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September 19th, 2017
Handsome's Story Part II: Noon
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March 8 2011

I headed out pretty beat from the day and the night before. I was feeling good but just fucking tired, my nap attempt had failed so I was in a much more chill, laid back and relaxed state. After a brief pregame, we hit a more upper scale club in the city and started chatting to girls. I think I only opened a few sets in the night.

The first girl was a simple transition from a situational opener. I pulled her in and whispered whatever bullshit I was rambling about into her ear. She kind of shied away but when I released her she came back and just looked at me. After a few more episodes of this I concluded she was just hammered and left her with some chode.

The second girl I opened was the girl I pulled. I was chilling near the top of the stairs and she was just about to go down… except I was there.

Handsome: (grabs arm) Hey, you’re cute

I pull her in for a quick kiss on the lips and after we start chatting. I’m talking more man to woman and thinking about the pull later, something Paris Boum Boum mentioned to me as feedback to start pulling more girls. The conversation was actually pretty mundane.

Handsome: You’re cute
BlondeGirl: Haha, thanks
Handsome: This is only my third time here
BlondeGirl: I know we just discovered this place, it’s nice, I like it, (blah blah blah)
Handsome: Who are you here with?
BlondeGirl: (blah blah blah)
Handsome: What are you doing after?
BlondeGirl: (blah blah blah)
Handsome: I’m actually pretty tired, I didn’t even plan on coming out, I just wanted to relax and watch a movie
BlondeGirl: Ohh I know, we’ve been here for like two hours and I came from two parties before that
Handsome: Wow, you must be ready to relax soon

Yea… I’m not too subtle here. I give her my number after she says she has to meet with her friends. Right before she leaves I grab her and pull her in.

Handsome: Text me right now so I have your number, I’m not losing you
BlondeGirl: Ok (blah blah blah) [she was a talker…]
Handsome: We’re finding each other at the end of the night

She departs and I meet with my friends, have a few drinks and open a set beside me with some cute girls. The interaction is fun and friendly, not aggressive. I’m lacking some intent but I’m mostly just chatting for the fun of it. It goes well, I fuck up her name, we both laugh, could see her out again, I don’t know.

I get a text from BlondeGirl who’s looking for me. I find her, grab her by the arm and tell her we’re leaving. I walk her outside but she has to grab her coat so I take her to the coat check line, cut to the front and get her coat. On the way out one of her guy friends stops her to talk. I pull my phone out and just chill while she talks him down or deals with whatever she has to.

Pull her into the cab, into the house, into my bedroom, onto the bed and the clothes start coming off…

***

BlondeGirl: Wow

We relax in bed while the computer plays some chill out music. I look at the clock and realize its 1:30; still time to head back out. After a few more minutes of what I deem appropriately polite, I start hinting at the fact that she should go.

Handsome: Yea, I uh, need to meet my buddy
Handsome: Where’s your dress
Handsome: Here’s your belt

She’s either not taking the hint on purpose or totally in her own reality. Whatever it is, she’s strong in it. I get to the point of telling her I’m going to walk her home but she’s stoutly refusing to leave the bed we’re starting to build up an argumentative vibe. I don’t like sharing my bed but I decide it’s just not worth the struggle so I say fuck it and jump in. I then proceed to have the worst sleep of my entire life and wake up pissed, kick her out at 8:00 in the morning and roll over and go to sleep.

This pull was pretty easy. The girl was okay, a seven or so. I spent maybe 10 minute total talking to her in the club before pulling her into the cab. Some of the things I think led to this were:

a) The blowouts I took the night before and remained unfazed. This built up my momentum and unreactivity to the point I just didn’t give a shit.
b) The fact that I knew I had the ability to escalate as far as I wanted, but chose to restrain it. I didn’t go overtly aggressive but instead chose to use escalation wisely and as I saw fit, not as a fucking machine gun approach.
c) That I entered the interaction with the pull in mind. I Started at the close and went for instead of simply going the makeout and seeing what happened from there. Simple mind shift that changes that interaction drastically. It’s relatively new for me, but I think it played a part in my success tonight.

