As I’m leaving work I call her. She picks up the phone. She speaks like a child. I ask her how her day was. She says okay. We chat a bit, I tell her we should meet up. She agrees. I get to town in 30 minutes. I call her again, we meet outside Hilton. She looks good, I study her face, she seems compliant. She asks where we are going, I tell her to grab something to eat. She agrees. Then she says she has to get home early coz of her mom. Shit. I tell her then we should go eat at my place coz of traffic. We get into those Loud Kasarani matatus that blare music annoyingly. She likes it. Particularly the dance songs. She mentions something about having a talent for singing. And dancing. I was waiting for her to say modeling next. Chics like this always have their head in their clouds, not really rooted in reality. I’m very judgy by the way. But in a quiet kind of way. I listen some more, she tells me excitedly about how she knows how to dance and sing. She then says she cant really sing today or even scream because of the weekend, apparently she had a time of her life. I ask her If she was sure she couldn’t scream. I give her a suggestive look. She knows exactly what I’m asking. She says she isn’t sure. We laugh. I leave her alone merely chiming in to speak ocassionally. She says she likes that I approached her. That I persisted even after she increased her pace to run away from me. I feel like a fool when she talks about me matching her pace just to speak to her. Makes me look like Im trying too hard. Whatever, she can talk smack but she’s here with me going home. It don’t matter.
We get there. Something that needs mentioning before I go on. While we moved from one place to the other, I gently guided her ,with the palm of my hand on the small of her back. Whether, it was crossing the road or guiding her down a path. At one point she even held my hand while we crossed the road. I simply offered it then she took it. The reason why this is so important is because earlier I had read a book on escalation through touch only. I think it was by Vin Di Carlo, where you don’t really game a girl with your words or anything alse but simply by guiding her through touch. Slowly till defenses fall away unconsciously.
So, we get there. I get her food at a fastfood and then head home. We relax on the couch. Small talk. We get the food. We talk a little then I make a move. She kisses me back but says she’s hungry, she needs to eat first. I let her. We talk some more. Then I make a move again. This time she tries that shit about being hungry again. I just laugh and bring her on top while we make out. She tries to get her food. Now she’s just being silly. I carry her to the bedroom and we undress. She has large breasts, its amazing what these clothes hide. I had no idea. We do our thing. I won’t bore you with the details. But she was happy. We were both happy.
We left then went downstairs. I grabbed some cigarettes from the shop. Something for anyone who smokes. First, a lot of chics smoke nowadays, esp when drunk. If you have a packet of dunhill or you connect on how the the both of you like smoking dunhill, the connection is usually strong. Happened to me thrice now. To be honest, dunhill is really good, most chics who smoke cigarettes smoke dunhill, I think its coz of the mint. But you should seem passionate about it. That way she’ll feel more of a connection.
She talked about coming over for the weekend. We smoke. She asks If I like my girlfriend doing what I do. I smile. Nothing from me. I’m not encouraging where those thoughts are coming from. I take her to the stage. Some older guy comes and starts being rude bt in a nice way. I don’t really know how to explain that with more description. He looked abit of trouble. I make it clear to him we didn’t want him interrupting our conversation. He seizes me up then leaves. I turn to see her looking up to me smiling. She is proud. These chics still want a man. Im sure that earned me major points. Some PSV comes along with Nicki Minaj painted all over. She says she likes Nicki. Pretty reasonable.
I ask why? She says its coz she has a nice body, specifically her ass and her boobs. This must be one of the most shallow people I ever met. She tells me knows a famous gospel musician through a friend of hers and he was always calling her telling her to go to his place. She says she finds him unattractive, something about his nose. She’d rather stay at home and sleep. Girls still shock me, they’d sleep with someone they’ve cumulatively known for max 3 hours, yet won’t put out to someone who’s nice to them constantly but wont lead the interaction to getting intimate. Its unfair but at least now Im getting to get a grasp on how this whole thing
Anyway, yesterday I got home at around 8.00. As I walk I see a very attractive woman standing just outside an apartment talking to a guy I later came to know was the caretaker. She seemed at ease in that environment. She must live there. And She is fine. In a way that says she isn’t easy. Prim and proper. I hesitate. This one looks out of my league. I walk on. Then I go to a barbershop right down the road. I’m still thinking about her and how I still fear women whom I feel are out of my league. Then my mind drifts elsewhere. Then I see her down the road walking with another girl. I follow. I know where she lives so she must be seeing off the friend. They look at some clothes at some shop. I follow. I walk down the street. I go to get some cigarettes. They disappear. Then they reappear. I follow. They stand to buy some groceries. I stand nearby. I’m literally stalking this chic but im waiting. I want to open her alone. It’s a risk. But whatever. They hug. She walks back to her apartment. I follow her and open. She laughs. I tell her the whole story of me stalking her. She laughs. She says that was interesting. She keeps saying the word interesting and keeps on laughing. Good English helps with this kind. She aks where I live. I tell her. We chitchat. I I get her number. I tell her a story about the time Beckham met Posh, he wrote her number on five different pieces of papers and put them in different places in the house just in case he lost one. She thinks that sweet. She seems cool with everything. We part ways. I get home and call her. She says shes already in bed and shes super tired. I let her go. We promise to talk tomorrow. Which is today. Not really sure how im going to play this one out. All I know is Ill try and get what I want.
