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This is the third girl I've sourced from a networking event this year (first, second). People generally go to these shindigs to improve their career prospects. I attend them to crush fresh pussy. You could call the starting point of these adventures a warm approach.
It’s been dawning on me for the last several weeks from various cues that, despite having 5 kg less muscle mass than I had at my peak as a powerlifter in 2014, and especially since I started optimizing my posture (gym rehab), increasing mass (my torso is V-shaped, and my back muscles are returning) and style (mainly but not only winter wardrobe was given a revamp in December 2023, and went from crew cut to actually having a haircut this year), I am an attractive guy.
Either that or we can chalk this one up to unconscious competence, which would classify me as an intermediate-level player.
This month, I started studying again for my second postgraduate degree. Only this time, I work full-time while I study. On top of that, I have a part-time job and run a business. I credit Alex Hormozi and Elon Musk with inspiring me to work seven-day weeks.
It does take its toll, however. But more anon.
First Encounter
Last week when a buddy invited me to join him for these work drinks on Thursday my first temptation was to shoot his invitation down, “because I need to study.” But I contained myself, and simply responded “ok.” This would turn out to be the right decision.
I rocked up to the thing (I had had a job interview at this place only two days previously) in my tight-fitting white tee, dark grey jeans, light brown suede docksides, cream-colored simple jumper, and light blue jeans jacket. It was quite warm, so I was in the T-shirt for the most part, then later put the jumper on.
I chatted with a few acquaintances and met some others. Said buddy invited two other chicks to a dinner I’m throwing at mine in the coming weeks.
As we were exiting the office building on our way to a bar-lined square I’ve described in my journal where yuppies and university students go hang out on Thursday nights here, I met two South European girls. One was beautiful, the other was pretty (cute).
HBPretty was short, stylish, and had long curly dark brown hair, and brown eyes. (Beautiful I would discover has a boyfriend).
Pretty and I were at the front as we walked, and everybody else trailed behind. We had friends in common (my buddy, another buddy, etc.) and I don’t recall exactly what the first few words we exchanged were. Things were still in a social frame, there was nothing sexual. We were talking about where we are at in our lives. I was also talking to Beautiful.
I remember clearly at one point Pretty asking me (we were isolated) “If you don’t like the corporation where you work or the people that work there, why did you come to this event?”
And me responding, “Because I am single and looking for a girlfriend. (pause) Actually, because my buddy invited me.”
Also, throughout the entire time I was talking to Pretty I focused on similarity (connection).
I had a great energy that day, since I had just surpassed an important milestone in my business that lunchtime, and I wasn’t sick (exhausted) yet. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
My other buddy who runs his own consultancy was meeting me for a drink at the bar place since he had recently returned from holidays (more like “work”-lidays).
I was on my way to get a drink with Pretty when I spotted consultancy buddy, whereupon I introduced him to Pretty but then went to chat with him – and another girl I know came to say hi and stayed chatting with us – a short distance from Pretty, Beautiful, and my other buddies.
I noticed that Pretty kept throwing glances at me. Eventually, I waved her over.
What followed, over the course of the initially four-way and then three-way (when the other girl left) conversation, was my consultancy buddy doing some of the work for me, by saying I was handsome and went to the gym, and thus a full package. Pretty accepted this frame.
At some point Beautiful, who was still a short distance from our circle, and surrounded by guys at that moment, also threw a warm glance at me.
Throughout all this, I didn’t know Beautiful was taken, so I was putting shots into all seemingly available holes. What I mean is that I was being social, but leaving my options open, not necessarily sticking with any one girl, even if Pretty was certainly the one who I chatted with the most, and when I was showing her photos from my phone (of the delicious food I had eaten at a famous restaurant in a village right next to hers) and she was coming closer to me to see them, my right arm was pressed against her small breasts.
At some point, consultancy buddy had left, and Beautiful was now next to me as well as some of my other buddies / the other guys, and Pretty. And I spontaneously invited all three of them (Pretty, Beautiful, and a buddy) to that dinner I’m throwing at mine in a few weeks.
This would turn out to be a smooth move.
As I walked to the bus stop with one of my other buddies who already knew Pretty and Beautiful, he told me the latter was already taken, but that Pretty was single.
Game on, I thought.
Texting
I texted Pretty the very next day, asking her if she’d stayed there much longer the day before. (so, forgoing the usual “Nice to meet you blablabla”).
I also didn’t write “let’s meet again sometime soon” as soon as she responded to that first text since I hadn’t asked her in person to get a drink together, but we were already supposed to see each other when she came to my dinner 3 weeks later.
