Archive for August, 2011

date & lay with the Humiliatrix

Posted: August 26, 2011 in dates, lays

So Humiliatrix came through, took the train about 40 minutes to see me.  I got nervous that she was totally blowing me off because she texts me “Hey! Are you down because it’s a 40 minute train ride and my roomate made chicken”.  Mind you, I already set the date up on like Sunday night or something.  So I was really getting pissed because I thought she wouldn’t show.  She texts me at 7:30 saying she finished eating and is on her way.  At around 8:45, I get a call from her because she’s lost.  So I walk over and meet her at the train station. 

The first thing I notice is that she’s shorter than what I remembered, fucking heels.  But she’s cute though.  The first thing I guess we talk about is that she thought I was YOUNGER than her (24), and didn’t believe I was 30 at all.  I guess that’s why I’ve started doing nightgame at the younger places and always had a hunch that I’d do well there.  Anyway, we go straight to my house, under the premise of me texting her “I’ve got a suprise!” I sent her a text of a bar near my place earlier, but I just don’t even bother going there. 

She walks in, and I reveal my suprise: vodka and limes.  The night I met her, she wanted to do body shots.  And she texted me another day about them.  So I figured we could do them at my place.  So I make a bowl of sugar and we head into my room.  At first, she wouldn’t even sit down, but she got warmer afterwards.  The first 20-30 minutes was pretty dicey because she knew what was up, but I just kept being sarcastic, cracking jokes, and eventually she relaxed.  We do body shots and she really licks the sugar all over my neck, getting me all worked up.  I return the favor.  I give her a little peck on the lips and I’m getting a little resistance to go further.  She wants to change into some of my pajama pants so I give her a pair and put on my own pair as well.  A few more shots.  All during this time, she’s giving me shit about my musical taste, the date itself, how I just want to fuck her, etc etc.  At some point, I did say, “yea, you wouldn’t be here if I didn’t think you were sexy”.  Anyway, we’re laying on the bed and she’s pushing me to tell her more stuff about me because I do think at that point, she was thinking about having sex with me but just wanted to know who I am.  So I oblige and open up and she opens up in return.  There’s probably another kiss attempt made here, rejection.  We’re laying down, giving each other eye contact, silence. 

We plan on going to a bar because she wanted to go on an ‘adventure’.  Then she wants to talk about spirituality and shit and we argue about that for awhile.  She gets all mad because I don’t agree with her and at this point, I’m getting annoyed.  But we’re still kind of grabbing each other and stuff, I pick her up and kiss her a bit while I take her to the bathroom.  We leave and she gets on the phone for 10 minutes to check her voicemail in the hallway.  Then she forgets her keys and I tell her she’s annoying me.

We finally start walking to the bar and she’s still giving me shit about spirituality and my lack of it.  Whatever.  And as we sit down, she gets all apologetic about it thinking that she somehow wants to impose her views on me.  FINALLY, I found one commonality that we had: we both enjoy “Breaking Bad” so we plan on going back to my place to see it.  She gets all excited.  All of the physicality at this point is from her to me, her legs on my lap, her kissing my neck, her kissing me. 

We’re walking back and I’m rapping the song that was just on in the bar and she starts insulting me about that.  We’re both drunk at this point.  And when you’re drunk, you buy stupid shit.  So we go to the deli near my place and buy a fucking pineapple because she wanted one.  And I wanted a black&mild cigar.  We walk into my place and she starts cutting the pineapple and asks for my help.  Then she starts taking her clothes off right in my living room.  She goes and jumps in my bed and I come in still smoking my black & mild.  She takes a few drags and then she’s just kind of laying there.  I get on top, start talking dirty, grab a condom, and I’m finally in after all of that BS.  She’s actually a pretty decent fuck, I’m going to try and keep this one around.  She leaves the next morning, right when I leave before work.  Thank goodness for alarm clocks, because I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to make it to work today.

Weekend review part II

Posted: August 26, 2011 in Field Reports

So after I leave humiliatrix, I do a couple of approaches.  I walk downstairs near the bar and spot this young girl wearing a white shirt.  I tell kickbomber I could probably get it and then just go in.  Instantly, she’s all over me, hugging me, etc.  She says that she’s in the peace corp and leaving in March so she’s already talking about future plans.  Her friends are just standing there and end up leaving.  I take her all the way up to the fourth floor hiphop room and we dance a bit.  We go sit down for awhile and I start joking about her making me breakfast.  She accepts it but her friend is texting her shit like “are you ok? I hope he’s nice” and I just make a joke out of it.  So I tell her to text her friend back..forgot what I said but it’s like “Hi, this is 2track, she’s going home with me tonight”.  Her friend texts back “lol, yea right she’s going home with me, meet me by the sofa”. 

