Ok guys here is a day game LR, my first cold day game pickup in awhile. But after this experience I would strongly recommend giving the daylight a shot. Last Wednesday (2/27) I went to Panera Bread in Fairfax to meet a friend of mine that I have been coaching for a couple months now.
I walked in looking for the guy I was going to meet with my laptop and a pile of books in my hands. I caught eye contact with a cute girl, on the way into the venue, and after a quick lap around the place I caught and held eye contact again. She is 5’6, 36D, curly blonde hair, blue eyes framing a baby face. I took a table near the fireplace maybe 10 feet from her and setup to get some work done before my deadline. Some old ladies started asking me about my laptop and told me about how they hadn’t even taken their computer out of the box. I briefly and politely talked to them, and then did the cool bubble visualization a kinder gentler version of "smurfing" to subtly cut off rapport without being outwardly rude and the conversation died. Finally I could get some work done, but the blonde was checking me out again, this could be good.
I started to think of a low-key opener and after she took a short phone call I opened using that as soon as she hung up. “I like the phone, its really cute” Thank you. “Its kind of like that phone on that commercial, the one where this guy’s teenage daughter gives him a pink phone with rhinestones on it and the waitress at the diner calls him princess.” She laughed, yeah it’s the cover for my iphone, I tend to drop my phone and this thing has protected it very nicely.
From there we banter back and forth, she plays with her hair a little and maintains really strong eye contact, she has a warm smile. We get into some small talk, she is 25 and went back to finish her degree after being a bartender for several years, although she looks more like she is 21 or 22. I cold read her a little, you’re a very strong person aren’t you, you normally get your way but you respect and appreciate men who stand up for themselves. She responded, yeah, there is nothing more unattractive than a guy who can’t standup for himself.
What do you do, you have books on Media Publicity, sales letters and direct marketing, are you a business major? I said no, just a businessman. I was going to meet one of my mentors here, a semi-retired M & A lawyer who’s now too cool to have a cell phone. I explained my business to her and this generated some curiosity and intrigue and a whole thread that I could embed some patterns in. Then she said, are you like Tucker Max, oh can you believe that story about Tucker Max and (lowers her voice) butt sex?! I then move over to her table so we can talk a little quieter. I said actually its funny you should mention it because I am going down to North Carolina on Monday to see him speak and meet him.
But I’m not really like him, well maybe a kinder gentler version that hasn’t published his stories, yet. What I want to do … Then I talked about men and women and relationships, I said its about becoming the kind of guy that you can really connect with, you know, like have you ever just felt an instantaneous connection with a guy, you know that little click … and then its like as you are there, talking to him, looking into his eyes, it seems like you have known him for as long as you can remember almost like you were meant to know him, and maybe you can even imagine what it would be like some time in the future, still looking back on today as having been the start of it. She is holding eye contact, kind of nodding along and then she starts talking, oh yeah, its really great when that happens …
She said, so do you have a girlfriend? I said girlfriend, girls are like that Lays potato chip slogan … You can’t eat just one. She bursts out laughing. No seriously, I love women but I don’t know if I’m at the stage in life right now where I’m ready to commit to just one woman.
She asked for one of my stories and so I told her one of my erotic stories which has several embedded commands in it and sexual accelerants in it. I followed that with “I think most men don’t understand that many women can be with a guy, even if she is not in an exclusive relationship with him. The key is to have the right expectations for the interaction and for a woman to know that she is doing what she wants to do for her own reasons, because that is what she wants to do.” She said, “it sounds like you think everything out almost like you have a plan and I said well of course, it just makes logical sense to know what you want and go for it powerfully and without apology.”
I said I think relationships can be just like shopping for an iphone. For example when you bought that iphone, how did you go about it? She said, I decided I wanted it so I went out and got it, I don’t like salespeople. I said you strike me as the kind of person who knows what she wants (self-point) and then decides to get it. Me … on the other hand, I worked in sales for a few years, and I find that sometimes I like to work with a knowledgeable salesperson to help find the best product I am looking for. I see them as a guide to help me identify which product has the features I am looking for and then when I get the right product at the right price I just go for it. So I said if you got the right product with all of the features that you were looking for at a price that you found acceptable would you buy it? She said well, but what if I could get it somewhere else at a lower price and I miss out on that. I said what if they would match the price and then give you a portion of the difference? She said, ok sold!
We talked a little longer and then I went after some of her body sensations. I was reading this article awhile back in … I think it was Psychology Today and they were saying that most human experiences happen with a distinct process and that by understanding the process you could gain some measure of control over it, say the process of feeling attracted to someone. So, when you first know that you are attracted to a guy, what is the first feeling that you get that lets you know you’re attracted to this guy?
She blurted out, butterflies, up here, behind the sternum. Interesting. They were also saying that sometimes it has a color, what color would you give that attraction? And what shape would you give it? (symbol fractionation and synesthesia) Notice that as that shape gets larger and the color gets more brilliant, those feelings can also get mmm (auditory anchor)… so much better. Her face had turned pink and a secondary area of reddish pink had developed on her neck (I love pale skin!) I gestured back toward myself, wouldn’t that be a great way to see the world.
