I was looking for somewhere, a seminar venue, in the southside of Glasgow yesterday, and couldn't find the bloody place.
I stopped the car, and asked a group of 3 people for directions. I did my usual, cut into their conversation and shouted `Hey guys, can you tell me where xyz is?'. One of the guys wasn't sure, but the girl told me roughly where it was. She was very pretty, and looked middle-eastern. She gave me a smile, then said `where have I seen you before?'.
It soon became apparent that the guys didn't know the girl either, and they were asking directions or something. I ignored the guys and said to the girl `If you're going that way, I'll drop you down. I'm really running late for my seminar. My students will all be panicking'.
She said `cool', and jumped into the car. I said `do you wanna come and watch the class, who knows, I might even end up with a new student'. Found out she was a beauty therapist and reflexologist, and lived in the west end of Glasgow, where she had her own place. (I noted this down for later).
She watched the seminar, and watched the female students give me IOIs. This showed my pre-selection value to her. I decided to really put a show on. At the end of the seminar I related a story about how I once protected a female friend from a group of thugs, and sent them all
packing. I told the seminar about how I phoned my pals, and they were there within minutes, and helped me deal with the thugs (survival and replication value).
Anyway, the seminar ended. I walked her outside, and she was about to phone her mum, and realized she had no credit in her phone. She asked me if she could borrow my phone. I said `yeah, but it'll cost you', in a cocky funny way. She called her mum. I thought, fuck it, and
offered her a lift into Glasgow, as I was going there anyway. She spilt some red bull in my car.
We got outside her flat, and I said `I'm coming inside, need to get a towel or something to clean your mess up'. She giggled and said ok.
We got upstairs, and she went to make a cup of tea. Found out she had no milk, so we took a walk to one of the shops, and bought milk and a couple of rolls and cakes.
Got back to the flat, she made the tea, and I made the rolls. I constantly teased her about the state of her kitchen and how disorganized she was, just like a bratty little sister. She told me
of her family background, how she was a Pakistani hindu, and about her beliefs. I said to her `to be honest, I couldn't care less'. She was like, `what?'. I said I'm just here to eat your food and get my car cleaned, then I'm outta here, got to go and see my girlfriend'. I did this to create scarcity and to hammer the fact home that I came pre-selected. Also, I didn't want to be stuck in the friendships zone, and I kinoed her as I said this. Plus, I had very strong feelings that a lay was on the cards.
The IOIs started coming, she touched my ass by `accident', I brushed against her breasts `by mistake', smelt her hair, and breathed on the neck. We went into the living room, where she offered to massage my feet. I agreed, and I massaged hers.
I then offered to give her a back rub, then she said `I need to go for a shower . . .'. She showered, and I talked to her on the other side of the curtain. She said `I hope you don't think I've brought
you here for something, I think you're a really decent guy, but I'm not that kind of girl'. I said `I'm not that kind of guy, either, plus, I really need to get going'.
She came out of the shower, and I started massaging her shoulders on the couch. I said `I'm too uncomfortable here, lets go somewhere more comfortable'. She led me to her bedroom.
She lay on the bed, I lay next to her and started kissing her. We kissed for a while, and she started to moan and grind me . . . then the phone rang. I don't know who it was, but it was male. She said `my friend's coming, he really cocoons me, lets get out of here, take me to the hills!'. (wtf?!). I said `what hills?', she said `Loch Lomond'. I said, `fine, get you coat on'.
We drove to Loch Lomond, and I let her drive. Remind me never to let a woman drive my car again.
She started making plans about us going camping and shit, which I didn't entertain at all. I did not want to start seeing this girl.
We went down to the pier, kissed and caressed. Popped into an Indian restaurant and bought some pakoras.
I said to her `I don't sleep with girls till after I get to know them, I find it's always better to wait, it's more electrifying. The anticipation is like opening a Christmas present' (think Counting
House!).
She was fucking confused!!!!!!!! Push Pull is fucking awesome.
She said something like `yeah, it's much harder to keep control, than give in to your lust'.
I then said to her, `our friendship is important to me, I feel like I've known you a long time, and don't want to ruin it', then I give her the longest, most lingering kiss, then stopped and said `we
should get going, I need to get home'.
We drove back to the flat. I said `I've got to go now'. She said `no, just come up for two minutes, and make sure I'm safe'.
I went up, she locked the door and hid the key!!!
I said `I really do have to go, honey, I'll keep in touch'.
She said `just come to the living room for a minute, I want to show you something.'
I went there, she kissed me, and I stopped her again. She then pushed me onto the couch, and straddled me, and started grinding against me and had her tongue down my throat'.
When we came up for air, she said `you've got me so horny, and I'll have to have a cold shower if you don't fuck me now, you can't leave without fucking me'.
