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This is literally what my back looks like right now, after last night... I have no idea why I seem to attract girls that just love to dig their nails into my back.
An equal equivalent to me would be to inject methamphetamine into a cat, throwing the cat into a bucket of cold water, and then throwing that cat onto a humans back and seeing the torrential damage that takes place.
Haha I love the game. My favorite quote from Ricardus is "Game is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're going to get"
.If you want to skip straight to the LR go down to the section heading "Hate at First Site"
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Brief Summary to Get You Up to Date
I just moved from my small ass Florida hometown to Orlando, FL where the population is almost triple of my last city (250,000 give or take compared to 50,000 give or take).
I'm going to college here at UCF which is the 2nd biggest college in the US but their literally only 2 bars here in the whole college town, they're packed out, and they have the same social circles frequent every time so I'm not trying to get the PUA reputation my first week at school here by going around cold approaching every girl.
Last night I went downtown dressed in a snug white V neck, a burgundy blazer outlined with leather pinstripe, skinny faded blue jeans, Chelsea boots, and a grey scarf to complete the outfit.
As a side note I got a lot of attention with the outfit. Most of it was good "OMG I love your scarf!" but I also got tooled like 3 times last night as well "nice scarf bro, your grandma get you that thing!".
One time in particular I was chatting up a latin girl at the club and these 3 dudes come up and one of them literally starts tugging on my scarf while I'm in set with this girl (which to be honest is sort of funny). This chodes literally asking "where did you get the wicked cool scarf from bro?".
I pull my scarf back and don't acknowledge him. He then proceeds to pick it up and start tugging it again. I tell him I took the scarf from his mom's house after I banged her. He gets butt hurt and tells me that if I say anything smart like that again there's going to be some sort of consequence yaddy yaddy ya. The girl doesn't even register the fact I'm getting tooled in front of her face
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Warm Up Tease
Went to a club with 3 other dudes I met earlier and we were choppin it up in the club and having fun clowning around. I go approach a decently cute girl with a fat friend who's birthday it is.
She's all over me on the dance floor. We talk about bullshit here and there and she's pretty much glued to me. One of the guys I came with (who's an attractive dude) starts dancing with the fattie and starts getting crunk with her (I guess he's into BBW's).
We both start working interrelatedly to team up to try and take these girls home as a team. We move them to a darker more secluded area/hallway. He starts making out with the fatty hardcore... I watch in amazement.
I push/pull my girl pretty hard but she like it and comes back. She starts qualifying herself HARD as this sexually open and adventurous girl and will not let go of me for her life.
I'm thinking "alright this girls down to hit bangtown USA let's get the BBW on the same plan and bounce this place".
So I try and seed an afterparty (won't go that far 30min.), go to her place (too many roommates), leave and go to my car (she can't leave the club because she's responsible for all her stupid friends... that are all grown ups capable of making their own decisions and don't need a babysitter).
She's really worried about her fat friend (who I highly doubt anyone would be hugely devasted if my newfound acquaintance did kidnap or some other highly unlikely scenario) going home with my new friend I made. The fat girl came up and was like "I want to go home with this guy" and my girl was like "NOOOOO!!!! that's baddd we have work tomorrow morning".
I inquire on how long they plan to stay at the club... "until it closes!" which gives them 3 hours of sleep either way WTF loosen up, get fucked, and enjoy yourself woman!
Anyway I continue to try and get things headed in the right direction but my girl won't budge a damn inch away from her fat friend and she won't let her fat friend leave so we bid them both farewell.
This sort of ruined my state momentarily but nothing getting up on the highest bench seat around and dancing solo to Eurythmics "Sweet Dreams" whilst yelling and pointing at the people below me can't solve.
Floated around and opened a few more girls at this club before heading out for some night street game.
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Hate at First Site
Basically I went and opened a couple of girls on the street. Got a phone number for a girl I wasn't terribly interested in but was into me (she like an artsy tattoo girl that wasn't exceptional in the look department).
By the way it's about 2 in the morning and bars are shutting down shop so everyone is congregating in the street. Onward!
Then I see a possible couple standing with a lone girl with a leather jacket on smoking a cigarette. She's cute, has a decent pair of tits, and cute butt. I almost pass her up and don't approach because she's with a couple and I make up some bullshit excuse.
Yeah what wheelchair handstand man said son!
So for the opener and conversation in general I really don't do anything flashy or spectacular at all.
When I first read girlschase I was under the impression that you MUST go direct every time to get the best attraction possible, which when you're new is probably the best option since your sexual vibe isn't up to par yet.