Then we talked about something else and then her brother called. Excuse me just a moment I need to take this. She cut it short, some sort of errand to pick up pet food. She also told the other person, I’m kind of busy I met someone, I’m so glad I came out today remember how I said I had a feeling I was going to meet someone…
She hangs up and then we someone end up on the relationships topic again. She asked if I had ever been in a “serious” relationship and if I ever wanted to get married someday since I seemed like such a playboy. I told her about how I was like “Good Luck Chuck” and went into my good luck chuck pattern. She asked about what I looked for in a woman, and I told her about how looks weren’t enough, “past a certain point, I look for how much fun I am going to have with a woman, is she highly intelligent, very sexual, does she have integrity and do what she says she is going to do, because I don’t have the time or inclination to deal with any bull shit. I want women who are confident enough to trust their own feelings and go for it, and who don’t have any hang-ups when it comes to sex.
I said relationships aren’t too bad as long as I can find someone to meet me at my level and that doesn’t take away more energy than I give out, its kind of like with beer, relationship light! She smiled, me too. She had to go to class at George Mason. Ok, I have to run for class but I would love to meet up again sometime soon. I agreed, we exchanged phone numbers and agreed to meetup on Friday. I like setting dates on the spot if at all possible.
It turns out Friday wasn’t going to work out for me, so I called on Thursday night and left a message cancelling but offered Tuesday. She called back while I was out on a day 2 with the girl whose number I got while she was out with her fiancée standing next to her (thanks to Ignite! for the assist in disarming and distracting the fiancée, who was just 5 feet away while I got her number).
Tuesday rolls around and I’m coming back from meeting Tucker Max at Duke. I send her a message, Falls Church Panera Bread at 3:00. I was running a little late and at 3:02 she called me to let me know she was there (someone is definitely very interested). I told her coffee was on me since I was the one running late.
She asked about Tucker Max and his crazy stories and my speeding ticket on the way down to Durham (84 in a 65, but the guy knocked it down to 80). We talked about driving and I shared with her my strategies for avoiding getting caught or bargaining the speed down.
We talked about family and friends and life in general. I told her about how I considered myself to be a hybrid of my both my mother and father and how they had influenced my personality and my beliefs about gender roles and the role of parents etc. She shared some similar things.
Then to lighten it up I transitioned and wanted to go back and loop through the signal recognition pattern work that I had touched upon before. She remembered, “you were just talking about this the other day and I thought about it later and actually the color would be pink and not red. Red represents deep strong passion, but at first its pink, the start of the feeling is there but it is not fully developed.”
I looped it back to her: “Ah, that makes sense, I think its interesting how this happens because I once asked this to a girl I was seeing about 3 years ago and she said that for her there were two distinct kinds of attraction. She said there was lust attraction and love attraction. She said love was up here (point to solar plexis) but lust came from a much different place.”
Her: She smiled, hmm I wonder where?
Me: Well this was IM and she was at work and I was at work so we had to be a little discrete. Then I ran through the symbol fractionation a second time for the sexual feelings separate from the love feelings.
She said she couldn’t believe it but last time she felt very excited and energized after she had met me and that it was like I was the male-equivalent of her. I saw this as confirmation that I had effectively developed deep rapport and gotten her to ratify it. Of course I also felt that level of connection too, once in rapport I deepened my own state so that my language would congruently guide her feelings.
Then I said there was this video I could show her about some weird NLP stuff. She tried to get it on her iphone, but the wifi connection was too slow at Panera so I said come to my house our wifi is super fast. So we got up and she followed me back to my house about 4:30.
I showed her the video and then started rubbing her shoulders. She asked if that's what I did with all of the women I take back to my bedroom, I said well it depends on the mood that I'm in. I hadn’t really expected any last minute resistance, but I think she wanted to make herself seem to be at least a little bit of a challenge just so she didn’t look too easy. So there was a little playful resistance, but it was kind of funny, like the safety pin used to hold together her jeans because of a tear in the crotch. I said well it would provide easier access, that brought a playful slap from me. With token LMR, some physical resistance but no verbal resistance, just being persistent and plowing ahead while escalating the sexual tension will usually work just fine. At one point I asked her what was up, you know you want to and she said she was thinking if she wanted to do things this way again. I told her to stop thinking and just enjoy the experience. It turns out she was a squirter, that was pretty cool.
A little later in the evening we took a break to go out for martinis and sushi (you gotta love a girl that is into hard liquor without any of that fruity crap). I asked her when the first time was when she knew she was interested in me. She told me that she noticed me as soon as I walked into the Panera in Fairfax, she said she was drawn to how I would made and held a high amount of eye contact without backing down. She was also impressed by how I was kind and polite to the old ladies who started talking to me about my computer. Even though you come across as so cocky bordering on arrogant, I knew you had another side to you, its like you’re a player, but you can also be kind and sincere too.
Total time: 1st meeting, 2 hours, 2nd meeting 1.5 hours until bedroom. She’s a cool chick and she’s coming over later tonight after class to visit. I better put on the rubber mattress pad!
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008
FR 02-26-2008: Dude Where’s my Hat!