Some girls are just really horny too. I was fairly sure she was just ready to go, and could basically feel it as we were talking. Time in the field helps you to be able to feel for these minute signs that trigger something in you that tells you it’s time to go. Good shit, good night.
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March 17 2010

Early start tonight that began by hanging out with friends. Not gonna, lie St. Patty’s is not my favourite when it comes to going out. Call me un-festive, but I find that holidays just end up with bars that are more clogged… I guess there’s more people out to have a good time too, but sometimes it’s just a hassle.

I started the night with some blowouts, which seems to be a trend. I’m fairly sure I’m going for too much, too fast and instead of coming off as dominant, I come off as needy and overly aggressive. It’s a bit of a bummer because I had a lot of success with hardcore dominance right away, but recently it doesn’t seem to be serving me well.

I got a text from the Brunette who I met a couple weeks ago. She wants to meet up. My brain starts working, not as well as usual due to the alcohol, but functionally enough. I text her back, simple stuff:

Handsome: Hey whatsup
Brunette: Hey just at [Bar X], what’re you up to?
Handsome: We’re at [Bar Y], let’s meet up
Brunette: Ya for sure, I’m leaving here in about 10, where do you wanna meet?
Handsome: Come by here
Brunette: K be there soon
Brunette: Just walking in. Ahh. There’s a line
Brunette: Do you wanna just come out?
Handsome: I’ll come find you.

I head out of the bar to meet her. Quick kiss on the cheek, a little chat and then a kiss on the lips.

Handsome: Yea, I’m actually pretty tired, I was just gonna go grab a drink at my place and relax for a bit
Brunette: I was feeling a bit tired too

We walk to my palce which is close to the bar. I’m chatting about whatever the entire time walking with my arm around her. Open the door, introduce her to my roommate who promptly leaves to go elsewhere. Go into the bedroom, poor myself a drink and start the escalation.

We go through every move besides sex. There’s some definite resistance. I might have pressured her a little too hard, but whatever. We relax after and chat for a bit just lying in bed. After a while she says she’s actually tired and heads home. Funny how obvious the entire scenario was, her showing up alone, most basic of excuses to leave and zero LMR until the sex.

Since it’s still early I head out to the bar for round two. I kiss close some girl who later gets dragged away by her friends. I wonder if she realized she was kissing someone else’s juices…

Nothing else really hooks, the bar closes down and my attempts to pull from out front. I head home with some thoughts being tossed around my mind. I need to screen more and realize I’m the fucking winner. I’m giving girls too much by giving them all this physical attention in the first place. I’m the cool motherfucker, it should be a reward for me to escalate on them. I’m not gonna be a prude, I just need to reel the physicality back a bit to get the interaction started.
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March 18 2010

Tonight started off nicely but ended up just being a number of weak interactions and blowouts. In line for coat check my buddy and I had the full attention of two decent looking girls without really doing anything. Physicality was easy, it was chill, not bad. We lost them once inside the club and most of the sets I hit didn’t go to well.

This was the same club I got some hard blowouts the week before. The girls just don’t seem to be receptive. The dominant physical approach of simply grabbing a girl’s hand seemed to spook them which is irritating because I know that move can be so effective. After a number of sets not hooking I sank into a chodey approaches with no self expression, asking questions and being reactive seeking eventually just being weird. No matter what I did, negativity seemed to come my way. There of course a few oaky sets here and there, but they seemed to be lacking tonight.


Part of this has to do with the same crowd that always seems to go there. I’m tired of the same people and the same place and excited to move soon but that’s no reason not to approach. In the future I’ll be getting back into the going hard mindset but that’s not happening with life in my current state. I’ve mentioned this before, but it’s a nice reminder for several months down the road. For the time being it’s just plodding on… not that it can’t be awesome some nights…

Today was just blegh. I need to bring the energy and plow with it, even chill energy, I still need to express it and pull her into my world. Vomit words and lead, fuck reactions, no pinging. Get her reacting and no sitting in the middle ground like a passive chode. Whoever you are, be that person to the fullest extent.
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March 19 2010

So yea… this night was a fucking adventure and a half. It started off by me almost not going to the club, but my commitment was rewarded a few bus stops after my house and before the club. My crew were just chilling and vibing on the bus when a cute hipster girl and her guy friend get on. The hipster chick looks at the empty seat beside me.