So it was only 2 days later, amidst my third set of texts, that I wrote “Let’s meet again soon.” And she replied “Sure, why not” with her first smiley. Again, the day after that, it was amongst my other responses to the text convo that I proposed a drink at a café right next to my place, to keep it from triggering ASD, but also because I didn't know if I'd be able to do 1-date smash since she lives here.
She suggested a day and I said yes.
The day before I texted her about the weather.
And we kept texting right up until yesterday (when I woke up feeling like shit, but still hit the gym – today I’m still not fully recovered), when, a few hours before the date, she asked me to confirm that it was still happening. I did.
She smiled at that and asked if we could meet later as she was going to an event about 30 mins away by bus. Now I knew what event she was talking about since I’d been invited to it too. They were serving free champagne. I agreed to delay our meet time from 8 to 9.
Despite reneging on going to the free champagne event because I had to study and feeling lethargic as I endeavored to read about the nature of firms, I never canceled on the date with Pretty, since I knew that if I flaked, I wouldn’t see her again, as her level of investment was high, but probably not that high.
I meditated a second time that day before going to meet her – I had already done so earlier before having a chat with someone who works at one of the world’s largest corporations, because I may be interested in working there once my second postgraduate degree is complete.
Still, I didn’t know what to expect. If, on the one hand, her crossing the city by bus for thirty minutes after a few champagne chutes boded well for me, I had slept poorly, was feeling weak and occasionally nauseous, and knew that a glass of alcohol would probably tip me over the edge.
I’d pulled a Harry Potter-obsessed girl home and had her reject giving me her twat just the week prior (points logged for the current twat tournament).
The Meetup
Then the text came. I steeled myself against the cold wind and headed out to meet her. The choice of venue was perfect. She was dressed in a stylish black duffel coat and matching Chelsea boots. We sat opposite each other on one of the tables outside despite the brisk weather and the odd raindrop. A primeval tree shielded us from the elements.
Soon into our convo I held her hand to “check if she was cold.” Not long after that, I held it again and simply kept it there, “to warm myself.”
I was basically screening her, asking her about herself (how did she end up here? Why did she decide to study what she did? What was she like in high school? Did she study hard or was she a party girl?). Towards the end, while discussing how the girlfriend of a friend of mine has the exact same personality as him, and in response to Pretty's question if that would make a couple compatible, and when we realized that we had the same or similar political views, eye color, and I'm not sure what else, I pointed at her and me and said "yeah, I don't know if this would work" (with a smirk).
She revealed that in the end Beautiful and she weren't going to make it to my dinner for various reasons, and I suppose this was why inviting her out was the right move (probably also because she was attracted to me, i.e., not looking to play scrabble, but rather to wrap her lips around my shlong).
About an hour later, the rain intensified, which provided the perfect plausible deniability to invite her to mine to “try that sweet wine” I‘d previously mentioned. In the meantime, nobody had come to serve us anything, and I was high-fiving myself for not having had to drink alcohol.
I opened my umbrella, and she cuddled up to me as we walked together. I had no idea what to expect, but I was going to follow standard operating procedures and see where it would take me.
The Kill
At home, I put the Miles Davis on the iPad (connected to my Bose SoundLink speaker), and she commented about my standing desk, to which I responded that I couldn't sit for too long maybe because I have ADHD. I went to get the sweet wine, poured her some, she sipped it, and she didn’t even say anything about it, lol. I asked her if she liked it while pulling her in for the make-out.
Then she went to the bathroom.
Upon her return, I continued making out with her, and made as if to take off her jumper. She helped me. Inspired, I picked her up and we continued making out as I took her and threw her on the bed. What followed was passionate if short-lived sex with condom. Sex with condom is problematic for me because it numbs sensation on my dick to a high degree due to circumcision. On top of that, girls (she did the same) who insist on its use will often give me an amazing blowjob before I put it on, that almost makes me cum, so that then when I start fucking them with it, it's harder for me to last longer, as I'm already on the road to orgasm city. That night, I must have cum after ten minutes or less of thrusting (without including foreplay).
We chatted for a bit, and this was when I discovered she was 28 (she looked 24) and she discovered I was 35 (she thought I was 28). Upon my return from going to get a glass of water, I noticed she was going to put her black panties back on, and I stopped her, and we went at it again, but when she tried to go on top I got flop dick issues. Again, I was sick, so not in my best shape. She gave me a second otherworldly BJ but it was to no avail.
After some more cuddling, fondling, kissing, etc., she left.
She had a few small tats.