5 total phone numbers, 1 kiss close, 0 parking tickets, - 1 pimp hat :(
I went out to a friend of mine's 30th birthday party at Science Club, pink and black stripped pimp hat on, however the birthday girl ended up getting there almost 2 hours late. I was going to meet up with some of the other guys down on the Adams Morgan strip but things started to really pickup at Science Club so I ended up staying around there.
In the mean time it turns out there were 3 other 30th birthday parties there, one of which had the entire upstairs room. When I walked in I caught a cluster of IOIs from one member of a threeset I directly opened my target asking her about the 30th birthday party.
I built some rapport, lead her through some basic attraction and comfort level game and a pattern or two and then bailed to go look for others that were supposed to be part of my party. Then I went upstairs crashed the private party, opened a few other sets and then reopened the first woman I had met and got a number since logistics were going to get in the way of a first night close. She ended up texting me a few hours later while I was in set with another girl.
As the crowd built up and my friend of mine arrived I just bounced around the room and rolled from one set to another. Most of the time women would open me with the hat, or I would just go with a high- energy or situational opener and they would ask about the hat and I just rolled from there.
I had a three set where one of the women had done a report on Mystery and thought she knew all about the pickup artist scene. I blew them out to talk to a big titted brunette who is turns out is a promoter for some local clubs and was around when Mystery went to Tattoo last weekend. She said she had some PR contacts and we exchanged contact info.
Then a relatively petite woman opened me and immediately started gaming me, touching my arms and my chest and getting very close to me to speak. Every time I said something she liked she gave me a little peck on the lips. Then she started complimenting me on my body and how cute I was and then insisted that I must be gay. I finally got her off that topic, shut, just shut up and then putting her hand on my dick and firmly pulling her against me. Then she asked how old I was and said I must be lying, until I showed her my ID. Then she started trying to impress me by talking about she got her MBA from INSEAD and that her father is a billionaire but she apparently she's got some sort of job interview and openly tells that to guys she just met, hmmm. At one point I backed up toward the bar and pulled her with me so I was locked in, right in front of another group of women that had some attitude from earlier. It was funny to see them keep looking over, flashing IOIs that I just ignored.
Then one of the other set came over and wanted to borrow the pimp hatfor a moment. This set off some sort of an argument, as the woman who was gaming me did not want some upstart chick to move in on her turf. Then my friend the birthday girl, a long-time friend with benefits/ wingwoman, decided to help me out by adding some more jealousy to the mix by asking if I could take her home later. She’s a tall redhead with enormous breasts and a very sharp calculating mind who likes to play around. The other two kept arguing as my now 30 year old wing girl flashed me a quick smug grin and went back to mingling. She seemed pretty confident I would end up as another one of her birthday presents.
I gave my hat to the interrupting chick and the other girl goes right back to where she left off basically pressing me into the bar. While I was being gamed the other chicks ran off and stole my hat as I discovered a few minutes later. The bouncer told me they were actually running down the street. That kind of pissed me off for a little bit, that hat got me laid several times in our brief relationship but never fear, I've already ordered Pimp hat number 2. As a consolation, the other girl asked me out to lunch on Tuesday, she even used a false time constraint, "I'm busy with blah-blah business negotiation on Monday but how about Tuesday lunch. Let me get your phone number." Then 10 minutes later she asked me to call her phone so she could find it in her purse. I am amazed at how much of an effective challenge you can present simply by being laid-back with good posture and be non-effected and by reversing the frame, i.e. you're hitting on me, thanks for protecting me from those women over there, etc.
Fun stuff and of course the birthday girl ended up getting her present too.
I went out to a friend of mine's 30th birthday party at Science Club, pink and black stripped pimp hat on, however the birthday girl ended up getting there almost 2 hours late. I was going to meet up with some of the other guys down on the Adams Morgan strip but things started to really pickup at Science Club so I ended up staying around there.
In the mean time it turns out there were 3 other 30th birthday parties there, one of which had the entire upstairs room. When I walked in I caught a cluster of IOIs from one member of a threeset I directly opened my target asking her about the 30th birthday party.
I built some rapport, lead her through some basic attraction and comfort level game and a pattern or two and then bailed to go look for others that were supposed to be part of my party. Then I went upstairs crashed the private party, opened a few other sets and then reopened the first woman I had met and got a number since logistics were going to get in the way of a first night close. She ended up texting me a few hours later while I was in set with another girl.
As the crowd built up and my friend of mine arrived I just bounced around the room and rolled from one set to another. Most of the time women would open me with the hat, or I would just go with a high- energy or situational opener and they would ask about the hat and I just rolled from there.
I had a three set where one of the women had done a report on Mystery and thought she knew all about the pickup artist scene. I blew them out to talk to a big titted brunette who is turns out is a promoter for some local clubs and was around when Mystery went to Tattoo last weekend. She said she had some PR contacts and we exchanged contact info.
Then a relatively petite woman opened me and immediately started gaming me, touching my arms and my chest and getting very close to me to speak. Every time I said something she liked she gave me a little peck on the lips. Then she started complimenting me on my body and how cute I was and then insisted that I must be gay. I finally got her off that topic, shut, just shut up and then putting her hand on my dick and firmly pulling her against me. Then she asked how old I was and said I must be lying, until I showed her my ID. Then she started trying to impress me by talking about she got her MBA from INSEAD and that her father is a billionaire but she apparently she's got some sort of job interview and openly tells that to guys she just met, hmmm. At one point I backed up toward the bar and pulled her with me so I was locked in, right in front of another group of women that had some attitude from earlier. It was funny to see them keep looking over, flashing IOIs that I just ignored.
