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The girl
I did an internship some years ago and got myself elected to a committee that gave me a lot of visibility with the other interns.
One of the initiatives I spearheaded was a “movie night”. To the first of these, a girl I barely knew from the internship showed up (among others).
This girl has big beautiful eyes, an otherwise not really pretty face, and an amazing body. I didn’t know it at the time, but even though I was already in my early thirties, she was in her early twenties.
Some time later, I organized a house party to which she came. I remember her walking in with boots, and what appeared to be a quite dominant demeanour. It might have been a phase. Turns out this chick dresses in a way a bit incongruent with what she’s like. As in, she’s actually feminine, and a “good girl,” despite dressing like a masculine bad girl.
That house party I threw was okay…the studio I lived in was tiny, at 28 sqm, so not really party proof. At the time I was still a bit of a mess wrt my whole back situation, so unable to assume the mantle of progressing to smash with this girl, even though I suspect that she was already into me then.
Fast forward to last Saturday, when I threw a housewarming party at my new place.
Even though she’d ignored my invite to come to my birthday late last year, I still somehow decided to invite her to the housewarming, and even though she said she wasn’t sure if she’d be around, I still gave her the details, and she still ended up coming.
This time around, I was quite attracted to her. She wasn’t wearing boots. All traces of the “dominant” version of herself had evaporated. She had this cute giggle / laugh that turned me on. Shortly into talking to her with relative isolation I asked her if she had a boyfriend. She said she didn’t. She asked me if I had a girlfriend. I said I didn’t. I asked her if she’d be down to grab a drink some time. She said she would be.
Dealing with resistance / Setting up the date
In the days after the party, I texted her thanking her for coming, and telling her it was nice to see her, and she texted back that she had enjoyed it and thanking me for having her. I remember reading her text and getting a hardon. I was already thinking about “having” her in another sense…
I texted her “let’s get a drink some time soon,” and she texted back something positive, and then I suggested two dates and a time (already with the name of the bar), and she picked one. We settled on that day, time, and bar, except, a day or two before the day we were supposed to meet, she texted back asking if I couldn’t pick a bar closer to her neighbourhood, since it would be “quite far” for her.
I responded with an audio message saying I didn’t know any good bars in that neighbourhood and that that was the reason I’d suggested an early time, so she would still have time to go back home at a decent hour in anticipation of her work day the next day.
Only two hours before the date she texted back “let’s go to your bar then” with a happy smiley.
I wasn’t even expecting her to accept, so I had to rush a bit to do everything (chores) before meeting her at the allotted time. One thing I had forgotten to do the day before (Wednesday 3 July), due to feeling hungover and exhausted, was buy a pack of condoms.
Tuesday night, I got a new L with a hot recently turned 25-y-o dancer. I only had one condom in the drawer and luckily she had one spare so we were still able to smash for about an hour.
I tend to be chronically low on rubbers since I’m circumcised so have less sensation on the tip of my shlong, so endeavour to usually force frame my way into smashing raw first draw. It’s a risky position though, and it has cost me a fair few fuckbuddies (especially the phase where I would finish up inside them without asking for permish).
I didn’t have time to buy the condoms before meeting this girl yesterday night.
The date
Anyway, I went to meet her after a short meditation. I took her to two bars. In the first bar I was asking her about herself, and talking about myself (connecting). In the second bar (where very soon into it I seeded the pull to my place) I started asking about her relationships.
During this bit I was connecting with her. Like me, she doesn’t do online dating. We discovered that, unlike me, she was a good girl (I was a bit of a wild guy in my teens / early twenties). But I still held onto the frame that sex is a good thing, and that it should be pursued regardless of whether or not you will end up dating the person in the end.
The way I transmit this, when they start with the whole “a relationship can only work if the two of you share the same values” meshugaas, is to simply ask her if she hasn’t already met a guy she got along really well with, whose personality she really liked, only to later find out, when they fucked, that he was shit in bed.
“Attraction is immediate,” I told her. She said “you need to talk to the person first, to see what they’re like.” I told her “if that was true, we wouldn’t be here anymore. Think about it - human beings were procreating long before they could talk.”
I also told her a recent true story about this girl I had a mostly sex-based relationship with for 1.5 years around 2018 who I’m still connected to.