HipsterGirl: Can I sit here?
Handsome: You look like a hipster

She sits down.

HipsterGirl: What makes you say that? I’m not
Handsome: Oh I dunno, the shirt, the necklace, that jacket, full out hipster
HipsterGirl: That doesn’t make me a hipster, you’re judging me
Handsome: I’m judgemental, it’s easier and faster

I’m not exactly sure where the conversation went but it turned a little friendlier and I admitted I might have misjudged her or something. That somehow led to a makeout… it all made sense at the time. Her friend and my buddies start laughing. Two people who just met on a public bus on the way to the bar making out, silly shit.

Handsome: We’re going to [Club X], come with us
HipsterGirl: Umm… okay

She checks with her friend and then our groups our merged. We get off the bus holding hands and chatting. We kiss periodically and she licks my face – interesting…

We get in the club and because I’m some nth guest to arrive at the club I get to spin a wheel for a prize. $50 won, feeling awesome decide to grab some drinks. HispterGirl is sticking close and we’re acting like a couple. We move to dance for a bit. She dances like a hipster, I try it out and find it’s a lot of fun. We move to another dance floor and start stepping it up. I grab a bandana she has and throw her cheap sunglasses over my eyes.

30 seconds later both of us are being escorted out of the club. Apparently a leopard print bandana is classified as gang apparel and HipsterGirl pulled her shirt up a little too high when dancing. It was just past midnight and the club was barely starting to fill… had to be the biggest bullshit excuse I’ve heard.

I’m several drinks in and feeling good. We decide to bounce to another little club. It’s still early so we get in no problem. More dancing ensues, she gets money and we take turns buying drinks. I’m quickly getting more wasted than I have been in a while. I run into a few people I know and lose track of HipsterGirl on and off. We’re in an indie club and she’s loving the music. As I’m chatting to a girl I know some dude starts getting in her face hard on the dance floor. I freeze up as they flirt. She kind of resists his advances and eventually he leaves. I make no mention of it when we start dancing again.

I’m drunk and start going hard on the dance floor. We’ve been dancing and talking for an hour at the club now. Shit’s starting to get a little bizarre. She’s talking with a fake accent that sounds surprisingly real, I’m still wearing the leopard print bandana and sunglasses. I decide it’s time to pull.

Handsome: Let’s go
HipsterGirl: Okay

I lead her by the hand out the door and past a now large line. She turns to me.

HipsterGirl: I love you.

I’m a little stunned for a second.

Handsome: I’m keeping you.

That’s all I could really think to say. We’re looking for a cab and walk past an upscale wine bar. Some guy I don’t know starts waving to me. Then I realize he’s waving to HipsterGirl. I stop her and point him out (drunken logic seemed to deem this correct thing to do instead of ignore and keep pulling…), she gets excited and we both head inside.

This place is super classy and we’re both wasted. The guy says something and we both just start making out and rolling around in the booth. The server comes up looking shocked.

Server: Uhh, can I get you something?
Handsome: My MAN, wine, I know you, this place is good!

HipsterGirl’s friend orders us something while we makeout hiding behind a menu. She’s talking in accent, intermittently telling me she loves me. I’ve given up sense and tell her we’re boyfriend and girlfriend and that we’ll go through anything together. I don’t even realize there’s also another girl at the table. The guy kind of clears his throat.

GuyFriend: So uh, how...

He pauses and re-evaluates.

GuyFriend: So when did you guys meet?

HipsterGirl: On the bus, he called me a hipster, I said no. Then we made out.

