MY FIRST SAME NIGHT PULL FROM CLUB
I’ve been pulling lays from day game, same day daygame, social circle, online dating –and online not dating-, with “previous friends”, date in a nightclub and with different number of “dates”.
Yet I’ve never had your most stereotypical “one night stand”, such as enter a nightclub, meeting there a random girl and go home with her.
As they say, there’s a first time for everything
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FIRST GIRL OF THE NIGHT AND BACKGROUND
I’m on an island where there are yes quite a few attractive girls, yet where most of them are prostitutes :S.
Not the best location for girls, but the scenery is peaceful and beautiful.
I had met via Tinder a girl who openly said she slept with guys for money, to which I replied something “that’s cool, but we meet as friends” and we agreed on the logistics.
She probably hoped I’d have paid anyway, while I was curious about her story and thought I would have fucked her anyway for free.
Funny enough, I brought her in the hotel room and proved both of us wrong: she wasn’t down for free and I didn’t wanna pay.
Except, face palm, for when I ran after her like a horny idiot trying to low ball her lol.
Still wasn’t willing to pay “her” price though, so I asked her to take me with her bike to the club where she recruits clients.
You might wonder why the hell I’d go to a whore-infested club and well…. The answer is that it’s really the only big club complex in the island, so either that or stay home.
And I had stayed home two night in a row already and now was primed for action
BAR BEFORE CLUB : YOUNG MEN PAYING FOR COMPANY
I stop at a bar beside the club, and it’s just like you’d expect it to be: a lot of guys and a lot of bar girls asking for shots in exchange of company.
One was particularly funny asking me for a shot as her eyes went back and forth from my eyes to my crotch lol.
I was actually surprised at how many young guys pay for a woman’s company.
I found myself having a bad judgmental mindset of contempt and a fake feeling of superiority towards these guys. I don’t wanna feel like that, and I feel I have no reason to.
So I actively tried to shake it off telling myself “why not, if people are lucky not to be as stingy as I am and/or have an abundance of money… it can be fun having a girl around you can slap and grope at will”.
Then with that improved mindset I started smiling at all those hooker scenes and also my mood improved.
THE CLUB
The club was a bit similar as the bar, lots of men and lots of girls looking for men in exchange for money.
The girl I had previously hang out with was also there. She had told me I shouldn’t have said hi there as she had another guy who would pay her so we didn’t talk.
She was looking at me often though and I also sent her a message to reassure I wasn’t gonna say hi to her and she didn’t need to jump behind a column as I passed by.
That was quite an hilarious scene.
The whole time I have a “only here for fun” mindset as I’m not willing to pay for sex and there doesn’t seem to be many options for non paying guys around here.
All in good spirit though: drink a beer, dance around and look at the people interacting.
I also meet a fellow countrymen coming here for sexual (paid) tourism and listen to his stories.
A couple hookers, one of whom he had already been with, stay around and hang out with us.
One is hot and coming after me, but I don’t give her too much attention as I don’t wanna to lead her on and give her the wrong impression I'm gonna pay her.
Walking around was also quite funny, feeling like owning the world with all the hookers lustily looking at you lol.
MEET THE LUCKY LAY GIRL
Then I lose my new friend and dance around again.
There is a group of girls close by, and I look at one while dancing and she returns the gaze.
Then I turn around. A bit to play, and a bit not to give the wrong impression I’m a paying customer.
Then I look at her again.
She smiles, and hide behind her friends.
Compared to many very hot hookers -as you'd expect hookers to be-, she’s not the prettiest around: a “good enough” face and a good body. But she's more than good enough for the night.
It’s clear she's flirting and very possibly wants to get closer, but I don’t make any overt moves.
Then she gets closer herself from behind and touches me a bit.
I turn around and she she recoils among her group of friends laughing and covering her face as if to plaifylly say "God he caught me, that's sooo embarassing"
Well, now this is a bit too clear of a move from her side to ignore, so we dance together for a while.
Only at the end I make some closer dancing contact, before that it was an obvious “I dance like a dog, this just for fun” thing.
Then I pull her close to the bar, I don’t know it but the club is about to close.
I tell her we should go.
Here we go.
She asks for money. I say no but we should go and enjoy each other’s company.
She asks again, and I say no because I’m a cool guy and I don’t pay.
It goes on for a bit, and on and off, out of the blue, she hugs me a few times.