A key point happened in that I tried to put in some sexual innuendo and she says something like, “I don’t believe in sex before marriage!” I just start laughing and acting like I was going to walk away.   But we still sit there, and she’s agreeing to make me breakfast but then thoughts about her friend keep coming up.  I just keep pushing the issue and I could see she was really considering it. 

We go back downstairs and go outside so I could find a cigarette to smoke.  Her friends then come outside and I get introduced to the girl I was texting with.  I’m still planting the thought of her leaving, but I was much cooler about it.  I switch gears a bit, trying to convince the whole group to go to another bar and they agree.  kickbomber comes out and at this point, it looks like she’s going to leave with her friends.  But her and the potential cockblocker have a 20 minute conversation.  When it’s over, the friend tells me, “I’m gonna let you spend more time with my friend, take good care of her, alright?” and that was it.  We walk towards my place. 

We get in, I grab two beers and we just sit on my bed for awhile.   Of course I start making moves until some of her clothes are off.  I’ve got my pants off too.  I make a move to my drawer for a condoms and here’s where it gets interesting.

“I’ve never…done anything like this before”

In the back of my head, I was like GTFOH but honestly, she convinced me she was a virgin.  Either that or she’s a really great liar.  And I didn’t care to break her virginity at like 4am Sunday morning.  She’s very apologetic about the whole thing and I just try to put on the act that I didn’t care about it that much..but she could tell I was mad a bit.  Later on, I finger her a bit, she gives me a sloppy handjob, and was going to go down on me but started laughing the minute she put it in her mouth.  I don’t know, I found the whole thing kind of bizzare considering that she left with me at 3am and should know what’s up.   But she’s from that sort of big family and probably isn’t as experienced as most 22 year old girls.     She was telling me that it was the first time she ever left with a guy in a club.  I fall asleep around 6 and I thought she was sleeping too.  She leaves early though, like 6:30.  I think she was a bit embarrased.   She’s still texting me as of this writing but I have no idea if I want to see her again

Weekend review part I

Posted: August 23, 2011 in Field Reports

Went out with Jon on Friday night.  What can I write about? Basically nothing.  I hooked pretty much nothing at all.  I think it was because I went to this really chic bar at first and got blown out plenty.  Maybe I was psyched out the whole night? Who knows.  All I know is that we went to this other place and I can safely say that the women there were more open.  I’ve gotta try the place on a weeknight.  I hooked this one girl from Jersey City, Jon wings and gets a number, I decide it’s not worth it so pass up on my girl. 

Went out with Kickbomber saturday night.  This night went much much better.  I can’t remember the first girl I hooked but at least girls were polite about it. 

Kickbomber is with his girl after he arrives and I end up meeting up with him upstairs.   A memorable moment was that this Scottish girl was kinoing me back as I opened her up really aggressively.  She says it’s her birthday so I say something about a birthday kiss and go for it, denied.  She’s giving me the ‘go back to her friends’ thing, starts to walk away, but then comes in to kiss me.  I denied her.  Something roosh wrote inspired me.  Of course, this wasn’t the scenario he laid out about girls just saying “I gotta get back to my friends”, this had obvious sexual undertones.  But if she can’t stay and talk to me for 3 minutes, forget about it.  Similarly, I did that to most of the short term sets tonight. 

 I bet kickbomber I could go downstairs and bring somebody back up.  So I go downstairs and spot this brunette girl and she opens up really warmly.  Instant kino, small talk.  But she’s asking for a shot like immediately.  A red flag goes off in my head like ‘wtf’ but I change the subject to more rapport stuff.  She asks if I want to go upstairs so I grab her hand and we go up there.  On our way up, she’s telling me why she’s here: she was interviewing for some sort of ‘humiliatrix job’.  And she was getting text messages from some guy telling her to meet her somewhere.  I find it interesting but that’s TWO red flags in the span of five minutes but it’s still some real sexual tension going on between me and her.  She mentions the shot again as we’re upstairs near the bar, specifically bodyshots.  First off, I’m thinking “FUCK” because I don’t know how much shots are at this place.  And at the same time, I was feeling a bit used.  Anyway, as we’re waiting, she’s like

Her: You ever fuck a girl named [hername]

Me: yea

Her: I’ve fucked plenty of guys named [myname]

She’s still insisting on this ‘humiliatrix’ job she’s ‘interviewing’ for.  I think it’s just some guy she wants to meet.  I guide her to the stage with my hand and the guy is telling her to find the bouncer.  She’s standing by the stage for a good 5 minutes and I just say goodbye.  She grabs me and we kiss a little but I watch her dancing later with some other girls who basically look like DJ groupies. 