She had me pinned to the couch, and wouldn't let me move! Imagine if a guy did that to a girl!
I said `baby, this isn't right, I've got to go home'.
She started taking my clothes off, undid my belt, I started stripping her, at the same time as giving her reasons why we shouldn't do it.
For some reason, it only made her more horny. She was a total animal.
After the living room, we moved into the bedroom.
All this time, I still hadn't number-closed her. As I was leaving, she forced me to take her number! I number-closed a girl, AFTER I'd fuck closed her.
She kept telling me that she will cook things for me, and wants me to stay weekends, meet her friends and shit like that. I didn't say anything. She said `I really like you'.
However, when I got home, I checked my pocket, found her phone! I was holding it, while we were at Loch Lomond. Need to find a way to return it now . . . maybe another session?!
IceDragon
Sunday, 11 May 2008
Day Approaching
I was in the supermarket the other day, looking to buy some juice, and there was this beautiful girl with a shopping basket, looking at the tinned food. I casually walked up, and took a tin of spam and put it into her basket, then said 'take that', then I took some tuna and also put it
into her basket, and said 'that too'. She started laughing and said 'do you recommend that?'. I said 'yeah, you need to bulk up bigstyle' (I lied, she had a perfect body).
I saw from her t-shirt that she was the member of a swimming club. I said 'hmmm, so you're a swimmer . . bet you've got strong arms'. She then proceeded to flex her muscles! I squeezed her arms, which got her laughing again.
I dragged her to the fruit and veg section, because I felt she needed to 'eat more healthily'. She said 'no, look, I've got veg in my basket, are you proud that I'm eating healthily'.
I told her how much admire girls who participate in sports, as I'm also a keen sportsman
and can appreciate the benefits of physical activity (blah blah blah). Fluffed my way through comfort and rapport.
I number-closed, then exited.
Went into Sainsbury's for a sandwich. Walked up to one of the checkout girls and said 'I love you', saw the stunned expression on her face, then walked away. Came back with my sandwich, her
colleagues started badgering me to take her number!!
On the way out, this 40ish year old woman stopped me for a survey on fast food burgers. I agreed to take part, she said 'well come in to my office' (which was actually two steps away near a window). Decided to use misrepresentation and said 'what? we've only just met'. She said with a straight face, looking into my eyes 'I invited you into my office, not my bed'. It was really flirtatious the way she said it. I thought 'the gaming has to stop when talking to 40
year old survey taking women!'. She started asking me where I was from, and how she loved the way I carried myself . . . erm! I exited.
Once you get into a state, things just snap into place.
IceDragon
into her basket, and said 'that too'. She started laughing and said 'do you recommend that?'. I said 'yeah, you need to bulk up bigstyle' (I lied, she had a perfect body).
I saw from her t-shirt that she was the member of a swimming club. I said 'hmmm, so you're a swimmer . . bet you've got strong arms'. She then proceeded to flex her muscles! I squeezed her arms, which got her laughing again.
I dragged her to the fruit and veg section, because I felt she needed to 'eat more healthily'. She said 'no, look, I've got veg in my basket, are you proud that I'm eating healthily'.
I told her how much admire girls who participate in sports, as I'm also a keen sportsman
and can appreciate the benefits of physical activity (blah blah blah). Fluffed my way through comfort and rapport.
I number-closed, then exited.
Went into Sainsbury's for a sandwich. Walked up to one of the checkout girls and said 'I love you', saw the stunned expression on her face, then walked away. Came back with my sandwich, her
colleagues started badgering me to take her number!!
On the way out, this 40ish year old woman stopped me for a survey on fast food burgers. I agreed to take part, she said 'well come in to my office' (which was actually two steps away near a window). Decided to use misrepresentation and said 'what? we've only just met'. She said with a straight face, looking into my eyes 'I invited you into my office, not my bed'. It was really flirtatious the way she said it. I thought 'the gaming has to stop when talking to 40
year old survey taking women!'. She started asking me where I was from, and how she loved the way I carried myself . . . erm! I exited.
Once you get into a state, things just snap into place.
IceDragon
Hot Chinese Girl in a Nightclub
I approached this Chinese girl in a club once. She actually said to me 'you're just a player aren't you, how many times have you used that line before?'.
Now, to be honest, I didn't intend it to sound like a line, but as soon as she said that, I went into a different mode. I had to options. Firstly, I could have gone all embarrassed and apologetic, then disappeared, but I decided to turn things around and start teasing her, so I started to do cheesy lines, that it was obvious I wasn't taking myself too seriously.
She said 'you're wasting all your good lines'.
I held her close then asked her friend 'don't we just make a perfect couple?'
I was with a friend at that time, he said to me in front of the girl 'what about your girlfriend?'
I just looked at him and laughed 'What about her?'
