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Some chick added me on Facebook on Sunday morning. I accepted late that night, and she immediately sent me a message.
Well if it's gonna be that kind of party, I'm gonna stick my dick in the mashed potatoes.
Seriously though, here I think I'm going to continue with the whole date application/interview role-playing thing. This could get fun.
"Would you like a public or private interview?"
"I'm gonna need 3 references"
"What would you anticipate your job duties to be?"
Ha.
But, after thinking about the whole "public or private interview" question a little... I've lost girls before who were sure-fire lays simply because I invited them straight over to my house. It's not so much that they're rejecting what I want (fast sex), they're just rejecting my attempt to be so overt about it more than anything. Remember, it has to "just happen", can't be planned or else she's a slut... Plus, I rather enjoy the thrill of the hunt
Then, she was texting me and started asking me if I smoke weed. I said I do very, very rarely anymore, so I have an extremely low tolerance for it. She suggested that we meet up at 8 and go riding around and smoke. I told her that sounds good, but that I doubt I smoke very much. I'm having her meet me someplace about halfway, and I think I'm going to have her get in with me and ride around for a while, then maybe go get a soda or something. Then, just go back to my place. (I'm also thinking that I hope the weed isn't any good, that way I'm not totally blowed out haha)
I thought about suggesting something else, but I didn't do anything to change or reschedule our plans.
The girl is super-stylish and keeps herself in shape, like you'd expect of a girl who's an esthetician/beautician. She's tall, slim, attractive, dresses stylishly. Right up my alley, as they say. Soon as she stepped out of her car, I was attracted to her, and I can't say that about too many women anymore.
So, let's see how I can fuck this up. Here's what happened:
She got off work at 8 and we met up halfway and parked her car, and she got in with me. I hadn't smoked weed in a long time, 6 months or more. I wanted to do this, well, because I just wanted to see what would happen. (weird reason, right?)
She gets in with me, and loads a bowl and we smoke it. We're talking about mutual friends that we have, and I'm also asking her about her hair salon that she owns. She's your typical rich-daddy's-girl. He bought her the salon when she finished beauty school (at age 20), and she's had the salon for four years. She starts telling me about the house she just bought. I find it hard to pay attention to what she's saying. She tells me she has an in-ground pool with an enclosed area that has 4 televisions and a bar. This bitch is 24 and has nicer shit than I do haha.
We make a loop through the country roads and as we're getting nearly back to where we started I say we should go have a drink together. She says it sounds like a good idea. I'm thinking, "Ok, well we've only hung out for like 30 minutes, so we should go have a drink or two so I can get some touch going/increase comfort/etcetera".
As we're going inside the bar we decided on, she tells me she doesn't have her ID because she got a speeding ticket last week. We go in, and the lady of course would card us. So, we head back outside and I tease her for being a bad girl and getting a speeding ticket. There's another bar close-by, so tell her we should try that one instead. She says ok.
We head to this other bar, and same thing. Guy cards us, so we have to leave.
When we're outside, we mull our options and I had told her I was recording a tv show while we were out. So I say to her, "Well hey, you seemed interested in that show I was recording. We could just go chill out and watch that, if you want. But, you can only stay for a little while. I'll have to kick you out soon.", and she says "Oh, well I don't want to drive over there just to stay for a little bit". I'm high and not thinking clearly, so I just agree with her and tell her to give me a hug. She smiles and does. We say goodnight and leave.
The whole way home, I'm like "WTF! Why did you decide to smoke weed when you know you're going to be fucked up and not be able to string sentences together!??"
I get home, and she (surprisingly) sends me a text:
Then, the next morning at 7AM she texts me:
So she is definitely still in play at this point. I don't want to drag this out after setting expectations before with my "not looking for anything serious" message when she asked if I was accepting date applications, so at this point I'm just going to try to hit her up soon so we don't end up waiting a week to get together again. Moral of the story for me, though, is that I won't be smoking weed on dates anymore haha.
The next day I had already made plans, so the day after that I messaged her to get together again:
Oh, don't worry... I won't let it get too late
I met her at her shop at around 9:15 instead of meeting up at the bar, because she wanted to smoke before we went for drinks (even though I didn't "partake in the herb" this time).
