LR: Orlando: Score at the Virgin-MegaStore

This LR (from Saturday) concludes my adventure in Orlando. Hopefully I will have time to also write up another LR, an outing report (with Defixon), and some interesting FU/SPs from the past week. (**The computer lab at this community college is closing early, so these will still be delayed.) On with the story.... Friday I went to Downtown Disney which is basically a shopping/dinning/entertainment complex right outside Disney World. It's free to park and walk around and window shop. There are clubs and concert venues and theaters and lots of people. Seems mostly like a tourist and teen hangout. I had met this particular HB from Ohio and we walked about and shared laughs. If making chicks laugh were the goal, I'd be on top of my game. Anyway, she was down here to see a guy friend and we eventually parted ways. But the socializing and connecting was fun. I went into the Virgin Megastore and did a couple approaches in this high-energy state. Like, "Oh my god, I can't believe they have this CD! This is the best CD ever!" While picking up a lame CD and bugging the target about why she doesn't have it or hasn't heard of it or whatever. After three of these approaches and no bites, I felt like a jack-ass. Decided to tone it down a bit. This red-headed cutie comes in and I watch where she goes. She's looking for a particular artist and I can see a tattoo above her ass as she sways down the isle. I walk up and stand next to her as she is picking up a CD. I pick up a different copy of the same CD and I look at it as if I am reading the track titles or something. She, of course, has noticed me in her proximity and sees that I picked up the same CD. I turn to face her and say, "Hey, I just thought you were cute, so I wanted to see what CD you picked out. You know, like to see if we had musical taste in common. I'm GoneSavage." I extend my hand for the introduction. She has to switch the CD to her other hand to shake mine, smiles, and she tells me her name. Same name as the other chick I had just been hanging with. Interesting. I say, "If you had picked out something really lame, I would probably just tease you. But this... this artist (Sarah Brightman) I have never heard of. Tell me about her." So she tells me about how she has seen her so many times, how she saw the performance that was recorded in Vegas for the live CD, how I should give it a listen, etc. I say, "Cool, lets go find one of those listening stations and I'll check it out." And I take the CD and look for a station to scan it into and she follows me. All the stations are occupied. I tell her to burn me a "super mega-mix" CD and she laughs and

says OK. I ask her questions about where she works (actually in Disney World) and what she does and what she likes about it. One of her jobs is that she is a character -- Ariel, the Little Mermaid! She dresses as a mermaid and has her photo taken with visitors. She tells me that she is obsessed with this character/movie. I ask if that is what her tattoo is of as well. She says yes. (I'm thinking about anonymity in LR's. Like how we don't post the HB's names or details that would clue anyone into the specifics of the interaction. Hmm... I think I could leave out specific details, the story would be weak, and if she came across the community, she would still recognize a post about her. With that being said, I think I'll just email this to her. She can check it for accuracy.) Anyway, she tells me that she is waiting for friends to meet her at the theater next door. I ask about the movie they are going to watch. A guy calls her to let her now he is there. Since her call was brief, and she now has her phone out, I just tell her to type in my number. She does. I tell her to call it. "Right now?" "Sure, I need to make sure you typed it in right." My phone doesn't ring, and I say, "See..." And she suggests that it is because we are inside the store. We walk out, my phone rings, and I answer and chat (on the phone-while standing right next to her) like we are great friends. (Like, Hey whats up, where are you at?) She plays along. She says, "There're my friends." It is a guy and a girl. She makes no move to introduce me. HB: "So when are we going to hang out?" GS: "How about tomorrow?" HB: "Good, that's my day off!" GS: "How about we meet around lunch time, I have plans later." HB: "Well, I have to take my dog to the vet in the morning. But I'll call you around 11:45." GS: "OK. Nice to meet you. Enjoy your movie. We'll have fun tomorrow..." (But you'll see that I wasn't congruent to anything above. I forgot she mentioned that she had a dog. I also gave up my night-game sarging to be with her. It was worth it.) Day 2 She did not call at 11:45. BUT she DID call at 7:45PM. I didn't even bring it up. We had no solid plans so it wasn't like a flake. It was her idea to call me, whatever, no big deal either way. I wasn't needy or dependent on an outcome. Actually, I thought it was cool that she called at all. It's ON! I'm just casual like, "Oh hey, good to hear from you, how was your day?" I tell her that I am at this cool park. I walked the nature trail and saw alligators, tons of birds, and even an osprey swoop down and take a baby coot (its like a duck) off the water. (True.) So I am

introducing themes of raw animalistic predation; kill or be killed. Hahaha Maybe this is a DHV that would present me as observant, interested in nature, intelligent, etc etc. Then again, I was just relating my day. But I also deliberately mentioned the ball fields and the like six games that were going on and all the people that were there. So she wouldn't think I was deliberately luring her to an isolated area. I asked her if she had heard of the place. Nope. What's really interesting is that I tell her the road it is on and she's like, "I live off that road!" Quite a coincidence as this is a big city and this area is not that close to where she works. Its ON! Of course I tease her for living near this park and having never checked it out. I invite her to come by and I remind her of all the people walking their dogs, etc. I ask her if she has a dog (silly of me because I did not remember her mentioning the vet visitbut she does not call me on it either) and I tell her to bring her dog along (I also then realized that I might have just complicated the logistics of closing.) But I wanted her to be comfortable to come here. She says okay. I look at this map I have (the reason I know about the park) and give her directions. When she shows up, I'm reading a book. I wait until she is out of the car with the dog, etc, before I close the book and greet her. I actually have to greet the dog first because it's yapping at me. It's a little Chihuahua. (Sorry hon, your dog is not as cute as I led you to believe.) I give her a hug and I tell her about the sunset she just missed. How beautiful it was. And how it lit up the city's one skyscraper in the distance. How all sunsets are unique and she missed a really great one. Etc. etc. I'm taking on this romantic frame, which some may find counterproductive to getting an ONS. But everything has been a "green light" so far and I still have to introduce the road trip and the fact that I am leaving in two days. I lead her on a walk and we talk about her dog and the wildlife (maybe a DHV of intelligence, but it didn't really capture her attention). She asks, "Do you always go up to random strangers and start talking to them?" I said, "Yes...I mean you have to remember that every friend you now have was once a stranger. And because you opened up and allowed them inside, you found ways that they could enhance or enrich your life. I used to be fiercely independent, but I realized that to meet people that you really could connect with, you had to step outside the comfortable and take chances and just start talking. Don't you agree?" She agreed. She asked about the book I was reading. I tell her it is about living in the moment and how the present moment is all we ever have. How we have to make NOW the focus of our lives. How we have to accept and embrace whatever is right in front of us.

And I tell her about the road trip and that I was unsatisfied with where I was at and that I wanted to see and be and do more. So I hit the road. She seemed interested. I told her how the van is just a practical and comfortable way to allow me to be wherever. I was generally pretty light on the C&F, but I did say, "Play your cards right, and maybe I'll give you a tour." Then I said, "But I have to give you the trust test." (This is a small piece of TECH that I picked up on mASF lately.) If there is any objective truth to the trust test, she passed 100%. I said, wow perfect score I like that, and then I explained each step to her. Which meant we got to do it again. So we just keep playing with the dog and talking and Defixon calls. (Sorry we couldn't hang and you were house-ridden. Hope nothing is terminal with your car!) I take the call, tell him that I am hanging with my "new best friend" (she laughs), that I am stealing her dog, and I remind him that I am leaving soon, like maybe the next day. Mostly to reinforce that point with this girl. So it was a bit of social proof and allowed me to prove congruence to the road trip story. Thanks bro. So our walk was no more than an hour. I also teased her about her job and used that as callback humor. Like saying, "There you are in Fantasyland again. Or when she called the lake/swamp/marsh a "mote" I was like, "Mote? Listen to you! You think you've got this fantastic castle surrounded by a mote and your own wizard who put a spell on Prince Charming for you!" She loved this stuff. Fun girl. I also teased her about the Ariel "shrine" that she described her apartment as being. With all this merchandise and memorabilia from The Little Mermaid. I mean she came to Orlando and became the little mermaid because of this obsession she has had since childhood. (Seems odd, but look at the obsessions in the community.) I asked her if her bed was in a big scallop shell and if there were pearls and treasure chests all around. This was funny and it led to talking about Fantasy Suites. Which are hotel chains in NV and CA where you can rent the Jungle Room and the Space Room and the Underwater Room and shit. When we got back to the cars, I just said, "I have to see this Ariel Shrine; I just hope you don't have the soundtrack playing continuously." She says, "Ok, follow me..." So, it's ON! I was intentionally holding off the kiss close. Relaxed and relished certainty. We connected some more at her house. She gave me the tour and I pilfered through the fridge and the cabinets. Concerning the obscene amount of mermaid stuff, I teased her on some items and complimented her on a couple. I got her to sing a song from the movie. ("I'll do something really sweet and affectionate if you sing for me.") I got some more value points (like I needed them Its ON!) by knowing of this performance she was part of in North Carolina call The Last Colony. ("No one ever knows what THAT is!") Another value point by suggesting that she go to Weeki Wachee Springs -- the last attraction with live underwater mermaid shows. ("Yes, I love that place!") As we were sitting on the couch together, with her little dog, I told her to cover the dog's eyes.

Why? I smiled and said, "Because the little fucker keeps looking at me. And I'm about to kiss you. This should be a private moment." Great kiss. Then I joked around about a threesome with this dog because it wouldn't leave us alone. Then I made out with the dog. Fun times. Also, I started with the "hijacked my brain" campaign. Saying things like: "You make me feel strange inside." "Don't look at me like that, its turning me on. Stop." "I feel like you've put a spell on me." GS: "You seem so real and genuine, what's your catch. What's your secret." HB: "No secret. What's yours?" GS: "I'm gay. I shouldn't be feeling this way for you." GS: laugh and kiss So, I'm trying to minimize the possibility of LMR as we are making out. She pushed my hand away from the golden zone once. I stopped myself more times than she stopped me. I almost took it too far. Really. I said, "we should stop" and she pulled me up and toward the door! OK. I made two steps toward the door, turned, grabbed her, held her face, and kissed her again. GS: "Do you believe in fairytale romance?" HB: shakes head yes GS: "Do you want that with me?" HB: shakes head yes GS: wall-slam-make-out-hand-down-pants-session I led her to her bedroom, lit a candle, and put her in Fantasyland. Kept her there for hours. Kept thinking about having sex with an actual mermaid. You know, like, how do you get to it when there are no legs to spread? Does she lie there like a fish out of water or flip around a lot? Does she smell like fish? Love life. GoneSavage The next day we got together and made dinner and I got to do laundry and take a shower. Ahhhhh. Im starting to think that, in my road-trip-reality, sex is just another shit-test that I have to pass to get cleaned and fed.

Vibe Cooperation, Not Competition (Natural Game notes)

Assume attraction. Use personality to make her feel great. Open direct (including compliments on her beauty). Body language is congruent with intent. Move directly to vibing and rapport. Be playful and get to know her. Make her feel good with humor. Vibe is of cooperation, not competition. Tell fun stories, not stories meant to impress. Lead the interaction with a continuous flow of action. Lead smoothly and confidently to escalation, isolation and close. Create a wonderful experience for the woman. Give her the fantasy and allow her dreams to come true. Be the man shes been waiting for, romantic from the start. Display emotions, talk about passions, be unpredictable. Enjoy the anticipation, time is not a factor. Have a relaxed and relished certainty. Rock her world and thrill her with masculine vibe. Only do what you need to do to create a strong impression.

Thoughts on Pleasure and Joy

5/14. Im out of field today. Purposefully. Relaxing and reviewing. Getting introspective. Studying. Thinking about where I want to take this game, this tour, and my life. I met a great girl a couple days ago. Im sharing the weekend with her. Shes beautiful. Shes got a high-self-esteem. Shes ambitious, intelligent, and driven. Shes affectionate, playful, and giving. A great hostess with a great outlook on life. Shes adventurous. Were going camping! Some guys have already expressed to me that they cant believe I pull chicks and I sleep in a van! And here is a girl that has known me for the blink of an eye and wants to hit the road with me! (Actually, a few other girls have expressed the same desire.) But this one I am going to take on a memorable little journey (for a day) maybe she will recoil and retreat to the hustle-nbustle of her daily grind. Maybe she will get her own van or take a road trip on her own terms. Maybe she will rethink what she believes to be important, comforting, or limiting. Maybe we as so-called pick-up-artists can influence people in ways we never dreamed or imagined possible. Maybe we should seek and offer more than sex, validation, or any egoic gain. Maybe we can help women taste inner freedom, joy and peace. Just a glimpse, you know? This is an artform, right? Maybe I am getting ahead of myself.

For now, I know that I need to be more conscious of the frames I set, the value I display, and the direction I take my interactions. To be aware of effects and emotions (among other intangibles). I need to write down and solidify these themes, attitudes, and dreams. To use them and live them thoughtfully and deliberately. I read that pleasure is derived from external things, while joy arises from within. How many of our journeys are seeking pleasure-fulfilment-recongnition-validation-security? And how many of us are actually seeking and discovering our own personal joy and love and inner stillness? What do you give your energy to? The present moment is all we ever have. GoneSavage

Thursday, May 19, 2005

The Saga Continues....

Its pretty simple when you think about it, and dont think too much about it. Think of all the great stories youve read and movies youve seen. Were talking epics here. I bet they all follow one of or both of these two basic themes. Two basic plots. Lets call them uber-plots: 1) Man leaves behind all that is known and familiar and set out on a journey to find himself or change things. 2) Stranger comes into town and shakes things up, changing what is known and familiar. 1 is my story. 2 is hers. The challenge is 1) having enough varied and meaningful interactions to feel like I am learning and growing and 2) convincing her that I am the perfect stranger capable of rocking her worldgiving her the emotional and sexual connection that she has dreamed of (and then some)and memories that she will cherish forever.

Friday, May 20, 2005

I'm a Migrant Sex Worker

If you can tell me what these distinctions mean and why I would bother to write them down, let me know. Im here on business. Im here visiting friends/family. I just moved here.

I am thinking about moving here. Im here for x (attraction/event). Im on a road trip (passing through). Im here on vacation. Im searching for something. Im running from something. Im a local resident. Im in search of my soul-mate. Im in search of variety. Im in search of myself. Im in search of my soul-city or dream job. Im a travel writer/photographer. Im here for volunteer work. Im starting over/turning a new leaf. Im a wanderer/drifter/vagabond. Im running from the law/press/parents. Im a migrant sex worker.

Saturday, May 21, 2005

Lust is Not a Battle or a Conquest (GWM notes)

I've been introduced to GWM(2-3) Here are some notes: Women love sex. The natural man knows that the desire for sex is there and will act upon it for mutual gratification. Sex is a natural thing that happens between a man and a woman. It is not a battle or a conquest. It is animal lust. Think like a MAN and an adult, not something weak or helpless. Don't look for trouble, but dont avoid it either. Dont take shit from anyone with a smile. Dont grin and bear it, just bear it. Your sexual state and testosterone will drive your aggression and persistence in mating and competition with other men. Have male masculine role models. Like Arnold in the Predator. Biologically men and women are very much alike.

Move confidently. Look people in the eye and do not break contact. Touch a woman when it feels right. Stand close to her. Talk in a calm sexy voice. Party hard. Let loose. Dont verbalize sexual things. Be a subtle sexy man and dont use lewd behavior or pick up lines. GWM clubs Busy tonight! What are you drinking? Why are you wearing that in here? Did you notice . Do you come here often? (tongue in cheek) shoot a look like just kidding what a pick up line. You from these parts, where are your friends? Hey, me and my friends are having this after party deal, you should follow us We didnt get much of a chance to get to know each other and party, lets hit my place and have some drinks and listen to some tunes. Implicit direct = neutral with shared pretenses?

Non-Verbal Mating Dance (AI notes)

A friend recently introduced me to the concept of AI (Approach Invitation). I find it an intriguing concept because not only have I never tried to elicit AI, I have never even actively looked for it. I have opted for the 3 SEC RULE. But, I think it will be compelling to experiment with eliciting AI. Particularly for the fuck-ups and combined notes in this post. I have enough field experience to know that I fuck up the "non-verbal mating dance" all the time. I do approaches with such relentless vigilance, never with planning or structure. My O:C (open:close) ratio is horrible. Here are a couple counterproductive habits that I will work to eradicate: 1) I often have done surprise openers FROM BEHIND. I will approach a woman from behind and grab her sides or touch her shoulder to get attention. Shes startled. She stops moving, turns, and I speak. This was never built on any theory, just me going for what I want. But, according to AI Theory, this is weird, aggressive, and does not give her time to evaluate me for minimum compatibility. I am ignoring her power of choice. Fair enough, I get blown out more often that not this way, but Im learning. 2) Once in a while, I am particularly well-dressed for certain night venues. PUAs call this a type of peacocking. At such times, I have noticed women checking me out. This is RARE. I will smile and KEEP MOVING thinking she digs me, shes a sure thing. I will then approach a DIFFERENT girl or set, honestly thinking that the AI girl is a sure thing and that I can build attraction by her watching the interaction with someone else. Social proof. Of course, when I go

to open AI girl, she is COLD. AI Theory would say that the attraction was already there, and I had a small window of opportunity to move in and engage this girl. By not using that window, I effectively REJECTED the girl. Ouch, Im learning. 3) Ive done openers that ASSUME AI when there certainly was none. For example, I will approach a girl who has not so much as looked at me and say, you must be shyIve been here for two minutes and you havent come talk to me! Or I will stop a girl in passing and say, Hey, you cant just check me out and not stop and introduce yourself! when she hasnt even looked at me. Its cocky and funny and it can usually get a conversation started. And, at best, a number that FLAKES. According to AI Theory, I have not given her a chance to look me over. And I have put her on the spot. And if she is not of a high self-esteem or in a good mood, shes going to walk off. It happens, Im learning.

Approach Invitation Notes: EAI-AI is a non-verbal mating dance. AIs complete much of the attraction stage before you even approach so that you dont have to bother with C&F or other aggressive stuff. Go right into rapport. She wants you to take enough time to explore her looks and demeanor and make sure there is minimum compatibility. Give her time to QE before EC, so as to respect her power of choice. EAI is meant to make the target consciousnonverbal, subtle interest communication. After you QE the target, move into her line of vision, she gives you AI, giver her time to look you over without EC or opening. Attention Attractors force QE EC, nod, personal space intrusion (grabbing an item), presenting of body. Gravitation with an excuse activity is a subtle courtship signal. Pop up several times near her fake the unconscious gravitation leading to more visibly paying attention. A reassurance icebreaker will officialize the vibe and mating dance and force a reaction from her. After AI, the opener should combine sexual state projection with neutral talk The 3 sec rule allows her no time to determine a bit before the approach who you are. This shows that you dont respect her right of choice. She may also be programmed to blow off all guys who approach like this and surprise her. If you know she realizes shes being checked out, that is all you need to assume interest. If she lingers around (no AR) then you must approach. There is a fine line between staring/stalking and gazing selectively before approaching Opening Lines after AI: You have something that distinguishes you from other women, I just dont know what You know you attracted my attention for some time You caught my attentionyeahI dont know but Id like to find out. Hi. Are you from here? Whats your name?

Monday, May 23, 2005

My Top 5 Sticking Points

1) Ejecting before rejection. Not making an SOI or pushing for a close. Not making the ho say no. 2) Asking too many questions. Not making enough statements. Need to stray from the bland rapport questions. 3) Making surprise approaches. Not observing AI or eliciting AI. 4) Being too direct or too try-hard. Not using neutral openers. 5) Being too social and not sexual.

Sunday, May 29, 2005

Real Bad Sick with the Illy Bad Illness, Yo

4AM. Cant sleep. Ill pretend someone is going to read this. Im on a dry spell that is approaching three weeks. Fuck. Lots of issues. Things that fuck up my internal state and mood and make me want to rationalize not achieving the results that I want. To my credit, I have been socially active in spite of these things. But outcomes have been less than glorious. First of all, I am sick. Somehow I picked up a cold or some illness. Ive been coughing and blowing snot for three weeks. I thought I might have caught something from my south Georgia girl, but she says she is not sick and had not been prior to our relations. So I got this somewhere, and while I am taking Advil C&S, I do not seem to be getting any better. It is kind of hard attracting someone when you have to turn your head every 30sec to cough and spit. The coughing and shortness of breath is particularly pronounced if I run or exercise. As well as when I am in smoky bars. And it is damn frustrating when I cant sleep because of coughing fits. So, that said, the rest is probably just a downward-spiral-caught-in-a-slump sort of issue. Like feeling like I havent been working out or exercising or engaging in enough physical activities. And over-eating and junk-food binging. Not really a big deal. I think all this coughing is actually giving me noticeable ab definition. Anyway

Other issues, of the past three weeks, just for the sake of getting them in writing: car trouble (money trouble), actual physical work (social obligation in Atlanta), information overload (thanks Aghora), experimenting with indirect and neutral openers (boring), spending time with guys (OK fun, but none of us are getting laid), sight-seeing (distractions?), time and stress related to actual traveling (like finding out where places and people are), bad weather. Blah blah blah. I have been pursuing this night game too much. To the point now where I have been neglecting daygame and my sleeping patterns are all fucked up. Horribly. Its probably how I got sick, but at any rate the smoke is not helping me get better. In Orlando I felt like I was progressing in night game. Everything since (Atlanta, Chapel Hill, and Virginia Beach) has felt like a waste of time. I could go into detail, but I see no point. Must get back into day game with a vengeance. Relentless pursuit.

