A lot of things happened since my last post. Let the story start:
Friday I went at a karaoke bar with some girls I knew. I didn’t want to pick them up as they were friends … just to chill and socialize. I had a lot of fun singing with the girls and everybody applauded after I improvised a dance with HBcute. We danced so hot, body movement and all that everybody had their eyes on us (flash game yet again).
I had a lot of comfort with the girls and had a lot of fun and then it happened:
- my best (girl) friend left (leaving me with 7 girls)
- most of the girls left
- I remained with HBerotic_masseuze
She was taller than me, she fucked playboy photographers and she was on coke. Never had one of those ;-). I didn’t want anything with her but after she bought us drinks (and got me drunk) she asked what do I have to drink (at home). I told her french wine and we got to my place. She was unfuckable as she was on the verge of vomiting on my place (why the fuck did I get her here! <– because I was drunk too!!!). We slept naked and I woke up the next morning doing my usual exercise, eating and working. She didn’t wake up …
…
until 16 p.m. when I finally got rid of her.
Saturday I got together with some friends and played poker while drinking good wine. 3 girls called me at 01 asking me at what club I was (this same day I noticed 3 OTHER girls having pictures with me on their profile … wtf?). My HBerotic_masseuze SMSed me at 2 o’clock telling me she was watching porn and wanted to go clubbing 😉 omigod! omigod! I hope she’s not a stoker!
Sunday I went lasertag with some friends and bit little kids to death! (at points) After that I receive 2 other texts from HBerotic_masseuze asking where I was and what I was doing (she’s a stoker => don’t respond).
What else happened in my life? Here’s the rundown:
I got a dare to fuck a girl on these songs (a song about kids and the national hymn):
Mission completed 2 nights after! I got audio and I dared the guy back to fuck on looney tunes. I guess I can wait a lifetime for that to happen. Now we’re thinking of having a club mix with my audio 😉
I arrived at a stage where I now realize I don’t need any more materials. I need to get my sticking points done and read specifics. I need to develop that part of me that’s not quite natural (C&F mainly + inuendos). My new roadmap version will help with that.
Flake recovery technique with short day game: I understand that the reason girls don’t meet with me is that after 3 days they forget those 3-5 minutes in which I number closed them. I should get their chat id on the phone and in case they don’t meet (or flake) to send them a (DHV) movie I made asking for their opinion about it. That way they’ll remember me, they’ll know something about myself and I can recover easily from that.
Another good flake recovery technique: after 5 days you sms her by mistake (my previously posted DHV sms in which you invite another girl at a party to meet a nigga’ from another country). You wait 2 hours in case she answers and then you call her, tell her it’s by mistake, “by the way” + comfort story + SOI “I like that we can talk about so many intimate things at the phone.” + get chat id (in case you don’t have it) or set a date (social date).
Here’s a 3rd successful flake recovery technique (this recovered an HB9 I’ve met a year ago). I delete numbers after 3rd try but I dare myself to get some HB9+ back after a while. It also recovered a girl with which I talked for 5 minutes and then flaked (she had a bf at that time). So here goes: after 2 tries to get a date you SMS her “I’m glad I’ve met you but I’m not the insistent type. I loved your feminine presence for those full … 5 … minutes ;-). Au’revoir cheri!“. Basically you SOI her and then you renounce her. This demonstrates non-needyness. Then you use my other 2 techniques to get her again (When I phone her, I usually say that I don’t like girls that flaked and she should’ve apologized. She usually excuses herself so I SOI her for having the guts to do that and I get the convo going).
A good sms I texted to girls I didn’t call for some time (got good response rate): “Right now I’m dancin’ in the rain and I thought to share my joy 😉 (big fkin’ smile).” It contains emotions and an edge element.
And here’s another FR: Prince Charming gone bad:
Last Friday I fucked in front of the club … and I k-closed 2 of the girl’s roommates. Now I’ve met one of them and here’s the exclusive story:
We planned for hot chocolate but before we met I phoned her that I was at the marked and was buying wine. She asked me if we were going for the chocolate but I rushed her and closed the phone. I meet her in the front of the marked and she asks me where are we going. I tell her it’s at chez’Angelsin. She asks why the wine. I tell her that we’re celebrating: Angelsin beat all of his friends at lasertag! I also frame this as my usual date: never the hot chocolate at a bar, always fun and interesting.
She tries to enter comfort with me (because I had too much A2 and probably because I fucked one of her roommates). I entered the prince charming frame: the prince, the princess, deep questions, leave the moment (nlp). She wants even more comfort! She also told me she’s on her period (hehe, good one girls!). I qualified her in the perfect moments, made her massage me … licked her breasts etc etc.
I was told 5 times that she wanted to be just friends (while I kissed her) 😉 I love the “yes we should” strategy ;-). Because of too much A2 she didn’t want to be swept of her feet so I hugged her deeply. GOT IT! MAXIMUM IMPACT! The only problem: she was falling in love! I didn’t want to pursue this so I wanted to experiment something new. So when we left I had stopped the rapport, completely: I’m not the guy that receives a no. She came to me trying to get an emotional reaction. I told her I’m deleting her number and she will have to decide, I’m doing something I’ve never done in my life: I’ll let her decide, she knows what she wants, what she can get … but it’s her choice. (Of corse I didn’t delete her number, only put a DUNNO_ in front of it). I threw her on a door at a closed store and kissed her there before we left (the prince and the princess). It was a life story.
Recent Comments