We went to a bar that was having karaoke and had quite a good time making fun of how much people sucked at singing. There was a drunk guy to my left who kept bumping into me, and she said "you can move down a little", to which I replied "you just want me to sit closer to you" and we both laughed. We started touching each other a lot. Could feel the tension ramping up already, and just knew it'd be "on" later.
Played some darts for about another half hour, and then go outside to have a cigarette. She asks me if I want to have one more drink or if I want to leave. I tell her we should go someplace more quiet. She agrees, and asks me to come to her house.
We go back to her salon, pick up my truck, and then drive to her house. She shows me her house, the pool and the pool-house, etcetera. We go back inside, and I ask to use the restroom. She walks me back to turn the light on for me. I pull her into me and kiss her, she kisses back. We make out in the hallway for a minute, and eventually I stop and go into the bathroom (I think leaving her wanting more
I came back out to the living room and sat next to her on the couch. We start to make out again, and I pick her up and carry her back to her bedroom, eventually throwing her on the bed, but not without running into a wall in the hallway and knocking down a couple pictures first haha.
I get LMR when I go for her pants button. I pull back and chill for a minute, then rinse and repeat.
PS- I've read about the "freeze-out" as a tactic to use against LMR, where you just say "I respect that, it's totally ok" and then turn the lights on and stop paying attention to her (like start playing with your phone or something). Have you guys ever tried this?
Anyway, after about a half hour I finally get my hand in her pants and start fingering her. Eventually I just rip her pants down and take them off of her.
Gets interesting here, as when we begin having actual penetrative sex she's moaning and writhing underneath me in obvious ecstasy, but then keeps saying "No, we can't" and "We have to stop" and other things like that, while pushing my hips away from her with both hands. So, being level headed I stop and she gets all whiny and starts making out with me again and pushing her ass/pussy close to my dick. I take this as a sign that she's decided she wants it, so I get back on top of her and penetrate her again, and she starts doing the same shit- pushing me away with her hands and saying "No, no. We can't do this" and things like that again. I stop a second time, and she starts pouting and acting whiny again and rubbing her body up against me. Eventually, she gets on top of me and starts grinding on me. After a few minutes of this, she's really wet and slides herself onto me and we have sex like that, and then a couple more positions because she says she can't get off when she's on top.
When we were laying there after sex, we were talking and she admits to having severe rape fantasies, which explains quite a bit now: (a) Why she gave me so much LMR, (b) why she kept saying "No" and pushing me away while I was inside her, and (c) why she can't get off when she's on top. I wonder if most guys just keep going, and don't stop. That probably works for her a lot of times, to make good on her fantasy. She gives the guy a bunch of really severe LMR, but eventually submits to him tearing her pants off. Then, while the guy is fucking her she tells him to stop... but I bet a lot of guys just keep going (unlike I did, as I stopped both times). By doing this, she gets what she wants without having to explicitly communicate to the guy that she has rape fantasies, and risk looking weird or crazy or something.
NJ
Her: U look so familiar. U use to live in tville
Me: I did. Been quite a long time ago though.
Her: Were u with _____?
Her: If so..I think I met u few times. Not that it matters. But hi again. .lol
Me: Yeah... _____ is my ex :/ haha
Her: Oh
Her: U been split awhile?
Me: Yeah for a couple yrs or so
Me: Are you friends w her or something? Just wondering why you ask I guess
Her: I am not friends with her. I was just asking. Making conversation
Her: Datin anyone?
Me: Why, would you like an application?
Her: Ooooh we got a comedian!!
Her: Is that how u work?? Haha
Me: Haha I couldn't not say it. But you laughed...
Her: That was a good one! So u takin them or what??
Me: Not looking for anything serious at the moment really... but yes I am taking them lol
Her: Hmm.. well I may to fill one out for fun!!
Me: Ha. Well... why don't you send me your #, and we can possibly schedule an interview?
Her: Lmfao.. XXX-XXXX
Me: Cool. Here's mine XXX-XXXX
Well if it's gonna be that kind of party, I'm gonna stick my dick in the mashed potatoes.
Seriously though, here I think I'm going to continue with the whole date application/interview role-playing thing. This could get fun.
"Would you like a public or private interview?"
"I'm gonna need 3 references"
"What would you anticipate your job duties to be?"