Thursday, June 09, 2005

LR: DC D4: Freak on the Street

DC Day 4. First thing I did was type up the Day 3 post at the Holiday Inn in Ballston. But their wi-fi is a pay system, so I knew Id have to delay the post until I found free wireless internet somewhere. I parked at the Harris Teeter, because I cant afford another $8 parking day. Its a 24 hour store, very crowded when I left, so I figured Id be okay. My intent was to bike downtown and cross the Roosevelt Bridge instead of the Key Bridge and end up near GW University instead of Georgetown. Once I got there, the Roosevelt Bridge just looked like an interstate rampit didnt look safe for biking. After colliding with a taxi yesterday, I decided to just cross the Key Bridge and bike through Georgetown and over into another area. Well, of course I see an amazing girl walking in Georgetown. So I park the bike and head after her. I walk up from behind (I guess this is my trademark) pace a couple steps beside her, check out her face (NICE this time). Hey (pause) I know this is odd, but I couldnt walk past without paying you a compliment (Pause--were still walking, but I slow down as I say) Theres just something about your energy, the way you carry yourself that I find very attractive. I dont really give time for it to be deflected and I introduce myself and when I hear the accent I immediately ask her where she if from. Uzbekistan. Great! I tell her about my Russian friends, etc. I should actually brush up on geography and *perhaps* learn a little Russian for strong social proof since it looks like soviet girls are becoming my type. Nah. I walk with her all the way to GW University, which is where I wanted to go, but I kinda wanted to BIKE there. Anyway, this girl has been in the US for 5 years and she does not work and she likes FUN and her English is a lot better than Belarus babe. The catch is, of course, she is married. I tried

to work an in, but nah. Two fun things that I remember her saying: American girls have no style. They think this shirt will go with this skirt. NO. It is horrible. You must look in the mirror. And You show me a US map and say Texas and I will show you. You say Uzbekistan to an average America and they say what?? Pakistan? Good times. BTW, I am wearing black pants, black shoes, and a black SS buttoned shirt with a single red horizontal stripe. And a black hat that I just got. It is a weird hat like a skull cap/toboggan but with a bill. I really want to wear a hat if I am doing street PU because I hate when my forehead gets sun-burnt. So I tried to find one a bit unusual. So I wander around the campus and that little mall place nearby. The approaches at the mall are less than memorable. Maybe because I was doing *opinion* openers based on the silly hat. Girls said they approved of the hat, but it was awkward for me to transition after that. Back on the street, and back to being more direct. I quick-number closed this amazingly hot brunette going to a broadcasting class. I walk up from behind as she is walking and say, Hold on and I started zipping her backpack. You almost spilled everywhere. She says, Thank you with a genuine expression. I joke about the sweaty gym shorts she almost lost and I say, Really, I thought you were cute and it was a good excuse to come talk to you. Are you nice? She says, Yes, are you nice? I guess you are because you helped me out. I run my impressions of DC threads. I walk her to class as we chat and exchange numbers. I say, If we get along on the phone, well do something low-key like coffee. She say, OK great! By now it is like 5PM, I do a couple more approaches. Then I realized that I am drained for energy and I am actually becoming another one for these tired and worn folk with zombie faces. I remembered how upbeat and lively and full-of-energy I was three days ago. I sit and just watch for a bit. On the flip side, I also realize that this is the first day I have positively been feeling better from some kind of sickness (very little coughing today). Its overcast again and Im thinking another Monday storm is in store and I figure I have to start walking back towards Georgetown. Of course, I get lost. Then I see HER. Shes across the street and walking the opposite direction. Hot brunette with her hair up, black shirt, long black boots, and a hot pink skirt. And big dangly beaded earrings (though I probably didnt notice these until I was closer). I cross the street then head the direction she was walking. Heythis is probably awkward, but I just had to tell you...I love your vibeand your sense of style. She says thank you and I introduce myself. Then I say, What do you do? Whats your thing? Where are you going? I dont think rapid-fire questions are really solid game, but when she took the time to answer each before asking me anything, I had that sensation of really feeling I was IN. So I kept walking with her and we had great convo. I ran my impressions of DC threads and we talked about places we have traveled and interests and passions. Etc, etc. At some point she says, Are you leading or am I? I need to go THAT way. OK, have you eaten? Yeah, but I could eat again. Why dont we just get a drink? OK. I find out she is 20. We go to Starbucks and I display my cheapskate side when I ask for an ice-water and when the cashier tells me that they only SELL water Im like, oh, nevermind. She wants lemonade and is told they only have lemonade in bottles. I put my hand on her back and whisper, we should go

somewhere else. I walk her to sit in the shelter of this tree. The sun has just gone down and it is raining lightly. BTW, this is in Dupont Circle which she tells me is GAY district. I talk about being aggressively hit on by a gay in Richmond and how I was just going to put up with him until he made a statement of intent. She laughed at the term. But I rubbed her shoulder and side to demonstrate how I got hit on. She said that was hardly aggressive. ;) We continue walking. Id definitely come back to this area to check it out. I found out her living situation and were just having lively conversation. I tell her about going on gem trails in the west to find garnets and turquoise and petrified wood and apache tears and such. Shes traveled a lot and tells me about her time in Cuba doing social research. BTW, she is half Puerto Rican and half white; very cute. I tell her about interpersonal philosophy and my tests that she probably couldnt pass. Little body language stuff that I made up to help me meet the kind of people that I really want to meet. So I showed her the trust test and explained it afterwards. Then I showed her the hand holding test that I made up on the spot. Basically I had her interpret the different ways people can hold hands and pick a favorite. So were now walking fingers intertwined. I just hold her hand for a couple minutes to not seem clingy. She had told me earlier that she had to head home to let her dogs out. Im trying to find a reason to get me there with her. Cooking was not the best route since she had just eaten. I did find out what she likes to cook. So I start talking about movies and find out what she has and what I have to see. We head off. Still having great conversation with some teasing. Great vibe. At one point she says how random this is and how she never gets approached. This is also a callback to earlier topics about people being aloof and standoffish or expecting something from people and people wearing headphones, etc. At one point she asks my last name. I say, I hope this is a genealogy thing, and not the part where you put my last name next to your first name and start imagining a future together. Im not husband material; Im not even boyfriend material. Good times. ANYWAY, we get lost. We walked through Adams Morgan which is the district many many people have been telling me to find. Gotta say, it looks HOT. It was 9PM at this point, on Thursday, and the streets were bumping already. She said that this scene is what Georgetown used to be like before the preppies took over. She told me more about the area and where she Salsa dances, etc. BUTwe were still two communities away, way up north of the zoo (cant think of the name), and wed been walking on streets that shed never taken. At one point we realized (I do have a map) that we had walked like eight blocks the wrong way. I say, Well, that was north, now let me show you south! She apologizes for not knowing the area. I say, I know your trick. First you get me tired and overcome with fatigue; then you take advantage of me. Well its not going to work. She plays along and says, What if I knock you unconscious. Haha. Well, Im on guard. So its a long-ass trek and the conversation and vibe never dies. Shes very intelligent and witty and we have a wide rapport going. Finally we find her place. She reminds me that I have vehicles all across the district. Theres one little surprise at the house. Her roommate is out of town--she has already told me this (green light)--but when we get there, her roommates boyfriend is there in the living room. Meh I got the impression that this guy cramped her style or made her uneasy or something.

So we hang out in the basement instead of her room. Its quite a nice little house. First house I have been inside in DC anyway. I spend some time looking at books and photos and all the stuff in the house. All the stuff in the basement was her roommates. I just let my attention wander for awhile GS: SoI heard you give great back rubs. She say, HB: I heard you have great pick-up lines. GS: I thought we were beyond that. Besides, I dont know the first thing about pick up. I just say whatever comes out of my mouth and hope for the best. I sit in front of her and she gives me a token back rub. Im sweaty as shit and I take my shirt off. Act a little shy and she continues until she says, My turn. I give her a deep tissue like incredibly amazing back massage and shes moaning and shit. I whisper the following. GS: You have to stop that. HB: What? GS: Making all those sensuous noises. HB: Why? GS: Because its turning me on too much. HB: Well, I cant help it. Im an expressive person. GS: Then I really shouldnt hang out with youbecause expressive women make me want to doincredibly hot and sensuous things. Then I turn her head slowly and kiss her. Shes all into it. The foreplay is amazing. Lots of massage and I verbalize how I am moving penetrating energy through her. I ask her about her favorite sensuous food and bath vs shower and kissing neck vs biting ears. I HATE having my ears bit and she bit me hard. I stopped her and looked in her eyes and said dont ever do that. She apologizes. She also scratched the fuck out of my neck later on. I told her the three rules to solidify consent and diffuse any last minute resistance. This is how it came last night: For us to have this and enjoy this together (vague)you have to accept certain rules First, this is win/winfor both of us to enjoy and no one feels like they are being taken advantage of (she smiles). Second, to show proper respect, we must use protection (she shows a face of relief and nods). Finally, you have to realize that this is not about the act itself, but you want this because you know it will be so intense and so passionate that just thinking about what weve shared will leave you grinning and blushing for a weekwith erotic memories that you will cherish for the rest of your life. And I kiss her again. We progress slowly and tease each other. Neither of us had a condom and she actually searches all over this room. What self-respecting aids activist doesnt have condoms? she remarks about the roommate. She says, We can either not do this, or we can be those shady people that come into the convenience store at 1AM just to buy condoms. I say, Its cool. Weve both shown amazing restraint tonight. And I start to get dressed. She looks disappointed and I remind her that she has to work early

and I ask her to take me to my car in Ballston. Reluctantly, she gets dressed and we head off. We take the long-ass loop of 495 over to 66 and reach the van at Harris Teeters. Its like 1:30 and luckily no tow, boot, or ticket. On the drive, we talked mostly about music and concerts, and I rubbed her thighs once in a while to keep buying temperature high. When we get to my van GS: I want you to do me a favor HB: OKwithin reason. GS: I take $1 out of my pocket and say, Go get me a gallon of spring water--house brand. HB; Huh? Come with me. GS: Theres something I want to show you, but I have to fix something first. Go get some water HB: Oh, you want me to leave (she smiles) GS: Yep. Remember the Transformers? (she nods) My van is a Transformer; it will look completely different when you get back I give her a kiss and send her into the store. I move shit around in the van and fix up the cushions and pillows. I run in and have time to piss and we check out with the gallon of water together. I say, Okay, youre not going to believe this! and I open the door and jump in. She follows and I say, Pretty cozy huh? She agrees. So it doesnt take long before were having passionate *protected* sex in the grocery store parking lot. She tests the rigidity of my tool in her mouth before impaling herself for a wild cowgirl ride. A deep dicking in missionary is next. Then I fuck her doggie style with her full n fleshy funbags flopping against the van vinyl. We ride the wave of lust until we are both sweaty and satisfied and the windows are covered with a dense film. She tells me how incredible and amazing and lovely and unexpected the evening was. GoneSavage NoteSome of the phraseology in that last part I borrowed from a porno mag. :) NoteThe next day, when I returned to Georgetown, my bike had been stolen. :(

Friday, June 10, 2005

OR: DC D5: Learning Wing Etiquette

I met with Uncivil Warrior (Aaron) upon his invite. I also had an Aghora (Sid) tag along who was passing through DC and stopped to hang. So the three of us are at Reef and split apart to open sets. Im doing my thing and Aaron is doing his. He points out some other ASF guys and I meet them and they tell me they are going somewhere else and ask me to come along. Cool, let me find Aaron again and see what he is doing. So I find Aaron and he is in this 2set. I do not open either girl. I go to Aaron simply to tell him that I have been invited to go somewhere else and to see if he wants to come. To me, this is social proof he is not there alone and the girls see that we are part of a larger social circle or at least we run into people we know when we are out. ANYWAY, Aarons girl talks to me without me saying anything to anyone but Aaron. Asks my name. We introduce and the other (yes, the cocky-sharp-alpha girl) starts talking to me. Im in the set for like three sentences. Im IGNORING Aarons target and I NEG the other girl (Wheres your off button?) who started making fun of my shirt and saying other smart-ass things. Aaron wants to stay there. His target actually says that they should go with me. The alpha girl reminds her that they just got beers, and Im off with these other guys. The second venue is $5. It is so RARE that I would ever pay money to socialize, but I was considering it. SO I first ask them to go in and report the crowd. I talk to girls on the street. The guys that just paid $5 come back and tell me that it is lame. I head back to where Aaron is and there is an incredible line to get in. So I phone him to see how his set is going. He says great. I think, OK, then if they are into you, you should venue change them. I dont know the city and Id be happy to go anywhere that doesnt have a line and a cover charge. AND, since I was here because of him, I didnt want to split on the first set. Lesson: When a guy invites me to hang, I will definitely from now on ask his rules and his plans and his goals and how we should interact. I think the guy that initiates the outing or the guy with home-turf advantage should state his rules and give the other PUA a chance to compromise if needed. Planning. Well, Aaron gets them to venue change. Cool. We go across the street. This place has a $7 cover. Im OUT. Seriously. The dominant and brash girl (note: she is not even considered a target at this point) says Ill pay for you, but you better make this up to me. Like with a serious tone of disgust. The doorman says something like, Yeah man, you owe her bigtime. Im like, OK Ill make you dinner. She says, You better not mean McDonalds and alludes to something that Aaron must have been saying in set. Im like, Hope you like Taco Bell.

But heres the thing. I hadnt even realized at the time that this was a pretty big IOI for her to pay my cover. Right? I was actually thinking that her friend must really be into Aaron and shes just keeping us together because she doesnt know our driving situation and she is trying not to mess things up for her friend. (Although I will also say thisI had girls buying me drinks and pizza, etc all weekend in DC on their own insistencethis kind of forwardness has not been my experience in the south.) SO, I check with Aaron to make sure his target is definitely the short girl and he says she is and it looks solid. Cool. We go upstairs and alpha-chick starts moving furniture around and I give her a hand. Aaron sits down with his girl beside him. Then SHE asks me to sit on the other side of her. Oh shit. I sit for a minute and she asks what I do and why Im in town. I give her brief answers and Im pretty aloof. I ask her nothing. Then I wander off. Im checking this place out and I actually had some seemingly solid interactions I was working in different parts of the place. When I roll back in I sit beside the stuck up Jewish girl (who is still not a target) and I listen in for a little bit as Sid is talking to her. She deflects everything he says and the poor guy gets little rapport. I say nothing, talk to Aaron for a bit, and leave to check my other sets. The next time I return (20 minutes must have passed), the short girl starts talking to me again. Im being really terse and I say, Listen my friend is really into you. I think you two are good together and I have to give him space. Whats up with your friend? She says, Why, do you like her? I smile, kind of cock my head, and say, I havent decided yet. And then this girl gives me a blatant SOI. She says, I know Aaron likes me, but the problem is, I really like you. I say, Nah, you shouldnt like me. Im homeless. I sleep in a van. Im ugly. Etc, etc. I left to find Aaron. Im like, Dude, how solid do you think this girl is? Solid man, I got this. You sure its so solid? Why dont you get her number and well go find other chicks? No man, I got this; its on. You sure bro, number close her, we can do better Just give me space man, I got this. OK. Since I knew that my wings target was not into him, I should have been more explicit in letting him know. Of course, the common reaction to this scenario is that I never should have entered his set. PERIOD. So I work my short sets all over the venue. By the time I came back to this set. I sit beside the opinionated-dominant girl and basically call her and her friend on their behavior. I basically read her the Riot Act (with a smile). I say that her friend is just out for attention and validation and she is being way too flirty and she is totally misleading my friend. She says that it is true and she is always like that etc, etc. Then I tell this girl that she is so vocal in her opinions and comes across with such a strong and feisty personality to mask greater insecurities and weaknesses that she sees in herself. Well, it would certainly be her to admonish me for such statements. Instead, she thinks for a minute and agrees. Instant rapport. She asks if I want a beer and I say sure. (Then I go off to another set.) I come back and we have our drink and this girl is asking why I was so cruel and mean to her at the

other venue: By which, she means giving her doses of exactly what she was giving other people. I tell her that she and I are more socially aware and savvy than most people. I remind her that she was condescending to Sid, who is shy and not so socially aware, like us, and that I did not like that she did that. You can spar with me all night, I can take it, but dont pull that shit on my friend. She apologizes. I also tell her that we are too much alike and that well always butt heads. She qualifies and tries to tell me that wed get along, etc. Alessandro calls. I had met this guy for one second earlier in the night. He wants me to come down. I tell him about Aaron and the girls and the beer. He wants me to come down for a minute just to meet him. OK. Whats funny is that the girl that Aaron was still entertaining is like, Who is your friend? I want to meet him!... Like she was trying to isolate me. Or chomping at the bit for me to isolate her. I said he was my spiritual advisor which to me is a throwaway line, but she seemed really intrigued. (Or maybe she was trying to isolate me, as previously noted.) I felt her eyes on me especially now as her friend and I were opening up to each other. Funny thing. At this point I honestly didnt remember either of their names. So I go to the balcony and BOTH girls follow me. I holler at Alessandro in the street and when they see him look up, they are both like, Not that guy! Youre friends with him? Im not going down there. I had no idea how or when, but apparently theyd met before. And apparently he left a bad impression. So I go down and greet. I think he actually pays to come in. But when I start to head back up, the girls are downstairs and the alpha-chick grabs me. I know what this is, so I kiss her. Pull back, kiss, pull back, kiss. I pullback with anti-club-PDA-defense and get her to tell me stories about her first grade kids. Shes got good stories. The amusing thing is that during this time, I was completely oblivious to whatever rift was going on between Aaron and Alessandro over the other girl. None of them (Aaron, Alessandro, Sid, or the chick) were even in sight. Plus my attention was finally focused on this girl as she had earned it. Naturally, Im remembering the SOI from the other girl and Im thinking threesome potential. I find out their living situation and test this girl for bisexual tendencies. They are there. And she sees where I am leading, but pulls herself out because this is her best friend. Ok, well find someone else, I tell her. She insists that she alone is more than I can handle. The other girl comes to find me and somehow I get isolated with her inside the bar. She says she cant believe that I made out with her best friend after she told me that she liked me. I reminded her that I was looking out for Aaron and I wasnt going to move in on his girl. Shes like, But Id still be your first choice, right? I say I dont know and I move in and kiss her slowly and passionately. I pull back and say, Youre trouble. We talk a bit and we have no idea where anyone else is. We finally find her friend and Sid outside. Aaron is apparently long gone, and I feel guilty, even though Alessandro is the one that stole the girl if anyone wants to see it as a steal.

I suggest we afterbar and Im trying to code Sid to move in on shortie. I know he hadnt a chance, but Im trying to get her occupied while I reengage the girl that I made out with first. Anyway, alpha girl is trying to code the other to ask if she kissed me. The girl says nothing and she is all smiles. Finally the girl straight asks her and she says NO. Im talking to Sid about something unrelated like I dont know whats going on. Then she asks me if we kissed and I say YES and I divert the attention off of me by whispering. I bet she denied it, huh? Thats so like her, just soaking up attention and just having fun. But youre different, youre genuine and real. And a better kisser. So shes back in. Then Alessandro rolls in and starts gaming the short girl. This is the first interaction Ive seen of his. Im thinking -- does this guy actually pull women? So he does his high-energy street twirls and shit and wants to take us to somewhere. Thats cool. But we have to take Sid. Of course he was telling me to ditch him in an uncool and blatant way. But Im way too nice. Turns out that Sid was, in all honesty, was the biggest hindrance in the end. Its not worth mentioning in detail. But there come a point where you have to realize that you are not part of the interaction. Youre not a participant and it makes absolutely no sense to be an observer. We are all independent and self-reliant and we have to exercise our ability to walk away and not sabotage things for others. Sorry, bro. So the short flirty girl that everyone was after tried to sabotage shit too. My dumb-ass was still trying to flirt with her too. Like if I couldnt pull a threesome, I actually thought I would fuck the stuck-up Jew girl tonight and fuck the other girl on a day two. (Oh yeah, when the short flirty girl isolated me back at the club, we planned a day two. Haha.) Anyway, you wont believe what happened with her. All parties involved will surely kick themselves. It was actually my girls idea as she was getting damned pissed that we were still flirting with each other. Shifty bitches, man. Get this: She sets her up with another guy on the street! Some tall muscular motherfucker wearing a tight t-shirt walking his dog. Youd think he was a fag (we all did). Anyway, in looks, this fag has us all beat to death. I guess he just walks his dog at closing time and all the horny bitches that get worked up by three ASFers just swoon over him. Fools mate. Anyway, I contributed the above post as part of an ongoing and energetic thread about community cockblocking. My take on the night was not even the first in the thread. Briefly: The next day, Aaron writes a reminder to Alessandro to not enter and intentionally blow a guy out of set and steal girls from him. Alessandro then writes a lengthy FR describing how I ended up with the two chicks. Some other guys chime in with the wing rules (new to me), the gist of which is: GOLDEN RULE #1: join a set only if PUA1 invites you IN!

GOLDEN RULE #2: if you think you want to help read rule #1 A: if PUA1 is talking to a lone wolf, LEAVE HIM ALONE B: if the PUA1 is talking to a 3 or more people, LEAVE HIM ALONE C: in the event PUA1 is talking to a 2set AND UG is getting bored,then you have the option to go IN. If you decide to go IN, you canonly do it with: -enter and disregard the girls (they do not exist until PUA1introduces them to you). Disregard means no talking, no touching, nolooking at the girls. -greed your friend PUA1: "Hey, what's up?" -ask PUA1 a random question, example: "have you seen John?" I submit the above post. Aaron commends me for providing clarity and closure and that he enjoyed meeting me and had no issue with me. Cool. Next I got a small piece of advice. I should not have acted as a marketer for Aaron. That lowers his vale and my self-depreciation raised mine. Better to have said "Ah, my buddy is such a flirt... you know he's just playing with you right? You're totally not his type." Cool, I see the psychology there. Lesson learned. Alessandro sums the thread up with I personally have a memory depth of about 12 hours as far as game is concerned. There is so much fish in the pond, it doesn't even make sense to fight over an empty tuna can. If you want a feel-good emotional support group, go ahead, find like-minded people in here and by all means feel good together, but don't bother me. But then EVERYONE else has an opinion. Some guys got a feel for my perspective on the interaction. Like how circumstances change and your thoughts and motives change as time progresses. And how a lot of what I do is kinda random and blissfully nave (read other posts here). Other guys gave me way too much credit as an experienced and skilled PUA-in fact a manipulative and unethical and ruthless PUA. One who intentionally tooled Aaron and sabotaged his set and acted like a kid in a candy store. But Ferraris initial analysis of my initial post really opened my eyes to some of the things that I did unintentionally to create such a strong attraction in the beginning. More importantly, he set me straight on how to consciously behave with a wing to not appear outrageous and unacceptable. I asked his approval to post his response.

