- Joined
- Nov 16, 2024
- Messages
- 28
This one is from last Saturday.
Now, from the start I really wasn’t feeling it. I was spazzed out on energy drinks and I did not see much quality girls worth approaching. However, this natural would just lean on the wall and get approached like two or three times in the span of about an hour, until he finally met a girl he liked. For comparison, I only got approached once by a semi-attractive girl and I had one whale bumping into me wanting me to approach, which I tried to avoid.
Now, this got me thinking. The natural isn’t particularly attractive, however he has that, what I call, standard player fit that I bet most guys here know it works, and wear it frequently. And that is: dress shirt, jeans, coat, dress shoes and he was wearing like a black cowboy hat to top it off.
I bounce to this other place, walk around for a bit looking for sets, it was getting pretty late (it was around 2am most bars close here at 3am) and then decide to just call it a night and go home. Luckily, I live pretty close to the bars, my logistics are solid, so it only takes me a few minutes to get there.
Quick guide on how to bounce back:
This hasn’t been the first time I went home, chilled for a while and then went back out. It really helps me recollect my bearings. It really works for me and I recommend it if you live close by, or have quiet place you can go to away from the action, that’s not the club bathroom or something. Just doing something else and changing the clothes can really do wonders to take me out of a negative thought loop. And this is good because…
An opener starts to bubble up in my mind from all the infield I saw.
She was wearing an orange dress.
BOOM! Open.
“Hey, I am sorry, but you look adorable! You are like a pomegranate.”
“Hehe, thaaank you.”
So I immediately start giving her sexual EC and fluff talking just to keep the conversation going and establish some familiarity.
At a certain point I felt I had to bounce her, cause it was getting too late for us to be just standing in the street talking. It felt right.
“Hey you want to grab some drinks? I am right here.”
“Sure.”
I walk her to my apartment while I am making sure to talk some gibberish just to kill the awkwardness, but then I think to myself:
“Wait a second Vibe. This was TOO easy. Is she… Is she a working girl? Oh, fuck.”
The moment I put in the code to the building, and we walk in, she turns around to me and says:
“Ok, where is the bar?”
“Oh, there is no bar here, I just live here. Let’s go up for drinks.”
“No. Please. Can we go?”
“I mean, we CAN go to a bar if you feel uncomfortable, there is this afterparty place right next to my street.”
“Ok, let’s go.”
I think: “Well, at least I know she is not a working girl. Phew.”
So, I take her to the afterparty place that is one street away. It’s like a three-story rock bar with pool tables. Very chill place.
Unfortunately, the only seats available are those long chairs next to a small round table so we sit there.
Here are some gambits I ran on her:
Warped’s – I am a virgin and ordained minister and you are trying to seduce me
Teevster’s – Doesn’t it suck that a man who sleeps a lot is a player but a girl is considered a slut (I find this one super easy to transition too by talking about how some countries have a more liberal culture while others have a more conservative one)
Basic comfort building through establishing familiarity and exchanging logical information about each other. “What do you do?” “Any brothers and sisters?” etc.
They all worked very well, but this is the one I developed on accident…
So, I just started spamming and repeating “Big dick” in her language.
Then I flipped it around on her and said: “So you see me and you instantly think off “Big dick” (in her language)”.
“Noooo, you asked me to teach you that.” (playful/smiley)
“Nuh-uh. You saw me and instantly thought to yourself, this guy equals “Big dick” oh, you dirty girl.”
Then, I kept that going for a while.
This got her asking me about my dick. Is it big? How thick it is? Etc.
She also pulled out an image on her phone on what she considered to be a big dick.
I kind of stumbled into this gambit. But it gets her thinking about dick, about MY dick, and by blaming her I establish a soft chase frame.
So, I just bounced her from those tall chairs to a couch once it was available. There, I kiss closed her, smelled her neck – this really turned her on. But still, she did not want to go with me.
I figured, it has to be one of those stupid girl things where she didn’t shave her legs, or her pussy and she was feeling self-conscious. Cause, I didn’t know what other move I could pull.
We stayed at that place till it was closing time at around 6:30am. Then she called an Uber home, we exchanged numbers and that was it.
The First Part Of The Night
So, I put on my raver/drug dealer outfit (I don’t actually deals drugs, it just looks like I do in this outfit), along with the “Kiss me” glasses, and go out to my usual spot. At this point, I know the regulars, so I know I am going to meet someone I know, and as I thought I meet like 2-3 naturals there, so now even when I go out alone, I am never alone.Now, from the start I really wasn’t feeling it. I was spazzed out on energy drinks and I did not see much quality girls worth approaching. However, this natural would just lean on the wall and get approached like two or three times in the span of about an hour, until he finally met a girl he liked. For comparison, I only got approached once by a semi-attractive girl and I had one whale bumping into me wanting me to approach, which I tried to avoid.