But when you get a little bit better at conveying a sexual undertone through your fundamentals you can have a direct opener but the words are actually indirect/situational, but the girl knows exactly what's up.
Here is the conversation thread. Not exact but close to what was exchanged.
I just spout the first thing that comes to my mind and stay clear of any boring small talk by giving a little spike to the interaction to break her out of autopilot.
Testy girl so far huh? It stays like this for the course of our entire 10 hour relationship lol
Here I simply said the next thing on my mind, being that she looked like a rebel, so I sort of cold read her and she doesn't approve of my cold read. This is fine, and actually good that she had an adverse reaction to it because I provoked an emotional response out of her, thus causing her to invest emotionally further into the interaction.
Her shtick was to say the opposite of everything I say. Every comment I made she would disagree with purposely and then say the opposite.
Me: You're very social and outgoing--------> Her: No I'm not I'm aloof
Me: You're very aloof------------> Her: No I'm not I'm very social and outgoing
Get the picture? Thus our love/hate relationship sprouted and I continued to fertilize it
So we keep up this banter for a minute and the out of nowhere this short, stocky, shwasted, brute of an Irish bodybuilder stumbles over and opens us.
I made somewhat of a mistake here by letting this guy break our circle, but he was soo amusing I kind of just wanted to see what would happen next.
This was a mistake, despite the comic amusement this guy brought, it really threw things sideways into this limbo for a minute. Basically this guy was controlling the frame of the conversation by saying random drunk slurs and then talking about Ireland.
I remained cool and collected throughout but I think it would've been better to have moved her as if we were together and get away from the distraction.
Nonetheless this guy is quite aggressive and I ask him questions out of my own personal amusement.
It gets to a point though where this guy isn't hardly going away and sort of stripped the girl from me momentarily (mostly by brute drunk force, in which I was going to sit back and watch him blow himself out as I didn't see him as much of a threat of stealing this girl from me).
This drunk Irish guy keeps stumbling around the general area talking to people around us and we're still in limbo.
Soon the couple she was with comes up and inquires on what the game plan is. The guy says to the girl to pick one of us to go home with and go from there (being me, the shwasted drunk irish guy, and his irish friend). I don't let her decide and take her by the arm as the guy gives me the nod (Cool mother fucker right chea).
We walk back to our cars.
So now we're in this weird phase where it's presumed that we're going home together but I know there is no way in hell she's going to make it this easy or put up no resistance.... just a matter of WHEN it's going to come.
We walk to my car get in and I just head straight to the interstate to go home on, and my house is 30 minutes away which is quite a drive for taking a girl home from meeting her 15 minutes ago.
She's inquiring to where I'm taking her (she originally "said" to take her to her car which is bullshit and her excuse to not be a slut), I tell her were going to an after party. She doesn't believe me and still doesn't realize we're going to drive a while.
I keep giving her vague answers which I think I should've just been straight up with her and told her "we're going to a nightcap at my house", yet that would've been still hard to give plausible deniability for.
So I get on the interstate and she starts freaking out "you're kidnapping me! WTF!!" and calls her friend and starts yelling at her friend on the phone that I'm kidnapping her.
The way I handled this was pretty baller.
Turns out I was going the wrong way on the interstate and had to get off so I use this as an opportunity.
She's inquires to why I'm getting off the interstate and I just tell her she's being annoying with all the "kidnapping" BS and that she's killing the vibe and I'm dropping her back off at her car because of it.
She then admits she was just putting on a show and was just kidding (shit test).
She still doesn't know for sure where we're going. I'm desperately trying to find plausible deniability and then out of a stroke of genius/luck two topics come together that I can use to get her back to my place.
1. Once back on the interstate going the right way I get to my junction exit that connects two interstates and the sign says "UCF This Way --->". We happen to be talking about her getting back into school and I say "Ooop no sooner time to start then now! Off to school we go" and take the exit.
2. Immediately after this I get on the subject of what I wanted to be when I was a little kid (a Blue Angel Pilot... if you don't know what the Blue Angels are look that shit up and go to a show! It's such a sick job). I tell her about the Blue Angeles and she informs me she's never heard of them. So I tell her "OMG you have to see the Blue Angels I'm showing you right now!"
So with my two feeble pieces of plausible deniability we fully embark on our 30 minute ride back home.
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Bangtown USA
Who I model my game after in case you were wondering ^^
Anyway, we arrive home and I figure there going to be a bit more bullshit to go through before taking this girl to bed.
