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So this a continuation of that same week I posted my previous LR from, just before I was moving out of the city I was living in America. I met this girl the very next day.
I was walking around downtown by the water on a very popular trail talking with someone I work with on the phone. I like to walk around with my shirt off to get outside, exercise, sun, and see who I meet. I’ve laid girls off this walking path before.
About 15 minutes into my loop, the whole thing is about 45, I see two girls up in front of me and immediately have my eye on one. She’s wearing yoga pants and has a fat ass, long nice hair, and is either white or Latina but has tattoos. There are lots of people around and as I was nearing them I ended up taking a slightly different route that meets back up with the same trail. I’m still on the phone. I was getting nervous because I knew that I was going to have to make this approach. I saw the girls front and she looked hot as fuck in a semi-trash but also clean way and she has huge tits which I could tell were fake. That isn’t normally my thing but I was extremely motivated to go for this girl.
I ended up meeting back into that next trail ahead of them and was about 30 or 40 yards ahead when I decided to stop still talking on the phone because I knew they were coming up. When they were about 10 yards behind me I put the phone down (call still active) stopped, turned around, walking slightly towards them, and said excuse me (pause, looking her dead in the eyes with a big smile) I saw you when we were walking on the bridge back there (I’m taking my time saying what I’m saying) and I wanted to tell you that I absolutely love your look. And then I stopped and waiting to see what she said.
She was short, hot, and really fucking sweaty. She smiled and laughed and said that’s wild because she looked disgusting “right now.” Which, upon looking, she really was sweaty. But she was flattered and introduced myself to her and to her friend as well, who was smiling.
I responded by saying “ah, so it only gets better from here then?” And they laughed and I talked with the three of them, talking about how they’d both recently moved to the city and about it and were they like to go out. I talked to them about how I was leaving and we were all talking in a group but I made sure to ask the girl I was hitting on direct questions while we were all together. Her friend was not getting in the way literally at all, if anything helping, which has been happening to me a lot more recently and that’s awesome.
We continued to walk and were all going the same way. This was Friday and so I loosely floated the idea of us going to the pool at my apartment complex later in the afternoon. As we were partying I doubled down by telling her she was super cute. I knew she was skeptical of me being a player in this way but also she respected it. She knew there was no future given I was leaving. There was light teasing and touching, kind of like nudging on the arms as we walked before, but I can’t really remember exactly what was said. I got her number and let them go. I was excited.
She wasn’t very communicative over text that day, saying she took a nap, but we confirmed to grab drinks together the next night. She was extremely agreeable over text.
We met at a nice dive bar type of place around an 8 minute drive from my house on Saturday night at 9:30 PM. I was waiting at a high top table with a beer for about 20 minutes for her, legitimately nervous. She finally walked in wearing a form fitting light blue dress that made her look legitimately hot as fuck. Upon having sex with her and further review I retrospectively give her an 8.5, but at that moment I thought she was easily a 9.
I walked towards the door and met her and gave her a hug. She started talking confidently immediately, saying shit that I can’t really remember, and just took over the conversation. I was kind of on my back foot and in more of a chill mood and honestly in the beginning of the date I was thinking I wasn’t going to get it. She was so confident and talkative and really didn’t have much opportunity to lead at all. I felt like I had to tease her to cover some ground, so to speak.
Let me slightly back up. We grabbed drinks at the bar which I paid for, both of us gettin IPAs. The bar was dark and louder than I remember and we took them from the bar to the back which was like a group of small tables meant for couples up against a long wall which functioned as a booth. I proposed we both sit together in the booth side but she didn’t seem thrilled about that. She did, but then audible to sitting in the chair because she didn’t feel comfortable with turning her head to talk to me. Looking back it kind of rattled me and I took it as a sign of lack of interest - maybe she thought I was hotter when we met because I was confident but now that I was kind of timid and thrown off by her beauty she wasn’t interested? I was getting in my head.
To make matters worse, or better?, I commented on her liking IPAs and how she was from California and asked her “Oh, you like (certain beer which I’m not going to name)? Right?” Acting excited.
No, she told me. I had 100% confused her with somebody else. Another chick. This rattled me more and she laughed at this and I commented out loud about how this was a fantastic start.