THE DRUNK GUYS ANNOYANCE
There’s a drunk big dude sitting close by. Let’s call him “Drunk Dude”. Drunk Dude asks me for a lighter, I say no, then he asks the girl and she gives it to him.
Damn.
He wanna talk to her, so she leans towards him. At this point I think she might leap to a paying customer.
The whole dynamic is interesting though: on a pure proximity scale, she’s closer to Drunk Dude than to me, yet she only leans towards him rather than being very close and she keeps firmly holding my hand the whole time, with interlocked fingers.
Firmer grip now than when we were together.
This is a strong sign, I feel she’s more “mine” now than when it was just the two of us and she was hugging me.
And this is the moment I think this might easily go down for free.
After a couple of minutes she fully comes back to me.
I tell her she should go with him if he pays, but she doesn’t want to.
GUYS IN “SHOW OFF FIGHT MODE” : avoid this behavior like the plague
This is irrelevant to the lay, but it’s another social dynamic you will see often among guys, especially when drunk and even more commonly among middle eastern guys as these two were: a friend of Drunk Dude -let’s call him “The Angry Dude”- comes by and the two of them touch each other a lot, Drunk Dude with his arm around The Angry Dude shoulder.
Angry Dude, as the name suggests, seem very angry at Drunk Dude.
But so seems Drunk Dude: they speak loudly and aggressively to each other.
They are getting worked up and making up non-existing problems out of nothing, just to give the impression they’re discussing important stuff and showing off their testosterone.
Even as a small non gym guy, I have been guilty and fallen pray of this behaviour when people started interacting with me this way and it can make you feel "important" attracting the attention of the people around.
But when pushed too far as it often happens, this is a behavior that can actually start real fights out of thin air, and I am not going to work on myself to remove the contempt I have for it.
Indeed I feel quite cool being the exact opposite: I’m besides them, very “unmanly” in comparison: I am smaller, on a button up shirt, composed, happy, smiling... And with a girl around me who’s now inching closer and closer to come fuck for free.
Indeed now I get her to agree: we get the lighter back from Drunk Dude and Angry Dude, we will call the both of them “The Douchebags” and we move (it wasn’t that easy as it might seem, as The Douchebags are now pretending to be on the verge of a fight).
DUI Pull
The drive back is an adventure in itself.
Now the funny thing is that I had told her “I drive!” as we were discussing money/logistics to give her the idea we are indeed going back together and I’ll take care of it.
But I didn’t really mean it: I don’t have an helmet, I haven’t driven a bike since around 10 years, I have never driven a bike above 50cc, I have driven 99.9% of the time stick shift and, while all these reasons are quite chicken talk, the fact my driving license is expired –meaning I don’t have one- and I’m buzzed are actually solid reasons. And I have no freaking idea about the way either.
But she took my word for it and handed me the bike.
Well… What would you do?
I drove it.
I wish I could say "I drove the wheel out of the fucking thing" but it didn't exactly go down that way lol.
Especially at the beginning I was stiff as fuck and quite worried in spite of the confidence inspiring alcohol running around my system.
The beginning was the worst part, lots of cars and people around and every time we have to slow down my normal reaction is to pull what would be the clutch on my left.
Which here is the brake.
So you can imagine how “smooth” I was lol.
Didn’t faze her though.
Oh, did I forget?
We drive on the right side in Europe –as most of the world- and here you drive left.
Funny, I had pondered many times how difficult and dangerous it would be for me to start driving in England as I’d probably naturally shift to the right a thousand times before getting used.
Well, it was actually easier than I thought: I only shift right once. And at relatively low speed after a crossroad as I realized a bit late it wasn’t the car coming towards me to be on the wrong lane .
And apart from that: a fucking blast!
Fresh air in your face, a sense of excitement and a powerful enough engine to quickly pick up speed on uphill roads at the command of your right wrist any time you wanted to!
I had forgotten how amazing driving bikes is!
Funny also, I had started the night worried I hadn’t enough money and had to save for the taxi, but was driven to the club for free, didn’t pay the girl asking for money to come home with me and now I was even going back home for free!
Before entering the hotel I also took her to look to look at the sea and started kissing her neck from behind.
Not that I needed any romantic atmosphere to help here, but it was just nice.
AT HOME
The whole night I was horny because of the previous interaction, so I was really looking forward to start manhandling this lady.
The was only one problem: I was sun burned and couldn’t stand her grappling and scratching my back and shoulders.
So pinning her hands against the mattress wasn’t a move I chose: it was out of necessity.