Then one of the other set came over and wanted to borrow the pimp hatfor a moment. This set off some sort of an argument, as the woman who was gaming me did not want some upstart chick to move in on her turf. Then my friend the birthday girl, a long-time friend with benefits/ wingwoman, decided to help me out by adding some more jealousy to the mix by asking if I could take her home later. She’s a tall redhead with enormous breasts and a very sharp calculating mind who likes to play around. The other two kept arguing as my now 30 year old wing girl flashed me a quick smug grin and went back to mingling. She seemed pretty confident I would end up as another one of her birthday presents.
I gave my hat to the interrupting chick and the other girl goes right back to where she left off basically pressing me into the bar. While I was being gamed the other chicks ran off and stole my hat as I discovered a few minutes later. The bouncer told me they were actually running down the street. That kind of pissed me off for a little bit, that hat got me laid several times in our brief relationship but never fear, I've already ordered Pimp hat number 2. As a consolation, the other girl asked me out to lunch on Tuesday, she even used a false time constraint, "I'm busy with blah-blah business negotiation on Monday but how about Tuesday lunch. Let me get your phone number." Then 10 minutes later she asked me to call her phone so she could find it in her purse. I am amazed at how much of an effective challenge you can present simply by being laid-back with good posture and be non-effected and by reversing the frame, i.e. you're hitting on me, thanks for protecting me from those women over there, etc.
Fun stuff and of course the birthday girl ended up getting her present too.
LR 01-11-2008 Lucky Bar (again) - 20 minutes from meeting to leaving
Friday night Field Report/ Lay Report Jan 11, 2008
A cool hat, a recovered credit card, Two kisses, one long night and morning, 20 minutes from meeting to heading home.
I went out, for some reason I couldn’t find anyone else that was up for going out in DC/ NOVA so I decided to go out by myself even though I wasn’t really feeling like it. I still had to go back to McFadden’s to retrieve my credit card from the previous night’s tab. It was actually pretty busy around 10:00 when I got there to get my card…
I brought along my pink and black stripped cowboy hat and decided to head towards Lucky Bar which I though might draw a slightly older crowd than McFadden’s, which I feel more comfortable working with. I got there about 10:00 and didn't feel like doing any approaches for the first half hour or so, still way off my game from 2-3 years ago, finally I just plunged right into a three set with the jealous girl friend opener. After a few minutes I ejected and wandered around and opened a mixed set around the pool table. One of the women grabbed my hat and wore it around while she was dancing around the pool table and we talked a little bit but not much happened.
I bounced around until a two set opened me and one of them saw right through my ruse about losing a bet for wearing the hat “you’re just wearing that for the attention, and its working pretty well isn’t it.” Both women kept talking to me while some guys came back later, I tried to include them too, but they were fast becoming potential obstacles. One of the guys, a shorter little guy, just stood there with a hateful scowl on his face like a puppy with rabies while I just ignored him. The women kept paying attention to me, so when he tried to interrupt with some comment about a problem, I just said “cool man” and ignored him, which made him angrier. I also intentionally made sure my body language was open and relaxed, which was the ultimate AMOG, playful contempt for a little piece of shit dude who was not worth taking seriously.
I wandered over to the bar and got opened by a two set from Columbia, both kind of short almost pixie like with dark hair that asked me how they would go about buying a beer. I took them up to the third level bar which was much less crowded, I ended up talking to them for a little while right outside the women’s bath room my back to the bar as women walked by. The cuter more outgoing one of the two kept flirting with me and I just playful ignored it. I got a picture of each one of them wearing my hat too. I teased them for being my little sister’s age, for not being able to get their camera to work right when I could and a few other things. The whole time I kept my back against the bar and stood up straight leaning back slightly making them work to gain my attention. Then at one point she asked if I had a girlfriend and I said well no, not just one, but I have friends with benefits and I asked her how she would say that in Spanish. I said was untamable, but apparently some women are ok with that. She asked if I had ever dated a woman from another country before, I told her my only international experience was on a plane flight to South Africa but that was with an American so no, but I might be open to it. They both kind of blushed when they realized what I was talking about. Then she asked if she could give me a hug, I started massaging her back and she melted into my arms as I pulled her up against me. Her friend tried to say she was drunk, but the cuter one protested that she wasn’t, and she really did not seem drunk at all. I think it was just her way of trying to cover for what would be considered pretty forward behavior in their culture. In spite of this my intuition said either I wasn’t that interested or I wasn’t going to get any that night so I prepared to move on. I was also tempted by all of the other women walking in and out of the ladies room and then heading downstairs, so I wanted to go down and plow through the crowd a few more times to see what would happen. I tried to eject.
I said I had to get going soon to meet up with some friends and was leaving. The cute one protested“ no, don’t go!” and asked if she could kiss me and we made out right there in front of her friend, right outside the ladies room. Then I broke it off and started to go, she grabbed my arm and said don’t go. I said I was going and she could come with me if she wanted. Her friend answered for her and said no, she asked for my phone number and I gave it to her and started to head downstairs. They ended up following me downstairs and I just got lost talking to some people and forgot about them. I almost felt bad, but was in such a state where I just didn’t care one way or the other.