We talked about whatever and I just stayed in the pocket, as I like to say, engaging and trying to gain momentum and getting her talking, not trying to seem rattled. Me being as unfazed as I could be, while still being apologetic in a respectful type of sense which seemed necessary, I think ended up helping me but it could have hurt me if I’d handled it wrong my either going overly player or overly apologetic.
There wasn’t much notable action in the conversation. We talked about how she liked watching sports and also music. I challenged her a little bit on both of these maybe a little bit too hard - teasing wise - which was a product of my nervous. I make that mistake with very hot girls sometimes. I was rendered pretty chill by my timidness but it may have come off as confidence to her and so we kept talking. At some point we kind of broke through, getting along. It was almost as if we were friends talking, though there was some sexual attraction. Looking back, I think she came into this knowing that if I was cool and hot as she hoped there was no future and we were just going to fuck. She had no reason to put up an act and so she was enjoying herself and talking and really not challenging me much. She was confident enough to know I was down to fuck her.
I began deep diving her about her past relationships, which some people say not to do but I actually like to do, and found out that she was living with a guy for a number of years and they broke up about six months ago. She said that she hadn’t gone on dates or had sex since. She was absolutely devastated and that was part of her real reason to moving to this city. I empathized with her and we began to talk more and more about personal stuff. I ended up getting us more beers and we moved outside to sit on the patio because it was loud in there.
We sat at a small picnic table across from each other and I got some real deep diving in. She talked about how she wasn’t close with her dad but was very close with her mom and her younger sister was the opposite. She talked about how that bothered her but she seemed to be smart and had made peace with it all. I held her hand as we talked and kind of using that emotion to transition back into comfortability and also accompanying attraction as physical touch began to come. She then took control of the conversation again asking me questions about me, which I answered honestly, vulnerably, and nonchalantly. It think all my nonchalantness in the interaction came off as confident to her but in reality I was somewhat subdued by being nervous.
The second IPA for each of us helped everything, and the conversation carried on and we both actually began to have fun. The touch was short lived but after a few more minutes of talking I looked her straight in the eyes and speaking slowly and deliberately asked her if she wanted to come back to my place to listen to music (something we’d been talking about) and drink wine ( something she said she liked after I’d asked her and commented on her liking IPAs being unusual for a girl.) She agreed without protest but made sure to hold eye contact with me, as if to see if I’d blink away. I kept the eye contact without doing anything more than lightly, mischievously smiling with my eyes.
We left the bar and walked to her car. She’d driven instead of Uber. She asked me to drive. She gave me the keys and I didn’t open her passenger door for her which she commented on. I said something lame like how “Oh, I’m normally good at that” which was lame but I also feel like I struck the same positive line of being apologetic but not unphased.
On the way home we listened to my favorite band because I insisted I wanted to show her some songs when we went back and she took the lead in the car playing the music. As we were nearing it she said she wanted to get another beer before we arrived. we were talking about it as we pulled into the parking spot and she said, “is that okay?” In a way, sweetly pleading with me. I acted like I was really considering it, smiling, playing into her need to beg me for that permission, but I decided sure. We walked to a bar next door which ended up being lame as fuck and talked more.
She was being very sweet, seemingly already having made the decision that we were going to have sex, but asked me an interesting question in there, wondering “Would you have sex with any girl if they were really hot, regardless of their personality, like even if you guys didn’t get along at all?” I responded by really thinking about it, seemingly not acknowledging that the answer could have an outcome on her opinion of me, and said that honestly I wouldn’t say any girl, but I really don’t often get together with girls who I don’t vibe with because it just doesn’t happen, and I don’t vibe with everybody. She then asked me if this was going as well as I thought it was going to (our date) and I think I said that it’s going better but I assumed it would go well because I liked her vibe in the beginning. She also made a comment about how her and her friend had joked before about how I’m probably going up to every hot girl and telling them I’m leaving so I could hook up with them. I laughed that off. Her objections/challenges were half assed throughout the date, as if she didn’t have the courage to fully chllanege me, and so I shrugged them off.
