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I think, in all honesty, that while this isn't the craziest story I've had, it had the craziest, weirdest ending. While I sit here alone at 2:00 am writing this, i have a feeling of stinging mixed with delight, inexplicably intertwined. I might be only a few months into my seduction career and have a solid 30 years ahead of me, but I doubt I will ever be in a situation like this again, where I get so close to sex, yet don't achieve it ultimately. It is because of this that I feel Miss Fuse will go down as my most unsatisfied customer to date: in fact, i bet she called one of her standby hungry males to finish off the deed I didn't. Oh well, they are welcome 
Prelude:
It was thursday, may 25, 2017. I wasn't really in the mood to party, but I thought I’d only go for an hour, and i arrived at 11:00. Some random facts:
in the line I started random conversations with guys and girls. short, nothing special. I felt that was a great idea, as i got in a social mood.
In the club, i was happy. Decidedly at home. Nothing was off: even the rejections felt good. I got my first rejection (blowout) on a street while walking to the club, and I literally burst laughing. First time this happens to me.
I opened a few girls with the salsa open. It works surprisingly well, but what helped me is that i was in a less crowded area. I got a few rejections for my typical “too much too fast” issue. Ugh.
Main story:
I got bored in the less crowded area and wanted to go down to the crowd. As i approach the stairs i see Miss Fuse on her phone, alone. I open with something like hi, how are you, who are you texting, oh tell them you're safe with me. We start dancing- funny how the standard dance position for these chicks is the grinding position. Oh well. She's more than mildly impressed- those salsa lessons are really good. I turn her around, and here she sees what I'm really made of with my sensual urban bachata moves. Fuck yeah, she loves the way i pull on her hair. And for the first time in my (short) night game career, the girl starts conversation during dancing, asking my name, where I’m from… i take this as a great opportunity to lead her to a couch, and converse. Mundane stuff. I use my standard “are you drunk? Oh i don't hook up with drunk girls” (stole that one from Hector, thanks Hector!). Also, she had no pocket, so she put her phone in mine. I said i will charge her 5$ for it, she agreed, but didn't give me 5$ when i gave her back her phone. What a letdown. I asked her to instead pay me back with a kiss (on the cheek, no club make out for me)- this is my favorite game to get investment and compliance. Apparently she is worried about her friends, she's been texting them and all, i was like great let me meet them- something to get out of my way. We go back to dancing a bit, then she says she wants to go down. Ok, yes, one step closer to leaving the club. While we move, i flirt with girls left and right, all receptive to me. Fuck yeah! She leads me outside the club, which was a risky move because I wasn't even sure there is a chance for a lay, if she runs along with her friends. So I take lead by walking her away from the havoc and having a seat somewhere quiet, while she figures out the friends situation. Here, i make my infamous afterparty (composed of me and her) suggestion. She says yes, then no (she didnt know i have a place, i should have made that clear. In fact, i needed to say it during my afterparty statement. I never mentioned where it was.. this ambiguity served to undermine my safety credibility), then yes, then “let's go to another bar first”, then yes, then no, then in the taxi other bar again… all the while she sometimes protests that she doesn't want me rape her or something, to while i tell her it is her i am afraid of, a hot blooded italian. Here i make my first mistake: on the way, she suggests we go to hers instead, its on the way. I quickly say yes, knowing that I have a condom on me, but by doing that I bent frame big time. Should have told her no, let us stick to the original fucking plan. But thankfully that didn't ruin things for me.
We got to her apartment. Some stories with her roommate, one came in, then the other, some socializing, a lot of bullshit that could've been avoided.. not to say i didn't enjoy it, i even number closed the guys the other chicks were fucking, but it was all unnecessary.