Ha.
But, after thinking about the whole "public or private interview" question a little... I've lost girls before who were sure-fire lays simply because I invited them straight over to my house. It's not so much that they're rejecting what I want (fast sex), they're just rejecting my attempt to be so overt about it more than anything. Remember, it has to "just happen", can't be planned or else she's a slut... Plus, I rather enjoy the thrill of the hunt
Then, she was texting me and started asking me if I smoke weed. I said I do very, very rarely anymore, so I have an extremely low tolerance for it. She suggested that we meet up at 8 and go riding around and smoke. I told her that sounds good, but that I doubt I smoke very much. I'm having her meet me someplace about halfway, and I think I'm going to have her get in with me and ride around for a while, then maybe go get a soda or something. Then, just go back to my place. (I'm also thinking that I hope the weed isn't any good, that way I'm not totally blowed out haha)
I thought about suggesting something else, but I didn't do anything to change or reschedule our plans.
The girl is super-stylish and keeps herself in shape, like you'd expect of a girl who's an esthetician/beautician. She's tall, slim, attractive, dresses stylishly. Right up my alley, as they say. Soon as she stepped out of her car, I was attracted to her, and I can't say that about too many women anymore.
So, let's see how I can fuck this up. Here's what happened:
She got off work at 8 and we met up halfway and parked her car, and she got in with me. I hadn't smoked weed in a long time, 6 months or more. I wanted to do this, well, because I just wanted to see what would happen. (weird reason, right?)
She gets in with me, and loads a bowl and we smoke it. We're talking about mutual friends that we have, and I'm also asking her about her hair salon that she owns. She's your typical rich-daddy's-girl. He bought her the salon when she finished beauty school (at age 20), and she's had the salon for four years. She starts telling me about the house she just bought. I find it hard to pay attention to what she's saying. She tells me she has an in-ground pool with an enclosed area that has 4 televisions and a bar. This bitch is 24 and has nicer shit than I do haha.
We make a loop through the country roads and as we're getting nearly back to where we started I say we should go have a drink together. She says it sounds like a good idea. I'm thinking, "Ok, well we've only hung out for like 30 minutes, so we should go have a drink or two so I can get some touch going/increase comfort/etcetera".
As we're going inside the bar we decided on, she tells me she doesn't have her ID because she got a speeding ticket last week. We go in, and the lady of course would card us. So, we head back outside and I tease her for being a bad girl and getting a speeding ticket. There's another bar close-by, so tell her we should try that one instead. She says ok.
We head to this other bar, and same thing. Guy cards us, so we have to leave.
When we're outside, we mull our options and I had told her I was recording a tv show while we were out. So I say to her, "Well hey, you seemed interested in that show I was recording. We could just go chill out and watch that, if you want. But, you can only stay for a little while. I'll have to kick you out soon.", and she says "Oh, well I don't want to drive over there just to stay for a little bit". I'm high and not thinking clearly, so I just agree with her and tell her to give me a hug. She smiles and does. We say goodnight and leave.
The whole way home, I'm like "WTF! Why did you decide to smoke weed when you know you're going to be fucked up and not be able to string sentences together!??"
I get home, and she (surprisingly) sends me a text:
Her: It was nice meetin u! Sorry I didn't have an ID
Me: It's ok! Haha nice meeting you too
*I'm still thinking this one's FUBAR and so I just responded with as least effort as possible*
Her: Are you going to bed soon?
Me: Nah. I don't usually go to bed until midnight or so.
Her: Ahh, well if I would have known that I would have came with you!
Her: Or you could have came here too
Me: Yeah either woulda worked just fine!
Her:
Her: How's your tv show?
Me: It's good! You're missing out haha
Her: Oh yea haha maybe you're missing out lol jk
Me: Well if we're both missing out, that's not good!
Her: Whatever.. haha. Idk then...
*I'm like hey... what's with the cryptic passive-aggression? I'm not sure whether I should address it directly, or just not respond. I think she said this because she was wanting me to tell her she could still come over, and was frustrated that I didn't. But, I didn't want to take that risk and seem needy or too eager. Eventually, maybe 10 mins later she sends me another text:
Her: Night night stud
*Yeah, so since she sent that I decide to send her a text that will allow her to address her own comment, if she chooses to:
Me: Haha idk either then?