FR: DC D6: Venezuelan Coffee Date

6/11. Sid and I did a bit of sightseeing and getting lost. Checked out Central Station and drove around the monuments. Toured the Washington National Cathedral. Sid then hit the road back to Atlanta. I took a nap and then headed for Adams Morgan for some solo pick up artistry or maybe a dramatic crash and learn. The lack of parking in DC blows my mind. I drove all around this district and found nothing. I finally headed back to Georgetown and parked. Then I walked all the way to Adams Morgan. This was a 40 minute walk at a brisk pace. When I first got to the outskirts of the AM district I approached a gorgeous woman who turned out to be Columbian. I actually began talking to her with what we call an indirect style. I simply said Is this the way to Adams Morgan? She said yeas and I began walking beside of her talking about how this is where people have told me to check out and the other impressions of DC threads found in the DC Day 2 and 3 posts. Then Im asking her about where she is from and just flirting. The interaction was going well enough that I venue changed her (or rather I took her off the street into a venue). I asked her if she wanted to get a drink and she rifled through her purse and could not find her ID. Then she remembered that her husband had it. Sounds like a flake, but we went to a coffee shop and she bought me a drink there instead. We had lively conversation and she taught me some elementary Spanish (that I have already learned and forgotten, learned and forgotten, several times in my life). She is 24. Ive got her laughing and Im being really flirtatious and overt saying that we are going to have an intimate and passionate affair behind her husbands back. No, no. I really dont know where I could have taken this. But she was interested in something. She liked my company I guess. Maybe it is just a custom where she is from to buy a drink for a guy that shows interest in you, even if you have a husband. Im really nave about things. Then he gets off work and picks her up. We chat for a sec. Dude is really really good looking (muy guapo). I go to Reef where we were last night. There were two sets of two that I had going for awhile (among other less memorable approaches). I fucked them up by being overly cocky and arrogant. It was mostly that I was coming off of the intense energy from the happenings of Thursday and Friday. I somehow felt unstoppablebut I wasnt doing the necessary work. Plus I was overcompensating with aggressive attraction tactics having just come from a relaxed rapportbased interaction with the Columbian girl. But I could not get rapport in the bars because I was just being stupid and cocky and making really ugly mistakes. Like I was talking to this short redhead that I definitely would have entertained with my dick, and I quite unintentionally press like every low self esteem button she has. Like I was telling a stupid story about a midget, WTF? Then she was talking about her boyfriend. Im like, I bet hes a great guy. He buys you flowers and chocolates and takes you on big trips. On and on. And I say I bet hes ready to put a Diamondelle on your finger and hes got one hot in the oven and I poke her tummy. Shes all like, are you saying I look pregnant? Shit like that. Oh and I complemented her on her freckles or her crows feet or some other insecurity. Her friend thought it was pretty funny to see her reaction to my stupid shit and she was into me and buying me drinks. I fucked up my chance with her by constantly interacting with other chicks outside this set and trying to pull them into this set and not really paying attention to her. I think if I had shown her some genuine curiosity

and made an attempt to get to know her, it may have gotten somewhere (depending, of course, on how pissed off her friend really wasshe had stopped talking to me, but didnt force her friend to stop.) Also, my impressions of DC threads that I had worked all week to cultivate were falling apart. First, Id been here six days and the freshness that conveyed the vulnerability and awkwardness of being in a new city was wearing off. Second, I was abbreviating the threads and not giving them the emotion and emphasis that made them powerful. The other 2set I fucked up in a similar way. For example, the girl I wanted (hey, I picked a target for once) mentioned a FB when I said something about how she should not be so exclusive with her boyfriend. Like she said, I have an FB on the side. I start using terminology and shit and tell her that she is going to be my wingwoman. Then Id chat someone else. Stupid ass shit. I actually get her and her friend to venue change and buy me a pizza slice. I let her take the lead on where to go since I dont know the city. Meh We end up at a horribly loud place. Like my ears are ringing and verbal communication is impossible. I tell her to take us somewhere else and we go to a karaoke place. They stay in the karaoke room and I try to open dead sets in other parts of the bar. Not feeling it. When I come back, the 2set that bought me pizza is gone. I call it a draw, think about Thursday and Friday, and actually start that tremendous walk before last call. It takes me nearly an hour to get back.

Sunday, June 12, 2005

NR: DC D7: Some TIME at the Smithsonian

6/12. So Im at the Smithsonians Museum of American History. Incredible place. I could spend days here. And realize that this is just one relatively small part of the Smithsonian Institutes complex of museums. And then I get captivated by one relatively miniscule exhibit on TIME. Whoa. TIME. This is the shit that I think about. Its like a history of our perception and interpretation and measure of and control by TIME. Like, think about this. Think about how long mankind existed without clocks and watches to regulate time. Our perception of time was based on the rising and setting of the sun, changing of seasons, phases of the moon, cycles of hunger and sleep, and the duration of events. Clocks, and their predecessor the sundial, are medieval European inventions. But our global obsession with time is principally an American fixation. The economy of America was based on merchant trading in the Atlantic. Economic success depended on timely exchange. Time soon came to be seen as not only Gods order for the universe, but as a basis for profitable business. America produced millions of watches and the most precise clocks. American

watchmakers redesigned watches so that they could be assembled from interchangeable parts with special machines by unskilled laborers. Even the Swissthe previous top watch makersbegan to adopt American factory-based watch-making methods. It was the Industrial Revolution that transformed the making of clocks from a craft into a factory-based industry. Now everyone could afford a timepiece. People desired clocks as status symbols even when they could not tell time, or hadnt the need to tell time. It was gradual that people began to tell time by time of the clock or time oclock. As clocks became more affordable and more desired as status symbols, religions started adjusting routines and schedules to conform to clock time. Soon people we expected to know the time and we were held accountable for being on time. We began to sleep with clocks. We put watches on our wrists so we would know the time at every moment. Alarm clocks and wrist watches flourished in the 1870s and 1880s. Women wore watches as neck chains and brooches. Everyone had a portable mechanized assistant for maintaining an irrational time discipline. Time restricted personal behavior. Well, in 1883 Americans came up with the idea of having TIME ZONES to create a standard time. And the next year the concept went worldwide. Yes, some countries refused to acknowledge standard time (at the time). The invention of the automobile and lights and telephones and moving pictures were INTELLECTUALIZING TIME and had us seeing that time is relative. We were constantly ORGANIZING TIME and we adopted the second to be the fundamental unit of time. All American ideals. We also started EXPANDING TIME by introducing 24 hours restaurants and stores and thinking that open all night and reversed schedules (Rooster vs Owl) was the way to be progressive. But you have to realize that the human animal is diurnalwe are supposed to SLEEP when it gets dark. People with round-the-clock schedules risk chronic fatigue, ill health, and accidents. Employers began to CONTROL TIME with master clocks, whistles, time stamps, time clocks, and the notion of speedy efficiency. Americans became obsessed with using time efficiently. Time is constantly divided up, measured out, and not to be wasted. Whats worse, the incessant regimentation of the workplace and the spread of the fixed-hour workday heightened the distinction between labor and leisure. Its time for a drink became the watchword of after-work in many urban and suburban communities. The cocktail hour--defined, ironically, in terms of the clock, and of limited durationoffers a ritual to mark the transition to leisure time. Bet you never thought about this stuff, huh? So herere some questions that the exhibit poses: Do you have enough time? Who controls your time? What role does the clock play in your life? Can you ignore the clock?

Why is the clock so important? Is faster better? Is patience a virtue? When does time go by too fast? What is your best time of day? Are you ever out of synch? How long is too long? Of course SUN night I met up with Narcissisto and Alessandro and we hit the streets...not shit going on besides working girls and a random salsa party that we crashed.

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

Just a Little Hike in VA

6/15. Today I was at Shenandoah National Park driving Skyline Drive. Its this 105-mile road that follows the contours of the ridge with pullout scenic vistas every couple miles. So Im stopping at all these viewpoints like its absolutely obligatory to stop at every one. Pretty soon Im thinking, These views are nice, but they all kind of looks the same. Ive got to get off this road and take a hike. So I found a trail to walk with the intent and expectation of seeing a waterfall. I mean, thats why they blazed the trail. People wanted other people to see this amazing sight for themselves. So Im walking this trail and I start to think, This trail is nice, but it all kind of looks the same. And wheres the waterfall? Ive been walking forever. So I decided to stop and sit. Well I stopped moving and I tried to stop thinking. I sat down without expectation and I slowly began to notice things. Things I hadnt paid any attention to before. Sounds. Smells. Flowers. Mosses. Ferns. Vines. Several species of fish in the water (including a brook trout about eight inches long). And a crawfish that emerged for just a second, peeking from his rock shelter. I notice many insects flying about. Butterflies. Fishflies. Dragonflies. And birds. I saw the coolest little yellow and gray bird chasing and flirting with each other. I sat here for several minutes. Just letting life exist. Just watching. Finally I stood up and continued on to the waterfall feeling refreshed and renewed. I knew when I was nearing the waterfall because the sounds changed. There was of course the sound of heavily flowing water. But also the sound of people. When I got to the falls, there must have been twenty people. Teenagers. Old folks. People speaking foreign tongues. Most were waiting in line for a photo opportunity. But there was also a couple downstream loudly playing in the water. The smell of cigarette smoke was also overwhelmingly present.

So I climbed up on a nearby rock and watched. Most people took their photo and left. A few took off a shoe and cautiously dipped a toe into the cold water at the base of the waterfall. I sat and watched the people and the wildlife, realizing the differences between the two. Soon my attention was drawn to something else. I noticed a scene where a red-spotted purple butterfly had landed on a rock a mere foot away from a brook trout in an adjacent pool. I thought, What a sight this is to witness two amazing creatures right next to each other. I started to wonder if the were even aware of each other. Then I wondered if any of these people would become aware of the scene if I kept intensely focused on it. So I stared at this fish and this butterfly as they did their respective mostlymotionless things, oblivious to each other. No one noticed what I was noticing right in front of us all. Then I wondered, Well, am I obligated to show anyone what I have noticed? Or is this serendipitous scene meant just for me? Then I thought about the people who built the highway and the people that blazed the trail so I could have this moment. Shouldnt I, in turn, show someone else? And I did. I walk up to this Hispanic couple and their little girl nearest me. I say, I just wanted to make sure you didnt leave here without noticing something. And I pointed toward the fish and the butterfly (that was now flying about, but still in the area). They showed their daughter who was delighted. They thanked me for pointing out the wildlife. I decided to start heading back up the hill. As I had just started hiking up, I turned for one last look. Beautiful. Nature is truly wonderful and wondrous. I glance downward just in time to see this couple showing the trout and the butterfly to someone else. Good times. Love life. Also, from the Shenandoah Overlook promotional paper, discovered after my experience: When the strongest force of water we experience in our daily lives is from the shower head or the garden hose, the power of unrestrained, wild water is thrilling. Millions of gallons of water coursing over a rocky edge, tumbling down, crashing into rocks and pools and bouncing sprays delight our senses." The power and grace of unfettered nature can be awe inspiring. At the base of any waterfall you can find people simply gazing, lost in contemplation. Some find the waterfall a symbol of self-renewal. Some are soothed by the rushing sound of water against rock.

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

LR: Virginia: Deer or Waterfalls?

6/15. What a day. What just happened was so intense and exciting I have to write it up NOW--mere minutes after it just happened. I spent today sightseeing and hiking and spending time outdoors and taking pictures (see earlier blog post). Stuff that brings me pleasure that is not related to women or seduction. Of course, that doesnt mean that my mind has not been somewhat occupied with women and seduction as I enjoyed these other activities. But I certainly have not spent any time today picking up or even socializing. I just did what I felt like doing. Yet I just had sex. I can barely believe it. It seems like it just happened. I didnt spend a whole day or even a night in field. (Well, I was actually in an actual FIELD for awhile.) This was practically the only person I talked to all day. Amazing. This was a true Lifestyle Lay. (Read earlier posts for more on the topic of the lifestyle I am cultivating.) So I roll into Harrisonburg, VA after spending the day in Shenandoah National Park. I was thinking about what a great day I had and how it sucked that I couldnt stay longer (and in fact couldnt even tour the rest of the park) because I have to hit the Interstate. It is 10PM exactly. Im surprised that Harrisonburg is a sizeable city. I mean, they have a mall and (as I later found out) not one, but two, Super Wal-Marts. I see a large chain bookstore that closes at 11PM and decide that I will sit in the caf for one hour and charge my batteries and sort the pictures from the day. Im eager to see what shots turned out best. Im sitting there all sweaty (and smelly no doubt) in shorts and a t-shirt and hiking boots. Messy hair, as I had been wearing a hat all day. I sit there and transfer the pictures from the memory cards to the laptop. Then SHE walks in. She breezes past me long enough for me to see her shoulder-length light-red hair and really nice breasts. No eye contact. Didnt even get a good look at her face. Shes at the caf counter ordering a drink. I turn and see her ass in tight jeans. Me likes. So I think: You have to talk to her. Then I think, but youre smelly and sweaty and dressed shabbily and BUSY and youre leaving within the hour. Then I think, yeah but, you could be plowing that ass tonight. Then I think, goddamn, you think too much. So I made a compromise with myself. I said, if she sits down in the caf or otherwise stays in the store, I absolutely have to talk to her, if she gets her drink and walks out the door, well, it just wasnt meant to be.

Well, she gets her drink and takes off to another part of the store. She had no interest in lingering around the caf, where I was the only person to be seen. I wait a minute or so and go off to find her. I see her sitting with a magazine and I decide to walk past her to the bathroom. There I decided to approach her with a neutral opener and ask her where something was. I also made it a point to avoid looking in the mirror. I figured that if I confirmed that I was dressed poorly or looked sweaty and worn, I would rationalize not approaching. But I made a pact with myself. Its on. I walk from her left in front of her where she is sitting and past her and pivot toward her and stop and say: Heydo you know if there is a Wal-Mart around here? She starts giving me directions by naming streets and I shake my head with a confused look and I say, I dont know streets, Ive never been in this city before in my life. Well, she didnt take the hook. Instead she gives more descriptive and detailed directions. I repeat them and then say, Guess theres not much to do around here since youre in a bookstore on a Tuesday night. She says, I love to read and she turned her attention back to her magazine. I say, Cool. I have to go get back to my computer before some bookworm steals it. I go to the computer and I think, damn, she was not very warm. Well, I did the approach. Done. I tried. I go back to sorting the pictures. The photos are NICE. Soon I think, wouldnt it be cool if someone were over here looking at them with me? That girl probably would like them, couldnt hurt to ask here over. Then I decided, you know what, Im just going to pick up the computer and go to her! And thats what I did. I put the computer in my bag without turning it off and walk up to where shes sitting. GS: Deer or waterfalls? HB: What? GS: Deerorwaterfalls? HB: Uh, waterfalls, I guess. GS: Cool. Im going to show you something amazing; these are the pictures I took today. So I sit down, whip out the computer and start showing her the pictures. The waterfall pictures are before the deer, but of course I show her both. I tell a very brief version of the story that I typed up for the pervious post. Shes not giving me her full attention still flipping through the magazine. Some of the deer pictures are really wonderful. Like cute fawn frolicking in a field of flowers. Another one of a doe liking the fawns ass.

I look at a few pictures, then engage her again, look at this one. She tells me that the place is a really common place to see deer. I tell her that I had fun and I tell her that IVE never seen anything like this number of deer in Georgia. She asks what part of GA and relates a story of when she was in Atlanta and tells me that she used to go to school in Greenville, South Carolina. Now she is back home and has transferred to JMU (shes 20). GS: JMU HB: James Madison University GS: You spoiled it! I was going to guess. I knew it had to be one of the eight Virginian presidents. HB: Yeah, its a nice school. You should check it out. GS: Like right now? Is there anything Id be interested in like a bell tower or a cool sculpture? I love to check out landmarks and public art. HB: Uhwell, there is a statue of James Madison. GS: Cool. We should go steal it and hold it for ransom. Well tie rope around it to pull it over with your car. Then stash it in the forest. When the authorities catch up with us, well demand that they give you straight As. By that time, Ill be long gone! HB: Okay, because thats the only way Id get straight As! As you can see, I was trying to structure a reason for her to spend time with me and show me something. Insta-date. Plus I was future projecting a silly adventure of us doing stuff together. We talk a little more about Greenville and this city and how grocery stores are different in the south. I tell her a few quick stories and tell her that I plan to go to Natural Bridge the next day. She tells me that the drive is not bad and it is a beautiful place. I talk about how I hate driving straight through long distances because Im a sucker for stopping to see the sights and meeting interesting people. Etc, etc. So she gets up to leave and says, Have fun at Wal-Mart. I actually need to go over there and get some make-up. Hmm I say, Cool, I should just ride with you. So I dont get lost. And you can show me the James Madison statue and the rest of your campus. She says OK. I say, Hang on and she waits while I shut down the computer. Its almost 11PM. We go outside the bookstore, and I say hang on again as I put the computer in the van. Just as I walk to the passenger side and she says, Do you sleep in your van? I think this is pretty bold of her to ask. Shes keen. I say, Yeah. Allows me to be anywhere I want. Its extremely convenient.and comfortable. We take off and she starts talking about how she has moved back home with her parents for the summer and how she hates it because they are nosy and like to know where she is at all times. She tells me how they got pissed when she first started staying at her boyfriends and she says like thats the ONLY place we could be having sex. I ignore the sex thread and say that it is nice that her parents are protective and concerned. She should appreciate that. BTW, I dont know her namewe have not introduced.

We do a little drive-thru tour of campus and I have her tell me things about the city, etc. Shes telling me that its basically a college party town. I ask about nightlife and talk a bit about nightlife in DC. She tells me about the restaurant she works at. When we get to Wal-Mart, I say, What did you say you needed, make-up? She says, Yeah, I was looking at these fashion magazines and now I feel like I need new make-up. Hahaha! Anyway, I ignore the plea for beauty reassurance. And I dont make a comment on the influence of pop culture playing on her insecurities. Instead, I tell her about how excited I was when our town got its first Wal-Mart Supercenter. And how they should have date-nights at Wal-Marts. We go straight to the makeup section. I put on some lipstick. She laughs. I say I have to get a gallon of water and Ill come back. That doesnt take long. When I get back, shes like, you ready. No makeup? They dont have what Im looking for. Chicks are fun. The indicators of interest are mounting. But it gets even better. I buy the water and say, Where to now? She says, I dont know. I could show you where I work. Cool. When whe get out of the car this time, she say, By the way, Im. and I introduce myself and tell her that it is nice to meet her. Anyway, this place is a really upscale brew pub and she tells me they have really busy happy hours. They are closed now, but her coworkers are in there drinking. We go in and I tell her she is one of those people who cant stay away from their workplace, even on her day off. Her rebuttal is to say that it doesnt count because they are closed and we will only be there a minute. She gives me a tour and tells me about the job and I meet a couple people. Asks if I want a drink, but I really didnt want get stuck there. I scan the menu and talk to a dude about how the brew thing works while she chats this chick. I hear her telling this girl that she almost had a threesome with her boyfriend and his brother. But she didnt because the brother was only fifteen. And she didnt like that he was hitting on her by making fun of her. But she almost did it, just to say she had. I said, Hey you could have checked two things off your list at once. The brother scenario and the underage fantasy. That would have really lowered your Purity Test score. They laugh. The other girl says that she has never had sex with brothers but she has had sex with best friends. Who are these sex-crazed women? And why-oh-why didnt I play up BOTH of these girls for a threesome?!? Damn, I let that one slip. So my girl takes me next door to this place that is a coffee shop during the day and a bar at night. I say that is becoming quite a trend. I dig it. Its the only place open on a Tuesday night. There are about 8 people in there. Cool place with collages on every wall. She gets some mocha-thing which is her second coffee drink since we met. I led her to a corner that has a shit load of thrift store books and say, Youll like it here since you like to read.

I pick up a book called Thriving on Chaos. I say this is just like me. Someone who quits his job, severs his social ties, and hits the road in search of life and adventure, thriving on chaos. I turn to a random page where a chapter is titled: Creating A Climate That Encourages Spontaneous Initiative-Taking. Whoahow appropriate. I scanned the chapter and found out it was some dense business theory, but I love the title. I say, Did you notice the make-out corner. There were two couples making out across the room. She says something about how she hates PDA. I agree and say, I mean, show some decorum, all the lonely people in the world dont want to see that. We talk a little about movies and music and hobbies. (I love girls that consider sleeping a hobby.) I tell her that we have to get her some adventure. I ask her what her life would be rated as a movie. She says R because of sex and language. I tell her that if she had said G or PG then I couldnt continue to talk to her. She asks me in turn. I say R, but I offer no stories. Somehow she starts telling me about loosing her virginity by getting fucked on the floor while her best friend slept on the couch in the same room. We are sitting on different chairs facing each other in a way that out legs are positioned at 90 degrees toward each other. She puts her legs across my knees and I act casual about it but then I look at her feet in her sandals and I say, Mansomeones got some dirty feet. She takes her feet down and looks offended. I dont apologize, but I say: GS: You dont have esteem issues do you? HB: Of course not, I have a healthy self-image. I love myself. GS: Good because I think youre cute. And I want you to be comfortable with me liking you. Thats really why I came to talk to you at the bookstore. HB: I figured as much. (She smiles.) GS: Now, if we could just clean your feet, we might have something here. (She laughs.) So, I saw signs of a somewhat low or average self-esteem and I used that as an opportunity to give her the SOI that I felt she needed. Since I had approached her in an implicitly direct way and so far Id been pretty tentative and cautious in showing interest, she seemed the type to need a little reassurance. I really like her figured as much response. She says come sit here and pats her chair. I say, Do I get a back rub? She asks, Do I get one in return? I say, Sure. But I give intense massages, not weak back rubs. I move in and she massages my shoulders and I say harder and she gets into it and I moan and sway just a bit. She says, My turn and I say not yet and I have her do me a little more. We swap seats and I give her a pretty intense little massage. I tell her that she is so tense and she needs to get her BF to give her massages more often. I mention a couple threads like massage is hypnosis for the body. Intense. I also massage her scalp and Im leaning in and breathing intensely on her neck.

Smelling her hair and brushing my cheeks and nose against her. She turns her head and her body around and we kiss. Proceed to make-out and I pull back. I say, You are driving me wild, but I am trying to begood. She pulls me in and we make out again. I remind her that I have a long drive and I should get going. Now she is in full chase mode and she asks if she could come with me. I tell her that she would have to follow me in her car because I was not going to come back up that way. She thinks about it and says okay and that maybe we could get a room at the lodge down there. Maybe. We talk about what time we would have to get up to leave and I tell her that she should get home and get some sleep and not worry her parents. So we drive back to the bookstore. I hop out of her car without saying goodbye, but without telling her that Im going to show her anything either. I go to the passengers side of my van and get some water. She walks around and: HB: I want to see the inside of the van.GS: I dont know--I wasnt exactly expecting to give a tour today. HB: Come on, I have to see where you sleep. So I open the side door and she just hops in! It is only possible to do this at this point because my bike was stolen in DC. Normally the bike would block the side and youd have to enter the van from the front or the rear. So she just lays back on the pillows and the heap of clothes other stuff that we could have moved. GS: Well shit, you sure look comfortable. HB: MmmmI want you so bad. GS: Thatsniceto knowbut youre going to have to beg for it. It was all pretty obscene from there. Shes giving me pretty good head and she says, How do you want this to end. I thought I was being remarkably clever when I said, Baby, are you kidding? I *dont* want this to end. Then I started playing with her pussy to let her know that I would indeed be fucking her then and there. Love life.