Escalation was straightforward. In fact, it was too straightforward. I have a note here: while commanding a girl to take off her and my top is a good idea, i am sensing it is not as good for pants. Anyways, i wasn't even giving her pussy much attention when she asked if i have a condom. “Relax” i said in her ear. After a few minutes, she asks again. This time i said “yes, dont worry, relax”. She asked a third time afterwards, to which i gave a similar response, and now she started accusing me of lying, and she got creeped out because she thought i was going to penetrate her without a condom and that she was going to get stds from me. Lol. I got the condom, but didn't put it on when she asked, because, well, i wanted more foreplay, fingering… This was new to me: typically, i have long escalations, but she made it so easy i failed to believe her, wanting to prep her even more i took the condom thing as a test, like just relax, it's coming. But by doing all this, i was shooting myself in the foot: the girl was screaming “fuck me now, the escalation window is open” and i….. missed it. That's right, the window closed.
She got up and decidedly stated that she is not having sex with me. She put on clothes and turned the lights on. I was baffled. What the fuck just happened? I had a girl begging me to fuck her, and now she's telling me “i was ready to have sex with you, but not anymore. You can leave”. I tried to reinitiate a bit, but it was futile: her emotions were replaced completely. Or, to put it as my friend said, her fuse blew- hence the name, Miss Fuse.
I put on my clothes. At one points she asks me how old I am, and i deflect it. She says she genuinely wants to know. I deflect again. I told her I liked her, but it's cool, I still kindda do. At this point I am completely out of my element, unsure of what the fuck just happened. I ask her to walk me to the door. I hug her. I leave.
Conclusion:
I know. It was stupid. I know. But please hear me out: i genuinely thought i was doing the right thing. By heating her up more, we would have more explosive sex. But then, it dawned on me: young drunk party girls don't care about good sex. They care about sex with sexy men. The frat guys they fuck mostly don't have good technique: heck, i’d be surprised if they have rhythm at all, or last for more than 10 minutes. But what the frat guys they fuck do have is the ability to understand “get a condom” means “i should fuck her now while the opportunity is here”. I failed to see it that way: part of me saw it as a shit test, another part was just focused on doing the standardized thing, which is a slow escalation.
You live you learn. My deepest apologies to Miss Fuse; I owe her a good 40 minute fucking which she will never get now, and both our lives are poorer for that. But a thank you to her for teaching me this valuable lesson: i will never forget it, i am sure. And my future lays will all thank her!
Prelude:
It was thursday, may 25, 2017. I wasn't really in the mood to party, but I thought I’d only go for an hour, and i arrived at 11:00. Some random facts:
in the line I started random conversations with guys and girls. short, nothing special. I felt that was a great idea, as i got in a social mood.
In the club, i was happy. Decidedly at home. Nothing was off: even the rejections felt good. I got my first rejection (blowout) on a street while walking to the club, and I literally burst laughing. First time this happens to me.
I opened a few girls with the salsa open. It works surprisingly well, but what helped me is that i was in a less crowded area. I got a few rejections for my typical “too much too fast” issue. Ugh.