She started busting me back. She said 'You are the most wonderful, fascinating, charming . . . . LIAR'.
I jokingly said to her 'You're the woman of my dreams, I'll do anything for you'.
She said 'kiss my toes'.
I bent down, then she said 'nooooo, I was only kidding'.
I said 'I was only bending down to tie my shoelace.'
She started laughing. Got so much touching from her it was unbelievable. She made every excuse she could to touch me.
I went home with her that night.
IceDragon
Now, to be honest, I didn't intend it to sound like a line, but as soon as she said that, I went into a different mode. I had to options. Firstly, I could have gone all embarrassed and apologetic, then disappeared, but I decided to turn things around and start teasing her, so I started to do cheesy lines, that it was obvious I wasn't taking myself too seriously.
She said 'you're wasting all your good lines'.
I held her close then asked her friend 'don't we just make a perfect couple?'
I was with a friend at that time, he said to me in front of the girl 'what about your girlfriend?'
I just looked at him and laughed 'What about her?'
She started busting me back. She said 'You are the most wonderful, fascinating, charming . . . . LIAR'.
I jokingly said to her 'You're the woman of my dreams, I'll do anything for you'.
She said 'kiss my toes'.
I bent down, then she said 'nooooo, I was only kidding'.
I said 'I was only bending down to tie my shoelace.'
She started laughing. Got so much touching from her it was unbelievable. She made every excuse she could to touch me.
I went home with her that night.
IceDragon
Stunning Indian Woman
I was in the supermarket yesterday, and this Indian couple were shopping together. The husband was looking at the courgettes, while his nubile young wife was checking out the water
melons. I walked up and stood next to her and just looked at her (obviously using alpha body language, leaning back, etc). I looked into her eyes and smiled. Smiled with my lips, mouth and with my eyes. I made sure my whole body smiled and radiated power. The girl was genuinely taken aback and returned my smile, with a warm smile of her own. She couldn't help but smile, if she thought about it logically, why should she look at a complete stranger, another man and smile at him while her husband was there. It's just not the 'done thing'. It's not what society has conditioned us to do. Of course, who gives a shit what society says.
There's nothing like a genuine, warm smile from a beautiful woman. It truly lifts your state. Then she said 'hi'. I said 'hi, I like you, I want to get to know you'. She was dazed and just stood there like a stunned rabbit staring into the headlights, accepting it's destiny. I then said 'who are you, anyway'. She said 'my name is Savita, what's your name?'. I said 'IceDragon', I can't stay long, got to be somewhere, lets exchange phone numbers, and we'll get a coffee sometime'.
She duly gave me her number. I number-closed a woman in front of her husband. Naturally, I deleted her number as soon as I left the supermarket.
Just make eye contact and smile at every girl you see. If you do it without giving a fuck about getting a response, you will elicit a genuine smile back. I don't mean one of those fucked up 'fake'
smiles which are put on (you can tell them a mile away), but a genuine, 'who are you, I really want to get to know you' smile.
About two weeks ago, I was walking down this street, in Denver. I was looking for some place. This stunner, and I mean totally stunning woman was walking towards me. I stood in front of her, spread my arms and said 'stop' (not right in front of her, but a couple of steps back!!).
I didn't say anything else, and stood there, looking into her eyes and smiling. She was taken about, grinned and me and said 'hi', in a really flirty way!
I then said 'hi', then duly walked away.
I kicked myself for not gaming her and closing her, because my internal voice told me that she was ripe for sarging. On the other hand, this other little voice told me that this was not normal.
It's called cognitive dissonance. I learned a lot from that - do not trust what society has instilled in you.
Yesterday at the supermarket, I laid to rest the ghost of that day. We can all fuck up, but it's how you recover from the fuck-up that counts. Make every day a learning experience, and when you need it the most, the game won't let you down.
IceDragon
It is not advisable to go around telling girls you 'like them', unless you say it from a position of power. This is strictly for street pickup where you have to create attraction in NANOSECONDS. In bars, stick with opinion openers, similarly in clubs, stick with one-liners, and quick opinion openers, but on the street, you should make it clear what your intentions are, that
you are a man, you don't do bullshit, and knows exactly what he wants. That creates instant attraction.
melons. I walked up and stood next to her and just looked at her (obviously using alpha body language, leaning back, etc). I looked into her eyes and smiled. Smiled with my lips, mouth and with my eyes. I made sure my whole body smiled and radiated power. The girl was genuinely taken aback and returned my smile, with a warm smile of her own. She couldn't help but smile, if she thought about it logically, why should she look at a complete stranger, another man and smile at him while her husband was there. It's just not the 'done thing'. It's not what society has conditioned us to do. Of course, who gives a shit what society says.