*Update: tentatively meeting her Thursday, I’m taking her straight to my house.  She mentions via text that we still have to do body shots so I’m just getting a bottle of tequila and some lime and taking it from there. 

to be continued…

This was a night of drunken debauchery.  Everything seemed so easy, no real blowouts just a few short fizzled out conversations between the three girls that hooked below.  I would have helped myself towards the end if I would have paced my drinking a bit.

First girl that opens relatively easy is this brunette girl.  I just tap her, forget what I say, but I look her straight in the eye.  This is one approach where I think eye contact made the difference because it’s like my eyes stopped her from just going right past me.  Maybe that’s why I felt so at ease last night? I don’t know.  The problem was that she was kind of drunk and wanted to dance and wouldn’t talk to me.  Another problem is that she was an absolute dork, dancing and doing mime like moves and the robot.  I asked her name and she kept ignoring me.  But she kept grabbing me too.  I was a bit confused.  I should have escalated harder because she wasn’t giving me anything verbal to work with, just physicality.  I should have gone for my standard necking thing.  She sees her friends dancing and joins them in their circle, and basically just dismisses me.

I head over to the bar area and there’s this latin girl standing next to two friends, a male and a female.  We look at each other and she opens me, looking at me really flirtatious.   We talk for a few.  I find out she’s taking a cross country trip and is stopping in ny.  At one point, she dismisses her friends and says something like “I’m with him” so I buy her a drink after that.  We go out to dance and have a dance-to-nowhere.  She disappears after that.   Again, playing it safe and should have gone for the neck.

I’m standing around and some Asian girl takes ice and puts it down my shirt.  I’m like “You’re just trying to talk to me” and she’s all like “maybe”.  I find out she’s Korean and we just talk and joke around for awhile.  I go for the kiss as we’re standing up and it’s good.  The thing is, at this point, I’m kind of drunk and forgot her name even though at one point she let me see her driver’s license.  She got pissed and I just apologized for it and made out with her some more.  Her name becomes an ongoing joke in addition to some other stuff.  We end up on the couch and she’s making out pretty passionately with me and I’m thinking “SNL, SNL”.  But things started to unravel a bit.  First off, she’s there with like four other girls.  When we were standing up, her friend came by to “check on her” and she told her that she was fine.  When we were on the couch, her friend checked up on her and then either took her bag or the bag she was looking for.  Whatever it was, it kind of killed the vibe from her being in the moment to her being all like “I’ve gotta go”.  She must have said it like 10 times in between kissing me.  She was saying it even while being on top of me kissing me and it’s like WTF.   On the couch, I think I reveal myself a little too much.  Mark Manson talks about vulnerability a lot and I was just telling her that I’m kinda sick of random hookups and I’m looking for a connection.  She actually says something like “I can tell you do this alot” or something of that sort.  Then, for whatever reason, I tell her that my last girlfriend was Japanese.  This kind of kills the vibe additionally for me because I could see how her body language reacted to that, even though I was drunk.   So vulnerability…a good thing but it just has to be used correctly.    We get into some argument about something..fuck I don’t remember.  And she starts slapping me and I’m just laughing at it and telling her to do it again.  Then we start kissing again.  Finally, one of her friends is all like “We’re leaving, are you staying?” and she’s like “No, I’m going”.  It’s like 3am at this point.

I do another set and this girl is being sort of an attention whore when her friends get there and they start dancing on the couches.   Oh well

I’m walking and hear this conversation going on where this girl gets hung up on.  So I neg her a little bit and we walk and laugh about it together.  This girl was like a PUA because everything I asked her, I had to “guess” the answer.  Eventually, she knows a little about me and vice versa and I go for the pull to a bar near my place.  No-go, it’s raining out and she wants to go home.  I get the number but she walks off all quickly so I don’t think I’ll follow up with it