In the car I was talking about 50 Shades of Grey with her in which she thinks is really creepy that I read.
I show her the book in my book case and it creeps her out even more.
I pour us drinks (cause that's what you do for a nightcap right?) and we sit on the couch because she's not comfortable enough.
I go to the bathroom, come back, and make a sarcastic joke comment that she's about to stick a knife in me... bad move as this creeps her out even more.
At this point she thinks it's creepy that I
-went downtown by myself
-don't drink while partying
-read 50 Shades of Grey
-have an off the wall dark sense of humor
-I met my roommate off Craigslist, which is the house we're at
-lied about my age
and she's legitimately creeped out a bit so I tone things out, stay non plussed, and back track a couple steps. She's on her phone saying she's going to call a taxi and doesn't know what she was thinking coming home with me.
I tell her to flesh out why she thinks it's so weird, so I put my normal hat on and frame things as being normal.
She calms a bit. I tell her to come and listen to music. I get up and walk to my room. She follows reluctantly.
I put some songs on to her liking (get her comfortable). I light some candles in which she gives me massive shit for (candles are for girls... I tell her that it gets me in touch with my feminine side).
I can tell she's still on edge so I deep dive her to build more of a connection and show her I'm a real person and not some offbeat cartoon character that fell out of the TV screen and is now terrorizing the world.
She goes and sits in my computer chair when I sit on the couch. I tell her we need to take our shoes off. She complies... reluctantly.
I talk about some philosophical stuff and show her I have interesting things going on, and get her to lower her guards a bit.
She continues to shit test me.
I tell her to come over and sit on the bed because it's comfy.
Country music is on, and it's her favorite... I mock and diss country music relentlessly making up my own lyrics to the songs talking about getting dumped by your sweetheart, drinking excessively, and driving tractors.
Then a good country song comes on I actually like and I become inspired to kiss this girl, as she seems much more comfortable now, and trusting of me.
I do a halfway man handle kiss, as the full deal isn't necessary.
We stop making out and chill for a bit and talk. She drinks her drink and then I give her mine (more "it just happened" factor).
We start making out again and feeling each other up, she takes her clothes off, and boom!
Bangtown USA baby. No LMR. Life's good B)
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Aftermath
In bed this girl really isn't that freaky but she has this huge desire to dig her nails as deep as possible into my back. My biggest pet peeve in the bedroom is nail scratching. It's brutally painful when it's being done to you. HATE that shit!
So I'm going ballsdeep in this ho and she can't fucking contain her ass and starts digging her nails into me HARD! I stop fucking her and tell her to cut that shit out.
I begin fucking again, and again she starts digging her nails into my back. I stop fucking her and I tell her very dominantly to stop digging her nails into my back or I WILL STOP fucking her and cut off her pleasure.
This does the trick and she quickly remembers from then on out.
However it's too late and my back is already fucked at this point 5 minutes into fucking.
She's not a very freaky girl and has the stamina in bed of a wounded bleeding Antelope trying to escape from a Lion.
We fuck for maybe 10 minutes and I blow my load (actually a record time for my 1st round! lol).
She's exhausted and complainging about how her vagina hurts... I don't take it at face value and shrug it off.
30 minutes later I'm horny again and get her aroused and we start fucking again.
I last long as fuck this round and after about 12-15 minutes she's literally ready to stop and won't let me fuck any more... she tells me I'm lasting too long
WTF? Every girl I've fucked in my whole life would kill to have me last 20 minutes ++. Whatever I'm appalled and she won't suck my dick!
So I get a bit pissed and tell her to leave my room and go sleep on the couch (I was semi joking), she refuses and tells me to go sleep on the couch. I'm about to whip her little ass.
When we woke in the morning I was horny as fuck and persisted for a good hour and a half to have sex with her again but she wouldn't give at all. She finally got up and put he clothes on.
She wanted me to take her to her car. The conditions were that she had to give me a back massage and cook me breakfast... or implied to get my nut off!
We spent about an hour or so in limbo here her wanting to go home but unwilling to give into my conditions.
I finally took my time to make my own breakfast and took her home.
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I didn't get her number which I feel bad about. Idk why I didn't but in the car I didn't want to ask for it and have her reject me, which is stupid as shit because she might have wanted me to have my number...
Despite her horrible stamina in bed she had a pretty rocking body that I wouldn't mind having around every now and then to have sex with.
Next time if that happens I'll just hand her my phone and tell her to put my number in. Will also prevent against sex regret and whatnot.
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Hope you guys enjoyed!
Keep it pimpin
-Rob
