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I first met this girl at a house party back in April. She was one of the three hottest girls there. Back then I was an ex-intern and she was an intern (it was an intern party) so I had less social frame - was more of an outsider. We chatted a bit but she seems to have completely forgotten about me.
Fast forward to 7 September at around 8 or 9 p.m., and I bump into her at a square full of bars where yuppies go here on Thursday nights that I've described in my journal before. Now I had more social frame than at that house party, since they've finished their internship (and are now ex-interns) just like me.
Recently I've dialed down the effort I was making to get laid. I've been focusing more on simply enjoying myself, and socializing with fun people.
This turn has been aided by the huge improvements I've seen in my overall state since I realized that for almost a decade I've been under the illusion that there was something structurally wrong with my back when all the physical discomfort I felt was almost 100% psychosomatic. I've been investing a lot of money and time into whipping myself back into shape, with such success that I've been able to get back in the gym, started bench pressing for the first time since 2015 a few weeks ago, am doing pull-ups, push-ups, and KB box squats with sumo DL pattern (will be transitioning to trap bar DL once I reach the requisite weight) and eventually to the squat rack. I started jogging for the first time in 12 years. I've literally come back from the dead.
Back to Thursday 7 September. I'd been at this drinks shindig with the boys and chatting with three hotties. Flirtatious EC was exchanged. I was inches away from SoMe or # closing the baes, but didn't since I thought they'd follow us out, which they said they would but then didn't. So when I bumped into the hottie from the April house party (let's call her Curly-Haired Curvy Brunette HB or CCBHB), I was already in a great mood.
I didn't say I recognized her. Instead, I re-met her from scratch. The conversation was about where she's from, how I plan to visit (and precisely where), what her internship was like, pacing and leading, telling her she's doing great (she managed to get a temporary contract after the internship). Even though we weren't talking about anything explicit, my EC was strong, as was my presence. I also reduced the distance between us and touched her incidentally. Thus, a bubble formed, so much that the guys I was with (from her internship, who she knows) and even the girl she was with, left us alone.
She then left with her girlfriend and I stayed put, chatting with an interesting guy who works for Big Tobacco. Then she returned. And I made my exit as it was getting late (I'm not in my twenties anymore like these kids). I said goodbye to her, and "we should stay in touch" to which she offered me her Instagram, which I took. I had already gone into an unnecessary skirmish with a hottie two nights previously when she'd offered me her insta and I'd requested her WhatsApp instead. No more. She moved in for the cheek kisses and I held her waist while delivering them, while she said "See you soon!" enthusiastically.
Somehow, even though the conversation was simply about work and what we studied (typical comfort fluff) I felt a connection to this girl. I felt like we were mutually attracted to each other. And her enthusiastic “see you soon” made me hit her up on Insta and write that it was wonderful to meet and shortly into the convo tell her we should meet again soon (going straight for the compliance, since she was still being enthusiastic over text) and then propose a drink at a bar at 9 p.m.
Then I almost lost her. We reached the "What day are you free?" point, (it was actually her asking that question) to which I suggested two days and a time, and then she ghosted. As the second of my day suggestions was passing, that day, I texted her (thanks Skippy, cred. TomInHo) "Don't think too hard" with a cheeky smiley to attempt to resurrect the set. And it did! She triple-texted in return. However, she was now suggesting after work instead of the original time I proposed, 9 p.m., albeit without saying so explicitly. (It was wrapped up in her suggestion for us to meet before she went out, so after work).
Here, as before surpassing the hurdle with Skippy/TomInHo's text resurrection tech, the entire edifice hung in the balance. I ended up not responding to her for two straight days while leaving her on read (a big pull). When I finally got back to her, I ignored the after-work suggestion and said I was available last Saturday or next (this) week. To this, she responded the next day saying Saturday she was unavailable but proposing Monday this week. I said, "Sounds good".
This girl was still lukewarm at this point, however.
What clinched the deal was showing up at a house party where, by sheer coincidence, she was at last Saturday and basically ignoring her while chatting to this friendly dude I'd only met once before but with whom I ended up having a really cool conversation (another ex-intern from her batch) and with another girl. I noticed her looking over when I was talking to the girl. (BTW CCBHB greeted me and I said goodbye to her, I just never chatted with her at the party). Being there provided a jealousy plot and also boosted my social frame (it reaffirmed that I am a social guy who knows people she knows).