I bounced around for a little while watching the different groups trying to get a feel for the room and then opened a two set back toward the pool table. One of the women dropped out and things were a little slow with the other but then another girl came in with a powerfully sexual vibe and high playful energy, so I just turned and started dancing against her and rapidly escalated so I shifted my phone and wallet into my back pocket and was grinding against her within the first five minutes of meeting her. She was tall, 5 ’11, with playful naughty emerald eyes, and nice perky 36 Cs. I later learned that she graduated from an Ivy League school and had been on a national championship crew team. Her pale rounded cheeks got even redder than they had been from drinking, this quickly lead to making out and then a few minutes later I bounced her over to the couch. After another 5 minutes or so of a ravenous kissing I said lets go someplace more quiet. She asked where that would be and I said my place. She asked where I lived and thought where I lived was a long way away (Virginia). Its not that far away city slicker, but we could always go to your place instead. She asked where I wanted to go and I said my place. She said that was ok, as long as I would make sure she could get back in the morning.
So we headed out, she said good bye to one friend. Then outside the bar she said good bye to another friend, I think it was her roommate, none of the friends seemed terribly surprised, nor did they do anything to try and stop her. She asked me if I did this often, I asked if she really wanted to know. She said “its just a question but it seems pretty obvious that you’re used to taking women home right after meeting them, that it’s a routine occurrence.” I said yes but not as much as 2 years ago, when I had a girl for every night of the week. This drew a playful slap. Then I guessed her cup size, 36C, while walking to the car, which got a slightly surprised look of blushing amusement from her, “and you do that often too, don’t you?” “What can I say, I’ve seen enough breats to know 36C when I see it. We got to my car and were heading home to my place about 20 minutes after we had met and I drove her back the next day about 2:00 in the afternoon. Ironically she was only 23, not much older than what I would have picked up from McFadden’s, but at least she was out of college.
A cool hat, a recovered credit card, Two kisses, one long night and morning, 20 minutes from meeting to heading home.
I went out, for some reason I couldn’t find anyone else that was up for going out in DC/ NOVA so I decided to go out by myself even though I wasn’t really feeling like it. I still had to go back to McFadden’s to retrieve my credit card from the previous night’s tab. It was actually pretty busy around 10:00 when I got there to get my card…
I brought along my pink and black stripped cowboy hat and decided to head towards Lucky Bar which I though might draw a slightly older crowd than McFadden’s, which I feel more comfortable working with. I got there about 10:00 and didn't feel like doing any approaches for the first half hour or so, still way off my game from 2-3 years ago, finally I just plunged right into a three set with the jealous girl friend opener. After a few minutes I ejected and wandered around and opened a mixed set around the pool table. One of the women grabbed my hat and wore it around while she was dancing around the pool table and we talked a little bit but not much happened.
I bounced around until a two set opened me and one of them saw right through my ruse about losing a bet for wearing the hat “you’re just wearing that for the attention, and its working pretty well isn’t it.” Both women kept talking to me while some guys came back later, I tried to include them too, but they were fast becoming potential obstacles. One of the guys, a shorter little guy, just stood there with a hateful scowl on his face like a puppy with rabies while I just ignored him. The women kept paying attention to me, so when he tried to interrupt with some comment about a problem, I just said “cool man” and ignored him, which made him angrier. I also intentionally made sure my body language was open and relaxed, which was the ultimate AMOG, playful contempt for a little piece of shit dude who was not worth taking seriously.
I wandered over to the bar and got opened by a two set from Columbia, both kind of short almost pixie like with dark hair that asked me how they would go about buying a beer. I took them up to the third level bar which was much less crowded, I ended up talking to them for a little while right outside the women’s bath room my back to the bar as women walked by. The cuter more outgoing one of the two kept flirting with me and I just playful ignored it. I got a picture of each one of them wearing my hat too. I teased them for being my little sister’s age, for not being able to get their camera to work right when I could and a few other things. The whole time I kept my back against the bar and stood up straight leaning back slightly making them work to gain my attention. Then at one point she asked if I had a girlfriend and I said well no, not just one, but I have friends with benefits and I asked her how she would say that in Spanish. I said was untamable, but apparently some women are ok with that. She asked if I had ever dated a woman from another country before, I told her my only international experience was on a plane flight to South Africa but that was with an American so no, but I might be open to it. They both kind of blushed when they realized what I was talking about. Then she asked if she could give me a hug, I started massaging her back and she melted into my arms as I pulled her up against me. Her friend tried to say she was drunk, but the cuter one protested that she wasn’t, and she really did not seem drunk at all. I think it was just her way of trying to cover for what would be considered pretty forward behavior in their culture. In spite of this my intuition said either I wasn’t that interested or I wasn’t going to get any that night so I prepared to move on. I was also tempted by all of the other women walking in and out of the ladies room and then heading downstairs, so I wanted to go down and plow through the crowd a few more times to see what would happen. I tried to eject.