She came more than once and moaned and screamed relatively loud, probably loud enough for the neighbours to hate me.
I banged her from the top, then her on top, then came from behind with her belly completely flat on the mattress.
BTW, only a couple months ago, out of some random train of thoughts a colleague and friend of mine used “kissing before sex” as an example of normal steps you always have to take to reach an outcome.
I said it was not true, but back then I couldn’t say “yes you can and I’ve done it” as I couldn’t remember any time it happened.
Only a couple of months later, it’s already happened like 3 times or so, this girl included.
SHE GOES BACK
This was my last night here so I had to prepare the luggage and wake up early in the morning.
Her English wasn’t good, so I kinda of kindly put social pressure on her to leave.
I walked her back outside, where she kept hugging me and telling me I was handsome.
Even before getting to sex she actually stepped back to “admire my full figure” (which I’m not being modest saying it’s really nothing, just a skinny small guy with a little bit of abs and no fat).
Now under the romantic light drizzle she proceed to get my FB, take selfies of us two and a picture of just myself.
AM I SELLING MYSELF TOO SHORT?
I remember Chase talking about himself as “low confidence, high self esteem”.
Funny I had never thought of people in that way before reading his comment.
I feel I’m the same, always believe there's nothing that special in whatever people do, and that I -or you- might as well achieve it myself -yourself- if given the circumstances I -you- had put all my -your- efforts into it... And yet never feeling fully confident about myself and my skills until I’ve done it over and over… and over and over again in all the different scenarios.
There’s always an excuse in my mind of why it was easy for me to make it happen there and then, or a situation which helped me to get the result I got.
Like in this case, the obvious “reasons” for success being that I’m in Asia, where as a white guy my value jumped through the roof with a single overnight flight.
Which is true, they DO love white guys here, yet you could counteract that very easily: this is not a God forgotten place, the whole economy runs around tourists and there probably were more men than women in the club, packed mostly with Westerners, many of them young and attractive, many of them gym/beach guys and many of them throwing money around and willing to pay for girls.
I’m starting to think that yes, I should start changing my mentality which is still too strongly under the shackles of a disempowering belief that for a short, bald and non-rich guy it’s “very challenging” to be sexy and attractive.
Anyway... Another great adventure, another good fun, and I wish her the best.
I’ve been pulling lays from day game, same day daygame, social circle, online dating –and online not dating-, with “previous friends”, date in a nightclub and with different number of “dates”.
Yet I’ve never had your most stereotypical “one night stand”, such as enter a nightclub, meeting there a random girl and go home with her.
As they say, there’s a first time for everything
.FIRST GIRL OF THE NIGHT AND BACKGROUND
I’m on an island where there are yes quite a few attractive girls, yet where most of them are prostitutes :S.
Not the best location for girls, but the scenery is peaceful and beautiful.
I had met via Tinder a girl who openly said she slept with guys for money, to which I replied something “that’s cool, but we meet as friends” and we agreed on the logistics.
She probably hoped I’d have paid anyway, while I was curious about her story and thought I would have fucked her anyway for free.
Funny enough, I brought her in the hotel room and proved both of us wrong: she wasn’t down for free and I didn’t wanna pay.
Except, face palm, for when I ran after her like a horny idiot trying to low ball her lol
.Still wasn’t willing to pay “her” price though, so I asked her to take me with her bike to the club where she recruits clients.
You might wonder why the hell I’d go to a whore-infested club and well…. The answer is that it’s really the only big club complex in the island, so either that or stay home.
And I had stayed home two night in a row already and now was primed for action
BAR BEFORE CLUB : YOUNG MEN PAYING FOR COMPANY
I stop at a bar beside the club, and it’s just like you’d expect it to be: a lot of guys and a lot of bar girls asking for shots in exchange of company.
One was particularly funny asking me for a shot as her eyes went back and forth from my eyes to my crotch lol.
I was actually surprised at how many young guys pay for a woman’s company.
I found myself having a bad judgmental mindset of contempt and a fake feeling of superiority towards these guys. I don’t wanna feel like that, and I feel I have no reason to.
So I actively tried to shake it off telling myself “why not, if people are lucky not to be as stingy as I am and/or have an abundance of money… it can be fun having a girl around you can slap and grope at will”.
Then with that improved mindset I started smiling at all those hooker scenes and also my mood improved.
THE CLUB
The club was a bit similar as the bar, lots of men and lots of girls looking for men in exchange for money.