There's nothing like a genuine, warm smile from a beautiful woman. It truly lifts your state. Then she said 'hi'. I said 'hi, I like you, I want to get to know you'. She was dazed and just stood there like a stunned rabbit staring into the headlights, accepting it's destiny. I then said 'who are you, anyway'. She said 'my name is Savita, what's your name?'. I said 'IceDragon', I can't stay long, got to be somewhere, lets exchange phone numbers, and we'll get a coffee sometime'.
She duly gave me her number. I number-closed a woman in front of her husband. Naturally, I deleted her number as soon as I left the supermarket.
Just make eye contact and smile at every girl you see. If you do it without giving a fuck about getting a response, you will elicit a genuine smile back. I don't mean one of those fucked up 'fake'
smiles which are put on (you can tell them a mile away), but a genuine, 'who are you, I really want to get to know you' smile.
About two weeks ago, I was walking down this street, in Denver. I was looking for some place. This stunner, and I mean totally stunning woman was walking towards me. I stood in front of her, spread my arms and said 'stop' (not right in front of her, but a couple of steps back!!).
I didn't say anything else, and stood there, looking into her eyes and smiling. She was taken about, grinned and me and said 'hi', in a really flirty way!
I then said 'hi', then duly walked away.
I kicked myself for not gaming her and closing her, because my internal voice told me that she was ripe for sarging. On the other hand, this other little voice told me that this was not normal.
It's called cognitive dissonance. I learned a lot from that - do not trust what society has instilled in you.
Yesterday at the supermarket, I laid to rest the ghost of that day. We can all fuck up, but it's how you recover from the fuck-up that counts. Make every day a learning experience, and when you need it the most, the game won't let you down.
IceDragon
It is not advisable to go around telling girls you 'like them', unless you say it from a position of power. This is strictly for street pickup where you have to create attraction in NANOSECONDS. In bars, stick with opinion openers, similarly in clubs, stick with one-liners, and quick opinion openers, but on the street, you should make it clear what your intentions are, that
you are a man, you don't do bullshit, and knows exactly what he wants. That creates instant attraction.
Spanish Senorita
A while ago, I felt like meeting a Spanish or South American girl.
I placed an online ad, advertising that I wanted Spanish lessons.
I sifted through my replies, deleting all the guys, and asking for photos of the girls. Most of them were like 'wtf', why is this guy after photos?'. I know, it sounds crazy, but I wasn't going to risk another 50 year old Spanish woman from Edinburgh'!!!!!! It was a scary story.
Anyway, I got this reply from this gorgeous 19 year old Spanish blonde called Rosana, who was still in Spain, but was coming to Glasgow. We chatted on MSN for a couple of days. I gave her my mobile number, and she called me as soon as she touched British soil, Manchester Airport.
I met her in Glasgow city centre, accompanied by my friend. He then left us, and we went for a coffee and a long drive . . . . let me just say that we didn't talk about Spanish lessons . . .
To cut a long story short, my friend from Tanzania was up, and he told me he wanted to meet her, as he wanted to practice his Spanish. I stupidly gave him her number, and he fucked it up by scaring the living shit out of her, and that was the end of that.
So, a couple of days ago, I re-posted that ad, out of sheer boredom, and got an email from this sexy brunette called 'Isabella'. Admittedly, not as stunning as Rosana (Rosana literally stopped traffic), but very pretty, nevertheless, and with a great body.
After exchanging a couple of emails, she was very eager to meet me, so we met today at 1pm, on George Square, near the two lion statues.
We went to Europa, and shared a pizza, and chatted. I did the ring finger routine on her (I do this with every girl..
At this moment, two Asian girls who I knew walked in, and we exchanged pleasantries. All the guys were staring at them, and they came and chatted to me. This did wonders for my social proofing, in front of the Spanish girl.
I actually had another date at 3pm, so I had to move things along. I suggested we take a walk to the bookstore (yeah, only thing I could think off). Anyway, we had a look at some books, took the piss out of Michel Thomas (a language grandmaster).
I found out she was fluent in Spanish, German and English. I told her that I was impressed, and touched her arm. She felt validated, beamed from ear to ear and started qualifying herself 'here's something to impress you even more, I studied Russian for 3 years, and am currently learning Slovakian'. Hot and intelligent, my kind of woman!
We arranged to meet on Monday at 4pm at her flat . . . for a one on one Spanish session. Now, this girl told me she has a Slovakian boyfriend, and I do feel a bit guilty, knowing that I don't want fucking Spanish lessons, just her hot, naked body.
I really don't know whether to cancel on her on Monday, or continue and go to her flat and let things take their course.
I made sure there was sexual tension. The girl did not want me to leave her, and kept saying 'I'm free all afternoon'.
I'll cancel. It is important to have an ethical dimension, and not abuse your seduction skills.
