I’d just like to check-in briefly to keep you all abreast of what I’ve been up to.
Almost every day I consider the fact that I was more carefree and had more fun with women before my new job. It’s an existential crisis but I knew going in that it would be this way, and I decided before (and stand by the decision) that I will commit at least a year to it.
So I probably won’t reach my goal of 20 new notches this year.
For those of you keeping score at home, right now I have zero.
I keep getting close, though.
Breakdown of Last Week
On Monday I had drinks with an Asian girl I met at a bar almost two years ago. I took a shot in the dark and texted her a few weeks ago as I was clearing numbers out of my phone, and she seemed receptive. We made plans and met up.
She had definitely gained weight since I saw her last. She was just on the border of bangability, but she still has a cuteness about her, plus the obvious big boobs and fairly well-shaped (but large) ass. Which I’m not opposed to. Nonetheless, she’s earned the moniker Big Asian.
We had a good time and I worked the logistics well to end up back at my place. I really ignored comfort game, though. Since then I’ve been reading the Mystery Method this week; it has been extremely enlightening. If you’ve never sat down and read the book, PICK IT UP (no pun intended… well okay that was intended) and go through it. I’ll write more about it when I’m done with the whole thing.
Anyway, I was basically nonstop cocky the whole night, which didn’t give her the comfort and security to feel she was more than a simple pump n’ dump. So I faced a lot of Last-Minute Resistance when we were alone at my place. She rubbed my cock outside my pants a lot, but every time I tried to pull her clothes off, she balked. Maybe because she is self-conscious about her prodigious gain of weight.
The funniest part was that as she was leaving, I leaned back against my door and pulled her into me. She made a comment about how “that” (looking down toward my cock) was making her so “… mmmm.” I took the opportunity to rub it in her face– figuratively (and soon after, literally)– by talking dirty to her about how she loves my hard cock.
Then– this makes me laugh– I took more of a normal tone and nonchalantly asked if she wanted to see my cock before she left. She obliged, so I whipped it out. She got down on her knees and sucked it. Sweet, I thought. Then, about 10 seconds later, she abruptly stopped and said that was it for the night.
And out the door she went.
I prefer not to masturbate these days, but sometimes your hands are tied.
Friday night my date canceled because of working late. It’s really frustrating that women are acting all ambitious trying to have careers up in here. But I’ve come up with a perfect compromise: After age 30, women are completely equal and should strive to contribute to society and have successful masculine-style careers. But until age 30, women should be sweet feminine housewives pumping out babies. I think we all win in this scenario.
Yeah, I’m going Henry Clay up in this bitch.
But I was not dissuaded. I met up with a friend downtown (yes, literally downtown LA, or as I like to call it, “a crackhead’s wet dream”) and we hit the bars.
I ran some smooth game despite the cramped, crowded surroundings. I locked eyes with an exotic-looking girl sitting near the bar. Later I’d notice she was a little more full-bodied than I’d initially thought. She reminded me somewhat of April from Eastbound & Down.
She looks a LOT like that, actually.
She was sitting at a divider between the bar and the pool table, so she was in prime position for me to start a conversation while intermittently showing off my fly 8-ball skills. I made one amazing shot in particular that she wasn’t there for, but got everyone around to gasp.
I told her about it when she got back, saying “If you saw it, we’d be in the bathroom making out right now.” She smiled.
I got her number as we were getting ready to go. Then I finally said, “Okay I’m leaving.” She gave me a pouty sad face (great sign, right?), so I said “Aw…” then leaned in and gave her a kiss. She looked shocked and excited. “I had to take that frown off your face…”
I smirked at her and left.
As we walked outside, I explained to my protege/wingman that it had been essentially a perfect set. One factor I used to judge this was the fact that I never told her my name or what I did for a living, even though she had asked at one point. She did hear my name from my friend just before we left, but I still won aloof points for it.
I fully expected her to be chasing me after this, and I didn’t intend to text her until I heard from her.
Right on cue, about 2 hours later, I got a text from her saying, “Nice meeting you… i hope you’re always as charming as you were tonight “
Met some other girls at the next bar, but everything tapered off. I danced with a HOT chick from Utah who was leaving in the morning, but she said her flight was too early and she was going straight home to bed. I hugged her, then leaned back in for a kiss and she got scared. “No, no…” I think she was Mormon or something.