So we met yesterday at 9.30 p.m. or so where I'd suggested (this quasi-rooftop bar place where I like to go watch the sunset where I've been taking girls recent). She was in a short dress with black boots and a black leather jacket. Fuck she was dressed to kill. Another positive on my side has been that since the beginning of my comprehensive healing process I've started being able to wear proper leather shoes again without discomfort, and heavier jackets, like this pimp-ass jeans jacket I'd bought in 2021 but never been able to use. I was wearing cream-colored khakis, a tight-fitting white tea, a light blue jeans jacket, and brown docksides.
At the bar, she bought an Aperol spritz and I got a beer. I was looking her in the eyes without blinking. We sat at a bench overlooking the view, secluded from the tables. Her knees were touching mine. It took a while for me to start holding her hand (in fact, it was shortly before I finished my beer). Before that, I'd incidentally touched it to see her wrist tattoo, and her neck to see her necklace. As soon as I finished my beer I suggested we get another drink. She thought I meant at the same place and then inquired, "Where?" and I said "Somewhere else, inside" because it was getting chilly.
And because I'd just started holding her hand (and she was holding it back), I was able to hold her hand on the walk to the second bar. At the second bar, I put my arm around her upper back and she put her arm on top of mine. We didn't stay long here, but we were already very close to mine. So I told her "Let's plastic cup these drinks and finish them off on my balcony" to which she said "ok".
By this point, I'd already shown her the view from my balcony (sunset photo) a propos of whatever it is we were talking about (how I was thinking of moving to a different apartment but that I was torn due to the views I have in mine (which is true btw) and that was done early into the date, but not for strategic reasons, it just came up in conversation) and when we were talking about a sauna that our company has and she was saying an acquaintance in common of ours had told her there had been an orgy there with five people, I told her that five was too little for it to count as an orgy, while showing interest in the matter and lack of judgment.
On the walk to mine, I was talking about a certain neighborhood here where a certain nationality of people cluster around, and in that conversation, I mentioned a girl from said nationality that I'd been seeing and how it had been a short-lived affair because there was no passion, she was like a robot.
At mine, this was easily the longest I've had a fresh girl over before smash. Until last night, I'd always followed a philosophy of "once you bring her back to the sex location, you gotta escalate to sex ASAP in order not to lose your manhood" lmfao.
Last night, I could tell she wasn't there yet, so I took it slow. At first, she was sitting on the stool on my balcony, and we were chatting. I then held her by the hand so she would stand up, so I could make out with her. It was a brief kiss with a bit of tongue. Then (another first) she stayed standing and after a little while she held the back of my neck and started making out with me (again, briefly). Then she asked me what I was thinking, to which I said "How cute you are" to which she said "Why?" and I said "I get the impression there is something wild about you" to which she said "I guess it must be the tats" to which I said "tomato tomato" (in a British and American pronunciation - it basically means "apples and oranges") then topped it with "some people have no tats and look super shy and they are actually really wild, they just repress it". At some point before or after these exchanges, she told me that I had an "intense gaze".
Then I brought her inside. She went to the WC. When she came out she sat next to me on my workout bench. Again we chatted, as she sipped her beer. I held her in for another makeout. Then I stood up, took her by the hand, made out, then took her to the bed and threw her on it. Then I switched off the desk light left only the low light of the kitchenette hob on, and closed the balcony window.
I went onto her on the bed and then after a little while she stopped me, saying we should take it slow. I said "ok" and then when I went to finger her she slapped my hand away. So I pulled back and went to get my beer. I sat a bit at the dining table opposite my bed then went to sit next to her on the bed again. And here, amidst some final chit-chat, I delivered the bazooka shot that took her over the edge. She was saying that she takes ketamine but doesn't take MDMA anymore. (BTW she has a few tats, and loves partying. Surprisingly though, considering these chemical habits, she's hot as fuck. Like curvy with a slim waist and bubble butt, but without a gram of flubber or fat. Everything is firm. She has small tits and a pretty face, and beautiful curly light brown hair. Her eyes are green-brown. Her skin is fair). She asked me if I smoked weed, to which I responded that I still do sometimes, and she said she was super addicted to it before so she had had to stop. And here I delivered the bazooka (totally spontaneously - I didn't do anything consciously on this date, I improvised everything) when I said:
"Anything can be addictive. Chocolate can be addictive, alcohol can be addictive, sex can be very addictive." to which she said, "Do you speak from experience?" and I responded "Hi, my name is Bismarck, and I'm an addict." (as if I was at an AA meeting, so not denying her). Then I delivered Teevster's patented sexual prizing formula: "I guess it depends on the sex." (pause while she agrees) "I don't just like sex, I like good sex". I started massaging her neck (she was still sitting next to me) and then slowly she got into it and then the dress came off and then I slowly started foreplay, kissing her and fondling her petite perky breasts, before I slowly started fingering her, and all of a sudden she was in a trance and then we had really enjoyable sex.