After sitting there and drinking and her dilly dallying with her beer I told her that it’s time to go and to drink her beer. She drank a bit and had me drink the rest and so we walked back to my place, arm in arm. When we got in the elevator we got close to eachother and she looked up to me wanting to kiss me but I simply stared down at her, squeezing her fat ass, and got really close to looking into her eyes without giving her the kiss she wanted. We got back to my place and I poured some red wine like we’d discussed. She sat and I sat and I gave her the glass which she sipped and then put down, and then I strongly went into her, kissing her and then pulling back, grabbing the back of her hair and staying at her without breaking eye contact. She came onto me, wanting to kiss more, and so I stood up and brought her into my room. “What about the wine, she asked?” And I just smiled and continued to pull her into my dark room.
We passionately made out on the bed, disrobing, and I got her naked first which is what I always do, touching her and making her feel good. I then stood up off the bed, my shirt off which she had taken off but pants still on, and instructed her authoritatively to take my pants off. She sat on the edge of the bed as I stood, looking down at her, and she took my pants off with pleasure. This always ends up with the girl giving you a blowjob without you having to ask which is my go to move. She did but I didn’t let her do it for long because I wanted to have sex. We ended up having crazy sex. Her tits looked really good for fake tits but still large and fake, and her toned body and big ass and tattoos really turned me on. She had a ton of energy. We had good sex, cuddled, listened to music, and enjoyed the time. It was really, really enjoyable. The sex and interaction and all of it.
Keys to the lay - She made comments about how “of course” I’m leaving and how she always picked the wrong guys. Me leaving really gave me the opportunity to have solely the lover, just for fun, frame, and I genuinely think I wouldn’t have been able to fuck the first night had I been a potential boyfriend candidate for her. It was as if she thought I was hot, respected me, felt comfortable, and hadn’t had sex in a long time and so was just taking her chance to have this enjoying time.
I also think that while I was really not confident in the beginning, I didn't eject out of fear or try to be agreeable or anything to get the date going better which would lose me attraction. I stayed chill and powered through, not impatient to regain control but maintaining the appearance of being unfazed by everything. At the end of date she talked about how she loved my vibe so much and how I was "just so chill and cool." Cool thing is that I was able to stay this way by being myself. Not OVERDOING anything was the key.
I was walking around downtown by the water on a very popular trail talking with someone I work with on the phone. I like to walk around with my shirt off to get outside, exercise, sun, and see who I meet. I’ve laid girls off this walking path before.
About 15 minutes into my loop, the whole thing is about 45, I see two girls up in front of me and immediately have my eye on one. She’s wearing yoga pants and has a fat ass, long nice hair, and is either white or Latina but has tattoos. There are lots of people around and as I was nearing them I ended up taking a slightly different route that meets back up with the same trail. I’m still on the phone. I was getting nervous because I knew that I was going to have to make this approach. I saw the girls front and she looked hot as fuck in a semi-trash but also clean way and she has huge tits which I could tell were fake. That isn’t normally my thing but I was extremely motivated to go for this girl.
I ended up meeting back into that next trail ahead of them and was about 30 or 40 yards ahead when I decided to stop still talking on the phone because I knew they were coming up. When they were about 10 yards behind me I put the phone down (call still active) stopped, turned around, walking slightly towards them, and said excuse me (pause, looking her dead in the eyes with a big smile) I saw you when we were walking on the bridge back there (I’m taking my time saying what I’m saying) and I wanted to tell you that I absolutely love your look. And then I stopped and waiting to see what she said.
She was short, hot, and really fucking sweaty. She smiled and laughed and said that’s wild because she looked disgusting “right now.” Which, upon looking, she really was sweaty. But she was flattered and introduced myself to her and to her friend as well, who was smiling.
I responded by saying “ah, so it only gets better from here then?” And they laughed and I talked with the three of them, talking about how they’d both recently moved to the city and about it and were they like to go out. I talked to them about how I was leaving and we were all talking in a group but I made sure to ask the girl I was hitting on direct questions while we were all together. Her friend was not getting in the way literally at all, if anything helping, which has been happening to me a lot more recently and that’s awesome.