I said I had to get going soon to meet up with some friends and was leaving. The cute one protested“ no, don’t go!” and asked if she could kiss me and we made out right there in front of her friend, right outside the ladies room. Then I broke it off and started to go, she grabbed my arm and said don’t go. I said I was going and she could come with me if she wanted. Her friend answered for her and said no, she asked for my phone number and I gave it to her and started to head downstairs. They ended up following me downstairs and I just got lost talking to some people and forgot about them. I almost felt bad, but was in such a state where I just didn’t care one way or the other.
I bounced around for a little while watching the different groups trying to get a feel for the room and then opened a two set back toward the pool table. One of the women dropped out and things were a little slow with the other but then another girl came in with a powerfully sexual vibe and high playful energy, so I just turned and started dancing against her and rapidly escalated so I shifted my phone and wallet into my back pocket and was grinding against her within the first five minutes of meeting her. She was tall, 5 ’11, with playful naughty emerald eyes, and nice perky 36 Cs. I later learned that she graduated from an Ivy League school and had been on a national championship crew team. Her pale rounded cheeks got even redder than they had been from drinking, this quickly lead to making out and then a few minutes later I bounced her over to the couch. After another 5 minutes or so of a ravenous kissing I said lets go someplace more quiet. She asked where that would be and I said my place. She asked where I lived and thought where I lived was a long way away (Virginia). Its not that far away city slicker, but we could always go to your place instead. She asked where I wanted to go and I said my place. She said that was ok, as long as I would make sure she could get back in the morning.
So we headed out, she said good bye to one friend. Then outside the bar she said good bye to another friend, I think it was her roommate, none of the friends seemed terribly surprised, nor did they do anything to try and stop her. She asked me if I did this often, I asked if she really wanted to know. She said “its just a question but it seems pretty obvious that you’re used to taking women home right after meeting them, that it’s a routine occurrence.” I said yes but not as much as 2 years ago, when I had a girl for every night of the week. This drew a playful slap. Then I guessed her cup size, 36C, while walking to the car, which got a slightly surprised look of blushing amusement from her, “and you do that often too, don’t you?” “What can I say, I’ve seen enough breats to know 36C when I see it. We got to my car and were heading home to my place about 20 minutes after we had met and I drove her back the next day about 2:00 in the afternoon. Ironically she was only 23, not much older than what I would have picked up from McFadden’s, but at least she was out of college.
LR 12-13-2007 Lucky Bar - The virgin intern
Night time casual bar scene: 30 Minutes from when we met to when we were heading home.
Last night I met at 9:00 I met up with Dare, Ignite and Strats and it would prove to be a very fun night out with the guys even before the end of the night. Dare got me with a text message about nailing a girl in the bathroom right before I walked in. McFadden's was packed, at least in part by a party for interns from the U.S. Senate and a lingering happy hour crowd and I was a little overwhelmed for the first couple minutes. I did a little pea cocking with my silver Heineken beads and some plain sliver mardi gras beads. In my experience women always ask about the beads, and sometimes open you, it also sets you apart a little bit from everyone else without being Mystery level over the top.
As I walked in Dare was already in set with a pretty cute girl with a nice body. As we walked over toward the bar I found Ignite and then Dare opened a three set of women wearing "I love DC" t shirts that people had been writing messages on. The lead woman in the group was from Ohio and just finishing a semester internship here in DC. This would be the first of many this night just finishing a semester internship to DC... Ignite was completely prepared for any Russian HBs with his communism red t shirt with that hammer and sickle, industry and agriculture all the way!
I moved on along with the rest of the crew, Sebastian jumped in with some coaching advice and said I needed gum or a tongue scrapper, always the boy scout Ignite was prepared to assist with gum. Oh, well at least juicing 6 cloves of garlic helped me get over a cold! Dare and Ignite opened several sets including some pretty hot chicks and I wondered over toward the foam party where I met up with a group of women including a set of identical twins of East Indian descent. The alpha girl of the group was ... you guessed it another intern from out of town with a hat pulled low over her eyes, I asked her if it was part of her disguise. Got some light kino going but then she and her friends were about to head home. So I grabbed a phone number and rejoined Dare and Ignite. Close: Me: We should meet up sometime, Her: well how are we going to that? Me: I could reach you by giving you a call I've had bad luck sending smoke signals lately.
Back with our group now joined by Tactile, I ran across the "I love DC Set" again. She said they were going out the next night for one of their last nights in DC and wanted to meet up again. So I got her number too, pivots anyone? They're going to be out in Clarendon tonight.
Next we piled 5 adult men into a spacious two door Mustang like clowns into a clown car for a quick jaunt to G'town. Mr. Smith's was pretty dead although I briefly opened a girl smoking outside, but she and her friends were about to roll anyway. Dare opened a two set from England. His girl was just in town for a week visiting the other girl. Then when we ejected Strats sarged them for a little bit while Ignite, Dare, Tactile and myself checked out another bar that was even deader than Mr. Smith's. Ignite and Dare talked to me about what to do with these interns heading out of town, what can we do when they're leaving. I believe I said something to the effect of it creates more urgency because there is no tomorrow, or maybe I just thought that would have been cool to say later on in the night. Tactile wanted to meet up with some friends at FrontPage and we decided on Lucky Bar.