After I came I immediately got off her and went to throw the condom away. When I came back I sat on the bed and offered her some water. This was also the first time I did this. The suggestion came from POB (thanks man) to send the fuck buddy signals and the "not looking for emotional attachment, non-needy" signals. She got the message and then visited the loo to piss (she was about to cum when I jizzed into the condom, though she'd already been having lots of mini-orgasms, and was wet af) and when she came back started putting her clothes on. I called her an Uber and went to walk her to it. I was holding her waist on the way there when she said “I wasn’t expecting that to happen,” to which I replied “me neither - I was just going with the flow.” Once there, she said "Thank you" when she kissed me in the mouth goodbye with a smile.
This girl is a lot of fun and an animal (also because I framed it as being what I like I suppose) in bed and considerably hotter than the other one I'm currently smashing, let's call her my "bottom bitch" (the other one), so I'm happy. Even if she ghosts forever, it was an unforgettable night. But she's already agreed that we should do it again, so it may happen that she joins my stable.
Though it may seem from the above that this was a done deal, I never felt I had her until my pipi was inside her. Even when I restarted escalation at the end I thought more resistance was coming, and was pleasantly surprised when it didn’t. Throughout the entire date, I just made sure to keep moving things along, despite everything. I didn’t record much of what I said, but basically I was connecting with her, following Chase’s SAC model. I had similarity and compliance; arousal was the final piece to close.
Looking ahead the main thing to keep in mind will be doing my best to avoid giving this girl special treatment just because she’s hot, especially considering her chemical habits and body art.
Fast forward to 7 September at around 8 or 9 p.m., and I bump into her at a square full of bars where yuppies go here on Thursday nights that I've described in my journal before. Now I had more social frame than at that house party, since they've finished their internship (and are now ex-interns) just like me.
Recently I've dialed down the effort I was making to get laid. I've been focusing more on simply enjoying myself, and socializing with fun people.
This turn has been aided by the huge improvements I've seen in my overall state since I realized that for almost a decade I've been under the illusion that there was something structurally wrong with my back when all the physical discomfort I felt was almost 100% psychosomatic. I've been investing a lot of money and time into whipping myself back into shape, with such success that I've been able to get back in the gym, started bench pressing for the first time since 2015 a few weeks ago, am doing pull-ups, push-ups, and KB box squats with sumo DL pattern (will be transitioning to trap bar DL once I reach the requisite weight) and eventually to the squat rack. I started jogging for the first time in 12 years. I've literally come back from the dead.
Back to Thursday 7 September. I'd been at this drinks shindig with the boys and chatting with three hotties. Flirtatious EC was exchanged. I was inches away from SoMe or # closing the baes, but didn't since I thought they'd follow us out, which they said they would but then didn't. So when I bumped into the hottie from the April house party (let's call her Curly-Haired Curvy Brunette HB or CCBHB), I was already in a great mood.
I didn't say I recognized her. Instead, I re-met her from scratch. The conversation was about where she's from, how I plan to visit (and precisely where), what her internship was like, pacing and leading, telling her she's doing great (she managed to get a temporary contract after the internship). Even though we weren't talking about anything explicit, my EC was strong, as was my presence. I also reduced the distance between us and touched her incidentally. Thus, a bubble formed, so much that the guys I was with (from her internship, who she knows) and even the girl she was with, left us alone.