We continued to walk and were all going the same way. This was Friday and so I loosely floated the idea of us going to the pool at my apartment complex later in the afternoon. As we were partying I doubled down by telling her she was super cute. I knew she was skeptical of me being a player in this way but also she respected it. She knew there was no future given I was leaving. There was light teasing and touching, kind of like nudging on the arms as we walked before, but I can’t really remember exactly what was said. I got her number and let them go. I was excited.
She wasn’t very communicative over text that day, saying she took a nap, but we confirmed to grab drinks together the next night. She was extremely agreeable over text.
We met at a nice dive bar type of place around an 8 minute drive from my house on Saturday night at 9:30 PM. I was waiting at a high top table with a beer for about 20 minutes for her, legitimately nervous. She finally walked in wearing a form fitting light blue dress that made her look legitimately hot as fuck. Upon having sex with her and further review I retrospectively give her an 8.5, but at that moment I thought she was easily a 9.
I walked towards the door and met her and gave her a hug. She started talking confidently immediately, saying shit that I can’t really remember, and just took over the conversation. I was kind of on my back foot and in more of a chill mood and honestly in the beginning of the date I was thinking I wasn’t going to get it. She was so confident and talkative and really didn’t have much opportunity to lead at all. I felt like I had to tease her to cover some ground, so to speak.
Let me slightly back up. We grabbed drinks at the bar which I paid for, both of us gettin IPAs. The bar was dark and louder than I remember and we took them from the bar to the back which was like a group of small tables meant for couples up against a long wall which functioned as a booth. I proposed we both sit together in the booth side but she didn’t seem thrilled about that. She did, but then audible to sitting in the chair because she didn’t feel comfortable with turning her head to talk to me. Looking back it kind of rattled me and I took it as a sign of lack of interest - maybe she thought I was hotter when we met because I was confident but now that I was kind of timid and thrown off by her beauty she wasn’t interested? I was getting in my head.
To make matters worse, or better?, I commented on her liking IPAs and how she was from California and asked her “Oh, you like (certain beer which I’m not going to name)? Right?” Acting excited.
No, she told me. I had 100% confused her with somebody else. Another chick. This rattled me more and she laughed at this and I commented out loud about how this was a fantastic start.
We talked about whatever and I just stayed in the pocket, as I like to say, engaging and trying to gain momentum and getting her talking, not trying to seem rattled. Me being as unfazed as I could be, while still being apologetic in a respectful type of sense which seemed necessary, I think ended up helping me but it could have hurt me if I’d handled it wrong my either going overly player or overly apologetic.
There wasn’t much notable action in the conversation. We talked about how she liked watching sports and also music. I challenged her a little bit on both of these maybe a little bit too hard - teasing wise - which was a product of my nervous. I make that mistake with very hot girls sometimes. I was rendered pretty chill by my timidness but it may have come off as confidence to her and so we kept talking. At some point we kind of broke through, getting along. It was almost as if we were friends talking, though there was some sexual attraction. Looking back, I think she came into this knowing that if I was cool and hot as she hoped there was no future and we were just going to fuck. She had no reason to put up an act and so she was enjoying herself and talking and really not challenging me much. She was confident enough to know I was down to fuck her.
I began deep diving her about her past relationships, which some people say not to do but I actually like to do, and found out that she was living with a guy for a number of years and they broke up about six months ago. She said that she hadn’t gone on dates or had sex since. She was absolutely devastated and that was part of her real reason to moving to this city. I empathized with her and we began to talk more and more about personal stuff. I ended up getting us more beers and we moved outside to sit on the patio because it was loud in there.
We sat at a small picnic table across from each other and I got some real deep diving in. She talked about how she wasn’t close with her dad but was very close with her mom and her younger sister was the opposite. She talked about how that bothered her but she seemed to be smart and had made peace with it all. I held her hand as we talked and kind of using that emotion to transition back into comfortability and also accompanying attraction as physical touch began to come. She then took control of the conversation again asking me questions about me, which I answered honestly, vulnerably, and nonchalantly. It think all my nonchalantness in the interaction came off as confident to her but in reality I was somewhat subdued by being nervous.