But I didn’t say I wouldn’t be open to having a girlfriend or to getting married and having kids, quite the contrary in fact.
Extraction
I met her at 8. At 10.30 I took her to my place.
Inside it was smooth sailing. No resistance.
On the bed, onto which I’d thrown her once I’d started kissing her, clothes came off progressively. I made sure to take my time and savour every moment. This girl is really hot.
She’s also very responsive. She was already squirming, getting all riled up, and eventually having mini orgasms just from me kissing her, groping her big breasts, groping her buttcheeks, sucking her nipples and biting them, licking her torso, and finally fingering her.
I asked her if she was on the pill, and, like the Greek dancer from Tuesday night, she said she wasn’t. Then she said “you have to wear protection.”
I then went to look for a condom in my drawer, even getting my cellphone light to help me, without success. I remembered I’d seen a 7/11 close by. I told her I’d go buy a pack and brb. I went to buy the pack, and came back 10 mins later.
She had her silk shirt on, and her panties, and was reading a book near my bookshelf, when I came back. I could tell it was over.
She told me she wanted to go home (it was 11.30).
I walked her down to the bus stop, and she kissed me on the lips to say goodbye, thanking me for the night. I asked, “let’s do it again?” and she said “yes” as she got on the bus.
Thoughts
If I could go back, I would tell her I’d run out and say, “we can leave it for next time,” instead of rushing out to buy them, which maybe didn’t transmit cool vibes.
Lastly, I would not ask her “let’s do it again?” as she got on the bus, and simply read from her passionate kiss in the mouth as she got on, that she was open to the possibility already.
As topcat wrote to me some time ago, there is a way to see girls again without putting undue pressure on them. Putting undue pressure on them can make them want to wrest themselves free of it, despite being nominally open to the possibility of seeing you again.
I texted her, just before I went to sleep (it was difficult to fall asleep last night due to the alcohol ingested (1 cocktail, then part of a beer in second bar, then a few sips of Port wine back at mine), “let me know when you arrive home,” and she ghosted.
Post scriptum
Since I wrote the above she got back to me and we’re still texting intermittently. I’m going to push for the close soon.
I did an internship some years ago and got myself elected to a committee that gave me a lot of visibility with the other interns.
One of the initiatives I spearheaded was a “movie night”. To the first of these, a girl I barely knew from the internship showed up (among others).
This girl has big beautiful eyes, an otherwise not really pretty face, and an amazing body. I didn’t know it at the time, but even though I was already in my early thirties, she was in her early twenties.
Some time later, I organized a house party to which she came. I remember her walking in with boots, and what appeared to be a quite dominant demeanour. It might have been a phase. Turns out this chick dresses in a way a bit incongruent with what she’s like. As in, she’s actually feminine, and a “good girl,” despite dressing like a masculine bad girl.
That house party I threw was okay…the studio I lived in was tiny, at 28 sqm, so not really party proof. At the time I was still a bit of a mess wrt my whole back situation, so unable to assume the mantle of progressing to smash with this girl, even though I suspect that she was already into me then.
Fast forward to last Saturday, when I threw a housewarming party at my new place.
Even though she’d ignored my invite to come to my birthday late last year, I still somehow decided to invite her to the housewarming, and even though she said she wasn’t sure if she’d be around, I still gave her the details, and she still ended up coming.
This time around, I was quite attracted to her. She wasn’t wearing boots. All traces of the “dominant” version of herself had evaporated. She had this cute giggle / laugh that turned me on. Shortly into talking to her with relative isolation I asked her if she had a boyfriend. She said she didn’t. She asked me if I had a girlfriend. I said I didn’t. I asked her if she’d be down to grab a drink some time. She said she would be.
Dealing with resistance / Setting up the date
In the days after the party, I texted her thanking her for coming, and telling her it was nice to see her, and she texted back that she had enjoyed it and thanking me for having her. I remember reading her text and getting a hardon. I was already thinking about “having” her in another sense…
I texted her “let’s get a drink some time soon,” and she texted back something positive, and then I suggested two dates and a time (already with the name of the bar), and she picked one. We settled on that day, time, and bar, except, a day or two before the day we were supposed to meet, she texted back asking if I couldn’t pick a bar closer to her neighbourhood, since it would be “quite far” for her.