She then left with her girlfriend and I stayed put, chatting with an interesting guy who works for Big Tobacco. Then she returned. And I made my exit as it was getting late (I'm not in my twenties anymore like these kids). I said goodbye to her, and "we should stay in touch" to which she offered me her Instagram, which I took. I had already gone into an unnecessary skirmish with a hottie two nights previously when she'd offered me her insta and I'd requested her WhatsApp instead. No more. She moved in for the cheek kisses and I held her waist while delivering them, while she said "See you soon!" enthusiastically.
Somehow, even though the conversation was simply about work and what we studied (typical comfort fluff) I felt a connection to this girl. I felt like we were mutually attracted to each other. And her enthusiastic “see you soon” made me hit her up on Insta and write that it was wonderful to meet and shortly into the convo tell her we should meet again soon (going straight for the compliance, since she was still being enthusiastic over text) and then propose a drink at a bar at 9 p.m.
Then I almost lost her. We reached the "What day are you free?" point, (it was actually her asking that question) to which I suggested two days and a time, and then she ghosted. As the second of my day suggestions was passing, that day, I texted her (thanks Skippy, cred. TomInHo) "Don't think too hard" with a cheeky smiley to attempt to resurrect the set. And it did! She triple-texted in return. However, she was now suggesting after work instead of the original time I proposed, 9 p.m., albeit without saying so explicitly. (It was wrapped up in her suggestion for us to meet before she went out, so after work).
Here, as before surpassing the hurdle with Skippy/TomInHo's text resurrection tech, the entire edifice hung in the balance. I ended up not responding to her for two straight days while leaving her on read (a big pull). When I finally got back to her, I ignored the after-work suggestion and said I was available last Saturday or next (this) week. To this, she responded the next day saying Saturday she was unavailable but proposing Monday this week. I said, "Sounds good".
This girl was still lukewarm at this point, however.
What clinched the deal was showing up at a house party where, by sheer coincidence, she was at last Saturday and basically ignoring her while chatting to this friendly dude I'd only met once before but with whom I ended up having a really cool conversation (another ex-intern from her batch) and with another girl. I noticed her looking over when I was talking to the girl. (BTW CCBHB greeted me and I said goodbye to her, I just never chatted with her at the party). Being there provided a jealousy plot and also boosted my social frame (it reaffirmed that I am a social guy who knows people she knows).
So we met yesterday at 9.30 p.m. or so where I'd suggested (this quasi-rooftop bar place where I like to go watch the sunset where I've been taking girls recent). She was in a short dress with black boots and a black leather jacket. Fuck she was dressed to kill. Another positive on my side has been that since the beginning of my comprehensive healing process I've started being able to wear proper leather shoes again without discomfort, and heavier jackets, like this pimp-ass jeans jacket I'd bought in 2021 but never been able to use. I was wearing cream-colored khakis, a tight-fitting white tea, a light blue jeans jacket, and brown docksides.
At the bar, she bought an Aperol spritz and I got a beer. I was looking her in the eyes without blinking. We sat at a bench overlooking the view, secluded from the tables. Her knees were touching mine. It took a while for me to start holding her hand (in fact, it was shortly before I finished my beer). Before that, I'd incidentally touched it to see her wrist tattoo, and her neck to see her necklace. As soon as I finished my beer I suggested we get another drink. She thought I meant at the same place and then inquired, "Where?" and I said "Somewhere else, inside" because it was getting chilly.
And because I'd just started holding her hand (and she was holding it back), I was able to hold her hand on the walk to the second bar. At the second bar, I put my arm around her upper back and she put her arm on top of mine. We didn't stay long here, but we were already very close to mine. So I told her "Let's plastic cup these drinks and finish them off on my balcony" to which she said "ok".
By this point, I'd already shown her the view from my balcony (sunset photo) a propos of whatever it is we were talking about (how I was thinking of moving to a different apartment but that I was torn due to the views I have in mine (which is true btw) and that was done early into the date, but not for strategic reasons, it just came up in conversation) and when we were talking about a sauna that our company has and she was saying an acquaintance in common of ours had told her there had been an orgy there with five people, I told her that five was too little for it to count as an orgy, while showing interest in the matter and lack of judgment.
On the walk to mine, I was talking about a certain neighborhood here where a certain nationality of people cluster around, and in that conversation, I mentioned a girl from said nationality that I'd been seeing and how it had been a short-lived affair because there was no passion, she was like a robot.