The second IPA for each of us helped everything, and the conversation carried on and we both actually began to have fun. The touch was short lived but after a few more minutes of talking I looked her straight in the eyes and speaking slowly and deliberately asked her if she wanted to come back to my place to listen to music (something we’d been talking about) and drink wine ( something she said she liked after I’d asked her and commented on her liking IPAs being unusual for a girl.) She agreed without protest but made sure to hold eye contact with me, as if to see if I’d blink away. I kept the eye contact without doing anything more than lightly, mischievously smiling with my eyes.
We left the bar and walked to her car. She’d driven instead of Uber. She asked me to drive. She gave me the keys and I didn’t open her passenger door for her which she commented on. I said something lame like how “Oh, I’m normally good at that” which was lame but I also feel like I struck the same positive line of being apologetic but not unphased.
On the way home we listened to my favorite band because I insisted I wanted to show her some songs when we went back and she took the lead in the car playing the music. As we were nearing it she said she wanted to get another beer before we arrived. we were talking about it as we pulled into the parking spot and she said, “is that okay?” In a way, sweetly pleading with me. I acted like I was really considering it, smiling, playing into her need to beg me for that permission, but I decided sure. We walked to a bar next door which ended up being lame as fuck and talked more.
She was being very sweet, seemingly already having made the decision that we were going to have sex, but asked me an interesting question in there, wondering “Would you have sex with any girl if they were really hot, regardless of their personality, like even if you guys didn’t get along at all?” I responded by really thinking about it, seemingly not acknowledging that the answer could have an outcome on her opinion of me, and said that honestly I wouldn’t say any girl, but I really don’t often get together with girls who I don’t vibe with because it just doesn’t happen, and I don’t vibe with everybody. She then asked me if this was going as well as I thought it was going to (our date) and I think I said that it’s going better but I assumed it would go well because I liked her vibe in the beginning. She also made a comment about how her and her friend had joked before about how I’m probably going up to every hot girl and telling them I’m leaving so I could hook up with them. I laughed that off. Her objections/challenges were half assed throughout the date, as if she didn’t have the courage to fully chllanege me, and so I shrugged them off.
After sitting there and drinking and her dilly dallying with her beer I told her that it’s time to go and to drink her beer. She drank a bit and had me drink the rest and so we walked back to my place, arm in arm. When we got in the elevator we got close to eachother and she looked up to me wanting to kiss me but I simply stared down at her, squeezing her fat ass, and got really close to looking into her eyes without giving her the kiss she wanted. We got back to my place and I poured some red wine like we’d discussed. She sat and I sat and I gave her the glass which she sipped and then put down, and then I strongly went into her, kissing her and then pulling back, grabbing the back of her hair and staying at her without breaking eye contact. She came onto me, wanting to kiss more, and so I stood up and brought her into my room. “What about the wine, she asked?” And I just smiled and continued to pull her into my dark room.
We passionately made out on the bed, disrobing, and I got her naked first which is what I always do, touching her and making her feel good. I then stood up off the bed, my shirt off which she had taken off but pants still on, and instructed her authoritatively to take my pants off. She sat on the edge of the bed as I stood, looking down at her, and she took my pants off with pleasure. This always ends up with the girl giving you a blowjob without you having to ask which is my go to move. She did but I didn’t let her do it for long because I wanted to have sex. We ended up having crazy sex. Her tits looked really good for fake tits but still large and fake, and her toned body and big ass and tattoos really turned me on. She had a ton of energy. We had good sex, cuddled, listened to music, and enjoyed the time. It was really, really enjoyable. The sex and interaction and all of it.
Keys to the lay - She made comments about how “of course” I’m leaving and how she always picked the wrong guys. Me leaving really gave me the opportunity to have solely the lover, just for fun, frame, and I genuinely think I wouldn’t have been able to fuck the first night had I been a potential boyfriend candidate for her. It was as if she thought I was hot, respected me, felt comfortable, and hadn’t had sex in a long time and so was just taking her chance to have this enjoying time.
I also think that while I was really not confident in the beginning, I didn't eject out of fear or try to be agreeable or anything to get the date going better which would lose me attraction. I stayed chill and powered through, not impatient to regain control but maintaining the appearance of being unfazed by everything. At the end of date she talked about how she loved my vibe so much and how I was "just so chill and cool." Cool thing is that I was able to stay this way by being myself. Not OVERDOING anything was the key.