Peace out. And I called another chic from the Saturday I went out in slippers. She says she’ll come over for the weekend but I have a feeling I might not follow through on it. Not feeling the urge to conquer that one. Bt ill see. I’m out.
We get there. Something that needs mentioning before I go on. While we moved from one place to the other, I gently guided her ,with the palm of my hand on the small of her back. Whether, it was crossing the road or guiding her down a path. At one point she even held my hand while we crossed the road. I simply offered it then she took it. The reason why this is so important is because earlier I had read a book on escalation through touch only. I think it was by Vin Di Carlo, where you don’t really game a girl with your words or anything alse but simply by guiding her through touch. Slowly till defenses fall away unconsciously.
So, we get there. I get her food at a fastfood and then head home. We relax on the couch. Small talk. We get the food. We talk a little then I make a move. She kisses me back but says she’s hungry, she needs to eat first. I let her. We talk some more. Then I make a move again. This time she tries that shit about being hungry again. I just laugh and bring her on top while we make out. She tries to get her food. Now she’s just being silly. I carry her to the bedroom and we undress. She has large breasts, its amazing what these clothes hide. I had no idea. We do our thing. I won’t bore you with the details. But she was happy. We were both happy.
We left then went downstairs. I grabbed some cigarettes from the shop. Something for anyone who smokes. First, a lot of chics smoke nowadays, esp when drunk. If you have a packet of dunhill or you connect on how the the both of you like smoking dunhill, the connection is usually strong. Happened to me thrice now. To be honest, dunhill is really good, most chics who smoke cigarettes smoke dunhill, I think its coz of the mint. But you should seem passionate about it. That way she’ll feel more of a connection.
She talked about coming over for the weekend. We smoke. She asks If I like my girlfriend doing what I do. I smile. Nothing from me. I’m not encouraging where those thoughts are coming from. I take her to the stage. Some older guy comes and starts being rude bt in a nice way. I don’t really know how to explain that with more description. He looked abit of trouble. I make it clear to him we didn’t want him interrupting our conversation. He seizes me up then leaves. I turn to see her looking up to me smiling. She is proud. These chics still want a man. Im sure that earned me major points. Some PSV comes along with Nicki Minaj painted all over. She says she likes Nicki. Pretty reasonable.
I ask why? She says its coz she has a nice body, specifically her ass and her boobs. This must be one of the most shallow people I ever met. She tells me knows a famous gospel musician through a friend of hers and he was always calling her telling her to go to his place. She says she finds him unattractive, something about his nose. She’d rather stay at home and sleep. Girls still shock me, they’d sleep with someone they’ve cumulatively known for max 3 hours, yet won’t put out to someone who’s nice to them constantly but wont lead the interaction to getting intimate. Its unfair but at least now Im getting to get a grasp on how this whole thing
Anyway, yesterday I got home at around 8.00. As I walk I see a very attractive woman standing just outside an apartment talking to a guy I later came to know was the caretaker. She seemed at ease in that environment. She must live there. And She is fine. In a way that says she isn’t easy. Prim and proper. I hesitate. This one looks out of my league. I walk on. Then I go to a barbershop right down the road. I’m still thinking about her and how I still fear women whom I feel are out of my league. Then my mind drifts elsewhere. Then I see her down the road walking with another girl. I follow. I know where she lives so she must be seeing off the friend. They look at some clothes at some shop. I follow. I walk down the street. I go to get some cigarettes. They disappear. Then they reappear. I follow. They stand to buy some groceries. I stand nearby. I’m literally stalking this chic but im waiting. I want to open her alone. It’s a risk. But whatever. They hug. She walks back to her apartment. I follow her and open. She laughs. I tell her the whole story of me stalking her. She laughs. She says that was interesting. She keeps saying the word interesting and keeps on laughing. Good English helps with this kind. She aks where I live. I tell her. We chitchat. I I get her number. I tell her a story about the time Beckham met Posh, he wrote her number on five different pieces of papers and put them in different places in the house just in case he lost one. She thinks that sweet. She seems cool with everything. We part ways. I get home and call her. She says shes already in bed and shes super tired. I let her go. We promise to talk tomorrow. Which is today. Not really sure how im going to play this one out. All I know is Ill try and get what I want.
Peace out. And I called another chic from the Saturday I went out in slippers. She says she’ll come over for the weekend but I have a feeling I might not follow through on it. Not feeling the urge to conquer that one. Bt ill see. I’m out.