So, I met this other girl, half Sierra Leonese and half Ukrainean (what a combination!). I took her to Europa, where we had a coffee, the barmaids gave me a grin, and one of them remembered me from Monday, when I had brought another girl there!
Needless to say, I didn't get any work done today!
Life is good!
IceDragon
I placed an online ad, advertising that I wanted Spanish lessons.
I sifted through my replies, deleting all the guys, and asking for photos of the girls. Most of them were like 'wtf', why is this guy after photos?'. I know, it sounds crazy, but I wasn't going to risk another 50 year old Spanish woman from Edinburgh'!!!!!! It was a scary story.
Anyway, I got this reply from this gorgeous 19 year old Spanish blonde called Rosana, who was still in Spain, but was coming to Glasgow. We chatted on MSN for a couple of days. I gave her my mobile number, and she called me as soon as she touched British soil, Manchester Airport.
I met her in Glasgow city centre, accompanied by my friend. He then left us, and we went for a coffee and a long drive . . . . let me just say that we didn't talk about Spanish lessons . . .
To cut a long story short, my friend from Tanzania was up, and he told me he wanted to meet her, as he wanted to practice his Spanish. I stupidly gave him her number, and he fucked it up by scaring the living shit out of her, and that was the end of that.
So, a couple of days ago, I re-posted that ad, out of sheer boredom, and got an email from this sexy brunette called 'Isabella'. Admittedly, not as stunning as Rosana (Rosana literally stopped traffic), but very pretty, nevertheless, and with a great body.
After exchanging a couple of emails, she was very eager to meet me, so we met today at 1pm, on George Square, near the two lion statues.
We went to Europa, and shared a pizza, and chatted. I did the ring finger routine on her (I do this with every girl..
At this moment, two Asian girls who I knew walked in, and we exchanged pleasantries. All the guys were staring at them, and they came and chatted to me. This did wonders for my social proofing, in front of the Spanish girl.
I actually had another date at 3pm, so I had to move things along. I suggested we take a walk to the bookstore (yeah, only thing I could think off). Anyway, we had a look at some books, took the piss out of Michel Thomas (a language grandmaster).
I found out she was fluent in Spanish, German and English. I told her that I was impressed, and touched her arm. She felt validated, beamed from ear to ear and started qualifying herself 'here's something to impress you even more, I studied Russian for 3 years, and am currently learning Slovakian'. Hot and intelligent, my kind of woman!
We arranged to meet on Monday at 4pm at her flat . . . for a one on one Spanish session. Now, this girl told me she has a Slovakian boyfriend, and I do feel a bit guilty, knowing that I don't want fucking Spanish lessons, just her hot, naked body.
I really don't know whether to cancel on her on Monday, or continue and go to her flat and let things take their course.
I made sure there was sexual tension. The girl did not want me to leave her, and kept saying 'I'm free all afternoon'.
I'll cancel. It is important to have an ethical dimension, and not abuse your seduction skills.
So, I met this other girl, half Sierra Leonese and half Ukrainean (what a combination!). I took her to Europa, where we had a coffee, the barmaids gave me a grin, and one of them remembered me from Monday, when I had brought another girl there!
Needless to say, I didn't get any work done today!
Life is good!
IceDragon
Rendezvous with a Beautiful Hungarian Woman
So, I had been corresponding with this Hungarian girl from London for a while, and finally, on Saturday lunchtime, she flew to Glasgow, via British Airways.
I met her at the airport, 20 minutes late, as I had slept in, she looked striking, slim, size 10, brunette, with blue eyes, my favourite, I greeted her with a hug, and I drove straight to the hotel I had booked.
I carried her bag for her, and I held the door open for her. Supplication? Some of you are probably thinking that. I can assure you, in the context and frame of things, it was the right to do.
I took her to the hotel, and then suggested she rest for a couple of hours, while I left, as I had things to do. I didn't even kiss her, but stayed for about 5 minutes, used the toilet, and left immediately, giving her a brief hug.
The purpose of this was to get her used to the fact that I had been in her hotel room, and didn't try anything with her.
So, I arrived back at the hotel two hours later, and she opened the door for me, looking sexy and relaxed . . . she had been sleeping!
She got ready, and we went to a Chinese restaurant called 'Cathay Cuisine', for a meal.
Yes, I'll admit it. I paid for the hotel, and I paid for the meal. Again, I am risking accusations of supplication, but I don't agree that it was supplication in this case. It all depends on the context, and the frame. She had spent time and money to fly up to Glasgow to come and see me, so I obviously had enough value in her eyes. To pay for the hotel and dinner was the decent and gentlemanly thing to do.
We were supposed to meet friends in Glasgow, however, we were in Cumbernauld (I left it too late, and all the Glagow hotels were fully booked, the only place I found was in Cumbernauld). So, we sat in the hotel room and watched TV for a bit, as it was too early to head out. I kino escalated, then took away.
