meet some people. Use this to transition into how one of the most exciting parts of traveling is meeting new people. I mention how people come in three flavors, creeps, friends, and lovers (paraphrased). She asks which of the three she is to me, and I slightly screw up by denying her an answer. Instead I should have put myself in the meta frame and told her she had the potential to be a lover, and then given her some hoops to jump through to fit my criteria.
I move us around again, and she calls me impatient/easily irritated. The reason for this is that our previous sitting spot was getting jostled a lot by passerbys, since it was near the stairs. I said that when i see something I don’t like, or that I want to change, I do the actions that I want to fix the problem.
At some point I have her tell me some of her most interesting stories from her travels. Then I use this to share a few stories that I use to build some contrast, as well as some sexual frames. Using gay guys to deliver sexual material that is explicit without it being about me, while displaying my liberated frames. At this point she’s more comfortable, so she tells me a story about how she met a guy and went to his room with a prostitute, but refused to have sex because she didn’t want to do a threesome. I qualified on her open-mindedness while praising her ability to stay true to herself and her own boundaries. She makes a comment, and I transition into a story about a friend who hooked up with a guy who couldn’t find the friend’s clit. Then I use this to transition to sexual frustration gambit.
At this point, we are moved from our sitting spot because it’s being used for reservations. We run into skippy again, and try to find a place to sit, but can’t find any. I signal to skippy to go somewhere else and not join us. He gets the message and leaves us again, but because we don’t find a spot to sit, I suggest going downstairs (the dance floor) to sit. This is a mistake because it’s stupid to talk in a loud area when the two of us are in a great bubble. Going downstairs initially doesn’t break the bubble, but it’s crowded and noisy and more bustling. I also suddenly need to pee, and so go to use the bathroom. When I’m back the vibe is basically gone. She’s no longer the compliant girl she was earlier in the night. I suggest moving back upstairs, and she declines, so I tell her I want to go find skippy to check on him and make sure he’s okay.