I responded with an audio message saying I didn’t know any good bars in that neighbourhood and that that was the reason I’d suggested an early time, so she would still have time to go back home at a decent hour in anticipation of her work day the next day.
Only two hours before the date she texted back “let’s go to your bar then” with a happy smiley.
I wasn’t even expecting her to accept, so I had to rush a bit to do everything (chores) before meeting her at the allotted time. One thing I had forgotten to do the day before (Wednesday 3 July), due to feeling hungover and exhausted, was buy a pack of condoms.
Tuesday night, I got a new L with a hot recently turned 25-y-o dancer. I only had one condom in the drawer and luckily she had one spare so we were still able to smash for about an hour.
I tend to be chronically low on rubbers since I’m circumcised so have less sensation on the tip of my shlong, so endeavour to usually force frame my way into smashing raw first draw. It’s a risky position though, and it has cost me a fair few fuckbuddies (especially the phase where I would finish up inside them without asking for permish).
I didn’t have time to buy the condoms before meeting this girl yesterday night.
The date
Anyway, I went to meet her after a short meditation. I took her to two bars. In the first bar I was asking her about herself, and talking about myself (connecting). In the second bar (where very soon into it I seeded the pull to my place) I started asking about her relationships.
During this bit I was connecting with her. Like me, she doesn’t do online dating. We discovered that, unlike me, she was a good girl (I was a bit of a wild guy in my teens / early twenties). But I still held onto the frame that sex is a good thing, and that it should be pursued regardless of whether or not you will end up dating the person in the end.
The way I transmit this, when they start with the whole “a relationship can only work if the two of you share the same values” meshugaas, is to simply ask her if she hasn’t already met a guy she got along really well with, whose personality she really liked, only to later find out, when they fucked, that he was shit in bed.
“Attraction is immediate,” I told her. She said “you need to talk to the person first, to see what they’re like.” I told her “if that was true, we wouldn’t be here anymore. Think about it - human beings were procreating long before they could talk.”
I also told her a recent true story about this girl I had a mostly sex-based relationship with for 1.5 years around 2018 who I’m still connected to.
But I didn’t say I wouldn’t be open to having a girlfriend or to getting married and having kids, quite the contrary in fact.
Extraction
I met her at 8. At 10.30 I took her to my place.
Inside it was smooth sailing. No resistance.
On the bed, onto which I’d thrown her once I’d started kissing her, clothes came off progressively. I made sure to take my time and savour every moment. This girl is really hot.
She’s also very responsive. She was already squirming, getting all riled up, and eventually having mini orgasms just from me kissing her, groping her big breasts, groping her buttcheeks, sucking her nipples and biting them, licking her torso, and finally fingering her.
I asked her if she was on the pill, and, like the Greek dancer from Tuesday night, she said she wasn’t. Then she said “you have to wear protection.”
I then went to look for a condom in my drawer, even getting my cellphone light to help me, without success. I remembered I’d seen a 7/11 close by. I told her I’d go buy a pack and brb. I went to buy the pack, and came back 10 mins later.
She had her silk shirt on, and her panties, and was reading a book near my bookshelf, when I came back. I could tell it was over.
She told me she wanted to go home (it was 11.30).
I walked her down to the bus stop, and she kissed me on the lips to say goodbye, thanking me for the night. I asked, “let’s do it again?” and she said “yes” as she got on the bus.
Thoughts
If I could go back, I would tell her I’d run out and say, “we can leave it for next time,” instead of rushing out to buy them, which maybe didn’t transmit cool vibes.
Lastly, I would not ask her “let’s do it again?” as she got on the bus, and simply read from her passionate kiss in the mouth as she got on, that she was open to the possibility already.
As topcat wrote to me some time ago, there is a way to see girls again without putting undue pressure on them. Putting undue pressure on them can make them want to wrest themselves free of it, despite being nominally open to the possibility of seeing you again.
I texted her, just before I went to sleep (it was difficult to fall asleep last night due to the alcohol ingested (1 cocktail, then part of a beer in second bar, then a few sips of Port wine back at mine), “let me know when you arrive home,” and she ghosted.
Post scriptum
Since I wrote the above she got back to me and we’re still texting intermittently. I’m going to push for the close soon.