This culminated in a kiss, and led to a deep, lingering kiss. Then I broke it off by saying that I was feeling really tired and needed to have a quick kip, and I went and lay on the bed. I said that she was free to join me, as we were going to have a late night, and getting sleep just now would be the sensible thing to do!
She followed suit, but switched the bedside lamp on, as I had switched off the main light. I then switched the tv off, as it was distracting me from sleeping, and a couple of minutes later, I switched the bedside lamp off.
There was a distance between us on the bed, so I mentioned that I was cold (an excuse to cuddle her!). Inevitably, we started kissing and caressing again. I then knew we wouldn't make it to the club that night. I texted my friends . . . and let them know.
She then stopped me . . . and said 'we have to stop', I said 'nothing is going to happen between us tonight, just kissing', then I continued kissing her, and nibbling on her neck, she gave me no resistance, but I could sense her breathing had changed. She switched the bedside lamp on again.
I undid her blouse, and unstrapped her bra to reveal two perked up, pink nipples and a pieced belly button. I proceeded to enjoy her breasts and nipples, then I took my own top off, so that she could feel my body against hers.
I then undid her belt and took off her jeans, and kissed her genitals without removing her panties. To my delight, she was wearing a sexy pair of stockings, and had perfectly pedicured toes . . .
I undressed and we kissed, and her breathing changed, and her face and neck flushed red . . . her tongue went on overdrive inside my mouth, and I knew this was the time to initiate sex.
I took the condom I had placed under the pillow earlier, and put it on, and I slowly penetrated her warm, tight pussy.
It was great, but 40 minutes later she stopped and said 'something's happened'.
I'm like 'what?!'. I withdrew, and she touched her groin . . . blood!!
I thought I had cut myself on her belly button piercing or something. Sounds stupid, but I don't recall exactly what I was thinking.
I was in a bit of a daze, she assured me, it's not you, I think I'm having my period . . . early!
This was the first time I had ever encountered this, and the condom was also covered in blood, as were my testicles!
I went to the bathroom intending to clean myself up, she stopped me and said 'I'm not in pain, lets finish it off'!
This was crazy, and I was in no mood to have sex. But, for some fucked up logic, I agreed, and proceeded to shag her again.
After we had finished, I went straight to the bathroom, and disposed of the condom, and jumped into the shower, and thoroughly cleaned myself. She watched me as I was doing it, constantly apologising.
She washed herself, and cleaned the blood from the sheets, using soap and cold water.
As we lay in bed, watching the Premiership highlights (Portsmouth v Aston Villa) she started crying and said 'I spoiled it for you'. I held her close, reassured her, and told her it wasn't her fault. I vaguely recall her saying 'I will be okay tomorrow'.
We fell asleep, and the next morning, I awoke to the sensation of her licking my balls!! We started fucking again, and she nearly bit my lower lip off, and it felt as if we were in a sauna, because we were both drenched in sweat - must have been the pent up emotion from the night before.
When I came, she wouldn't let me out, and she gazed deeply into my eyes and started saying something in Hungarian, I didn't know what she was saying, but it sounded very sexy!
When we finished, she looked down . . . more blood!!
Fucking hell, back to the bathroom, and we both jumped into the shower, while washing each other, she started singing in Hungarian!
I asked her what she was saying during sex. She told me she was saying 'I love your eyes, I love your lips, I don't know why it's happening so fast, I've never felt like this before'.
We came out, and she washed the sheets again, and we went down to breakfast.
I had two fortune cookies left in my pocket from the Chinese restaurant last night, and I opened the hot brunette waitress with one of them. I said 'tell me what your fortune is'.
She went away with our breakfast order, and came back and said to me 'your talents will be recognised'. That's what her fortune cookie said. From this we chatted about what her 'talents' were! She told me she was an artist.
However, I had temporarily forgotten that I was with this other girl, who was scowling at me from across the breakfast table. When the waitress left, she said 'why were you flirting with that girl when you're with me?'. It told her to relax and said that's the way we do things in Scotland, we're all really friendly to each other.
We had breakfast, and we went upstairs, and she got ready, and applied her makeup and wore smart clothes and Christian Dior sunglasses. What a stunner!
We checked out the hotel, bantered with the receptionist, and went to the petrol station.
We drove to the Burrell Collection, strolled there for a while, I bought her a book called 'the Burrell Collection'!, wrote a personal message for her on the inside cover, then we went for a bite to eat at Fazzi's, an Italian place in the city centre.
By the way, the Burrell Collection is amazing. The artefacts have to be seen. Perfect place for a date.
Anyway, we then drove to the airport, checked her in, and kissed her goodbye.
Before she left, she said, with her eyes glistening with tears 'I know I won't see you again'. I simply said 'I had a lovely time, and you are an amazing woman'.