At mine, this was easily the longest I've had a fresh girl over before smash. Until last night, I'd always followed a philosophy of "once you bring her back to the sex location, you gotta escalate to sex ASAP in order not to lose your manhood" lmfao.
Last night, I could tell she wasn't there yet, so I took it slow. At first, she was sitting on the stool on my balcony, and we were chatting. I then held her by the hand so she would stand up, so I could make out with her. It was a brief kiss with a bit of tongue. Then (another first) she stayed standing and after a little while she held the back of my neck and started making out with me (again, briefly). Then she asked me what I was thinking, to which I said "How cute you are" to which she said "Why?" and I said "I get the impression there is something wild about you" to which she said "I guess it must be the tats" to which I said "tomato tomato" (in a British and American pronunciation - it basically means "apples and oranges") then topped it with "some people have no tats and look super shy and they are actually really wild, they just repress it". At some point before or after these exchanges, she told me that I had an "intense gaze".
Then I brought her inside. She went to the WC. When she came out she sat next to me on my workout bench. Again we chatted, as she sipped her beer. I held her in for another makeout. Then I stood up, took her by the hand, made out, then took her to the bed and threw her on it. Then I switched off the desk light left only the low light of the kitchenette hob on, and closed the balcony window.
I went onto her on the bed and then after a little while she stopped me, saying we should take it slow. I said "ok" and then when I went to finger her she slapped my hand away. So I pulled back and went to get my beer. I sat a bit at the dining table opposite my bed then went to sit next to her on the bed again. And here, amidst some final chit-chat, I delivered the bazooka shot that took her over the edge. She was saying that she takes ketamine but doesn't take MDMA anymore. (BTW she has a few tats, and loves partying. Surprisingly though, considering these chemical habits, she's hot as fuck. Like curvy with a slim waist and bubble butt, but without a gram of flubber or fat. Everything is firm. She has small tits and a pretty face, and beautiful curly light brown hair. Her eyes are green-brown. Her skin is fair). She asked me if I smoked weed, to which I responded that I still do sometimes, and she said she was super addicted to it before so she had had to stop. And here I delivered the bazooka (totally spontaneously - I didn't do anything consciously on this date, I improvised everything) when I said:
"Anything can be addictive. Chocolate can be addictive, alcohol can be addictive, sex can be very addictive." to which she said, "Do you speak from experience?" and I responded "Hi, my name is Bismarck, and I'm an addict." (as if I was at an AA meeting, so not denying her). Then I delivered Teevster's patented sexual prizing formula: "I guess it depends on the sex." (pause while she agrees) "I don't just like sex, I like good sex". I started massaging her neck (she was still sitting next to me) and then slowly she got into it and then the dress came off and then I slowly started foreplay, kissing her and fondling her petite perky breasts, before I slowly started fingering her, and all of a sudden she was in a trance and then we had really enjoyable sex.
After I came I immediately got off her and went to throw the condom away. When I came back I sat on the bed and offered her some water. This was also the first time I did this. The suggestion came from POB (thanks man) to send the fuck buddy signals and the "not looking for emotional attachment, non-needy" signals. She got the message and then visited the loo to piss (she was about to cum when I jizzed into the condom, though she'd already been having lots of mini-orgasms, and was wet af) and when she came back started putting her clothes on. I called her an Uber and went to walk her to it. I was holding her waist on the way there when she said “I wasn’t expecting that to happen,” to which I replied “me neither - I was just going with the flow.” Once there, she said "Thank you" when she kissed me in the mouth goodbye with a smile.
This girl is a lot of fun and an animal (also because I framed it as being what I like I suppose) in bed and considerably hotter than the other one I'm currently smashing, let's call her my "bottom bitch" (the other one), so I'm happy. Even if she ghosts forever, it was an unforgettable night. But she's already agreed that we should do it again, so it may happen that she joins my stable.
Though it may seem from the above that this was a done deal, I never felt I had her until my pipi was inside her. Even when I restarted escalation at the end I thought more resistance was coming, and was pleasantly surprised when it didn’t. Throughout the entire date, I just made sure to keep moving things along, despite everything. I didn’t record much of what I said, but basically I was connecting with her, following Chase’s SAC model. I had similarity and compliance; arousal was the final piece to close.
Looking ahead the main thing to keep in mind will be doing my best to avoid giving this girl special treatment just because she’s hot, especially considering her chemical habits and body art.
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