Developing TESTS for Screening Women

Here is a series of insights I have had recently. Of all the types of verbal threads we use in seduction (stories, routines, patterns, games, tests, jokes, etc), what is generally the best for SCREENING a chick? Whats best for giving her an opportunity to qualify herself to your high standards? To me the answer is obvious: TESTS. Im finding out more and more the importance of screening (or sometimes just pseudo-

screening) women to determine if they have the qualities and behavioral characteristics that Im looking for. Is she adventurous? Spontaneous? Sensual? Curious? Intelligent? Rich? Bi? Etc, etc. Im thinking the most efficient way to determine if a girl has these qualities, or at least to get some indicator of their precence, is through TESTS. I mean, who administers tests? Authority figures and teachers. Both are gatekeepers that decide if you are eligible to gain admittance or acceptance to have or experience some kind of prize or reward. This could be the permission to drive, to attend a certain school, or advance toward a goal. The way I see it, Im an authority figure in a girls life. Im attractive and dominant and selective. I also have the ability to teach her many things about the world and her role as a woman. The reward for her is of course my attention, affection, company, stories, kino, kisses, and sex. I want to ask a girl a question and instead of just accepting her answer, I want her to know that there is a right and expected answer and my impression of her will be affected by her answer. Playfully, of course. Or to just say, okay, now I have to give you the XYZ test and run it. Some are verbal some involve touching. So, what I want to do is run wild with this theory and develop fun tests that will screen for qualities that she should posses in order to receive the prizes that she desires (and has earned). Thats the pursuit for me right now is to develop effective and fun tests to use in my rap for the purpose of screening and building attraction and being a challenge. Other insights: 1) I can think of three tests that I have encountered in this community and they all are money. The kiss test, the trust test, and the girlfriend test. I personally have amazing results with these. Search the archives if you dont know. 2) We also talk about shit-tests as negative frames that girls present to us that we must pass. Guys pride themselves by knowing how to pass the test or ignore it. I see this as a frame that a PUA would want to reverse. I want to have structured and effective shit tests ready to present before she even thinks she has to test me. 3) We also talk about field testing material and tactics. Just a spin here is that wed be testing tests. This term also shows the pervasiveness and importance of testing in general. 4) Im also reminded of those popular little multiple choice tests that are in womens magazines. Like, in this scenario, you are most likely to a,b,or c. I can see myself running a series like this. Ill have to go find one of these magazines. 5) Some things I have found myself doing in set that are kind of like tests: If a song comes on that I actually like (so rare), Ill say, If you can name the band that sings this song, Ill show you something really cool. Or if a girl says she likes something that I also like, I say, Cool. We have something in common. You get a point. 6) The above example is not as effective as having an actual test with a desired answer because for all she knows I could be pushing a match and saying I like something that I dont so we seem similar. Very AFC.

7) Im also reminded of how gimmicks such as handwriting analysis can be used as screening mechanisms. Like when you say, This is so cool. Itll tell you things about yourself that your best friend probably doesnt know. But best of all, it will let me know if you are someone Id really like to get to know in the ways that count. In that sense, HWA is a test, or a pseudo-test.

Saturday, June 18, 2005

Top 5 Truckin' Tunes

Phantom 309 Red Sovine CB Savage Rod Hart White Knight T.H. Music Festival Truck Driving Son of a Gun Dave Dudley Looking at the World thru a Windshield Del Reeves

The Four X-Factors of Success (PT notes)

These are notes from Psychology Today 6/05 The Superpowers article by Carlin Flora. The article explains the four x-factors that create a larger-than-life personality whose essence (beyond brains, talent, or beauty) make a person stand apart: Charisma, Chutzpah, Joie de Vivre, and Grace. This is completely relevant to the art and game of seduction. Enjoy. Charisma Likened to magic and mysticism Common in figures that inspire devotion Brilliant communicators, verbally fluent, use rich imagery Expressivity is the most visible trait Underneath is someone sensitive, in-control, eloquent, visionary, and self-confident Charismatic people never play small We spot charisma in people within seconds of meeting them A charismatic person acts as a bonding agent, allowing you to give in to togetherness You forget yourself in his company and climb into the palm of his hand They have great synchrony, rapport, and unconsciously adjust posture or speech Charismatic people get others to synchronize to them They have a keen sense of timing, repetition, rhythm, and image They play the crowd like improvisational jazz Charisma cant be taught, but it can be approximated by communication techniques that will ideally become second nature Social proof: I better pay attention to him because these other people have

Examples in article: JFK, Tony Robbins, Oprah, MLK Jr, Steve Cohen Chutzpah Putting an original perspective on things Exhibiting brash outspokenness, outlandishness Moving forward without worrying about offending, upsetting, or annoying Being a bad-boy, making jaws drop, making people say oh, the nerve Openly challenging conformist tendencies Crossing social norms to purposefully challenge convention Having originality and simplicity over a bedrock of intellect Having an original idea and the insight to know its important Having conviction, audacity, and drive when the world punches you in the nose Being persistently audacious with a fearless temperament Arrogantly taking advantage of social knowledge, at the risk of hurting others Walking the line between productive shake-ups and naked aggression Using natural boldness, gumption and being provocative to break boundaries Chutzpah often creates contempt and jealousy Examples in article: Craig Venter, Erin Brockovich, Judith Regan Joie de Vivre Having zeal paired with emotional responsiveness Being charming, perky, encouraging, playful, exuberant, joyful, positive Like windup dolls that never run down Passionate explores who view their work as play Social interaction is a positive reward for these people Getting excited by the new and novel Motivated to meet new people and connect with them Exuberance spreads quickly and expands peoples sense of possibilities Unbridled excitement and a gratefulness to just be alive Envious people will trivialize joie de vivre It is a mistake to believe that exuberant people havent seen the complexities of life Examples in article: Angela Brown, Richard Simmons, Yo-Yo Ma Grace Having equanimity and fierce benevolence Dignified, authoritative, but immune to the corruption that comes with power Rarely overwhelmed by their own feelings or by discomfort Wise, able to put people at ease, emphasizing shared interests Poised, with impeccable timing, able to strike the right emotional chord Introspective, able to cut to the heart of a problem, warm, compassionate Open, tolerant, calm, composed, mindful, kind Able to accept lifes inevitable slings and arrows Supremely conscious of the correct way to uphold a public role Ale to use their radiant presence to connect with the public The quietest of the x-factors; rarely stirs up annoyance or suspicion Examples in article: Nelson Mandela, Buddha, Audrey Hepburn, Jackie Kennedy

Sunday, June 19, 2005

OR: Atlanta: Hanging with a Playette

SAT 6/18. Went out with Joey, Sid and Liz in Atlanta. Liz (aka Kittywoman) had this to say: The four of us met at Starbucks prior to hitting the streets. Good idea, since we had never met (well, they all knew each other, but hadn't met me). It gave us the opportunity to discuss what everyone's goals were for the evening. (Other than booty for boys of course, ha!) I had no personal goals (had all the FB I could (or should) get over the last week.) So, my goal was to work on my Wing technique (all right, AND shake my ass, drink some whiskey and have a good time...) Current sticking points, *suppressing my natural dominance * knowing when to pop in, when to back out * figuring out how to make the PUA look as good as possible without looking like his girlfriend or some shit that would blow it for him *any other baddies and/or goodies the guys noticed. Did my best to let everybody know to be totally harsh w/critique at the time or in review. Like the rest of you, I'll never get any better if coddled and I don't take any of it personally and get girly n shit... I will rarely critique really myself here, I'm VERY interested in your perspective. Originally Sid had wanted to go to some places in Buckhead. GoneSavage excepted since he's not local (actually I never figured out if you were local and traveling, or what... nice mystery. ha!) but my first comment would be that ya'll should really know your "terrain". Which is gonna mean either *working cover charges on the weekends or *checking out some of the Atlanta hot spots during the week when there is no cover just to get to know 'em. You'll also get to know firm pre-cover times. Personally, I think that Midtown would be much easier for sarging than Buckhead, unless you like black chicks, and maybe u do which is cool. Anyways, since it was close, we went first to Shout. Lots of HBs (I thought) but maybe a slightly older crowd. Some looked like they had pretty tight assholes tho...My observations: GoneSavage did plenty of opening and I only broke into one. I think he did a good job of nonverbally letting me know what my role was (the arm around the waist helped) and I hope I picked up correctly. (The Swedish chick was the hottest I talked to all night by the way). From there, we went to Leopard Lounge, and I think did a fine job in a combined effort at "working the door" and saving some cash! Ha! Good start!! Ran into some girls that GoneSavage already knew. He made a comment about me talking to them, so I did-- and did my best at making him seem even more interesting, cuz I assumed that's what he had in mind. GoneSavage-- thanks for letting me know directly that what I could do most. For Sid and Joey it was to push them into sets. I did a couple times, and would have done so more, but also wanted to have my own good time so went on about my business as well. SID- when you were talking to the girls at the bar, I had NO idea that you thought I could have helped and wanted me to come in. Just touch me and I've got it.

From there, to Sutra. I joined GoneSavage and the girls he knew from LLounge. Saw a cutie HB Dancing girl. GoneSavage- sorry the "are you a stripper" was a dud (my bad). Ha! Chick could pull that - I made the mistake of "Chick Frame"! Also... now that I think about it, wondering if I kept your girls on the dance floor too much? Not really where u needed 'em now was it? hmmmmm... but at least pulled many cock blocks. Silly afc's... GoneSavage- LOTS of opening! Sweetttt... other than that I wasn't involved, so can't really say if there was escalation. But I will say, you have an excellent presence. You also don't seem intimidated at all by a not-bad-looking older woman with lots of experience! Your average afc chick probably stands no chance.. ha! --Kittywoman Joey adds: "The night just kinda withered and died for me, mostly for lack of targets... or rather, targets that weren't getting all giggly and flirty with that bastard GoneSavage guy.. it's okay. Don't cry for me. I went home and banged my LTR. (who, BTW, was befuddled when I told her that a chick was out with us tonight as a 'wingwoman'. "Why would a girl be interested in that? I'll never understand..." I just shrugged. I'm still being delicate with this girl as to telling her what all I actually DO when she's not around)." I add: Liz, thanks for taking the time to write this up. And thanks for showing me the "Midtown Scene." It seems more relaxed and more upscale and not so full of attention/validation-seeking teenage chicks. If I find myself back in ATL for any period of time I will concentrate on this crowd more than Buckhead. Briefly, it was fun hanging with you and I can think of nothing you did to hinder a set. Your level of energy and frequency of interaction was fine by me. That said, I would really have to stop and think and come up with a structure for a "wingwoman" to truly be helpful in field, especially without 3Some intention. Maybe that is just me because I am fiercely independent and I realize that the game is played (orat least learned) ALONE. But the social proof is always good and its nice to have someone interesting and attractive to turn to as a "decoy wing" or to just chat and connect. If I'm in ATL again (probably not until September) and we meet up again, I will definitely have come up with a wingwoman plan of action. Thanks again for hanging with us and showing me Midtown and helping me get in for free. ;) Too bad Sid's car got towed from Starbucks :(

Friday, June 24, 2005

LR: Annapolis: Threesome on the Dock of the Bay

6/23 Id had a great drive from VA and I made stops at two historic sites including the birthplace of George Washington. I drove into Annapolis feeling this amazing energy. The sun was setting. I got a parking space with no problem and didnt even have to pay to park. People were milling about the harbor area. I got a couple shots of the state house and swung into a few t-shirt and souvenir shops. Ive already been in here, havent I? I remark on my second visit. I wanted to see if the devastatingly cute sales girl had noticed me before. Shed been busy with customers, so I left and came back. HB: Uh, yeah, I think I saw you earlier. GS: WellI hope that doesnt mean what I think it might mean. HB: Whats that? GS: That Ive seen it allIve seen all your city has to offer: Souvenir shops and a statue of Alex Haley. HB: Well it is a little town. Did you go see the capitol? Shes engaged. We chat. I tell her that I want to see where the creative and fascinating and offbeat locals hang out. Not the tourist traps and the expensive restaurants. I tell her about the other sites that I had seen that day. I make fun of a couple of items in the store. Like the crab claw lighter. And the rubber bracelets that say courage and love and the like. She tells me a bit about Naptown. We share laughs. I entice her to be my tour guide. I came back when she closed the store. We walk to what is more of an arts district and we go to a coffee-bar. Shes got a curfew. Damn. 19 and lives at home. We hold hands as we walk back and we kiss. Nice kiss, right there in front of my wheel estate. We plan a vague date to steal a boat and tour the Chesapeake the next day. Im realizing that a simple daytime insta-date is about as reliable as a nightgame make-out in a club. If I cant close because of logistics or whatever, the possibility of seeing her another day is pretty rare. So I move on. I visit a couple dead bars. Then I see THEM. Across the street. Sitting on a bench with space between them. The brunette is on her phone. The blonde is, well, there too. Lets go have some fun I cross the street beyond where they are sitting and walk up toward them. I look at the blonde as I am passing and stick my tongue out at her. Without noting a reaction, I swing in and sit right between them. Sowhats there to do in Annapolis tonight? Wheres the happening hotspot--the hangout of the hip? One girl is on the phone, so my question is directed more toward the other girl. They give each other do you know him? looks. I keep talking.

Tonight Ive got threads about the first two places I visited. Its a similar approach as to when I was in DC and the first club I went in turned out to be a strip-club and the second place I went to turned out to be a lesbian club. Well, tonight, the first place I went turned out to be a Members Only private affair and the second place was a frat-boy cock-fest and clearly I forgot my pink polo. Its a hit with this two set. Shit, let me try to spell one out. Man, you wont believe this. See that place down thereyeah the one across the harbor with all the people. So I roll into your town and Im feeling great. See, Im the kind of person who is just social. You know, Im energetic and open and I like to meet new people. I have no agenda. I like to share stories, you know? So I see all these people down there, and I figure that is the place to be. They say nothing attracts a crowd like a crowd. So I go in and Im just kinda getting a feel for the place. And I notice that like everyone is staring at me. And whispering. But not the good kind of whispering, like Hes cuteStay back, hes mine! Its more like, Uhwho invited this guy. Then this guy comes up to me and he says, hey buddy, let me show you something. Im thinking, shit, what did I do? And he takes me to the door and points to this sign that says Members Only and then he just says, Bye. Im like, WTF, what is this shit, Members Only? How does he know Im not a member? Where Im from theres NO members only clubs. Unless its a swingers clubbut thats a different story. Hey, now that I think about it.maybe it was a swingers clubyoure not a member are you? So then I go to this other place. The one over there with the neon. Yeah, so this place turns out to be a complete frat-boy cock-fest. Actually, you two should go over there. Youd be the only girls in the place and these guys would buy you drinks all night. Itd be great as long as they didnt speak. Now I see why girls believe in love at first sight, because once guys like these open their mouthsits all over. Anyway, Ive perfected my Annapolis look. Im going to come out with a pink polo shirt and a sweater across my shoulders holding a beer in one hand and an ice cream cone in the other. Then Id fit in So the blonde is laughing and asking me the where are you from type questions. Toward the brunette whos still on the phone, I say, as if I am her: Uh, honey, I have to tell youits over. I met this guy whos fascinating and intriguing and captivating and amazing. in bed. Sorry to have to break up like this, but I cant keep it a secret any longer. Well, the girls laugh and the brunette tells me that she is talking to a girl and she wants me to talk to her. Okay sure. I should have run with lesbian talk, but instead I said something like. Where are you? Tonight is the most happening night ever! Its like Mardi Gras down here! Come meet us. BTW, youre friend is being really forward with me. I really dont mind, but let her know that Im really not that easy. Anyway, this girl was in NY. I give the phone back to the brunette and talk to the blond. Heres another thread: You know how all these people are wearing these silly rubber bracelets that say strength and courage and stuff? At first I thought they were really cheesy, but then I thought maybe its a good idea. I mean, it could help you screen for the kind of people you really would like to meet. So you

wouldnt waste too much time with the wrong people--you just look at their bracelets. Its like a list of their best qualities. So for me, I would look for one that say, umAdventurous, spontaneous, sexy, smart, uhrich. What would your bracelets saybesides feisty? Look at the artistry there. We talked about her qualities and how you would have to earn them and prove that you exhibit such qualities. We chatted some more and introductions were in there somewhere. The brunette finally ends her call. In festive and energetic tone, I slap both of their legs (in jeans) and I say: GS: So where are we going now? Its so exciting to have two cute tour guides Show me that one spot that is just so tranquil and serene that no tourist could possible know about it. HB: Um, we could take you under the bridge. GS: What, are we going to meet homeless people? HB: (laughing) No, its like a park where you can see all of the city and the harbor. Its like a teenage make-out place. GS: Cool. Id love to check it out. But my clothes are staying on. It is now midnight and Ive been talking with these girls for ten minutes tops. So we go to the brunettes car. I ride in the backseat. She apologized for the mess saying that she wasnt expecting company. I say, Its cool. It will give me something to pilfer through. So, on the ride, I make fun of some of the stuff I find in the backseat. Including a to-go box that she *swore* was from the same day. Found an Italian text book and quizzed her. Which was more of a chance for them to laugh at my inability to pronounce the words. Found out they were both music (voice) majors at a college on the MD side of DC. Though they had both lived in Annapolis most of their lives and are home for the summer. And they are best friends. The blonde is 21 and the brunette is 20. We first went to this park/pier with a view of the Naval Academy. Im still in social-fun mode. Lots of joking around. Then we went to this war memorial and things got a little heated. First we were talking about the couples making out. And how we were going to capitalize on the place and charge people for make-out space and charge other people fees to watch. The blonde is walking ahead of us and Im looking more exclusive with the brunette. Im not sure whats going to happen, but there is definitely sexual tension building with the brunette. The blonde senses this and appears to give us space. There are also a couple times throughout the night when I wonder off to give them time to talk and perhaps decide what they are going to do with me. There is no kino at this point. Actually, I had a fun idea to introduce touch. I said, Hey, Im going to close my eyes, and you trace my hand over these letters and Ill see if I can determine what it says. Im refereeing to some engraved words at the memorial. So the brunette takes my hand so lightly (if you think about it, you do not need to be guided to feel an engraving) and traces a letter with my finger. It is actually kind of challenging because the letters are not very big and not carved very deep. So I do the same with the brunette and then the blonde. I say it remind me of something else. And I finger-write a letter on her back and have her guess what it is. This leads to some light massaging of her shoulders. The brunette looks a little

miffed for a second, but keeps smiling at us. She tells us to lay down to look at the stars. We all lay down and I just let them tell me about their friends and there is some sex talk. For example, the blonde has had sex at the park we were just at. But nothing really explicit and I give no sex stories of my own and they dont ask for any. The brunette says, Where else can we go. This is fun. Ive lived here for so long and Ive never actually stopped here. The blonde says, Yeah it takes some strange guy from Atlanta to show us our own city. We laugh. I say, I wish I had this map that I picked up earlier, and then we could find this place to view the lighthouse. They insist that we go back to my van and get the map. And we do so. The map is one of those cartooney things and is of little help. We never find the lighthouse. But we do end up at another pier on the beach and we lay out and watch the stars and chat. The brunette and I see the same shooting star. Im walking between then and holding both of their hands at one point. Then I find this unlocked storage shed with a big-ass wagon in it. So we pull each other around in this wagon for some good laughs. The brunette, who is the most outspoken of the three of us (remember Im just being chill about all this) says that it would be even more fun if we were drinking. They tell me about some drunken adventures that theyd had together. The blonde says that she has this bottle of vodka at home. Hmmm So the situation is that the brunette lives with her parents. The blonde lives with a guy roommate. I live in a van. Haha. We ride to the blondes place and I am giving them both simultaneous head massages from the back seat. There is NO conversation. Pretty intense. The brunette (driving) keeps glancing at me in the rear-view. I pretend to not notice and actually keep looking out the windows. We arrive at the blondes house and she runs in to get the alcohol. I was close to kissing the brunette, but I decide to let the tension build even longer. I told her that she owed me $20 for the massage and that the speed-bump-sensations were of no extra charge. She says, We should call it even for me giving you such a wonderful tour of the city. The blonde comes out with a full bottle of vodka. She tells us that her roommate was up and asked her if she wanted to play video games, shes like, UhIm still out. Good times. So she tells us that we are going to go to her favorite place. Another boat dock. This is the fourth place weve visited since Ive met them. Its about 3:30 by now. Were all just being pretty calm and relaxed and I dont think any of us really had expectations about where this was going. But alcohol is here now. And, shit, if that doesnt change everything. I just let them continue with their stories about drunkenness, parties, and boyfriends. Im just laughing and encouraging the stories with questions. Im more verbally encouraging with the blonde to compensate for the enhanced physicality that has developed between me and the brunette. I really dont know whats going to happen, but clearly the brunette could be fucked. But I really dont know if that will be possible with her friend there. The blonde and I are laying across the brunettes stomach. Such that the tops of our heads meet. I reach over my head and rub the blondes head. Shes never rejected my touch, but she does not apply touch

(like the brunette does). In retrospect, it almost makes sensethe brunette and I have coupled, so she doesnt want to advance on her best friends man. But my touches could certainly be accepted. Did I mention the alcohol? So were taking gulps of vodka since we had no shot glass. The raspberry shit with no chaser. I match with the blonde that we are rum drinkers and tea drinkers. While the brunette is a vodka and cola girl. Im really not much of a drinker at all. Were sitting up now, all very close. Were getting giddy and laughing about stupid shit. Very close. The blonde turns to get the bottle for what would be my sixth gulp and says something; when she turns back around the brunette and I are kissing. Passionate heavy kissing--the kind thats had from letting the sexual tension build for like four hours. Wellthe blonde is still with us, stunned and watching. So, naturally, I break from the brunette and grab the blond behind her head and slowly pull her in and kiss me. I escalate between the two with prolonged kisses and necking and fondling. I pull the brunette down so that were lying on the dock kissing heavily. The blonde starts rubbing my cock through my pants. I just want to make sure youre okay with this and you wont regret it in the morning, the brunette says to her friend. Yeah Ill be OK. No one asked me if I was okay. So sad. Green light for me to lead. This was amazing. Its not as difficult as you might think to please two girls at once. Basically whenever I progressed with one, I would actually be devoting more intimate attention to the other. Like when my hand was down one girls pants finger-fucking her, I was rubbing the other girls breasts with my other hand and kissing her in wonderful ways. I was always one step ahead with the brunette to reward her alpha-behavior. While I am first penetrating her, she has all my attention looking deep in her eyes with lots of kissing. Once we are steadily fucking, I turn my upper-body attention more toward her friend. After the brunette came, I pulled out of her and fucked the blonde until she came. Still kissing and caressing and fingering the brunette. Then I pull out of her friend and she sucks my dick a bit then Im back in the brunette. We sure do get into some strange situation together she commented to her friend during the act. Well, the sun hadnt officially risen, but there was now enough daylight for anyone to see what was going on. The blonde became self aware and Im still fucking her friend. Keep in mind that we have no pillow or blankets, just raw fucking on the dock. We hear a boat take off and realize that this guy had to have been watching us as he undocked. She puts her clothes on and heads toward the car. Shes giggly and giddy and unashamed, but done. The brunette and I say fuck it and I plow her doggy style with some perverted fisherman lingering around the marina. Some kids show up to go crabbing from the pier. Were all cracking up and set to leave. The blonde has to work at 8AM. Turns out, this was the first threesome for them both. They wanted to know how often this happens in my travels. Never once did they kiss or sensually touch each other. Goddamn this was hot having them both laying beside each other and fucking them missionary, taking my dick from one to

the other. Its so incredible to fuck one girl while fingering and kissing a different girl. Love life. GoneSavage Epilogue: After we dropped off the blonde, the brunette and I set off and finally found the lighthouse which is a mile off shore, but viewed from a particular park. We slept on the grass in the park for a couple hours. Another surprise was that I hadnt been ticketed when I finally got to my van at 11AM. We moved the van, had sex in the van, and then she treated me to lunch and a movie. Mr. and Mrs. Smith was a decent movie, though it seemed a bit longat least for someone who hadnt slept and was still thinking about his early-morning threesome on a dock of the Chesapeake Bay. Email: I am glad you had a good time, I know I did. I would like to thank you for your openness and kindness. I enjoyed Annapolis from a very different perspective and enjoyed every moment of it. Very rarely do I meet people that I like so much from the start and your kindness and tenderness is not something that I am used to, so I thank you for that. I can't decide if I wish you were here or I was there, I'm sure either way we'd have a great time. Well, I hope this email finds you doing well and enjoying your travels.