Main story:
I got bored in the less crowded area and wanted to go down to the crowd. As i approach the stairs i see Miss Fuse on her phone, alone. I open with something like hi, how are you, who are you texting, oh tell them you're safe with me. We start dancing- funny how the standard dance position for these chicks is the grinding position. Oh well. She's more than mildly impressed- those salsa lessons are really good. I turn her around, and here she sees what I'm really made of with my sensual urban bachata moves. Fuck yeah, she loves the way i pull on her hair. And for the first time in my (short) night game career, the girl starts conversation during dancing, asking my name, where I’m from… i take this as a great opportunity to lead her to a couch, and converse. Mundane stuff. I use my standard “are you drunk? Oh i don't hook up with drunk girls” (stole that one from Hector, thanks Hector!). Also, she had no pocket, so she put her phone in mine. I said i will charge her 5$ for it, she agreed, but didn't give me 5$ when i gave her back her phone. What a letdown. I asked her to instead pay me back with a kiss (on the cheek, no club make out for me)- this is my favorite game to get investment and compliance. Apparently she is worried about her friends, she's been texting them and all, i was like great let me meet them- something to get out of my way. We go back to dancing a bit, then she says she wants to go down. Ok, yes, one step closer to leaving the club. While we move, i flirt with girls left and right, all receptive to me. Fuck yeah! She leads me outside the club, which was a risky move because I wasn't even sure there is a chance for a lay, if she runs along with her friends. So I take lead by walking her away from the havoc and having a seat somewhere quiet, while she figures out the friends situation. Here, i make my infamous afterparty (composed of me and her) suggestion. She says yes, then no (she didnt know i have a place, i should have made that clear. In fact, i needed to say it during my afterparty statement. I never mentioned where it was.. this ambiguity served to undermine my safety credibility), then yes, then “let's go to another bar first”, then yes, then no, then in the taxi other bar again… all the while she sometimes protests that she doesn't want me rape her or something, to while i tell her it is her i am afraid of, a hot blooded italian. Here i make my first mistake: on the way, she suggests we go to hers instead, its on the way. I quickly say yes, knowing that I have a condom on me, but by doing that I bent frame big time. Should have told her no, let us stick to the original fucking plan. But thankfully that didn't ruin things for me.
We got to her apartment. Some stories with her roommate, one came in, then the other, some socializing, a lot of bullshit that could've been avoided.. not to say i didn't enjoy it, i even number closed the guys the other chicks were fucking, but it was all unnecessary.
Escalation was straightforward. In fact, it was too straightforward. I have a note here: while commanding a girl to take off her and my top is a good idea, i am sensing it is not as good for pants. Anyways, i wasn't even giving her pussy much attention when she asked if i have a condom. “Relax” i said in her ear. After a few minutes, she asks again. This time i said “yes, dont worry, relax”. She asked a third time afterwards, to which i gave a similar response, and now she started accusing me of lying, and she got creeped out because she thought i was going to penetrate her without a condom and that she was going to get stds from me. Lol. I got the condom, but didn't put it on when she asked, because, well, i wanted more foreplay, fingering… This was new to me: typically, i have long escalations, but she made it so easy i failed to believe her, wanting to prep her even more i took the condom thing as a test, like just relax, it's coming. But by doing all this, i was shooting myself in the foot: the girl was screaming “fuck me now, the escalation window is open” and i….. missed it. That's right, the window closed.
She got up and decidedly stated that she is not having sex with me. She put on clothes and turned the lights on. I was baffled. What the fuck just happened? I had a girl begging me to fuck her, and now she's telling me “i was ready to have sex with you, but not anymore. You can leave”. I tried to reinitiate a bit, but it was futile: her emotions were replaced completely. Or, to put it as my friend said, her fuse blew- hence the name, Miss Fuse.
I put on my clothes. At one points she asks me how old I am, and i deflect it. She says she genuinely wants to know. I deflect again. I told her I liked her, but it's cool, I still kindda do. At this point I am completely out of my element, unsure of what the fuck just happened. I ask her to walk me to the door. I hug her. I leave.
Conclusion:
I know. It was stupid. I know. But please hear me out: i genuinely thought i was doing the right thing. By heating her up more, we would have more explosive sex. But then, it dawned on me: young drunk party girls don't care about good sex. They care about sex with sexy men. The frat guys they fuck mostly don't have good technique: heck, i’d be surprised if they have rhythm at all, or last for more than 10 minutes. But what the frat guys they fuck do have is the ability to understand “get a condom” means “i should fuck her now while the opportunity is here”. I failed to see it that way: part of me saw it as a shit test, another part was just focused on doing the standardized thing, which is a slow escalation.
You live you learn. My deepest apologies to Miss Fuse; I owe her a good 40 minute fucking which she will never get now, and both our lives are poorer for that. But a thank you to her for teaching me this valuable lesson: i will never forget it, i am sure. And my future lays will all thank her!