The girl I had previously hang out with was also there. She had told me I shouldn’t have said hi there as she had another guy who would pay her so we didn’t talk.
She was looking at me often though and I also sent her a message to reassure I wasn’t gonna say hi to her and she didn’t need to jump behind a column as I passed by.
That was quite an hilarious scene
.The whole time I have a “only here for fun” mindset as I’m not willing to pay for sex and there doesn’t seem to be many options for non paying guys around here.
All in good spirit though: drink a beer, dance around and look at the people interacting.
I also meet a fellow countrymen coming here for sexual (paid) tourism and listen to his stories.
A couple hookers, one of whom he had already been with, stay around and hang out with us.
One is hot and coming after me, but I don’t give her too much attention as I don’t wanna to lead her on and give her the wrong impression I'm gonna pay her.
Walking around was also quite funny, feeling like owning the world with all the hookers lustily looking at you lol.
MEET THE LUCKY LAY GIRL
Then I lose my new friend and dance around again.
There is a group of girls close by, and I look at one while dancing and she returns the gaze.
Then I turn around. A bit to play, and a bit not to give the wrong impression I’m a paying customer.
Then I look at her again.
She smiles, and hide behind her friends.
Compared to many very hot hookers -as you'd expect hookers to be-, she’s not the prettiest around: a “good enough” face and a good body. But she's more than good enough for the night.
It’s clear she's flirting and very possibly wants to get closer, but I don’t make any overt moves.
Then she gets closer herself from behind and touches me a bit.
I turn around and she she recoils among her group of friends laughing and covering her face as if to plaifylly say "God he caught me, that's sooo embarassing"
Well, now this is a bit too clear of a move from her side to ignore, so we dance together for a while.
Only at the end I make some closer dancing contact, before that it was an obvious “I dance like a dog, this just for fun” thing.
Then I pull her close to the bar, I don’t know it but the club is about to close.
I tell her we should go.
Here we go.
She asks for money. I say no but we should go and enjoy each other’s company.
She asks again, and I say no because I’m a cool guy and I don’t pay.
It goes on for a bit, and on and off, out of the blue, she hugs me a few times.
THE DRUNK GUYS ANNOYANCE
There’s a drunk big dude sitting close by. Let’s call him “Drunk Dude”. Drunk Dude asks me for a lighter, I say no, then he asks the girl and she gives it to him.
Damn.
He wanna talk to her, so she leans towards him. At this point I think she might leap to a paying customer.
The whole dynamic is interesting though: on a pure proximity scale, she’s closer to Drunk Dude than to me, yet she only leans towards him rather than being very close and she keeps firmly holding my hand the whole time, with interlocked fingers.
Firmer grip now than when we were together.
This is a strong sign, I feel she’s more “mine” now than when it was just the two of us and she was hugging me.
And this is the moment I think this might easily go down for free.
After a couple of minutes she fully comes back to me.
I tell her she should go with him if he pays, but she doesn’t want to.
GUYS IN “SHOW OFF FIGHT MODE” : avoid this behavior like the plague
This is irrelevant to the lay, but it’s another social dynamic you will see often among guys, especially when drunk and even more commonly among middle eastern guys as these two were: a friend of Drunk Dude -let’s call him “The Angry Dude”- comes by and the two of them touch each other a lot, Drunk Dude with his arm around The Angry Dude shoulder.
Angry Dude, as the name suggests, seem very angry at Drunk Dude.
But so seems Drunk Dude: they speak loudly and aggressively to each other.
They are getting worked up and making up non-existing problems out of nothing, just to give the impression they’re discussing important stuff and showing off their testosterone.
Even as a small non gym guy, I have been guilty and fallen pray of this behaviour when people started interacting with me this way and it can make you feel "important" attracting the attention of the people around.
But when pushed too far as it often happens, this is a behavior that can actually start real fights out of thin air, and I am not going to work on myself to remove the contempt I have for it.
Indeed I feel quite cool being the exact opposite: I’m besides them, very “unmanly” in comparison: I am smaller, on a button up shirt, composed, happy, smiling... And with a girl around me who’s now inching closer and closer to come fuck for free.
Indeed now I get her to agree: we get the lighter back from Drunk Dude and Angry Dude, we will call the both of them “The Douchebags” and we move (it wasn’t that easy as it might seem, as The Douchebags are now pretending to be on the verge of a fight).
DUI Pull
The drive back is an adventure in itself.