At Lucky Bar I walked in to do a lap and see what was going on in there. At the top of the stairs for the second level I saw a woman with French braids, almost like Heidi in the classic novel and movie, sitting alone at a booth, pretty smile, smooth skin and some nice D cups. I just impulsively started talking to her and immediately got a cluster of (Indicators of Interest) IOIs (Indicators of Interest), blushing, smile, hair and slight vertical eye scan with pupil dilation. So I sat down and starting talking, initiated some kino (physical touch) by "warming up my cold hands" on her arm and then her neck and a minute later wrapped my arm around her. Initiate kino test passed. I then went to get some paper to do the handwriting analysis a nice A2 gambit and also gives a good read for things to use in your comfort and seduction phases. Strats obliged by finding a copy of the City Paper for us to use as scratch paper.
From the handwriting I got that she had a really high sex drive, was a rapid comprehensive thinker, had extreme attention to detail, was almost painfully shy and a logical objective thinker, cool under fire (vertical slant) "when other people freak out about the roof being on fire you say we don't need no water ..., but get out of the house damn it!" At this point I used the handwriting traits for some comfort building, and to tailor my approach. I gave her a quick playful peck on the cheek which she reciprocated. She said she was heading back to San Francisco tomorrow, because she was ... yet another intern about to leave DC. I said, I suppose we'll just have to make the most of the time that we've got.
We made out for awhile and she was a pretty good kisser with nice soft lips. I bounced her upstairs to the bench at the top of the third floor, however people started hooting and hollering up there, so I said let's go someplace more quiet as a test close while getting a horizontal eye scan from her. She wasn't ready yet just yet but was definitely on the hook so we made out back at the booth a little longer while a few camera flashes went off around us. I put her hand on my dick and she grabbed onto it. We kept kissing for a while, longer than I normally would, because it was hard to keep much of a conversation going since she was not very talkative and she was a pretty good kisser, even if she seemed to be a bit of a novice.
I went for another test close about 10 minutes after the first one. She said that she was ready to go, but she had to tell me something first...
"I know this bothers some guys so I just wanted you to know that I'm a virgin" in a very matter of fact tone. I shrugged and said ok, which drew a relieved look from her. "And its my period," same flat tone. I said "you’re on the pill, right?" She said yeah. "Light or no flow then?" She nodded. I added, "just so you I won’t do anything to pressure you into doing anything you don't feel comfortable doing, if you want to I guarantee I'll make it special for you. But if you’re ready to no longer be a virgin let’s go. This drew a smile from her.
Then she wanted to find her roommate to let her know she was going. After finally finding the roommate they had a discussion for about 5 minutes, I couldn't hear what they were saying but it looked like my girl was trying to reassure and persuade her roommate that everything was alright. My girl was completely sober but the friend wasn't. I started to realize how many women were around the bar, there were at least twice as many women to men on the second floor, but I ready to roll, so "c' est la ve". As she left with me she had this big grin. My friend is pissed because this time I’m the one leaving with a guy and not her.
Then I got the car and needed to give Strats his bag. I dashed in hoping that the cops weren't going to tow my car for being parked in the middle of an intersection and ended up dumping it on Dare, sorry about that bro, I owe you one.
So there you have it, 2 weak phone number closes and a quick take home close (about 30 minutes start to finish). And yes she was definitely a virgin, but it's a cool novelty every now and then and a good way to break a three week draught. I told her to walk in with the "stride of pride" for her Conservative Christian roommate.
We ended up hooking up again the next night early in the evening before she went out with her friends one last time before going back to California. I told her, "now that you're no longer a virgin, go out and have fun, own your sexuality." "But who am I going to learn from." "I said you will do just fine, call me some time if you ever want some advice." With that I gave her a book from my library to read on the plane flight home. One more alumni from my school for virgins that I'm sure I'll keep in touch with every now and then.
Last night I met at 9:00 I met up with Dare, Ignite and Strats and it would prove to be a very fun night out with the guys even before the end of the night. Dare got me with a text message about nailing a girl in the bathroom right before I walked in. McFadden's was packed, at least in part by a party for interns from the U.S. Senate and a lingering happy hour crowd and I was a little overwhelmed for the first couple minutes. I did a little pea cocking with my silver Heineken beads and some plain sliver mardi gras beads. In my experience women always ask about the beads, and sometimes open you, it also sets you apart a little bit from everyone else without being Mystery level over the top.
As I walked in Dare was already in set with a pretty cute girl with a nice body. As we walked over toward the bar I found Ignite and then Dare opened a three set of women wearing "I love DC" t shirts that people had been writing messages on. The lead woman in the group was from Ohio and just finishing a semester internship here in DC. This would be the first of many this night just finishing a semester internship to DC... Ignite was completely prepared for any Russian HBs with his communism red t shirt with that hammer and sickle, industry and agriculture all the way!