Monday, June 27, 2005

FR: Baltimore: Let Your Freak Flag Fly

Good hanging with Andy, Eric K, and Tarun in Baltimore this past weekend. Some advice: 6/26. Next time you go home with a drunk cokehead that you meet in a Goth club on a Sunday night, take her obsessive profanity, red nostrils, and the fact that she is calling EVERYONE in this little black book at 230AM looking for or a hookup as a sign that trouble is in store. And after youve showered and youre wearing her bathrobe lounging in her bed and you find her pilfering through your jeans, dont even bother politely asking for the $3 back that she has taken and crumbled up attempting to conceal in her hand. You probably wont want to mention anything about the prescription drugs in the bathroom either. Because what will happen is that she will SNAP and start punching and pushing and throwing stiletto shoes at you in a sudden burst of rage, animosity and misdirected hostility. Youll leave quickly. 6/25. And next time you meet a stunning redhead vegetarian wearing a purple satin dress in a piano bar that claims to determine whom she likes and hates based solely on blood type and calls your bud an alien-mutant-enemy because of his blood type and that the answer to everything in life is red, dont even think for a second that this is a good thing. Just ignore how strangely you seem to *match* in every way (because of the blood type, remember), and no mater how amazingly she kisses, and how she

throws contact info at you because she is afraid she will never see you again, realize that she will still FLAKE after youve parted for one and a half hours (to take her friend home) and agreed to meet at the top of Federal Hill to watch the sunrise at 5:27AM (a compromise, of course). Dont even bother calling her the next day because she will be rather cold and distant and you will indeed never see her again. 6/27. And next time you think youll just get off I-95 and find highway 40 in Havre de Grace in hopes of avoiding the I-95 toll over the Susquehanna River, think twice. And when you find out that the highway 40 toll is $5, and youre thinking that, well, the I-95 toll must be cheaper since it is the main thoroughfare, dont sweat it, because when you get back up there, youll kick yourself when you find out that the I-95 toll is $5 too. Dont make comparisons to the 25 and 50 cent tolls youve encountered elsewhere, just pay the five bucks and anticipate many more expensive tolls up the road.

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

FR: Jersey Shore: Let the Good Times Roll

Jersey Shore Stories: 6/28 Ocean City: Man, I have to get to Atlantic City. Tonight. I have to be around adults. This city is so PG-13. Its a dry city, you know? No alcohol, no vices. Its cool that there are a lot of people--families--so there is an intense energy and lots of positive vacation energy in the air. But its like, well check this out, I stroll the streets and these girls give me looks, you know? Like real flirty come talk to me looks. And you know me, Im so full of life and vibrant and open, Ill talk to anyone. Just to share stories. Its even better if theyre cute. And these girl are really cute, but also, reallyyoung. Like, I know you want me to talk to you, you want to get to know me, but youre like fifteen! And your dad is right behind you. Dont give me that look! And sometimes you cant tell. I keep forgetting that girls develop sooner than guys. So these girls that are eying me, they look, uh, of age at first, then I see the guys they are with and they look so young and hopeless. Wait a sec, how old are you? Good, good, youre safe. So, where should we go in Atlantic City? Where do we grown-ups hang out? 6/28 Atlantic City: I roll into town and I find this place called the Quarter. People I met in OC recommended it as the best place to meet, you know, positive and creative people. So I just go into this casino and I immediately see this stunningly gorgeous girl. Incredible body, wearing a tight pink dress. Long blonde gorgeous hair. Shes like thirty feet ahead of me and moving quick. Everyone she passes does a double take. That beautiful. But no one stops to talk to her. You know me; my curiosity gets the best of me. If something catches my eye, I have to know more. Like, Id be kicking myself all day if I let an opportunity slip by where I didnt at least take a chance to see what she had going for her besides her

looks. So anyway, I catch up with her and I say, Hey, you look like someone Id like to meet. Ive only been in this city for about a minute, where are you headed? But its really cool because shes really responsive and like were instantly comfortable with each other. Like were standing there talking and rapport feels so natural. She tells me that she is going to this other casino to play craps and I should follow her. I dont know anything about gambling, so I entice her to teach me. But I tell her I dont chase women but maybe I would swing by later and find her. Well, I want to check out the city anyway, so about two hours later I go into the casino that she told me to come to. And there she is. At the bar. Shes talking to these two older dudes. I felt like we had such comfort together, I just came up from behind and gave her a squeeze on the shoulders and asked if she had any luck playing craps. Shes all like, glad you came by and let me go teach you to gamble. We go to the table and Im like, cool what do we do? She says I need money, you know I need this much money to buy chips. Im thinking wait a sec, werent you here to play? Can you buy one round to teach me? And she completely turns. Sour. Gives me this dirty look. She says, Baby, Im at work here. And if you dont have money, I dont have any reason to talk to you. Im going back to the bar where I have clients that have money and are not here to waste my time. Im just like whoa---Ive found a working girl! I had no idea this shit was in Atlantic City. Ive been to Vegas, so I know about it out there. But I thought Atlantic City was a little more tame, a little less, uh, sinful. Nevada is so beautiful though. You ever been to Vegas? 6/30 Long Beach Island: Im hanging out with these surfers that I just met. Im just asking them about surfing and telling them about me and what I do. Took a couple cool pictures of them riding the waves. See I had no idea Jersey was such a surfing hotspot. And theyre telling me that once you have the basics you really want to come to a place like Jersey. Its a challenge. The waves are unpredictable. So, were talking and bonding and we end up hanging out all day. We cook up this chicken dinner and salad and were having beers and playing Scrabble and telling stories. They give me a tour of the island and we climb the lighthouse for spectacular views. You can look out over this dense fog and see this far off mast sticking out of the dunes from a ship that wrecked like 300 years ago. The ocean has extended the shoreline and covered the ship, so all thats there is this ghostly mast. Really cool. Then we go to this nightclub. Its like the only place on the island. And theres all these himbos there. You know, like these ultra-buff meatheads that are so into their looksreally conscious of what they wear and how they appear to others. Like they have this perfectly spiked hair with blonde streaks and such. You know, to compensate for the fact that they really have noting to say; they have trouble relating to women and carrying a conversation. Its like they have more in common with your beer bottle than with you. Yeah, they are both empty from the neck up. I swear there was this one guy that had on makeup. No shit, like eyeliner or something. So theres me and my buddies, the surfers, and were just chilling out and laid back. But also social and talkative, you know? So were just like, How are you? How was your day? And were getting all this attention. And the himbos are getting kinda pissed. Theyve been holding up the walls all night just hoping for someone to notice them and how they look. But its really not about that, its about how we connect and relate to one another and how you and I can communicate. Thats why I study interpersonal philosophy. So, have you ever been surfing?

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

LR: Atlantic City: Banging a Belarusian Babe

6/29 *Everything is true except the part about the cats* Keys to Lay: --assumption of attraction --being confident, positive, flirtatious, and playful --smiling, laughing, showing genuine curiosity --having a relaxed and relished certainty --pacing and leading; escalating physically --lots of playful, as well as, intimate kino --spontaneous conversation with situational relevance --DHVs of intelligence and openness --diffusing token resistance Personal Significance: --sort of makes up for the gorgeous girl I lost in DC who is from the same country (see GoneSavages Greatest Misses). --sort of makes up for the gorgeous girl I lost in Orlando who has the same name (see GoneSavages Greatest Misses). --first time pulling day-game for a same-day-lay (SDL) in front of community guys. --best sex yet since I have ended my LTR and hit the road (seriously). --post makes no mention of being on a roadtrip or making trips to Wal-Mart. Im in Atlantic City with Icedub and Droots22. Were playing street game on the boardwalk and retail areas. Wed been discussing mostly concepts of spontaneous storytelling and situational openers. Ive got them noticing things about girlshow they walk, what they wear, what they might be out doing and how they might be feelingand were discarding three second rules and opinion openers for more intuitive and thoughtful (and relevant) approaches. Good times. Lots of laughs and insights for all. And thanks again for your generosity guys Actually were sitting in a caf finishing up pizza. Droots22 notices this girl breeze past us and says, Hey, theres that girl you pointed at earlier. Im like, Its meant to be. Time to orchestrate fate. Im going to catch up with her, you guys follow behind me a few paces. The backstory is that we were earlier in a different section of town doing approaches and getting a feel for each others styles. In brisk transit, heading to where we wanted to eat, Im talking theory and I break mid-sentence to just point at this girl in passing and say, See that girl, I could definitely have her tonight.

Four things: 1) She was definitely my typebrunette with bright expressive eyes, full lips and nice curves. 2) I was really just talking cocky shit. 3) She certainly heard me say something as she smiled at me (or maybe usnah). 4) We kept moving. So here she is again and Im literally jogging to catch up with her. The guys are not far behind. Im really liking her ass in this long frilly skirtthe type that seems to be popular this summer. When I catch up to her and walk two steps ahead, I keep walking beside her and say, HeyI noticed you earlier and I think you noticed me. I ran to catch up with you and introduce myself She stops. I stop. We shake hands. I notice her accent, but I do not ask where she is from. My MO now is to let it come up more (or less) naturally. In this case, she actually asked me where I was from first. So Ive got another eastern European girl on my hands. I had told the guys earlier to keep me away from eastern European girls. They are so beautiful and I love adopting a teacher frame, but it never works out. And shops in the area are full of them. Most are really really beautiful. The trouble is that they tend to be here with a work-work-work mentality. Many of them with 14-16 hour workdays from a single or two jobs. Their bosses are insecure assholes that will actually yell at them or deduct pay for talking to guys on the job. And since they have earned the permission to be here to work then go homethoughts of adventure, excitement, and romance are not always on their minds. Many date the European guys that are here. And the living and communication situations of these girls are a logistical nightmare. But I found the exception. Im walking with her and she tells me she is from Russia and she has been here four days but she had been here last summer as well. Cool. I have a lot of friends from Russia and I just met a girl from Belarus when I was in Washington. Belarus? That is where I am from! Nobody knows it, so I tell them Russia! They think it is South America! I say, Cool. Youll have to tell me some stories about life in Minsk. Note: Some guys like to learn a few phrases in different languages as a DHV. I have NO capacity to remember anything in a different language and my pronunciation is horrible. Its better for me to learn the name of the capitol city or some landmark or historic fact. This note is to remind me to go study geography. So weve been talking for five minutes and I say, Have you seen the cats? She said No and I told her a story. What is fun about this is that earlier I was with the guys and we stopped to see these five or six feral cats that were being fed on the boardwalk. I actually told the guy feeding them about Hemmingways sixtoed cats in Key West. But to the guys, I asked, if you saw a beautiful girl right now, what is the first

thing you would say to her? Being used to indirect opinion openers, they told me a couple examples. And I pushed them into set a couple times to watch how they would run an opinion opener and then transition. But anyway, I said, this is what I would say: Have you seen the cats...? You wont believe what I just saw My friends and I are sitting on this bench down there. You know, just catching our breath and people watching. Down there near the fiberglass statue of Washington and his boat. And we hear this noise. This strange noise. We look around and all we see are old folk and kids minding their own. And we hear it again. Rrrrrrrwwwwwwooooooooooowwwwwww. Haha, yeah just like that. And we look at each other and were like WTF? So I start looking around. And right behind Washingtons boat are these two cats. And they're going at it. The male cat is on top, of course, and hes got the female cat in his teeth behind her neck, you know, biting her and holding her down. Like this. And I let her see me make a C with my right hand and move it to her neck and give it a squeeze. Erogenous zone fun. My Belarus babe actually says, lots of animals do this. Haha, damn right. I say, I havent even looked at the ocean today. Lets check it out. And I lead her off the boardwalk. She takes off her shoes and we walk to the shoreline. Ive got on boots and its not worth the hassle. Were just there for a minute and I talk about watching the sunset over the Pacific coast. I say flirtatious things that allude to me taking her to California in the future. When we walk back I compliment her tieup shoes (I dont know what the fuck they are called) and I suggest we trade and I act like Im taking my shoes off. Shes like, No way, they are from home, etc. We thumb wrestle and when we get up to the boardwalk, I grab her hand and pull her onto my back for piggyback fun. Shes laughing. I phone Icedub (who was actually in sight, but I didnt want to give her the impression that we had been followed) and we talked about going to the lighthouse. I told her to come along. Of course I had to explain what a lighthouse is and what it is for. Which is perfect for me. I love this teacher frame. Breaking things down to the basics; the bear root essence. Love it. Plus it allows you to rely more on the nonverbals. So when they see me off the beach, my girl and I are hand-in-hand. I introduce the guys. They want to bounce, but I insist that this girl is cool and she will roll with us and I can still be a sounding board for their approaches. After more walking and rapport and holding her around the waist, Im just like, We have to find my friends girlfriends. What do you think of her Haha. So the guys do a couple more approaches and we bid each other good times, as I would be heading up the coast to see them again the next day. Some topics and threads: --She tells me that she has one job and she has been out today looking for another job. She has an interview the next day at a restaurant. --I ask her how many people she lives with (figuring she was sharing a flat with like six people). She told

me she lives alone. I dropped the subject, as I knew where I would be sleeping tonight. --We talk about vodka, of course. She says she has two bottles. I ask if one is for show and the other for backup or is one for each hand. Good laugh. --I asked her what she thought of a mural. She said she did not like it. I told her I loved it and she was crazy. --I said isnt this an amazing place pointing at casinos and such. She said she did not like it. She likes mountains and lakes and trees. Cool. Youre speaking my language now. --I told her I date European women because they are sophisticated and stylish. American girls walk like they are about to fall over, they stare at the ground, and they wear things that dont match. Funny thread and an indirect compliment. --I say, I have so much to teach you. Several times. --I will say a word and then say, You know this word? She will shake her head no and I will explain. Because if I dont ask, she just nods her head like she understands. --After explaining a few things, I tell her that she is lucky to have met me because most Americans have a very basic and plain understanding of English, but I will teach her eloquent, poetic, and useful words. --I ask her to teach me a couple words in Russian. I attempt to pronounce them, which is a chance for her to DHV. I seriously think I am pronouncing it exactly, but she insists on correcting me five or six times before giving up. --She says that she likes my laugh. I thank her as I think that is about the best compliment anyone could get. I talk about laughter being in the moment and how there are laughter coaches in America. --She says that I am very affectionate and close. Most American men are not. She talks about watching couples and how the man walks so far ahead and never talks to his girl. So sad. --I ask her favorite movie, favorite actress, thoughts on American music, common shit. I tell her that I have to see this movie that she is describing and I ask her if she has it. She does! So we reach the end of the boardwalk where you can see the lighthouse. In the distance. You are still quite far from visiting the lighthouse. She says, You came to Atlantic City to see this? It looked so small with the high-rise hotels behind it. I laugh and tell her that I am going to get her and I tickle her and spin her around. We watch the last rays of sunlight descend over the casinos. I lead her to this little building on the beach to block the wind. She refuses like my first four kiss attempts. Not verbally, but by turning her head. Cool. We talk about things. We laugh. We exchange little massages. I kiss her neck and arms and cheeks. Were finally fall into the first kiss very sensually. Break away and each kiss is exponentially more intense. Very nice. I tell her that I am going to spank her. She says, What is this? So I show her. The foreplay is escalating and Im thinking about how to get her back to her place. Its so damn cold with the wind. And if she has her own place, it is so ON for the rest of the night. Better to let the anticipation build. So I take her hand and we start heading back. Great conversation and the vibe is even stronger than before. She says that she wants some coffee, which I was actually willing to buy her, but, much to my continued fortune, the coffee shop that she knew about was closed. I stop her and kiss her along the

way a couple times. We get a get a room comment which is always fun. Buying temperature dips when I spend several minutes looking for my vehicle in the parking deck. But we finally find it. I give her some CDs to look through and she tells me the directions as we drive and talk. Her place is really tiny but otherwise not bad. I find a small stack of CDs on her table and ask to hear some of the music. She has no CD player. I say, hold on and I go get my computer. We play this CD and I rip the tracks for massive social proof in the future. She sings along and translates parts. I ask her to show me some pictures and we look at postcards that she has from Russia and Belarus. We look at a book on Belarus and I ask questions like a ten year old schoolboy looking at his first National Geographic. These churches and monuments look incredible. I ask if she has candles. Nope. I turn off the light and keep the computer that is playing the CD open for mood light. Im tickling her and such. We make out. Things progress slowly and passionately. LMR consisted of physical blocking. Two steps back, one forward, and nothing needed to be verbalized. She was quite sexually responsive and I gave her a full repertoire of positions. After we made love, we showered. (Yes!) Then we watched this movie: The Barber of Siberia. It was painfully long. I fell asleep. Then we made love again. Then slept. Then went at it one more time in the morning. Amazing and passionate each time. Love life. Her email:

Hi, my sexy boy. Im gonna kill you if you try to tell about me with your friends. Don't do it. Its bad, you know. So, if you think that I was easy for you, I want you to know: Russian girls never answer No. It is our desire. Cant say correct words. You can. Ya lublu tebya. Take care. Always yours. Kiss you.

FR: Philly D1: Brotherly & Sisterly Love

7/1. What a night. Fuck me if three girls did not just buy me drinks tonight. Asking for my phone number. And this other girl bought me an authentic Philly Cheesesteak from Jims and the logo shirt to match. And then that other girl wanted to buy me pizza and I turned it down because I just ate this badass cheesesteak! And everyone I talked to was so warm and receptive. Like really uncharacteristically nice. Weve got southern hospitality and youve got brotherly love. I think were on the same wavelength here. I dig it. You know whats cool? When you roll into a state that youve never been to before and you have to cross a long-ass bridge over the tremendous Delaware River to get there. And you know youre there because you just crossed the bridge and the river defines the state boundaries. And youre in a new city. And that city is Philadelphia. Thats cool. I really appreciate simple things. Like a long stretch of road with no traffic. Or rainstorms that stop right when you arrive at your destination. Or having to make an impromptu turn driving without checking a map and it turns out to be exactly where you needed to go. Or just parking and finding that youre on a wireless network without having to drive around to find one. Or finding out there is like some huge free concert in a city that youre going to right at the time you are going to be there. Man, I got here right after the storm and I took this route and ended up at Penns Landing park. Got out to glance at the river and fuck me if there was not one hot chick sitting on a bench reading something. I say, What are you studying? and we end up spending four hours together talking and bonding and sharing stories and joking around. Another Russian girl. 4th day in the city too, but this one has actually seen a bit of the US and she knows about places she hasnt seen. Shes got a greater grasp of English and her sense of humor is kicking. Shes witty and smart and her callback ability is amazing. Im telling her about the lighthouses and Lucy the elephant in NJ and she wants to see pictures. Yeah I can do that. So I get my computer. And I play this Russian pop music that I got from my girl in Atlantic City. And I remembered one damn word in Russian, but it was an uncommon one and she liked. Dushevnost. Lots of caution and hesitation, but damn if I did not get her to sit in the van and look at pictures. She getting more comfortable with my touch but refused my kiss attempts. Its really cute actually. I just stay confident and playful and curious and open to sharing. Finally her roommate shows up and they have to move something. The story is sketchy at best. And her (female) roommate drives an ice cream truck (no shit!). No phone, no car, and shes off. I really did all I could do with escalating and building comfort. But in the end, Im left thinkingthat was pretty cool, I just showed up and she was there and we had a good time and shared laughter and stories. Its like 10:30 and I move and Im actually right beside a club district and I parallel park flawlessly. Little things. I check the nearest club and its a $10 cover. Ouch. I joke with the doorman for a minute when I reach for my ID and a condom falls out of my pocket. Youre hopeful, huh? Dude, you have no idea...

Im going to head down the street and here come two girls walking toward me. I toss up my arms and say, I just got here, I need to know where to gofor free. I tell them about how good it feels to be in Philly. They tell me that I have to get a cheesesteak. YesI do! I hadnt thought of it yet. They are trying to tell me how to get to this nightlife district called South Street. Long story short, I suggest they forgo whatever their plans were in that area, and just come with me to South Street. Fun times. Like I said, they insisted on not only buying me the sandwich, but also the T-shirt. Lots of positive connections through the rest of the night. You know what I realized? I meet teachers, artists, and people in advertising and marketing disproportionately. These are my people. Oh yeah, and I got damn close to scoring with this somewhat drunk lonewolf I met on the street. This girl was so fucking cute. Completely my typetones brunette with beautiful features. Walking toward her home, I strike up a convo about the city, the vibe, the concert. She unlocks her gate and I position myself in front of it. Were talking there for probably an hour. Im pulling out all the stops and I show her the Cube and these kinesthetic visualization synthesis exercises. We talk about interpersonal philosophy. We kiss and kiss passionately. She pressing her body onto mine. I ask if I can have a drink of water. Trying to just get inside. Water and Ill go. Shes subtle about letting me know, but it turns out she lives with her boyfriend and Im making out with her right outside the room he is sleeping in. She kept saying this is bad, this is bad. Its OK. Oh yeah, I tell her that either we can have an intense and passionate love affair behind his back giving her juicy secrets and memories to cherish forever or obviously he is not doing his job and she should pack her bag and come with me and well drive to California just to touch the Hollywood sign. Philly Day 2 (7/2) I walked for an hour from Front Street uptown to the park where the concert was being held. Live 8 was a sea of like a million and a half people. Literally. It took at hour to work my way up to the second screen, with the actual stage still out of sight. I pulled back and worked the perimeter. Each band played only 3 songs. But it was certainly an experience. It was funny when they would throw the live feed from the other locations up on the screens, and since most the crow couldnt see a stage anyway, people thought they were watching artist performing there in Philly. Madonna is here? U2 is here? Funny because there was really no difference. Opener for you guys that think they matter: What is going on here? Why are all these people here? I just got to Philly and I wanted to go to the art museum and I run into THIS! Must be a really big art opening or something. When they were like are you serious? Id give them a little punch and roll my eyes for their gullibility and go into real impressions of Philly. I spent most my time with this witty and feisty girl who had traveled a bit and we had a lot to talk about. Didnt really get too far in the PU sense, but it was fun. Actually venue changed from this concert to a grocery store to get drinks. Had a few more positive interactions. The show (and the walking) was quite tiring. My legs are so sore.

The street PU on the way back was more likely to pan out than anything at the show. Ive got four girls from Sweden rolling with me at one point. Then four girls from former soviet countries. Opener: You girls look like fun. Did you see this mural over here? No? You have to see this! I noticed they had cameras and I led them a couple blocks to this mural. One girl was really against me because she was tired and they were leaving for NYC the next day. One girl was neutral and kinda paced to crabby girl. The other two were by far the hottest and I had them both engaged. The girl from Kazakhstan was gorgeous and very much into me. I complimented her on her curiosity and her desire to learn. She lit up. She had like the most subtle Asian featuresso so cute. I walked them to their hostel and this girl is asking a million questions. The plan was (and OKed with the crabby girl) that I would walk them back, and the two fun, nottired girls would roll with me to the club district. Both were 21. I gave my girl my contact info. They went up and I waited about 10 minutes. Logistics were bad anyway, so I left. I hit South Street, which I thought was really cool on Friday, and tonight it was a straight-up ghetto. I kinda like that there are so many cops for crowd control and basically keeping people from loitering. I called it a night. Day 3 gets even better. Day 4 is, well, today. It would definitely be nice to have more time and more money to spend in Philly. Id check out the Mutter Museum and the Mummer Museum and the Mushroom Museum. (No shit, look them up.) And somewhere I passed the Museum of Underground Art. Looked intriguing. I was telling the girl I was with yesterday that these are the kinds of places I would visit with someone that I really got along with because wed have a great time laughing and pointing out the absurdity of it all.