Now the funny thing is that I had told her “I drive!” as we were discussing money/logistics to give her the idea we are indeed going back together and I’ll take care of it.
But I didn’t really mean it: I don’t have an helmet, I haven’t driven a bike since around 10 years, I have never driven a bike above 50cc, I have driven 99.9% of the time stick shift and, while all these reasons are quite chicken talk, the fact my driving license is expired –meaning I don’t have one- and I’m buzzed are actually solid reasons. And I have no freaking idea about the way either.
But she took my word for it and handed me the bike.
Well… What would you do?
I drove it.
I wish I could say "I drove the wheel out of the fucking thing" but it didn't exactly go down that way lol.
Especially at the beginning I was stiff as fuck and quite worried in spite of the confidence inspiring alcohol running around my system.
The beginning was the worst part, lots of cars and people around and every time we have to slow down my normal reaction is to pull what would be the clutch on my left.
Which here is the brake.
So you can imagine how “smooth” I was lol
.Didn’t faze her though.
Oh, did I forget?
We drive on the right side in Europe –as most of the world- and here you drive left.
Funny, I had pondered many times how difficult and dangerous it would be for me to start driving in England as I’d probably naturally shift to the right a thousand times before getting used.
Well, it was actually easier than I thought: I only shift right once
. And at relatively low speed after a crossroad as I realized a bit late it wasn’t the car coming towards me to be on the wrong lane .And apart from that: a fucking blast!
Fresh air in your face, a sense of excitement and a powerful enough engine to quickly pick up speed on uphill roads at the command of your right wrist any time you wanted to!
I had forgotten how amazing driving bikes is!
Funny also, I had started the night worried I hadn’t enough money and had to save for the taxi, but was driven to the club for free, didn’t pay the girl asking for money to come home with me and now I was even going back home for free!
Before entering the hotel I also took her to look to look at the sea and started kissing her neck from behind.
Not that I needed any romantic atmosphere to help here, but it was just nice.
AT HOME
The whole night I was horny because of the previous interaction, so I was really looking forward to start manhandling this lady.
The was only one problem: I was sun burned and couldn’t stand her grappling and scratching my back and shoulders.
So pinning her hands against the mattress wasn’t a move I chose: it was out of necessity
.She came more than once and moaned and screamed relatively loud, probably loud enough for the neighbours to hate me.
I banged her from the top, then her on top, then came from behind with her belly completely flat on the mattress.
BTW, only a couple months ago, out of some random train of thoughts a colleague and friend of mine used “kissing before sex” as an example of normal steps you always have to take to reach an outcome.
I said it was not true, but back then I couldn’t say “yes you can and I’ve done it” as I couldn’t remember any time it happened.
Only a couple of months later, it’s already happened like 3 times or so, this girl included.
SHE GOES BACK
This was my last night here so I had to prepare the luggage and wake up early in the morning.
Her English wasn’t good, so I kinda of kindly put social pressure on her to leave.
I walked her back outside, where she kept hugging me and telling me I was handsome.
Even before getting to sex she actually stepped back to “admire my full figure” (which I’m not being modest saying it’s really nothing, just a skinny small guy with a little bit of abs and no fat).
Now under the romantic light drizzle she proceed to get my FB, take selfies of us two and a picture of just myself.
AM I SELLING MYSELF TOO SHORT?
I remember Chase talking about himself as “low confidence, high self esteem”.
Funny I had never thought of people in that way before reading his comment.
I feel I’m the same, always believe there's nothing that special in whatever people do, and that I -or you- might as well achieve it myself -yourself- if given the circumstances I -you- had put all my -your- efforts into it... And yet never feeling fully confident about myself and my skills until I’ve done it over and over… and over and over again in all the different scenarios.
There’s always an excuse in my mind of why it was easy for me to make it happen there and then, or a situation which helped me to get the result I got.
Like in this case, the obvious “reasons” for success being that I’m in Asia, where as a white guy my value jumped through the roof with a single overnight flight.
Which is true, they DO love white guys here, yet you could counteract that very easily: this is not a God forgotten place, the whole economy runs around tourists and there probably were more men than women in the club, packed mostly with Westerners, many of them young and attractive, many of them gym/beach guys and many of them throwing money around and willing to pay for girls.
I’m starting to think that yes, I should start changing my mentality which is still too strongly under the shackles of a disempowering belief that for a short, bald and non-rich guy it’s “very challenging” to be sexy and attractive.
Anyway... Another great adventure, another good fun, and I wish her the best.