I moved on along with the rest of the crew, Sebastian jumped in with some coaching advice and said I needed gum or a tongue scrapper, always the boy scout Ignite was prepared to assist with gum. Oh, well at least juicing 6 cloves of garlic helped me get over a cold! Dare and Ignite opened several sets including some pretty hot chicks and I wondered over toward the foam party where I met up with a group of women including a set of identical twins of East Indian descent. The alpha girl of the group was ... you guessed it another intern from out of town with a hat pulled low over her eyes, I asked her if it was part of her disguise. Got some light kino going but then she and her friends were about to head home. So I grabbed a phone number and rejoined Dare and Ignite. Close: Me: We should meet up sometime, Her: well how are we going to that? Me: I could reach you by giving you a call I've had bad luck sending smoke signals lately.
Back with our group now joined by Tactile, I ran across the "I love DC Set" again. She said they were going out the next night for one of their last nights in DC and wanted to meet up again. So I got her number too, pivots anyone? They're going to be out in Clarendon tonight.
Next we piled 5 adult men into a spacious two door Mustang like clowns into a clown car for a quick jaunt to G'town. Mr. Smith's was pretty dead although I briefly opened a girl smoking outside, but she and her friends were about to roll anyway. Dare opened a two set from England. His girl was just in town for a week visiting the other girl. Then when we ejected Strats sarged them for a little bit while Ignite, Dare, Tactile and myself checked out another bar that was even deader than Mr. Smith's. Ignite and Dare talked to me about what to do with these interns heading out of town, what can we do when they're leaving. I believe I said something to the effect of it creates more urgency because there is no tomorrow, or maybe I just thought that would have been cool to say later on in the night. Tactile wanted to meet up with some friends at FrontPage and we decided on Lucky Bar.
At Lucky Bar I walked in to do a lap and see what was going on in there. At the top of the stairs for the second level I saw a woman with French braids, almost like Heidi in the classic novel and movie, sitting alone at a booth, pretty smile, smooth skin and some nice D cups. I just impulsively started talking to her and immediately got a cluster of (Indicators of Interest) IOIs (Indicators of Interest), blushing, smile, hair and slight vertical eye scan with pupil dilation. So I sat down and starting talking, initiated some kino (physical touch) by "warming up my cold hands" on her arm and then her neck and a minute later wrapped my arm around her. Initiate kino test passed. I then went to get some paper to do the handwriting analysis a nice A2 gambit and also gives a good read for things to use in your comfort and seduction phases. Strats obliged by finding a copy of the City Paper for us to use as scratch paper.
From the handwriting I got that she had a really high sex drive, was a rapid comprehensive thinker, had extreme attention to detail, was almost painfully shy and a logical objective thinker, cool under fire (vertical slant) "when other people freak out about the roof being on fire you say we don't need no water ..., but get out of the house damn it!" At this point I used the handwriting traits for some comfort building, and to tailor my approach. I gave her a quick playful peck on the cheek which she reciprocated. She said she was heading back to San Francisco tomorrow, because she was ... yet another intern about to leave DC. I said, I suppose we'll just have to make the most of the time that we've got.
We made out for awhile and she was a pretty good kisser with nice soft lips. I bounced her upstairs to the bench at the top of the third floor, however people started hooting and hollering up there, so I said let's go someplace more quiet as a test close while getting a horizontal eye scan from her. She wasn't ready yet just yet but was definitely on the hook so we made out back at the booth a little longer while a few camera flashes went off around us. I put her hand on my dick and she grabbed onto it. We kept kissing for a while, longer than I normally would, because it was hard to keep much of a conversation going since she was not very talkative and she was a pretty good kisser, even if she seemed to be a bit of a novice.
I went for another test close about 10 minutes after the first one. She said that she was ready to go, but she had to tell me something first...
"I know this bothers some guys so I just wanted you to know that I'm a virgin" in a very matter of fact tone. I shrugged and said ok, which drew a relieved look from her. "And its my period," same flat tone. I said "you’re on the pill, right?" She said yeah. "Light or no flow then?" She nodded. I added, "just so you I won’t do anything to pressure you into doing anything you don't feel comfortable doing, if you want to I guarantee I'll make it special for you. But if you’re ready to no longer be a virgin let’s go. This drew a smile from her.
Then she wanted to find her roommate to let her know she was going. After finally finding the roommate they had a discussion for about 5 minutes, I couldn't hear what they were saying but it looked like my girl was trying to reassure and persuade her roommate that everything was alright. My girl was completely sober but the friend wasn't. I started to realize how many women were around the bar, there were at least twice as many women to men on the second floor, but I ready to roll, so "c' est la ve". As she left with me she had this big grin. My friend is pissed because this time I’m the one leaving with a guy and not her.
Then I got the car and needed to give Strats his bag. I dashed in hoping that the cops weren't going to tow my car for being parked in the middle of an intersection and ended up dumping it on Dare, sorry about that bro, I owe you one.
So there you have it, 2 weak phone number closes and a quick take home close (about 30 minutes start to finish). And yes she was definitely a virgin, but it's a cool novelty every now and then and a good way to break a three week draught. I told her to walk in with the "stride of pride" for her Conservative Christian roommate.
We ended up hooking up again the next night early in the evening before she went out with her friends one last time before going back to California. I told her, "now that you're no longer a virgin, go out and have fun, own your sexuality." "But who am I going to learn from." "I said you will do just fine, call me some time if you ever want some advice." With that I gave her a book from my library to read on the plane flight home. One more alumni from my school for virgins that I'm sure I'll keep in touch with every now and then.
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