I enjoyed every bit of it, despite my state, and even if it doesn’t go beyond ONS.
tl;dr - good fashion style + good posture + good EC + good skincare + good haircut + going places in life (confident, good vibe) + meeting new people in a socioprofessional context while being socially proofed = relatively effortless twat
It’s been dawning on me for the last several weeks from various cues that, despite having 5 kg less muscle mass than I had at my peak as a powerlifter in 2014, and especially since I started optimizing my posture (gym rehab), increasing mass (my torso is V-shaped, and my back muscles are returning) and style (mainly but not only winter wardrobe was given a revamp in December 2023, and went from crew cut to actually having a haircut this year), I am an attractive guy.
Either that or we can chalk this one up to unconscious competence, which would classify me as an intermediate-level player.
This month, I started studying again for my second postgraduate degree. Only this time, I work full-time while I study. On top of that, I have a part-time job and run a business. I credit Alex Hormozi and Elon Musk with inspiring me to work seven-day weeks.
It does take its toll, however. But more anon.
First Encounter
Last week when a buddy invited me to join him for these work drinks on Thursday my first temptation was to shoot his invitation down, “because I need to study.” But I contained myself, and simply responded “ok.” This would turn out to be the right decision.
I rocked up to the thing (I had had a job interview at this place only two days previously) in my tight-fitting white tee, dark grey jeans, light brown suede docksides, cream-colored simple jumper, and light blue jeans jacket. It was quite warm, so I was in the T-shirt for the most part, then later put the jumper on.
I chatted with a few acquaintances and met some others. Said buddy invited two other chicks to a dinner I’m throwing at mine in the coming weeks.
As we were exiting the office building on our way to a bar-lined square I’ve described in my journal where yuppies and university students go hang out on Thursday nights here, I met two South European girls. One was beautiful, the other was pretty (cute).
HBPretty was short, stylish, and had long curly dark brown hair, and brown eyes. (Beautiful I would discover has a boyfriend).
Pretty and I were at the front as we walked, and everybody else trailed behind. We had friends in common (my buddy, another buddy, etc.) and I don’t recall exactly what the first few words we exchanged were. Things were still in a social frame, there was nothing sexual. We were talking about where we are at in our lives. I was also talking to Beautiful.
I remember clearly at one point Pretty asking me (we were isolated) “If you don’t like the corporation where you work or the people that work there, why did you come to this event?”
And me responding, “Because I am single and looking for a girlfriend. (pause) Actually, because my buddy invited me.”
Also, throughout the entire time I was talking to Pretty I focused on similarity (connection).
I had a great energy that day, since I had just surpassed an important milestone in my business that lunchtime, and I wasn’t sick (exhausted) yet. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
My other buddy who runs his own consultancy was meeting me for a drink at the bar place since he had recently returned from holidays (more like “work”-lidays).
I was on my way to get a drink with Pretty when I spotted consultancy buddy, whereupon I introduced him to Pretty but then went to chat with him – and another girl I know came to say hi and stayed chatting with us – a short distance from Pretty, Beautiful, and my other buddies.
I noticed that Pretty kept throwing glances at me. Eventually, I waved her over.
What followed, over the course of the initially four-way and then three-way (when the other girl left) conversation, was my consultancy buddy doing some of the work for me, by saying I was handsome and went to the gym, and thus a full package. Pretty accepted this frame.
At some point Beautiful, who was still a short distance from our circle, and surrounded by guys at that moment, also threw a warm glance at me.
Throughout all this, I didn’t know Beautiful was taken, so I was putting shots into all seemingly available holes. What I mean is that I was being social, but leaving my options open, not necessarily sticking with any one girl, even if Pretty was certainly the one who I chatted with the most, and when I was showing her photos from my phone (of the delicious food I had eaten at a famous restaurant in a village right next to hers) and she was coming closer to me to see them, my right arm was pressed against her small breasts.
At some point, consultancy buddy had left, and Beautiful was now next to me as well as some of my other buddies / the other guys, and Pretty. And I spontaneously invited all three of them (Pretty, Beautiful, and a buddy) to that dinner I’m throwing at mine in a few weeks.
This would turn out to be a smooth move.
As I walked to the bus stop with one of my other buddies who already knew Pretty and Beautiful, he told me the latter was already taken, but that Pretty was single.
Game on, I thought.
Texting
I texted Pretty the very next day, asking her if she’d stayed there much longer the day before. (so, forgoing the usual “Nice to meet you blablabla”).
I also didn’t write “let’s meet again sometime soon” as soon as she responded to that first text since I hadn’t asked her in person to get a drink together, but we were already supposed to see each other when she came to my dinner 3 weeks later.