Saturday, July 02, 2005

FR: Philly D2: Live 8 and Soviet 4

7/2. I walked for an hour from Front Street uptown to the park where the concert was being held. Live 8 was a sea of like a million and a half people. Literally. It took at hour to work my way up to the second screen, with the actual stage still out of sight. I pulled back and worked the perimeter. Each band played only 3 songs. But it was certainly an experience. It was funny when they would throw the live feed from the other locations up on the screens, and since most the crow couldnt see a stage anyway, people thought they were watching artist performing there in Philly. Madonna is here? U2 is here? Funny because there was really no difference. Opener for you guys that think they matter: What is going on here? Why are all these people here? I just got to Philly and I wanted to go to the art museum and I run into THIS! Must be a really big art opening or something. When they were like are you serious? Id give them a little punch and roll my eyes for their gullibility and go into real impressions of Philly.I spent most my time with this witty and feisty girl who had traveled a bit and we had a lot to talk about. Didnt really get too far in the PU sense, but it was fun. Actually venue changed from this concert to a grocery store to get drinks. Had a few more positive interactions. The show (and the walking) was quite tiring. My legs are so sore.

The street PU on the way back was more likely to pan out than anything at the show. Ive got four girls from Sweden rolling with me at one point. Then four girls from former soviet countries. Opener: You girls look like fun. Did you see this mural over here? No? You have to see this! I noticed they had cameras and I led them a couple blocks to this mural. One girl was really against me because she was tired and they were leaving for NYC the next day. One girl was neutral and kinda paced to crabby girl. The other two were by far the hottest and I had them both engaged. The girl from Kazakhstan was gorgeous and very much into me. I complimented her on her curiosity and her desire to learn. She lit up. She had like the most subtle Asian featuresso so cute. I walked them to their hostel and this girl is asking a million questions. The plan was (and OKed with the crabby girl) that I would walk them back, and the two fun, not-tired girls would roll with me to the club district. Both were 21. I gave my girl my contact info. They went up and I waited about 10 minutes. Logistics were bad anyway, so I left. I hit South Street, which I thought was really cool on Friday, and tonight it was a straight-up ghetto. I kinda like that there are so many cops for crowd control and basically keeping people from loitering. I called it a night. It would definitely be nice to have more time and more money to spend in Philly. Id check out the Mutter Museum and the Mummer Museum and the Mushroom Museum. (No shit, look them up.) And somewhere I passed the Museum of Underground Art. Looked intriguing. These are the kinds of places I would visit with someone that I really got along with because wed have a great time laughing and pointing out the absurdity of it all. Email from my soviet girl: Hello, I want to say that I admire your life philosophy and your aspiration to learn more about the world outside and inside you. You probably don't remember me, we met in Philadelphia last weekend. I have decided to write you and I am really glad that talking to me was so important for you, I must say that you did a great job. I would love you to reply me and we could become friends and share our experiences, because you are someone I really want to know. I would be really glad to hear from you.

Sunday, July 03, 2005

FR: Philly D3: Don't Eat a Misteak

7/3. Today I set off (with a smile) to visit some tourist attractions. Of course Im on foot and the miles are adding up and taking their toll. Ive decided to come back to Philly on another trip when there are not so many tourists and I can explore these places in depth. So my wanderings today are half-hearted to say the least.

The super cute Kazakhstan girl calls me and I tell her a place to meet. This is her last day in Philly. I arrive late and I figure she has already left. Oops. So I leave. Half an hour later I get a message that she had gotten lost, but she is there at Penns Landing waiting. Turns out she had borrowed a cell phone from a stranger each time to call me. Theres an indicator of interest for you! So I go back, consuming another half an hour, and of course she isnt there. So sad, man was I into this girl. And she was dedicated enough to hang with me on her last day in Philly to borrow phones and call me twice. Damn. But Im back at Penns Landing and theres a cute curly haired chick writing something on a pad. Shes sitting on the edge of the river. Im looking right at her paper, and I say, My curiositys got the best of meagain. Then I look up at her and out toward the river and say, Is that Ride the Duck the actual vehicle I saw driving on the street? I had not idea they were actual boats! Haha, misdirection. Anyway, Ride the Duck is a tour franchise that shows you the attractions on the streets, as a tour bus, and then they drive you into the water and tour the harbor, as a boat. Theyre in many ay cities. And fucking annoying because they give all the tourists these duck-call noise makers and the guides will provoke everyone to make noise at certain people that they pass. So I segue into a story about getting quacked when I was streetside in Baltimore. So this girl is engaged and I tell her my impressions of Philly threads and the cheese-steak story from Day 1 and we talk about Live 8. We end up conversing for maybe three hours. Shes a teacher in training with Teach America and is in Philly for five weeks. Then shes moving to the Bronx to teach math. Her schedule is intensethey have to get up at five and sometimes are in class until 10PM. Shes been sitting there working on lesson plans. Lively girl. Shes half Mexican and half Greek. Lived in California and Texas. We share travel stories. Shes really into my trip, asking all the lifestyle-style questions. We have a good laugh when we find out that we both drive mini-vans. I also tell her that I had been looking for this nearby sculpture garden and I entice her to head off and we find it together. Then we go for a drive in her van (Blue Wave) while I navigate and we breeze through downtown and Chinatown. Finally, she suggests that we find South Philly and get a cheese-steak. Shes never had one before in her life! So we ask directions and get to the area. There they are: Pats (The King of Steaks) and Genos (The Best Steaks). Genos is blaring orange and green neon and a big light-up sandwich. Pats is a little more modest, with two huge signs. Before we walk up, we do an impromptu survey on three people who all say go to Pats. She gets the sandwich and ruins it with mustard. Meh. But the funniest part was whe we venture to the far side of Pats and discover their slogan: Dont Eat a Misteak. Classic. Were holding hands and laughing. So she drives me to my wheel estate on South Street and I get her to come inside and look at some photos. Im sitting on wifi, so I send her an email right there with a fun note and my phone number. Didnt push anything physically because I know she has a 5AM responsibility and she still has homework. We talk about meeting again for the fireworks the next night. Solid.

Monday, July 04, 2005

FR: Philly D4: New Friends and Fireworks

7/4. Spent most of the holiday journaling the events from the past few days. Finally parked and walked and made it to Fairmont Park where another free concert was being held. The Philadelphia Freedom Concert: Elton John plus Pattie Labelle plus Bryan Adams. Plus fireworks. Met two community guys that had emailed me and we talked for awhile. One wanted to drink at a bar and skip the concert altogether. I walked with them and talked on the way to the bar. I had not brought my ID and personally I wanted to see fireworks. Its a big holiday! I told them that I could hang out in a bar any day and I wanted to enjoy the concert and the celebration and perhaps we could get together the next day. OK. Kept playing phone tag with the teacher from yesterday. By the time her classes ended, the traffic would not permit her to get downtown. (She later told me that she watched the fireworks through a chain-link fence outside the school. Yes, Temple is this nice college smack dab in the middle of the ghetto.) I fought the crowd back to the two girls that I had previously joined. Opener: Thanks for saving me a spot. Man I love Philly. This is so cool. Do they do a big free show every year? And were off. They love my road stories. Common problem: They are both attracted. Im joking around with both. Touching both. Asking questions of both, and telling my stories to them both. The less attractive girl is slightly more receptive and responsive. They are art and graphic design students at Philadelphia University (where they met one year earlier) although one lives in upstate PA and the other in Long Island, NY. They are both twenty years old. One is two solid points higher on an attractiveness scale. Wavy blond hair, like tons of it. Very expressive eyes, and a ring through her bottom lip. Im pretty sure I have never kissed a girl with such a piercing. So I have a really cute 8 and a chubby-but-definitely-not-ugly 6. (Of course, Id do them both if there is threesome potentialstill thinking about Annapolis ;). Anyway, the rapport had been established before I walked away with the guys. Elton John was playing as I worked back to them. They dont seem overly happy to see me again. Indicators of interest are weak to say the least. No need to talk while the show is underway. Im exclusively kinesthetic with the cute girl now. And increasingly intimate. Little touches on her arms, leading to pretty solid head, neck and shoulder massages. Shes really liking itthe holiday atmosphere, the music, the massage. What could be better for her?

Im smelling her and brushing my face against her hair. She smells really good. Were both kinda in this trance where the rest of the world has disappeared. And we kiss. Like it was a really slow and intimate barely-mouth-open kinda kiss. The kind where you dont even realize its going to happen until you are already in it. She has the fullest lips and I could distinctly feel the lip ring. Mmmm So then I look at her friend and she is standing with her arms crossed and she looks miffed. Just as I suspected. I break touch with the hot girl and talk to her friend for a bit. I put my hand on her back and she recoiled. I was thinking of saying something like, Your friend and I really like each other. You are okay with that, right? We want you to arrange our honeymoon and well name our first born daughter after you. I just wanted to say something to get her to lighten up and be okay. After some more talking, I did tickle her a bit and I got her to thumb wrestle. I think she was alright with things. One of those instances where the fun guy always goes for her friend and not her. And my girl was not really aggressive or forthright or pursuant of me either. Probably out of the same respectful observation of her friend. Dont rub it in, you know? But I thought about the logisticsthe fact that they had to catch a train tonight and how we lived so far away and how just sharing this moment together was really nice whether there was ever to be another kiss or not. So we all sat down to watch the fireworks. Spectacular. Im holding hands with them both. My girl is leaning on me and I am leaning on the other girl. We look and feel pretty comfortable together. Once the show is over, I hug them both and I sincerely thank them for sharing the night with me. I give them my email and we walk separate ways. So I didnt get to make fireworks on Independence Day, but I at least got to enjoy some in the company of a beautiful woman and her cool friend. What makes this a greater loss that it seemed at the time is the apparent impact I had on my girl, as evident by the email she sent five days later: Hey there, *Deep Breath (sigh)*.... I'm not exactly sure how to go about this so please don't mind me if I start to ramble or not make sense. I'm not sure even if you remember me but you seemed so fond of the story telling I figured I'd try to refresh your memory with a short story of mine as well.... On Independence Day I woke up at the 'butt crack' of dawn to get ready for a long day of glamorous fun in the sun and in the great city of Philadelphia. I drove from good ol' Jackson Center, PA to Long Island, NY to spend a week with my best friend. We planned on taking a day trip to Philly (where we originally met during our academic year at the university). Elton John and Bryan Adams were playing at the Art

Museum, so we dressed to impress in our white "duds", bought a beach mat, and found a spot to take in the days festivities. As our afternoon and evening progressed a pleasant suprise plopped right down on our mat.You see, this random guy sat down with us and began to strike up random conversation as if he had actually known us. This was really great and truth be told I found this to be very alluring, and he to be very attractive.... but not in the stereotypical sense. No not at all, because this fellow dressed in a khaki Orlando ball cap and a dusty blue Cape May tee and carried carefully a beautiful camera. Yeah, he was the traveler type all right but the short stories he told and the jokes he made really captured the attention of my friend and I. (even though somehow he did manage to mess up a reference to the great movie, Office Space.... but I suppose I being younger and less wise can find a way to forgive him... lol) Anyways, long story short we parted ways and he continued on his travels as us two girls found our way back on the road for the two hour ride back to Long Island where we talked the whole car ride of 'what if's and 'did you notice's... All we really had left of him is a photo on the yet to be developed disposable camera and an email address written on the back of a gas receipt. So, that leaves me here.... I let curiousity get the best of me and I'm writing that email address which I'm hoping and assuming belongs to that wonderful young traveler. I just wanted to say it was nice meeting you and I hope to talk to you again someday!

Friday, July 08, 2005

LR: Pennsylvania: Banging a Babe in Bethlehem

As much as I liked Philadelphia, I still left with three parking tickets and a dry dick. Keys to Lay: --assuming attraction --being open, social, and talkative --having interesting real life stories --spontaneous conversation with situational relevance --being confident and playful --assuming the sale, escalating --walking away and trusting her to come back Personal Significance: --one of the most effortless lays yet --had her hot and ready in under one hour

--another van lay; very good sex too --lots of talk about my roadtrip and passionate travel --special email twist-ending! --serendipity, baby!

Thursday 7/7. I left Philly around three and traffic was already horrible. I was hoping to make it to Hopewell Furnace by five. No luck. Napped somewhere. I kept on to Allentown. Its like 9ish and I see some kind of gathering in a park. Turns out to be some organized ongoing high school basketball tournament. Did what we call warm up approaches on the teenage girls here. Dont tell mommy. When I dont get to socialize in the day, Im like starved for nightlife. Especially when I know that if I had stayed in Philly, the city would be rockin on a Thursday. But the great white north is calling. Kept driving and checked out these two clubs in Allentown that actually looked quite hip. Like they just look like amazing clubslots of lights and lounge areas, cool bars and DJ booths. But no people. I was the only non-employee to even walk into the second place. So they tell me that it will pick up by 10:30. OK. I schlepped around the area from 10-10:30. Dead. Back on the road to Bethlehem. It was the only place I passed with anybody anywhere. Some Irish pub. Maybe six people milling around the outside. I wasnt even going to stopbut one of the guys hanging outside was wearing a shirt from my alma mater. So I stopped to chat with some dude from my school. Probably 20 people inside. This guy was drunk. And he didnt really find it as interesting as I did that there were two Georgians in Pennsylvania at the same. So I spent most of the night sharing stories with this group of two girls and two guys. I knew it was not going to go anywhere PU-wise, but it was fun to just share laughs with hot girls over a couple drinks. This group left and I lingered for a few minutes to glance through the local weekly. I grab the paper and walk outside to leave and I see HER. Gorgeous brunette. Her body wasnt the tightest, but I am forgiving when there is a face this expressive and adorable. Shes just arrived with a girl and a guy. I found out later that they all drove separately to meet there. So Im face to face with this girl in passing. Man, I just found out that a band I like is playing in your city tomorrow. It sucks that I cant stay an extra night. So I engaged her just like that. She asks what band and I tell her and ask her if she has heard of them and she says yes, but she is not going to the show. She asks where I am from, I tell her Georgia and I run through a stack of stories. I think it is funny that I have material now that is simply stories of my adventures over the past few days. I think its only useful as long as I can convey that it is fresh and exciting. Were outside and noise isnt a factor. Her friends had ordered drinks and were sitting at a table outside, behind us. Its amusing

that she never sat down and never joined her friends, nor invited me into the group. Similarly, I never even acknowledged the two people she arrived with or asked her how she knew them or anything. Generally not good game, but it was not necessary as I had her undivided attention as she found my company captivating. It was 1AM and we both were sober, standing outside the bar just chatting. Im on this intense roadtrip. I just spent a week in Philly, man Im in love with Philadelphia My stack was something like this: Impressions of Philly, Live 8, Philly Steak Story 1, Steak Story 2 (Dont Eat a Misteak), Philly vs DC, Ocean City Teen Tease, Atlantic City Working Girl, Teaching Russian Girls, Lighthouse Tour, LBI Himbos, Hanging at the Wawa. Anyway, all these stories I have published here for whatever they are worth. Some themes I believe they conveyopenness, connectedness, luck/timing, spontaneousness, flirtatiousness and judgment, desirability, flirtatiousness and MIS-judgment, not letting opportunities pass by, flirtatiousness and being genuine/not try-hard, humor, interest in history and culture, living in the moment, making your own fun, etc, etc, etc Heavy are themes of being playful and spontaneous for the sake of challenging your creativity and living your life to the fullest. Understand that I have calibrated that she is not much of a talker. But she is very much into my stories. Nodding and smiling and encouraging me to continue. This is a contrast from all the girls that it seems like I have met lately that want to talk and talk and ask me a million questions. So I just roll with the stories. I also tell her this: I know youre wearing the slightest bit of makeup, but in this blue neon light it really stands out. Gorgeous. I know Im talking a lot, but I have to keep talking or else Im just going to be thinking about how beautiful you are. She laughs and says, no, no, go on, please

So Im talking about the Wawa--which is this chain of food stores and sometimes gas stations that is popular in VA, NJ, and PA. When I first started seeing them in VA I was like, what is this Wawawawawa shit? Like hello, welcome to Wawa? Sounds like baby gargle. I intentionally told myself I wasnt going to go to a place with a name like that. Then I ended up at one in NJ because I had no choice. I was hungry. But I decided it was pretty cool after all because of their hi-tech digital sub ordering system. Like, there will be no one else in line, and youre right in front of the person who will be making the sub, but you still have to type in your order. With the little on-screen digital beep-beep thingy. You probably say hoagie, huh? But the subs are pretty good and now Im hooked. Im writing a song called Hanging at the Wawa. Its going to be huge. So you guys got one in town right? Take me to your Wawa So this drunk guy comes out of the bar and pukes really close to us. Nasty. I pull her to me and around the side of the bar and were standing in a sprinkle of rain. This guy starts talking to us. Were eying each other like, how do we get him out of here, politely. But drunk dude says we look good together. OK. I said, We sure do, dont we and I grab her and pull her close. I ask; Who has a camera? And she has one in her purse! She asks her friend to take our picture. The drunk guy is in the first one. Then I say, How about one of just us and I kiss her cheek and the drunk guy leaves.

After the picture, I take her hand and walk her back to the side of the bar where we had moved to in the rain. Its the lightest sprinkle you can imagine. But here she is out of sight from her friends. I want to talk privately and I dont know if they will cockblock. A risky move, as they might be more defensive if I pull her out of sight. So I position us so that they can still see her right side, but they cannot see me at all. I tell her that my parents used to mail their Christmas cards to Bethlehem PA to be re-mailed with the citys special postmark. My parents didnt really do this, but I know that it is a service that her city offers to folks so they can get a special pictorial cancellation. She had never heard of it. I asked her if there is like a Christmas tree or a year-round Nativity scene or some big star. Se says there is a star up on the mountain and I say that she has to take me there and she says OK. I say, Its so easy to talk to you. Such comfort. You seem so genuine and real. Some girls I meet and I look into the distance like the thought is too intense to finish. I look back at her, do the triangular gazing, put my hand behind her head and kiss her. I hold her close and we kiss a couple more times with increasing tension. Its 1:45. The bar closes at 2 and her friends will be leaving. Do I attempt some kind of fifteen minute drag-and-fuck, or do I get her to ratify her feelings and trust her to meet up? Lets face it; the former would be the quickest way to a red light. This is how I structured the latter (probably more wordy, as I tend to be): ListenI know, that you, like me, are adventurous and spontaneous(nods)we are the kind of people that if we find something, a person, an opportunity, that captures our attention and stirs our souls, we want to seize that opportunity and make it our own(nods)its like, even if our time together is limited, we still know that its the kind of intense and amazing experience that well always remember and cherish(nods)Im going to go to my van and sort the pictures that I was telling you about, and youre going to go spend some time with your friends. Make them smile and make sure they have a way home. Then come see meIll be right herewell go look for the star or have some other incredible adventure. OK she says. Im smiling the whole time and looking deep into her eyes. I kiss her again. Then walk off. Not another word and I dont look back. No contact info, no Plan B. Either she shows or she doesnt. And I dont sit there waiting. Im sorting pictures like I said. About 2:15 theres the softest little knock on the window. I open the door and shes all smiles and I playfully pull her in. We tickle each other and give each other massages and things get explicit quickly. I give a couple, This is so intense. This kind of thing doesnt happen to me kind of statements early on just to counteract possible LMR. But there really wasnt any. Straight porno (you know which one) after that. Pretty intense. Right there in the parking lot of this bar in Bethlehem. When we parted I gave her my email. For shits and giggles, Ive included the email she sent the next day:

You are a free spirit and have a beautiful soul, with an open heart. I would love to just travel with you and go wherever the wind blows us. I have obligations and yes..a husband. Im going to attempt to work things out with him. But things very possibly wont heal. And if they dont, youll be the first I call. If you are ever in Pennsylvania again, look me up. Itd be cool and maybe we are destined to see each other again. Thanks for an amazing night. Youll be on my mind. A husband! That certainly was and unexpected suprise from this 24 year old hottie. Perhaps explains why she kept quiet.

Monday, July 11, 2005

NY: I Don't Front with Police

7/11. 12:30AM Rome, NY I dont think it is really a big deal. I was not arrested or accused. But this interaction made me uneasy and I just wondered if A cop has a right to put his hands in your pockets and remove contents without even asking your consent. A cop has the right to turn on your computer without even asking your consent. Anyway, I park on a busy street in a business district. I grab my laptop and power cord and Im looking at the storefronts for an outlet. Just wanted to charge the battery and type some shit up. Maybe I am an *electricity thief* but that was never even the issue. I found an outlet, but before I even plugged in, I see the cops drive past and turn around in the middle of the road. So I just wait for them to approach. Two cops jump out of the car and start asking me my name and where I live and what I am doing. They ask for ID and I have it on me. I hand my license to one and the other tells me to put my hands on the hood of the car. Im being really cooperative because I know I have done nothing and I dont want to get caught up in a scene. I tell them that I auto-camp and Im there to see Fort Stanwix the next day. Told them I was just going to sit for an hour and do computer work.

The cop asks if it is my laptop. I say yes. Then he turns it on. Asks me what my screensaver looks like. Then he reaches into all my pockets and takes out my phone and my wallet. Ask if it is my phone. Asks if I have ever been arrested. Meanwhile, the other cop runs my license and the tag on the van. Clean, of course. I just stand there, feeling pretty undignified, waiting for them to tell me whats going on. Finally, they tell me that there are a lot of burglaries in the area and I should hang out somewhere else. Im on my way. Thats it. Oh yeah. Yesterday, I got pulled over by NY police. I had a headlight out. Ran my license. The cop told me that since I hadnt been drinking, he wouldnt give me a ticket. Just to get it fixed. 2 days and 2 cop stories. Blah.