Then I went to a weird-ass goth party that my friend brought me to. He lives downtown and hangs with these creepy artsy types all the time.
The party in a nutshell:
A chick (who is supposedly a well-known goth model) peed in a dude’s mouth and everyone took video with their iPhones. He willingly laid down in a bathtub for this monstrosity. He’s a disgrace to mankind.
Also, one of the only chicks who seemed interested in me ended up being a transsexual. As my friend was leaving, I asked him what the deal was with her, because she seemed into me… He said, “She has a dick, dude!”
So I said, “Yeah but I thought you’ve made out with her…”
He nodded. “Yeah… I have…”
And with that, he headed off in the deep, dark night.
Paradise by the dashboard light.
On Saturday I finally met up with Tiny Asian, the girl I fingered in my car the night I met her at a bar.
We had a good date, but again, I played it with a lot of attraction and no comfort. It was going well and she was clearly attracted to me, but she started shit-testing me a LOT for congruency.
She even asked me if I’d read The Game and Tucker Max, because I kept giving her “backhanded compliments.” I lied and just said no.
Everything was still okay, but I pulled a stupid move.
I wanted to bring her back to my place, but I always get nervous making the transition move. So we were sitting in my car after leaving our second venue, and I mentioned I was a musician, and I had a bunch of guitars at home. She sounded into it, so I told her I was going to show her something, and started driving.
We got back to my garage, and she was like “What the fuck are we doing?”
I freaked and second-guessed myself a little, and stammered, “You said you wanted to see my guitars.”
She says, “I never said that.”
So I say, “Okay well, we’ll just go upstairs for a couple minutes and I’ll play some music for you. It’ll be cool.”
We got upstairs and hung out for a bit, but the shit-testing amped up even more. We still made out a good amount, but she had a huge anti-slut wall up, and even though I had already fingered her the night I met her, she tried to pretend she was chaste.
I knew the real reason, though.
I broke the flow and my Game wasn’t up to par.
Shit happens… that’s why I have an Abundance Mentality.
I’ve failed with more girls this month than most guys will fail with their whole lives.
But you gotta pay to play.
Then on Sunday, like a phoenix risen from the ashes, I had an awesome date with a girl I took an improv class with (but not the super-hot one from my most recent class). This girl is also cute, though. I first wrote about her here (she’s Ditzy).
It was probably the best date I’ve been on in a while. We had a fairly standard drink at a bar in West Hollywood, but then we started walking along the Sunset Strip. Eventually, we started going into different hotels (they’re all really cool over there) and walking around the lobbies and the lounges like we were staying there.
It was a perfect date… it was like a fantasy escape, and it felt like we were on vacation together in a faraway place. We had great conversation, and I was totally in the zone.
It was more comfort than attraction, I’d say, but the attraction was there too. It was a good balance.
The point where she got really attracted was when I told her the stories of the married chick from the airport I kissed, and Facebook Girl, who created drama with my friend a few months back.
I told the stories in a non-bragging way, just funny things that had happened to me, but she started going on about how I’m a ladies’ man and I remind her of Hank Moody (from Californication).
After that she started touching me playfully while she talked and the kino rose. I wanted to kiss her right there in the hotel lounge we were sitting in, but her purse was between us and it didn’t feel natural. It was too much of a physical stretch.
So I waited until we got back to the valet at the original bar we started at. As my car pulled up, I hugged her goodnight. I started to pull back but then stopped, looked at her, and leaned in for the kiss.
I pulled back after the first touch of our lips. Her eyes grew wide and sparkled. It was like she was shocked in a great way. Then I held her and kissed her for a few more moments, before climbing into my newly-dented car (I had just hit someone in my tiny parking garage on my way out to the date).
I don’t think she noticed, though.
The next night she texted me. “Hey! I had a lot of fun with you last night.”
I didn’t respond that night.
The next afternoon I figured I would suggest some weekend plans and keep the momentum going. “Me too. ill take you by [redacted] this weekend. whats your sched like”
She didn’t get back to me for two days. Finally today she said, “I’m free sunday afternoon”
I haven’t responded yet.
I might flake on her…
I think I made myself a little too available this time.