So it was only 2 days later, amidst my third set of texts, that I wrote “Let’s meet again soon.” And she replied “Sure, why not” with her first smiley. Again, the day after that, it was amongst my other responses to the text convo that I proposed a drink at a café right next to my place, to keep it from triggering ASD, but also because I didn't know if I'd be able to do 1-date smash since she lives here.
She suggested a day and I said yes.
The day before I texted her about the weather.
And we kept texting right up until yesterday (when I woke up feeling like shit, but still hit the gym – today I’m still not fully recovered), when, a few hours before the date, she asked me to confirm that it was still happening. I did.
She smiled at that and asked if we could meet later as she was going to an event about 30 mins away by bus. Now I knew what event she was talking about since I’d been invited to it too. They were serving free champagne. I agreed to delay our meet time from 8 to 9.
Despite reneging on going to the free champagne event because I had to study and feeling lethargic as I endeavored to read about the nature of firms, I never canceled on the date with Pretty, since I knew that if I flaked, I wouldn’t see her again, as her level of investment was high, but probably not that high.
I meditated a second time that day before going to meet her – I had already done so earlier before having a chat with someone who works at one of the world’s largest corporations, because I may be interested in working there once my second postgraduate degree is complete.
Still, I didn’t know what to expect. If, on the one hand, her crossing the city by bus for thirty minutes after a few champagne chutes boded well for me, I had slept poorly, was feeling weak and occasionally nauseous, and knew that a glass of alcohol would probably tip me over the edge.
I’d pulled a Harry Potter-obsessed girl home and had her reject giving me her twat just the week prior (points logged for the current twat tournament).
The Meetup
Then the text came. I steeled myself against the cold wind and headed out to meet her. The choice of venue was perfect. She was dressed in a stylish black duffel coat and matching Chelsea boots. We sat opposite each other on one of the tables outside despite the brisk weather and the odd raindrop. A primeval tree shielded us from the elements.
Soon into our convo I held her hand to “check if she was cold.” Not long after that, I held it again and simply kept it there, “to warm myself.”
I was basically screening her, asking her about herself (how did she end up here? Why did she decide to study what she did? What was she like in high school? Did she study hard or was she a party girl?). Towards the end, while discussing how the girlfriend of a friend of mine has the exact same personality as him, and in response to Pretty's question if that would make a couple compatible, and when we realized that we had the same or similar political views, eye color, and I'm not sure what else, I pointed at her and me and said "yeah, I don't know if this would work" (with a smirk).
She revealed that in the end Beautiful and she weren't going to make it to my dinner for various reasons, and I suppose this was why inviting her out was the right move (probably also because she was attracted to me, i.e., not looking to play scrabble, but rather to wrap her lips around my shlong).
About an hour later, the rain intensified, which provided the perfect plausible deniability to invite her to mine to “try that sweet wine” I‘d previously mentioned. In the meantime, nobody had come to serve us anything, and I was high-fiving myself for not having had to drink alcohol.
I opened my umbrella, and she cuddled up to me as we walked together. I had no idea what to expect, but I was going to follow standard operating procedures and see where it would take me.
The Kill
At home, I put the Miles Davis on the iPad (connected to my Bose SoundLink speaker), and she commented about my standing desk, to which I responded that I couldn't sit for too long maybe because I have ADHD. I went to get the sweet wine, poured her some, she sipped it, and she didn’t even say anything about it, lol. I asked her if she liked it while pulling her in for the make-out.
Then she went to the bathroom.
Upon her return, I continued making out with her, and made as if to take off her jumper. She helped me. Inspired, I picked her up and we continued making out as I took her and threw her on the bed. What followed was passionate if short-lived sex with condom. Sex with condom is problematic for me because it numbs sensation on my dick to a high degree due to circumcision. On top of that, girls (she did the same) who insist on its use will often give me an amazing blowjob before I put it on, that almost makes me cum, so that then when I start fucking them with it, it's harder for me to last longer, as I'm already on the road to orgasm city. That night, I must have cum after ten minutes or less of thrusting (without including foreplay).
We chatted for a bit, and this was when I discovered she was 28 (she looked 24) and she discovered I was 35 (she thought I was 28). Upon my return from going to get a glass of water, I noticed she was going to put her black panties back on, and I stopped her, and we went at it again, but when she tried to go on top I got flop dick issues. Again, I was sick, so not in my best shape. She gave me a second otherworldly BJ but it was to no avail.
After some more cuddling, fondling, kissing, etc., she left.
She had a few small tats.
I enjoyed every bit of it, despite my state, and even if it doesn’t go beyond ONS.
tl;dr - good fashion style + good posture + good EC + good skincare + good haircut + going places in life (confident, good vibe) + meeting new people in a socioprofessional context while being socially proofed = relatively effortless twat