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Montreal D1: FR: Make Out City

First day in Montreal. I get a metro card which is $18 for the week, or whats left of it. I ask the cashier to circle where we are on the map and circle where the most people would be. Its about noon. The station that she sent me to turned out to be inside a mall. I didnt come to Canada to hang in a mall, so I hit the street. St Catherine. Im actually wandering without a map or any kind of guide. Just going to let the wind blow. I get all these leads on things to check out from asking women where their favorite places are and what I must see. Ill glance at postcards in the shops and ask people if they know where the pictured landmarks are. I ended up doing ten cold approaches in the day (and three more at night). All in the day were single girls except one group of three. All were positive in some way; if only for smiles and laughs and some sense of rapport. My strategy is to stay in a girls company for as long as possible and to try to push things into an automatic date or arrange something later that day. Contact closing for a second day meet-up is generally not my style, but also further hindered here because I do not get phone service in Canada. Great opportunity to act on whims and push for same-day action. My major sticking point right now is somewhat the opposite of what I used to do, that is: eject before rejection. Now, I find myself staying in conversation and the company of a woman even after Ive

realized that the logistics of staying with her or getting together with her later are not going to be possible. But I usually stay there just enjoying the moment shared and the connecting. Its bad only because I realize that my time would be better spent finding and connecting with someone who might be available for an intimate rendezvous while I am in town. So I end up spending maybe as much as an hour or so with a woman and then we part usually because she has to go to work or has some other commitment. In parting, I offer my email and dont ask for any contact information. What has been uncanny though is this amazing return rate when these women will send me intense emails saying how much they enjoyed meeting me. Just leaves me kicking myself, because Im long gone, in another city and wont ever get to see her again. Oh well. I tend to press reset on my game daily. But I must start realizing that if same-day action isnt going to pan out to just exit the interaction ASAP. Move on to the bigger better deal. Anywaythe first girl I talked to was outside a major bookstore. Turns out she worked there and was on break. (Opener: I just got here. What do you recommend, right or left?) Shes telling me what to see and what to expect of the people. Truly bilingual and her English is really good. Within five minutes of talking to her she says, Hey do you want to smoke a joint? Haha, good times. Yeah, right there on the street. She actually knows a bit about the city and the history. Shes telling me that French girls are easy. She offers her number and I say that my phone doesnt work there and she tells me to use a pay phone. I say, I dunno, is your company worth a quarter? Were flirting and sparring verbally. Funny thing is, though, I actually left without her number and did not even think to give her my email. In retrospect, I could have kissed her too. Instead, I was actually in this silly trance walking away thinking that was about the coolest first person I could have talked to.whats next? The second interaction was so intense it deserves a post of is own. YES The third girl was in a coffee shop. I sat next to her to take a picture of something across the street. Then I started talking about my first Canadian energy drink that I had just gottenGuruwhich sucked. (Hype also sucks.) Were talking about what to see and do and her favorite places and shes trying to teach me French. We share laughs and I feel like there is definitely a sexual vibe. I convince her to show me some things and she says she will but she as to first run an errand without me. She wont tell me what it is, but she does her best to convince me that it will only take five minutes and she will be right back. I say Ill wait, but I ended up leaving for new opportunities. The next girl was one of the hottest of the hot. She was wearing bright pink and bright blue and this combined with her tight body got her all the attention she could ever need. Our interaction was brief, but I did walk a few blocks with her. She was going to meet her boyfriend for dinner. Meh I never had a chance, but at least I went for it. Next was the three-set in front of a cathedral. Im pointing out gargoyles to them and explaining their

significance and they end up taking pictures with me. They are from an area about an hour and a half away and only one speaks a bit of English. There is really nowhere I could have taken this PU-wise. Next was a very hot girl in a blue dress. The kind of beauty that I would kick myself for the rest of the day for not approaching. Oh yeah, she was wearing headphones. So I opened by asking what she was listening to. We walked several blocks and were laughing and shes doing her best to ask me rapport questions in English. She agreed to show me the way to Chinatown and I asked her if she liked Chinese food and shes game, so it looked like we were going to eat. But we got to this particular street where Chinatown was right and she decided to go left to the Metro saying that she had to have dinner with her mom. I told her that we really should do something later this week and I gave her my email. Then there was the woman from Philly who was there for a conference. In fact she organized the conference and, as such, was very busy. She was walking the streets for fresh air. We walked and talked for probably twelve blocks. She was really into me and was glad to hear of my good experiences in Philly. Anyway, she had to get to her hotel for dinner and it was the same time I had to find a different hotel for my meet with girl #2. Even with her being American, Im sure I could have kissed her. I could have pursed a meet-up later, but I was certain girl #2 would receive my attention for the rest of the night. Damn. Right after my escapade and wait at the Hilton, I pass another hotel a couple bocks away and there is a beautiful girl sitting outside. She is on vacation from France with her mother. She actually speak better English that most all the French Canadian girls that I have encountered. She came outside to smoke a cigarette, but couldnt stray far. I got her to walk across the street with me to a fountain. She let me know that she was only sixteen (haha) and that she has a boyfriend back home. I felt like she was telling me this because she was attracted. I decided to do something bold just to see what would happen. I said, I want to tell you a secret. Then well go our separate ways. This is a juicy vacation secret for you to keep from your mother for the rest of the trip and something to keep from your boyfriend for as long as you stay together. Close your eyes. And I pulled her close kissed her. It was returned and a good kiss except for the fact that she tasted like cigarettes. Then I wished her well and walked away, not even looking back. Good times. So I just kissed a sixteen year old French girl. I decide to continue with the bold moves for whatever may happen. The Metro trains stop running at midnight. So I decided to take the train to my van and drive downtown for night action. On the metro back up, Im face-to-face with this beautiful Brazilian girl. She is nineteen and here studying and she lives with some old lady and a Japanese teenage dude. Im trying to figure out a way that we could stay together and cook or go somewhere. Her station is before mine. When we reach her station we kiss. And I think it is funny because it started as a misread on my part, but definitely something she was ready for. I think she went in to do the Frenchie cheek air kiss thing and when I saw this I went in to kiss-kiss her. But she adjusted and next thing you know we are really French kissing. And that was it, shes gone. When I got off the Subway I ended up pacing this French-Canadian blonde. I just told her this was my

first day here and some stories. Just walking and talking and smiling. We get to some factory and she says, This is where I work. Bye. This was abrupt to me because the bonding was going well and I didnt even think about where we were going. She works 10PM until 6AM. Uhg. I tell her that I would like to continue getting to know her and she says that she has a BF and I say that thats OK, just write me anyway and I give her my email and let her go work. Im back at the van and Im thinking how far this drive is going to be to get back downtown. I decide to get back on the subway and *make something happen* such that I had a place to sleep OR *worst case scenario* the bars would close at 3 and I would wait to catch the first train back around 6AM. Okay, lets roll. Back in the Metro, I engage this really cute girl by asking her to translate a subway poster for me. Well, she is from Mexico City and knows no French. She lives in Montreal and is with her BF and her friend who just arrived from Mexico. Somehow I transition nicely to talking to the visiting girl, whom, if she has a BF, at least is not there with him. She is damn cute too. We sit together on the Metro and I flirt in broken Spanish. She tells me how long she will be there and offers her number. I tell her that my phone does not work and she should take my email and email me plans for an adventure. Really weak game, but like I said, it is hard for me to structure dates in cities that I am unfamiliar with and I like to reset my game every day. So I get back to St Catherine. Not too much going on. I first open a two set that is rushing to get home. Poor English. I engage them for a few minutes anyway which is counterproductive because it is only wasting my time. Next I sit down between two girls in this group of three. They are fairly apprehensive at first. But they are open to my stories and impressions of Montreal. Of course the scene evolves into teaching me French and I play along to let them laugh at my inability to pronounce or retain anything French. Im talking about them being my teacher, my tour guide, and my success coach and how were going to start our own province. Blah blah blah. They decide to take me to a bar uptown. These are college girls. We catch a bus. With the most alpha tour-guide girl Im being cocky and playful while teasing her about Canadian and American differences. My teacher girl I develop the most rapport with and Im asking her all these words in French. And I have her writing stuff down for me. The third girl is pretty shy and quiet but the only one asking direct questions about me. But honestly, none of them are showing more than casual interest. Another instance of me just rolling with the situation and not really leading. We get to the bar and theres a guy friend that joins us. The four of them are talking French and I have no idea what they are saying. I talk to my teacher girl a bit, but the others are talking like 90% French now and I am excluded. Im not sure what has been communicated or what influence this guy had, but my even my questions are ignored. So I decide to excuse myself and I ask for directions back to downtown. But before I left, I slipped me email into the

purse of my favorite girlthe teacher. Also gave her a hug when I left and just said bye to the rest. Then I walked probably seven miles or so back to the city center. By that time it was about 4AM. Had to kill nearly 2 hours waiting for the metro to open. The horrible part is that I had to keep moving because the mosquitoes would get me whenever I stopped. Mosquitoes are hellacious here, even in the city.

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Montreal: Respect, Truth, and Adoration

Montreal Girls. Im having a crazy time here Im not sure when I will leave Im not finding time to journal as much as I would like Here are some emails that I have gotten the day after I met these girls The one in French, that I had translated, is particularly amusing The connections I have made and these words shared truly make me smile ************************ HBfountain Hey sweetie, That was possibly the nicest night I have ever had. I'm really glad we met and I wish you were staying longer, but you're probably gone now. I guess I didn't really have that much of your time which is too bad because the time I did get was awesome. You made me feel really good. If you are gone then I'm assuming you won't get this until you are home, in which case I hope you had a safe trip home and I hope we can still keep talking...or..."talking, hehe, through here or however. *kiss* ************************ HBcafe Hey. You're so beautifully intriguing... I want to show you the city and the museums and take you for sushi on the mountain so that you can unravel and tell stories. You seem like the spontaneous, fly-by-the-seam-of-your-pants kinda guy. So if you find yourself

downtown tomorrow night, bored and in need of company and conversation, give me a call from a payphone and I'll come meet you. AND I think we should meet at two so I can take you to the plateau and we'll walk up des pins to the mountain. We can go to Sentropole or Caf Chaos or walk to the old port. There's free fireworks at 10 pm from St. Paul Street so if you're not sick of me, we'll adventure down there. It will be fabulous. YOU'RE fabulous. I don't know. You have this exciting, exhilarating, enthralling energy around you and it's astoundingly refreshing. I want to soak it up...I'll see you soon. ************************ HBmetro HI! Je voudrais que tu me dise pourquoi tu m'a parl hier, qu'est-ce que tu recherche au juste? Est-ce que c'tait srieux ou si c'tait parce que tu avait du temps perde? Au faite, est-ce que tu fait a chaque fille qui t'attire? (SREMENT). Dans le fond tu cherche des filles baiser durant ton voyage au Canada, pas vrai? J'ai dj tromper mon chum une fois, donc je serais capable de le faire une deuxime fois, mais est-ce que sa en vaut vraiment la peine ( de le faire avec un gars qui ne se souviendra mme pas de ton nom le lendemain matin). D'habitude j'envoi promener les gens bizarre comme toi qui cruise les filles dans le mtro, je parle jamais aux trangers, je ne sais pas pourquoi je ne les pas fait cette fois. Quel est ton nom? Answer my questions please! It's your turn to have problem, use your dictionary if you think that it's worth it, if not, goodbye! The girl that you talk with last night

Montreal: FR: Perdre 3 beauts en 1 seule journe

8/05/05 I just experienced THREE dramatic losses in the same day. I actually have five diverse and unique LRs that I could/should write. But I find myself instead thinking about these three losses of Friday, August 5th Once upon a time, I was thinking about making a list of my top five or ten misses on the PUATour. These are girls that were exceptionally beautiful that shared a great time with me that I then lost for whatever reason. As an artist, I always wonder what I could have done differently. Anyway, the losses I have experienced in Montreal alone would dominate the list. Damn I have lost some dazzling and dynamic women, which just seemed sure-to-bone. Oh well. Note: This post is heavy laden with actual real-life emails from my girls, because thats how I like to document things. These emails should help you see the effect that I have on women (both in gaining and losing). Interpret at your own risk. Friday Girl #1: First I had a date at noon. This girl I had met two weeks prior. Street meetcontact close. I flaked on our first Day2 attempt. I apologized in an email and suggested that I come to her area of town so she wouldnt have to invest resources to meet if she felt like I might flake again. She said she still wanted to meet, and the emails showed that she was still intrigued. Yesterday was the earliest we could have gotten together. Her email to me after my flake, shows how not showing up, although largely unintentional, served to increase interest: Its 11h06, Im back from my travel to the Vieux Port...I feel like Ive lived a whole day since 7 this morning.....I dont know how I should feel, sad or mad or stupid.... I feel strange.... So many questions are bursting in my head! Where should I have been? Were you late, lost, dead, kidnapped, asleep, in front of another statue...? Were you waiting for me somewhere else? And where was this somewhere else? I waited 30 minutes, then I started walking, drawing squares around the Place Jacques-Cartier and the Bonsecours market searching for the somewhere else, searching for the other statue.....I was waiting in front of Nelson's statue, on the Jacques Cartier Place. The Old Montral was beautiful under the light of the morning sun, but I was alone and I felt lost....Why was this meant to happen? Where was the somewhere else? Was it the Maisonneuve's statue in front of a cathedral? Im so sorry about all that.... I feel like Ive lived a whole life since Ive met you, and I really wanted to see you again. I still don't understand why was this meant to happen, but too many times in my life I didn't know how to seize the opportunities presented to me, and while I was waiting, I thought Well, when you fall off the horse you have to hop back on... I think that it is not too late to try again....Well, tell me if you still have the time to visit the city and take some pictures....

So we finally coordinate plans to meet again. Shes at the meeting spot and Im actually on time. We walk the Old Port and talk. (BTW, shes another Quebecois and her English isnt the greatest.) She reveals a few things. She says shes been apprehensive about meeting me again. For one thing, she couldnt remember exactly what I looked like. She described how she dreams of her ideal man, but his face is always a blur, just like my face in her memory. She also talks about how she was thinking I was part of the Mafia because she thought I was smooth in dealing with people and I got her comfort and fascination very easily. She wondered if I was going to kidnap her and sell her into slavery. I laugh and play along with this exaggerated scenario while addressing the real concern at hand. We climb this twelve story fire escape and take pictures of the port. (Shes a photography student, age 18.) From here we have great views and share our first kiss. I talk about sensuality and passion and give the Sensuality Test. Shes actually quite thoughtful about it and came up with questions of her own. Whats more sensualsilence or conversation? (I choose silence and riff on themes of how nonverbal communication trumps verbal and how sensual it is to just look into someones eyes or give them a glance or a smile.) She had another good question that I wish I could remember. I assuage all her concerns. I reframe everything as being cooperative and mutual. And beautiful and passionate. Even if I am here for such a short time, I have only to offer honesty and respect and magical experiences. Shes very comfortable with me. I tell her that shes hijacked my brain. I show her some massage techniques. We proceed to make out way up on this fire escape. The scene is exciting for us both. There are literally like a thousand people beneath us and curtainless windows on all the skyscrapers surrounding us. There are people milling about in the office behind us that leads to the escape. Im sucking on her breasts and rubbing her crotch. We have to stop, were going to get arrested. There are a lot of cops beneath us and people absolutely everywhere. Just making out, I am sure we had an audience. I considered it very likely that we would get arrested as we would be trapped on the escape and even without fucking, we were still trespassing. Maybe if she had a skit on, we could have So lets find somewhere else. I think I can get here to the van, which is about a twenty minute walk to the Metro and a thirty minute train ride. But she tells me she has to be at work soon. She tells me her schedule and we make plans to meet early the next day. We have a little bit of time to spend together still and I walk her to the clock tower and Im looking for a place we could really do something. I dont know the area, and there are people absolutely everywhere. I take her to this slightly sheltered area of the park behind some shrubbery. We make out and Ive got my hand down her jeans. Im finger banging her and shes loving it. Shes stroking my dick and I pull it out for her. I convince her to kiss it but she barely puts her lips on it. She keeps looking around and I tell her to close her eyes and enjoy the feeling and I will keep watch on the surrounding. Sure enough, some fucker is watching us. And hes walking closer. I take my hand out of her pants, put my dick away, and we turn away as he passes. I try to get her worked up again, but now its all about how shes late for work. We laugh together as we walk to the subway. I remind her about our meet in the morning and she vacillates. I know Ive lost her.

The next time I check my email, it is confirmed: I wont be there tomorrow. I realize that my life needs a plan. In order of importance, Love is in first, followed by Pleasure, and then Sex. Yeah, I just realized that love is in first, even if it brings me expectations. I prefer to dream and to learn from my errors, than not dreaming at all. Life is short, we should follow our dreams, and mine is to do the right things, when I feel its the right time to do them. If I want to feel comfortable, even if I do feel comfortable with you, I wont come tomorrow. Friday Girl #2 I was set to meet my second girl at 6PM. This would be our Day3. We met at a bar among her friends and we shared great conversation and an amazing kiss. Shes 20 and studies fashion design. Day2 we walked around the Old Port and the clock tower. I told her that her expectations should be to enjoy the moment and the magic I can provide and that we should not expect any sense of future. Shes cool and tells me that she just ended a relationship and has no expectations, just to have fun and see where things go. I do my sensual qualifying and find her energy to match my own. I also love how she can verbally spar with me and were teasing each other seductively. This one is going to be amazingbeautiful Italian baby. After a great time, we both have places to be. Mine is another date, and Im honest about it. We exchange some more passionate kisses and embraces and then depart. If it didnt seem solid enough already, she sends me this email: Hey, how did your date go? Got home a while ago. Had to take care of some things, now I'm writing to you. Thanks a lot for everything. You really opened my eyes to a lot of things. You really made me see things in a different way. Well, we have to get together again. Maybe Friday. There is this fashion show that my friend is doing the make up for so maybe we could go see if your going to be around and don't have a date that night. Let me know, it would be nice to see you again. So, I show up for our second time out. We embrace. We kiss. The physical intimacy is still there. We walk and hold hands and things feel nice. I try to lead her to the lingerie and sex toy shop, but she doesnt want to go in. Cool, no pressure. I ask about this fashion show and we Metro to the Jean Drapeau Island where it is being held. I was telling her to notice how envious people look when they see us together. Turns out it is $15 per person and we skip it. We hold each other and talk intimately next to a fountain. The only other thing worth mentioning is that she kept talking about her ex-boyfriend and how this and that reminded her of him. I said something about being in the present and enjoying the opportunities right before us. What is this moment lacking? Nothing. Right answer. I told her I was interested in her role as a beautiful and passionate woman and not a daughter (kept complaining about her parents), a student (schools about to start), a friend (her friends told her not to see me), an ex-GF (would not shut up about her ex-boyfriend) or anything else. Tried my best to keep her present and positive. I taught her how to give a hand massage and had her demonstrate what she had learned. Also gave each other neck and shoulder massages.

Her mom calls. She lives with her parents. Shes got to go. Not much I can do. I walk her to the Metro. Shes got tears in her eyes and shes telling me that she cant be with me and shes not ready to give herself. Im mostly smiling and respectful. My artistry is intense and Im not sure what to do in these situations. I told the 100% perfect girl story (credit: Style). She keeps saying, I cant, I cant. I assuredly tell her that I know what I will be missingwonderful times with an amazing and passionate woman. And one day she will realize the opportunity she has missed as well. I just hope shes not plagued by what ifs and could-have-beens. Like I will be. We hug. Im out. Just to make sure I got the message, she sends this email: It was a fun night. I'm sorry that I could not give you what you wanted. I was just not able to pass that stage yet. Well, it was great meeting and getting to know you. Good luck in your next adventure and stay in touch. Friday Girl #3: I hit the street for the ongoing FrancoFolies Festival. Im worked up. I really hated to lose this one. And thats two solid loses for the day! Im thinking about the days earlier this week where, when I had flakes, I always ended up pulling same-day. No problem. I hit the festival with the determination of that character in the movie Tomcats where hes worked up over this chick and he says to himself Im going to fuck the next chick I see. Of course he runs into a warpig and says, Okaythe NEXT chick I see. So here I am. 2sets and 3sets are opening moderately well. I dont have time left in the city to follow new contact closes. I have this strange sense of urgency. Im also very tired. I cant explain this mood and mentality. Im thinking about how after I pulled 5 girls here, and I had one week left and I told myself that it was going to be my goal to pull 5 more. 5 more in one week. Who can do this? And they all cameone after another. So here I am at ten. Who does this? Got to get out of hereSundayMonday at the very latest. Im thinking about how the SDL with the sexy Mexican girl on Thursday actually fucked up my karma. Like that was tenokay, goal metlike the universe didnt want me to have the fire escape girl and the Italian girl too. Even though they probably needed me the most. Just wasnt meant to be. So here I am with this weird mood and this weird determination and Im going for number eleven. And then I see her. Holy shit what a beauty. Another Latina. Long beautiful blackish reddish curlyish hair. Expressive eyes. Incredible figure. Shes wearing this dress with a singular wraparound image. Very retro. Very go-go. Shes got these badass black boots with zippers all over them. Me likes. Is she actually alone? Who cares. I approach and I get her smiling. She is alone. The group ends at the stage near us and we head to a different stage. We have engaging conversation and lots of laughs. I keep smiling and throw her a lot of broken Spanish, happy to deviate from all this French. Turns out she is from Chile and she is 26. (I am 26, and the Mexican girl last night was 26maybe the universe likes me after all.) We go for a walk beyond the festival. Of course St Catherine St on a Friday night is like a festival everywhere.