Me: Gnight
Then, the next morning at 7AM she texts me:
Her: Have a wonderful day!!
Two hours later, I respond:
Me: Hey thanks you too
Her: thanks
So she is definitely still in play at this point. I don't want to drag this out after setting expectations before with my "not looking for anything serious" message when she asked if I was accepting date applications, so at this point I'm just going to try to hit her up soon so we don't end up waiting a week to get together again. Moral of the story for me, though, is that I won't be smoking weed on dates anymore haha.
The next day I had already made plans, so the day after that I messaged her to get together again:
Me: Hey! My evening freed up. I'm sure you already have plans, but thought I'd see what's up just in case
Her: I work til about 930... but I'm down to hang
Me: Ok, idk what to suggest that late since you have no ID right now
Her: Let's go for a drink.. I have a separate ID card, I just didn't have it with me the other night.
Her: If it's not too late, we can go hang out at your house after but a drink would be more fun
Me: Haha right on. Sounds good. Let's meet up at ____'s at like ten
Her: Ok
Oh, don't worry... I won't let it get too late
I met her at her shop at around 9:15 instead of meeting up at the bar, because she wanted to smoke before we went for drinks (even though I didn't "partake in the herb" this time).
We went to a bar that was having karaoke and had quite a good time making fun of how much people sucked at singing. There was a drunk guy to my left who kept bumping into me, and she said "you can move down a little", to which I replied "you just want me to sit closer to you" and we both laughed. We started touching each other a lot. Could feel the tension ramping up already, and just knew it'd be "on" later.
Played some darts for about another half hour, and then go outside to have a cigarette. She asks me if I want to have one more drink or if I want to leave. I tell her we should go someplace more quiet. She agrees, and asks me to come to her house.
We go back to her salon, pick up my truck, and then drive to her house. She shows me her house, the pool and the pool-house, etcetera. We go back inside, and I ask to use the restroom. She walks me back to turn the light on for me. I pull her into me and kiss her, she kisses back. We make out in the hallway for a minute, and eventually I stop and go into the bathroom (I think leaving her wanting more
I came back out to the living room and sat next to her on the couch. We start to make out again, and I pick her up and carry her back to her bedroom, eventually throwing her on the bed, but not without running into a wall in the hallway and knocking down a couple pictures first haha.
I get LMR when I go for her pants button. I pull back and chill for a minute, then rinse and repeat.
PS- I've read about the "freeze-out" as a tactic to use against LMR, where you just say "I respect that, it's totally ok" and then turn the lights on and stop paying attention to her (like start playing with your phone or something). Have you guys ever tried this?
Anyway, after about a half hour I finally get my hand in her pants and start fingering her. Eventually I just rip her pants down and take them off of her.
Gets interesting here, as when we begin having actual penetrative sex she's moaning and writhing underneath me in obvious ecstasy, but then keeps saying "No, we can't" and "We have to stop" and other things like that, while pushing my hips away from her with both hands. So, being level headed I stop and she gets all whiny and starts making out with me again and pushing her ass/pussy close to my dick. I take this as a sign that she's decided she wants it, so I get back on top of her and penetrate her again, and she starts doing the same shit- pushing me away with her hands and saying "No, no. We can't do this" and things like that again. I stop a second time, and she starts pouting and acting whiny again and rubbing her body up against me. Eventually, she gets on top of me and starts grinding on me. After a few minutes of this, she's really wet and slides herself onto me and we have sex like that, and then a couple more positions because she says she can't get off when she's on top.
When we were laying there after sex, we were talking and she admits to having severe rape fantasies, which explains quite a bit now: (a) Why she gave me so much LMR, (b) why she kept saying "No" and pushing me away while I was inside her, and (c) why she can't get off when she's on top. I wonder if most guys just keep going, and don't stop. That probably works for her a lot of times, to make good on her fantasy. She gives the guy a bunch of really severe LMR, but eventually submits to him tearing her pants off. Then, while the guy is fucking her she tells him to stop... but I bet a lot of guys just keep going (unlike I did, as I stopped both times). By doing this, she gets what she wants without having to explicitly communicate to the guy that she has rape fantasies, and risk looking weird or crazy or something.
NJ