IceDragon
I met her at the airport, 20 minutes late, as I had slept in, she looked striking, slim, size 10, brunette, with blue eyes, my favourite, I greeted her with a hug, and I drove straight to the hotel I had booked.
I carried her bag for her, and I held the door open for her. Supplication? Some of you are probably thinking that. I can assure you, in the context and frame of things, it was the right to do.
I took her to the hotel, and then suggested she rest for a couple of hours, while I left, as I had things to do. I didn't even kiss her, but stayed for about 5 minutes, used the toilet, and left immediately, giving her a brief hug.
The purpose of this was to get her used to the fact that I had been in her hotel room, and didn't try anything with her.
So, I arrived back at the hotel two hours later, and she opened the door for me, looking sexy and relaxed . . . she had been sleeping!
She got ready, and we went to a Chinese restaurant called 'Cathay Cuisine', for a meal.
Yes, I'll admit it. I paid for the hotel, and I paid for the meal. Again, I am risking accusations of supplication, but I don't agree that it was supplication in this case. It all depends on the context, and the frame. She had spent time and money to fly up to Glasgow to come and see me, so I obviously had enough value in her eyes. To pay for the hotel and dinner was the decent and gentlemanly thing to do.
We were supposed to meet friends in Glasgow, however, we were in Cumbernauld (I left it too late, and all the Glagow hotels were fully booked, the only place I found was in Cumbernauld). So, we sat in the hotel room and watched TV for a bit, as it was too early to head out. I kino escalated, then took away.
This culminated in a kiss, and led to a deep, lingering kiss. Then I broke it off by saying that I was feeling really tired and needed to have a quick kip, and I went and lay on the bed. I said that she was free to join me, as we were going to have a late night, and getting sleep just now would be the sensible thing to do!
She followed suit, but switched the bedside lamp on, as I had switched off the main light. I then switched the tv off, as it was distracting me from sleeping, and a couple of minutes later, I switched the bedside lamp off.
There was a distance between us on the bed, so I mentioned that I was cold (an excuse to cuddle her!). Inevitably, we started kissing and caressing again. I then knew we wouldn't make it to the club that night. I texted my friends . . . and let them know.
She then stopped me . . . and said 'we have to stop', I said 'nothing is going to happen between us tonight, just kissing', then I continued kissing her, and nibbling on her neck, she gave me no resistance, but I could sense her breathing had changed. She switched the bedside lamp on again.
I undid her blouse, and unstrapped her bra to reveal two perked up, pink nipples and a pieced belly button. I proceeded to enjoy her breasts and nipples, then I took my own top off, so that she could feel my body against hers.
I then undid her belt and took off her jeans, and kissed her genitals without removing her panties. To my delight, she was wearing a sexy pair of stockings, and had perfectly pedicured toes . . .
I undressed and we kissed, and her breathing changed, and her face and neck flushed red . . . her tongue went on overdrive inside my mouth, and I knew this was the time to initiate sex.
I took the condom I had placed under the pillow earlier, and put it on, and I slowly penetrated her warm, tight pussy.
It was great, but 40 minutes later she stopped and said 'something's happened'.
I'm like 'what?!'. I withdrew, and she touched her groin . . . blood!!
I thought I had cut myself on her belly button piercing or something. Sounds stupid, but I don't recall exactly what I was thinking.
I was in a bit of a daze, she assured me, it's not you, I think I'm having my period . . . early!
This was the first time I had ever encountered this, and the condom was also covered in blood, as were my testicles!
I went to the bathroom intending to clean myself up, she stopped me and said 'I'm not in pain, lets finish it off'!
This was crazy, and I was in no mood to have sex. But, for some fucked up logic, I agreed, and proceeded to shag her again.
After we had finished, I went straight to the bathroom, and disposed of the condom, and jumped into the shower, and thoroughly cleaned myself. She watched me as I was doing it, constantly apologising.
She washed herself, and cleaned the blood from the sheets, using soap and cold water.
As we lay in bed, watching the Premiership highlights (Portsmouth v Aston Villa) she started crying and said 'I spoiled it for you'. I held her close, reassured her, and told her it wasn't her fault. I vaguely recall her saying 'I will be okay tomorrow'.
We fell asleep, and the next morning, I awoke to the sensation of her licking my balls!! We started fucking again, and she nearly bit my lower lip off, and it felt as if we were in a sauna, because we were both drenched in sweat - must have been the pent up emotion from the night before.
When I came, she wouldn't let me out, and she gazed deeply into my eyes and started saying something in Hungarian, I didn't know what she was saying, but it sounded very sexy!
When we finished, she looked down . . . more blood!!
Fucking hell, back to the bathroom, and we both jumped into the shower, while washing each other, she started singing in Hungarian!