She actually suggests we get a drink. I take her to the place that HBgraphicartist introduced me to. I ask fun qualifying questions and show her the view from the balcony. I give her a passionate SOI and shes entranced. I go for the kiss, I get sidestepped and told Im told she has a boyfriend. Back home. Okay. So did the girl Saturday and persistence paid. Im also thinking about the Mexican girl from last night where directness paid off more than anything else. Im thinking Ive got this one solid. I mean, its meant to bethird girl for the night, third times the charm, right? So I sit her down and she orders a beer. Shes a fairly accomplished film student in Santiago. She tells me about her film projects. It sounds like her family has some money too. Miscommunication is prevalentlanguage barrier. Its best that she talk and talk and I smile and nod, then I can talk and talk (seductively) and she can smile and nod and bite her lip and blush and think naughty things. And its going smoothly. Were sitting with her knee between mine. I give her the questions of the Sensuality Test. Were giving each other very nice hand massages and kino is all-around nice. Im overselling my photography and shes interested. I tell her that if we can go to my station for a few minutes Ill show her these cool pictures. Were hand in hand, the vibe is great, and I walk her to the Metro and right outside she gets cold feet and shes reminding me of the boyfriend. I knowlets just go look at pictures. Shared false pretense? Just pictures. It will be fun. Actual false pretense? So shes with me. I give her this incredible head massage for basically the whole train ride. Shes entranced in transit. I tell her that my place is actually a vehicle. Shes intrigued by the idea, as they all have been. So we get to my van and I tell her that I am going to drive to where I can get a network in order to check my email real quick. She can do so too. No prob. This takes me out of the hotel parking lot and onto a residential street. A little bit of a risk though because the cops have approached me and told me not to return to this street. Apparently folks had called the cops after noticing that I pull up here day after day. Must look suspicious. The cops approached me I told them about wifi and I was there to check email. They ran some search on my license for like twenty minutes and just told me to find a different connection. Oh well. But anyway, I decided to roll up on this spot again one more time. So I boot up the computer and give her some printed photos to look at while I check my email. There was no hesitation coming into the back and shes got her hand on my leg and everything is green lighted. I send her a quick playful email. I offer to let her check her email. I show her some photos on the computer while I play some chill music. She likes. Close computer. I go for the kiss and Im in. Very nice. Proceed to kiss neck and ears and arms and legs and touch breasts. Shes not breathing heavy or otherwise getting into it, but not stopping me either. I direct her to kiss my neck and I put her hands on my chest. Kiss my chest, kiss here, bite there, etc. Im telling her that I want to taste her. Ive got my hand under her dress and I put her hand on my straining cock And thats about it. She pushes me away. Its abrupt. All I hear is boyfriend, boyfriend, novio, novio, boyfriend, blah, blah. I try juicy secret threads but shes already locked. Cant get her

back in for anything. Long story short, I respectfully take her home. Keep the ride upbeat and playful for whatever its worth. You know, not being a pouty sore-ass. We smile and kiss when I drop her off. She has my email just in case she has anything to say. Damn. Three solid losses the same day. Live loss, love life. GoneSavage

Montreal: I Met an Angel Last Night

8/06/05 Heres another fun email-she titled it I met an angel last night. This stuff makes me smile. Hate to leave the city. I spent about twenty minutes with this girl and I gave her my email before she left. Very cute. I was out opening by hitting people with a rolled up newspaper. I explained to this girl that my time was limited and it was my efficiency screen for meeting people that were fun and open and outgoing that I could easily connect with. If they smiled at me, I was intime to see what theyre about. If they said fuck off or whatever, I knew not to waste my time. Anyway, this was fun. I got this girl to hit some guy on the head in passing (she explains in her email) and he turned and smiled at her. Im out here having fun and enjoying life. It went nowhere in a sexualsense, but I had some kind of effect on her. Check it out. Kinda hints at our potential as artists and men. Maybe you agree Thanks for having been there tonight... I truly needed it...like a cold shower, like a wake-up call... You told me it's important to be honest... let's then do so... When I left in bike, I was almost crying... not that I was so sad to leave you (sorry!!;-)) but simply 'cause you had helped me realize...you said the only thing that counts is present time, what you do now, how you enjoy life...or put simply... 'Its not the destination, but the journey that counts'... For a while, I have been feeling life as a whole and the way we as humans are living it is a pure joke... it is truly not real nor sincere... it is fake... We put emphasis on the wrong things... job, money, power...we forget to laugh too often... When I decided to play a bit tonight and tapped a guy on the head as you taught me to do, I felt so ... alive...like a kid you knowit's stupid, it's just a little game... it's just teasing... but it's human communication through smiles... I loved it...

Have you ever noticed when you walk in a street in a big city (it's the case here in Montreal), every time you pass someone, you sort of look down... (Well maybe not YOU, cause your whole person is going against that) BUT I AM DOING IT OFTEN... I have never been doing it before...I started it about 2 years ago, when I moved in Montreal... (I'm coming from a smaller town, Qubec, which I hope you will take the time to go and visit 'cause it's beautiful.) Well this whole thing of not looking in people's eyes is really sucking my energy out... I know it is not normal, it's a type of protection or I don't know what... it's really not what I should be doing and I was in fact questioning that problem yesterday night... Yesterday night, I asked that something comes to help me change my perception... I went to the festival cause I wanted to walk alone and look at people and think... I like those lonely night sometimes... I was also going there hoping that I could share something too... I spoke to a couple of people... about simple things, 'a nice bracelet that you have there madam!' 'you want to win the car, here's the code that goes there'... 'oh thanks'... even those small pieces of conversations with strangers are good... Then you arrive and at first, I'm thinking, well fine, another guy hunting...that's why I was quite cold...the more you talked, the more I listened, the more I realized, well, he has something to teach me...let's follow him for a while... But there is something simple here in Qubec that is part of our culture and that is that as a girl, you don't want to be hanging out with too many guys (even if simple friends) holding hands and chatting closely, when you have a boyfriend... so here's the reason why I said so many noooos... But I know this wasn't the purpose of that encounter... I needed you to make me laugh and make me realize I needed my life to be way more light and easy... Maybe you do not believe that we all have a certain role in other people's lives... (Well I think you actually do...) but thanks for having played that role tonight. Sincerely On n'est jamais si bien servi que par soi-meme...alors si vous chercher le bonheur, n'attendez pas qu'il passe, crer-le!"

Montreal: LR: Crazy Francophone Sex

8/08/05 Saturday July 30th This post details my first SDL in Montreal. The experience was both very challenging and very rewarding. Well call this 22 year old HBfrancofolies. The prevalent theme here is persistence.

Ive encountered a couple people that assert that Qubcoise (French-Canadian) girls are easy. In my experience so far, I disagree. Ive had plenty of girls not open up whatsoever and Ive lost plenty due to ASD or bad logistics. However, I offer the following observations on Montreal: --PDA (including girl-girl PDA) seems a little more socially permissible. --Ive noticed a disproportionate amount of hot chicks with ugly guys. --Prostitution and contact strip bars and sex shops are commonplace. --The city is huge; theres a lot of intermingled cultures and festivals every summer night. It really appears to be a laid-back chill kinda place that seems remarkably socially tolerant. One of the first things I tell new people I meet is that everyone I have met so far has been really kind, open, receptive, and responsive. I believe it sets the stage for them to be the same. A few more observations: --Qubcoise girls respond to me in spite of the fact that I am American, certainly not because of it. --Francophone girls respond to me in spite of the fact that I speak no French, not because of it. (In fact, it downright annoys some to have to speak English.) --Speaking English in addition to French is a matter of attaining a proper education. It has been explained to me by several people that the francophone have resentment for going to a poor school or for having not done well in school to be truly bilingual. --Quebec has its own sense of regional pride. The Qubcoise express disdain for the United States, as well as other Canadian province, especially Ontario. And also the from-France French. --Quebec has its own laws (including those enforced by language police), customs, music, cuisine etc, etc. --Virtually no one can tell you how many states are in the US or how many provinces are in Canada. No one cares. --Monday, one day shy of three weeks in Montreal, I officially lost my tourist-aura; three people asked me for directions. As such, my stories as a visitor are much less potent. So what about the fucking lay report?!? Onward Im at this street festival called FrancoFolies. Its a huge free event that features seven stages of francophone musicians. Very diverse crowd. Very crowded. Very loud. Im watching this French hip-hop group end their set. I pass behind the stage (its in the street) to avoid the crowd at the front and make my way to a different area. I notice that there are actually young teenage girls with little autograph books waiting. A few meters away there is a really cute blonde standing alone at the side of the stage. Average height, average attire, fit body, but her face is really super beautiful. I notice she has a laminate around her neck. Hey are you waiting to get an autograph? Are you a groupie? She misunderstands. Shes telling me to go behind the stage if I want an autograph. I drop the thread. Hey whats this for? I grab her laminate. Whats your role in all this? She tells me to speak French. I tell her that

its International English Day and everyone worldwide is speaking English today and she can go back to French tomorrow. You know how Mystery says that the most important state to be in is talkative? And Juggler says that you have to be willing to carry 90% of the conversation in the beginning? Well, its not always the case. But with the francophone, I think its mostly necessaryand I just keep talking. Im telling her how much I like the city and how nice everyone is and how its so nice to have stumbled upon this festival and how I need a tour guide and a French teacher. Finally she asks where I am from. Finally she tells me that she works for the record label that handles the rap group that we just saw. So you do know some English, you bad girl. She tells me that she has to go meet someone at another stage. Im like, Cool. What band? Are they any good? Ill go with you. What a beautiful night Blah blah blah We walk to the other stage. She asks my name and we shake hands. I tell her to spin and shes reluctant. I tell her to lighten up and smile. HB: Look, Ill hang out with you. But this isnt going to go where you want it to go. I have a boyfriend. GS: Cool. Dont make assumptions. Im just here to smile and laugh and enjoy the moment. Thats it. Be nice and Ill treat you to the captivating company of a perfect stranger. Hey, you going to the fireworks competition? I was about to go to the Old Port HB: I know a better spot. Well have to take the Metro though. GS: Okay, but if we miss the fireworks, Ill be so disappointed and Ill go find a new best friend. Hey, whats fireworks in French? Honestly, at this point, I think its a loss. Shes really standoffish with her arms crossed and such. I figured we would separate once we got to the vicinity of the fireworks, where I wanted to mingle anyway. But I still get this oh-so-slight vibe of interest even though her demeanor changes not at all. Damn shes cute. And this poker face is so alluring. And she asks me if I have ever had a Queque de Castor (Beavers Tail). Its a flat deep-fiend pastry topped with cinnamon and lemon juice (or other confections). I have not had one, but they have been recommended to me. She tells me that she is addicted to them. So we stop walking and I thought she was going to order one and give me a bite. But she orders two. Cool. I thank her for being such a sweetie and I give her a big hug. We eat our snack and head to the Metro. On the train, I just keep conversation light and playful and I continue smiling at her. I ask her words in French, which gives her a chance to correct me and make fun of me. We get to Papineau and it looks like everyone knows about your secret spot. The sortie for the station is so densely packed with everyone coming to watch the last night of the Fireworks Competition. I extend my hand to her. She shakes her head and says, No. I grab her hand and lean in and say, So we dont get separated. Im holding her hand and I initiate a little light finger rubbing. It is not returned. But she continues to hold my hand after we are out of the crowd. The whole area is chockablock. I casually let her hand fall.

We sit and chat a little. Shes frustrated that I cant speak any French. The fireworks begin and the crowd falls silent. Its a half hour show. At one point I take her hand and put it on my knee. She pulls it away, Why is it so important to you? I say, Because its fun and it makes you feel good. This isnt going anywhere, so we might as well be close for the few minutes that we are together. Just pretend. I take her hand again and give her a big grin. I hold her hand between both of mine. I look to the sky, not at her. The show is amazing. I start, ever so lightly, rubbing my finger in circles across her hand. Slowly building in pressure and variance. When I stop--what do you know--shes ever-so-lightly rubbing my hand. After the show, I spin her and hug her and thank her for showing me such a wonderful spot. We walk to a Depanneur to get some water. What next? I ask if she wants to get a beer or a coffee. She says she just wants to sit and talk. Its Saturday night and people are everywhere and she wants to get out of the crowd. I ask if she knows of a little park. We walk to one she knows of and it is blocked off for the night. I lead her to this concrete railing big enough for us to sit upon. Oh yeah, right before this, there was another point where I almost walked away: HB: Dont touch me. I told you I have a boyfriend. GS: Sure, okay. I only have a couple days to enjoy the excitement and energy of this city. You seem pretty cool and Id like for you to just relax and show a little enthusiasm in these moments that we have together. There is nothing that I expect from you except that we just show each other mutual respect and, you know, smile and laugh. Like this! HB: I dont really care. I could be all like this flirty tour guide of yours and say Look at this! Look at this! but I dont feel like it. I dont feel comfortable with you. GS: No problem. Im sure you are tired, we can talk, or maybe I should go off and find someone with a littler more enthusiasm and energy. I rather enjoy your company and your perspective on things, but Im only here a couple more daysmaybe we can do something tomorrow. Do you have email? HB: This isnt fun anymore. I have to go. GS: Sure, lets just sit down and talk for a minute So we sit on the concrete railing and talk. I tell her that she seems a lot different than me and that we butt heads too much. Bu if we had like a whole day to just focus on getting to know each other wed be the kind of people who align their energies and just get each other and wed be best friends. Hey let me show you this cool visualization exercise. Once I tell you the secret it will be something youll want to share with all your friends. Most of all it will let me know of you are the kind of person Id really enjoy spending time with So I introduce her to The Cube. Spot on. I love when youre with a woman and you can see the transformation taking place. Like the walls, the barriers are just melting away. Shes laughing more, she more open and expressive, shes more receptive to touch. I love that. So we continue talking and I ask some fun questions. Shes comfortable holding my hand. I feel

its time to kiss her. I go in and it is eagerly accepted. Devoured. Suddenly things are comfortable and fun. I spin her and tickle her and we kiss some more. We talk about getting a drink or bungee jumping off the Olympic Stadium. We walk hand in hand. Its midnight and the Metro will close soon. I find out that she can drive and that she has a car (kinda rare here). So I say, for us to hang out, we either have to get my car and drive downtown or go get your car and drive downtown. Or well be stuck until the subway opens in the morning. We look at the Metro map and decide to get my car. We sit outside the Metro and hold each other and chat. Shes close but shes still telling me how she has a boyfriend and she lives with him and she cant do anything with me and she knows she is passing up an opportunity. I just smile and nod. She goes on to tell me that she wishes it didnt have to be that wayshe wishes that we didnt have to be so exclusive and monogamous. I say It doesnt have to be that way; you just ended up with someone whos not me. I would have so much to teach someone as open and adventurous as you. It really is too bad I cant let this happen. (Notice that I act as if it is not going to happen for my reasons.) So I talk about how I screen women for good energy and intelligence and high self esteem with The Cube and questions that I ask. I talk about how for the right woman, I provide fairytale romance. I put her on a pedestal and treat her like a queen. I tell her that even if out time together is short, she will be adored and fulfilled beyond her dreams. She tells me that she knows she is missing something, but she just cant. Okay. She tells me that her relationship with her boyfriend was open and rewarding long ago, but now they are in a lease together and hes the jealous type, etc. She also tells me that she has been with women and I ask her what she finds sexy about women. I tell her that there is someone she has to meet. I tell her about this gorgeous and passionate woman that will just love her. And even though I will be gone and never get to see this, I will put them in touch because I know they will enjoy each other. Im trying to get her to accept the idea of cheatingjust not with me. (Another womanthat doesnt count, right?) I borrow her phone and call HBcafe. GS: Hey sweetheart, I have someone Id like you to meet HB: Is it a girl? GS: Mmmhmmmand shes absolutely adorable. I could just eat her up shes so gorgeous. You will like her. Shes so breathtaking and passionate and shes an amazing kisser. Anyway, Im stroking HBfrancofolies face and kissing her while I talk to HBcafe. She tells me that she is already drinking, is going to get hammered, and cant meet us. But she tells me to have fun and come see her one last time on Sunday. I agree. Meanwhile, HBfrancofolies reminds me that we have to rush and catch the last Metro. Okay. So there was a minute of deliberation and she talked herself out of going to my station to get my vehicle. Okay, Ill come with you. Theres still hesitation. Well go get your car and drive back downtown and have a drink. All in casual fun. Dont you have a CD that you want to give me?

So we get to her place. Nice loft apartment, kinda messy. She gives me about ten promo CDs. We kiss a few times and share a Corona. She plays some music and shows me the hammock on her terrace. When I try to take things beyond kissing, she says, No. I told you it wasnt going to happen. I have to drive you home now. Okay cool, what do you want to listen to on the ride? Pick out a good CD. I know it seems like I got rejected. But somehow Im thinkingshe just doesnt want it here; its his place too when we get to my wheel estate, I have home-court advantage. Its ON. So we drive across the city. Were just talking about music and travel and such. I have her park next to the van. I hop out and pull my computer out of the van and I tell her I am going to show her some pictures. I show her a few shots outside the van, and then, noticing that it is lightly raining, I invite her to come into the van. Of course she thinks it is cozy. She divulges that for like a year she crashed at the apartments of different friends while all her belongings were kept in her car. A little different than my story, but relative. I like her openness now. So I show her a few pictures and close the computer with some Bonobo running. I pull her close and we proceed to make out. She reminds me that she cant do anything even though she really wants to. She says I am cute and that she knows it would be really amazing. Okay, cool. Now is the time that I break into sensual talk. Seemed wise to save it until I could get her close and in isolation. Were lying down with our limbs intertwined. Im whispering in her ear. Themes of sensuality and desire and arousal. I describe how aroused I know that I have her and how I can tell she is wet without touching her. Were kissing and caressing each other and Im not blocked reaching into her jeans. Of course she is soaked and I tell her so. She reminds me of the boyfriend one more time. I say, At this point there are only two options, either you leave him for more fulfilling options or you allow yourself this intense, passionate, juicy secret that youll remember and cherish for the rest of your life. I slide my finger deep inside her and whisper, I want to taste you Do you have a condom? This was actually unexpected. I said, Of courseI wouldnt have you any other waybut, right now, I just want to taste you. So we rip each others clothes off and I tease her while she is literally begging for cock. I want you in meI want you in menow She says, Dont you leave a trace of this on me. And it was wild. Very intense, thrashing about kind of sex. She was quite verbal and obscene, which I like. This is so fucking amazingI love the way you fuck me alternating with a few French expressions. When we were done, she dressed, then drove away with this devilish grin.

Montreal: LR: Flipping the Sexual Script (Part 1)

Part 1 (posted 8/15/05) This is the story of HBfashiondesign. Its an interesting tale that involves a foolish misinterpretation, dramatic lets-just-befriending, and larger-than-life frame control. And in the end, I get the girlwrapped around my finger. Overall, the dominant theme and key to this lay is reframing. Note: This LR is dense with actual email correspondence from HBfashiondesign. Day 1 I met her on July 19th at Club Loft. For some reason this club has a huge draw on Tuesdays. Mostly what I remember about the place is that it was the hottest club I had ever been to (temperature-wise) with no AC and I was absolutely drenched with sweat. Like everyone else in the place. There was a rooftop terrace and a huge line of people waiting to get to the top. The other thing that I remember is that my game was going nowhere in the lower level. Loud, bad music, way too hot. Very francophone crowd that would sooner walk away than even attempt to speak English with me. So I get in line to go to the terrace where it will be cooler and quieter and hopefully communication will go further. She was in a group consisting of three other women. All were remarkably attractive. They had their own table and a pitcher of beer. They looked like a group of close friends happily making their own fun. I pull up a chair and join them at their table. Theyre shocked. I immediately start talking about my impression of the club and of Montreal. I get the where are you from stuff out of the way and I tell them that Ive been given my own Canadian province to populate. Then I start a future-projection role-playing scenario in which I tell them the positions that I need filled and we help each other determine whos right for each. So the girl who knows the most about the city is my tour guide. The girl who responds the most when I ask what words are in French becomes my French teacher. The third girl is my cook. I tell her that I expect more than maple syrup, Canadian bacon, and putine and I tell her all the cuisines she must master. Ive saved my target for last. Shes not only the most beautiful, but she also has the most dominant energy of the group. We could match wits all night, for real. But largely, until now, I have been ignoring her and not acknowledging her questions and interjections while I talked with the other girls. I wanted to make them laugh and get them to be comfortable and accepting of my presence. Done. So now I have the attention of primarily my girl and the second-hottest girl. The second girl is quite flirty. My girl tells me that this one is drunk. And to not mess with her. I shake my head in agreement. I compliment my girls leadership and protective qualities. I then assign her as my

spiritual advisor and I describe how she is going to read my horoscope daily, be my motivation coach, and overwhelm me with positivism and optimism. I tell her that I need her to be open, adventurous, intelligent, and trustworthy. I quickly give her a version of the trust test, framed as screening her for trustworthiness. By now, the friends want to go dance. She wants to go with the friends. Were all standing and were directly in front of each other now. I say, It was fun messing around with your friends and sharing laughs with them, but to get to know you was the reason I came and sat down. I found you attractive, and now I see that you are more than just a pretty face. I have a feeling that if we spent time together one-on-one we would totally click and who knows how we might enhance each others lives. And I go into my cell-phone doesnt work here close. Neither of us has a pen for her to take my email. The friends claim not to have pens and they are nagging her to dance. She says, Just remember my phone number. Skeptically, I tell her that there is no way Im going to remember it, but I will try because I know that she will benefit so much by hanging out with me again. They head off downstairs. I find someone with a pen and write down the number Ive been repeating. Funny thing, I did actually memorize the number. Of all the girls I dealt with in Montreal, this is the only number I had memorized, and its still stuck in my head. Sneaky girl. So the next day, I call her from the Marriott and leave a message telling her that Im easier to keep in touch with by email and I leave my email address. I wait two days before I call again, as she has not written. I return to the Marriott (found a phone I use to make free local calls) and I call the number and my girls not there, but I get her roommate on the phone. This is intense. The roommate sounds hella cute. And shes working as an intern designing underwear! How fun. I kept talking to the roommate and I was playing heavy on themes of once in a lifetime opportunities and seizing the moment, etc, etc. Im trying to get this girl to come out and meet me that night, blind-date style. I tell a story of perfect lovers who leave things up to fate to meet again and when they finally do, they dont recognize each other. Were given one chance and that we have to take advantage, NOW. Isnt it excitingcome meet me. Anyway, she lives so far away, etc etc. I get her to agree to meet me the next day after work. Man, this girl sounded so sweet. Two nineteen year old roommates. What am I to do? Im thinking that, if nothing else, I have introduced a little competition. And what do you know, that night the initial girl sends me an email. So, it looks like she did get the earlier message after all when I left my email address. Here it is: I heard you met [my roommate] tonight. It's really strange that you connected with her as well. I can understand though because she's pretty much at the same level as I am. I must warn you though.I'm not afraid of people, not even of you. I must admit that we don't meet a lot of people of your kind. So, like I said the night we met, I trust people, I trust you, but if you mess with me or [my roommate], I will be so mad you can't imagine. Take care of her, don't mess with her.....I love her. I'm sorry to tell you that so early, but I want to be clear. My friends didn't see right through you that night and they told me to be carefulso as I like my friends and myself, I will be on my guard just a little bit. I have no problem meeting you...as long as youre polite, friendly

and deep. I'm not in a really good place right now, so maybe that's why we connected. You see, I felt what you had to give me, and if you can help me just to let go....that would be great. I wont tell you more because I'm tired, like always, and I need to get some rest. I work tomorrow till 10 pm, and then, as soon as Im finished, I will be getting home where you can call me. I will probably be there around 11 pm or 11.30 pm. So call me if you're interested. By the way, I'm pretty impressed that you remembered my phone numberreally impressed! Sothey were talking about me. Interest now seems high with both. The email is pretty revealing. The next day, Friday, was my triple-lay day (LRx3: Trois beautes en une seule journe), which took some careful orchestrating, so I flaked on meeting the roommate. That night I call and I get the original girl on the phone. Check this outit turns out that they were BOTH at the meeting spot, set to see me. Hmmm. Well, I keep chatting with this girl and we set up a time to meet the next night. But again, we set up a time and place that I would be meeting them BOTH. Interesting. Well, Im an asshole. I flake AGAIN. I actually tried to make it, but I was driving downtown on a Saturday night and I never anticipated so much traffic. I did show up, but I was like forty minutes late. Didnt see them, although there is some confusion as to whether we even came to the same spot. Oh well. I go off and do my thing-thing, and when I check my email in the morning, I read this: You poor guy, you missed us twice in two days...fate is against you. Ok, its 2:06 in the morning...we are at the Marriot hotel, we are waiting down stairs. I hope you get the message tonight. We need your last name to get to your room. Leave us your room number so we can get in touch. Are you thinking what Im thinking? What might have happened if I had gotten this email? Why are they BOTH so determined to meet? (Its funny that they assume I stay at the Marriott because I call from there.) How were they able to send an email from the hotel? What did they do between the time we were set to meet and 2am? How long did they wait in the hotel lobby for me? How can I turn this around after flaking TWICE? Whats next? Bon moment. Aime la vie. GoneSavage posted by lcf1976 at Tuesday, November 29, 2005