Now, this got me thinking. The natural isn’t particularly attractive, however he has that, what I call, standard player fit that I bet most guys here know it works, and wear it frequently. And that is: dress shirt, jeans, coat, dress shoes and he was wearing like a black cowboy hat to top it off.
I bounce to this other place, walk around for a bit looking for sets, it was getting pretty late (it was around 2am most bars close here at 3am) and then decide to just call it a night and go home. Luckily, I live pretty close to the bars, my logistics are solid, so it only takes me a few minutes to get there.
The Bounce Back
Now, I was just about to jerk off and call it a night. But I thought to myself: “Vibe, you are not getting any younger. Fuck it. There is still one hour left before the clubs close and if not try the streets.” I changed my clothes from the raver to the standard player fit, and head out.Quick guide on how to bounce back:
This hasn’t been the first time I went home, chilled for a while and then went back out. It really helps me recollect my bearings. It really works for me and I recommend it if you live close by, or have quiet place you can go to away from the action, that’s not the club bathroom or something. Just doing something else and changing the clothes can really do wonders to take me out of a negative thought loop. And this is good because…
Second Part Of The Night
I walk outside of my apartment and like about 20 meters away I see this short cute little black girl walking by herself.An opener starts to bubble up in my mind from all the infield I saw.
She was wearing an orange dress.
BOOM! Open.
“Hey, I am sorry, but you look adorable! You are like a pomegranate.”
“Hehe, thaaank you.”
So I immediately start giving her sexual EC and fluff talking just to keep the conversation going and establish some familiarity.
At a certain point I felt I had to bounce her, cause it was getting too late for us to be just standing in the street talking. It felt right.
“Hey you want to grab some drinks? I am right here.”
“Sure.”
I walk her to my apartment while I am making sure to talk some gibberish just to kill the awkwardness, but then I think to myself:
“Wait a second Vibe. This was TOO easy. Is she… Is she a working girl? Oh, fuck.”
The moment I put in the code to the building, and we walk in, she turns around to me and says:
“Ok, where is the bar?”
“Oh, there is no bar here, I just live here. Let’s go up for drinks.”
“No. Please. Can we go?”
“I mean, we CAN go to a bar if you feel uncomfortable, there is this afterparty place right next to my street.”
“Ok, let’s go.”
I think: “Well, at least I know she is not a working girl. Phew.”
So, I take her to the afterparty place that is one street away. It’s like a three-story rock bar with pool tables. Very chill place.
Unfortunately, the only seats available are those long chairs next to a small round table so we sit there.
Here are some gambits I ran on her:
Warped’s – I am a virgin and ordained minister and you are trying to seduce me
Teevster’s – Doesn’t it suck that a man who sleeps a lot is a player but a girl is considered a slut (I find this one super easy to transition too by talking about how some countries have a more liberal culture while others have a more conservative one)
Basic comfort building through establishing familiarity and exchanging logical information about each other. “What do you do?” “Any brothers and sisters?” etc.
They all worked very well, but this is the one I developed on accident…
Sexualize Your Interaction and Establish a Chase Frame With The Naughty Language Teaching Gambit
Basically, if she is from another country, which this girl was, she was African, ask her to teach you some naughty words in her language. I got her to teach me how to say “Big dick” in her local language.So, I just started spamming and repeating “Big dick” in her language.
Then I flipped it around on her and said: “So you see me and you instantly think off “Big dick” (in her language)”.
“Noooo, you asked me to teach you that.” (playful/smiley)
“Nuh-uh. You saw me and instantly thought to yourself, this guy equals “Big dick” oh, you dirty girl.”
Then, I kept that going for a while.
This got her asking me about my dick. Is it big? How thick it is? Etc.
She also pulled out an image on her phone on what she considered to be a big dick.
I kind of stumbled into this gambit. But it gets her thinking about dick, about MY dick, and by blaming her I establish a soft chase frame.
Final Part Of The Night
I tried pulling her back to my place several times throughout the interaction at the afterparty place, but no dice. No matter, how much I sexualized or how much comfort I established with her or time I spent with her.So, I just bounced her from those tall chairs to a couch once it was available. There, I kiss closed her, smelled her neck – this really turned her on. But still, she did not want to go with me.
I figured, it has to be one of those stupid girl things where she didn’t shave her legs, or her pussy and she was feeling self-conscious. Cause, I didn’t know what other move I could pull.
We stayed at that place till it was closing time at around 6:30am. Then she called an Uber home, we exchanged numbers and that was it.