I asked her what she was saying during sex. She told me she was saying 'I love your eyes, I love your lips, I don't know why it's happening so fast, I've never felt like this before'.
We came out, and she washed the sheets again, and we went down to breakfast.
I had two fortune cookies left in my pocket from the Chinese restaurant last night, and I opened the hot brunette waitress with one of them. I said 'tell me what your fortune is'.
She went away with our breakfast order, and came back and said to me 'your talents will be recognised'. That's what her fortune cookie said. From this we chatted about what her 'talents' were! She told me she was an artist.
However, I had temporarily forgotten that I was with this other girl, who was scowling at me from across the breakfast table. When the waitress left, she said 'why were you flirting with that girl when you're with me?'. It told her to relax and said that's the way we do things in Scotland, we're all really friendly to each other.
We had breakfast, and we went upstairs, and she got ready, and applied her makeup and wore smart clothes and Christian Dior sunglasses. What a stunner!
We checked out the hotel, bantered with the receptionist, and went to the petrol station.
We drove to the Burrell Collection, strolled there for a while, I bought her a book called 'the Burrell Collection'!, wrote a personal message for her on the inside cover, then we went for a bite to eat at Fazzi's, an Italian place in the city centre.
By the way, the Burrell Collection is amazing. The artefacts have to be seen. Perfect place for a date.
Anyway, we then drove to the airport, checked her in, and kissed her goodbye.
Before she left, she said, with her eyes glistening with tears 'I know I won't see you again'. I simply said 'I had a lovely time, and you are an amazing woman'.
IceDragon
How to talk to women
Not knowing what to say is a problem every guy has faced when approaching a woman. A tip for you. Instead of thinking of it as ‘approaching a woman’, reframe it in your own mind to starting a conversation.
Starting a conversation should be very natural.
The key here that good conversation is fun. Remember, conversation links people together, and it is the single most important factor in establishing human relations. So, why be so afraid to start a conversation?
In interactions with women you don’t know, you must take the lead. Most people feel inadequate in talking to others. However, you are different from most people. You are men who are empowered with the support of this community.
Conversation, in my opinion, is the art of self-expression. This is your opportunity to tell the world how you feel, let off steam and assert your individuality. Don’t give a damn about what response you may or may not get. Say what you feel, to whom you feel. You don’t need anyone’s permission to talk to them, because you do what you want, when you want.
Think of conversation as therapeutic, like gardening, fish-keeping, painting. It is an art which you will master, with practice, practice, practice and. . . . practice.
Do not worry too much about false openers, and routines. By all means, have a couple stashed away in your head, if you can’t think of anything else, but be observant when you meet a strange woman.
What is she holding? What kind of clothes is she wearing? What kind of mobile phone has she got? These questions can tell a lot about a woman.
Here is an example of what I did at a bookshop once. I was looking at some books, and this girl walked passed me, I said ‘stop’, she stopped and looked at me, then I said ‘you nearly got away there, and I would have lost my chance to talk to you’. She smiled and turned back. I asked her what she did, and then I stopped her before she answered and said ‘wait, let me guess – you’re a psychology student’. She said that I was right, and then asked me how I knew. She had a ‘psychology book in her bag’.
These observational conversation starters can be used in any environment.
With this particular girl, I got her phone number very easily.
IceDragon
Starting a conversation should be very natural.
The key here that good conversation is fun. Remember, conversation links people together, and it is the single most important factor in establishing human relations. So, why be so afraid to start a conversation?
In interactions with women you don’t know, you must take the lead. Most people feel inadequate in talking to others. However, you are different from most people. You are men who are empowered with the support of this community.
Conversation, in my opinion, is the art of self-expression. This is your opportunity to tell the world how you feel, let off steam and assert your individuality. Don’t give a damn about what response you may or may not get. Say what you feel, to whom you feel. You don’t need anyone’s permission to talk to them, because you do what you want, when you want.
Think of conversation as therapeutic, like gardening, fish-keeping, painting. It is an art which you will master, with practice, practice, practice and. . . . practice.
Do not worry too much about false openers, and routines. By all means, have a couple stashed away in your head, if you can’t think of anything else, but be observant when you meet a strange woman.
What is she holding? What kind of clothes is she wearing? What kind of mobile phone has she got? These questions can tell a lot about a woman.
Here is an example of what I did at a bookshop once. I was looking at some books, and this girl walked passed me, I said ‘stop’, she stopped and looked at me, then I said ‘you nearly got away there, and I would have lost my chance to talk to you’. She smiled and turned back. I asked her what she did, and then I stopped her before she answered and said ‘wait, let me guess – you’re a psychology student’. She said that I was right, and then asked me how I knew. She had a ‘psychology book in her bag’.
These observational conversation starters can be used in any environment.
With this particular girl, I got her phone number very easily.
IceDragon
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