The guy looks bemused. My leopard bandana and sunglasses are attracting some interesting looks from the formal group of people who look like the typical clientele. The wine arrives and is fucking good. Red wine gets me a special kind of drunk. We’re in a little cozy drunken ball. We enjoy this for a bit as our conversation revolves around romantic getaways, the full moon and some other weird shit, all spoken in accents or weak attempts at foreign languages.

The girl sitting at the table goes to meet some guy. HipsterGirl is getting a little agitated and wants to dance and we peace to the relief of everyone in the wine bar. She tries to drag me to a gay club which I refuse. It’s 2:00 AM and I want to pull home. After an argument where she promises to pay and stay with me, we go inside.

I’m slammed and dancing everywhere. We dance close, then far away. A number of girls come up to me and ask if I’m straight or gay and report disappointing messages to the guys they’re with. A few times another straight guy tried to escalate on HipsterGirl. I pulled her away and kept her focused on me. Wasn’t gonna let another episode of the indie bar occur. I’m tired as shit but still going hard. Our dancing is knocking other people aside, but it’s all cool in the gay bar… I drank some more drinks and my memory gets patchy here.

Around 3:15 I decide it’s time to go. I almost lose HipsterGirl on the way out to some dude and his buddies luring her away with a cigarette. She’s in ADD party mode and needs stimulation. I pull her with me in search of a cab. We’re muttering to each other in foreign languages not even making sense. We finally grab a van cab and go to her place.

We go upstairs and into her living room. I start escalating in there. Shit is getting bizarre. She’s begging me to speak in other languages. I’m spitting out broken Russian phrases, Spanish and French, basically anything I know. Her resistance is her grabbing my throat and cutting off air to my head. She keeps repeating shit about us dating and her loving me.

HipsterGirl: Do you want to fuck me
Handsome: Yes
HipsterGirl: Let’s go to the bedroom

We enter her bedroom and she throws all her clothes off the bed. We begin to makeout, slowly taking clothes off. She stops abruptly.

HipsterGirl: Wait here

She leaves the room without another word. I’m lying on her bed in just my jeans. She’s back in a second wearing nothing but a fluorescent orange v-neck shirt.

HipsterGirl: You can fuck me any way you like.

I’m drunk, hard and ready to go. I oblige her on her offer and end up having some of the weirdest sex of my life…

***

Highlights include:
a) Moaning in a fake accent
b) Being strangled by her at random points
c) Her yelling about her being a witch and practicing witchcraft
d) Endless talk about her loving me and us being boyfriend and girlfriend
e) Yelling at me to spit in her mouth… yes I did
And some other shit I won’t get into. All in all, some of the strangest sex I’ve had in a while. We fuck for a long time until her roommate comes home at which point we quiet down after a few minutes.

She gets dressed and goes to say hi to him. I get dressed after and come out, it’s her friend from the bus.

Friend: Wha… no way, you met on a bus!

He’s a chill guy and we chat. He keeps repeating the fact that me and HipsterGirl met on the bus which I find funny. I chill there a little longer and tell her I have to go home. She resists me leaving and demands my number which I try to avoid by writing it down sloppily but she catches that and gets the full thing. I walk home from her house and collapse into bed in a drunken stupor, only sleeping a few hours. I wake up the next with a leopard bandana, a pair of retro sunglasses, a $50 gift card and $20 more in my wallet than when I started the night which is amazing given the amount of money spent on booze the previous night.

The night was pretty fucking epic. The lesson here, if there are any, is that adventure is amazing for bringing people closer together. We literally explored four very different venues making it seem like we practically spent weeks together. After the first dude hit on her I stepped up and stopped that shit. Don’t out if you see he’s escalating and more than just a friend.

I find it funny I pulled from a public bus, all from a night that promised nothing. Good things come to those who go out.
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Haha that last story was hilarious. Glad to hear you're pimping it man!

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Xantam wrote:
Haha that last story was hilarious. Glad to hear you're pimping it man!

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Silly shit eh. Whatup man -- I hear the Copenhagen Crew is killer right now.


March 25 2011

Went out feeling weird and tired. Hit up the club with positive intentions but the ratio was fucking miserable. Very little girls, and almost no hot ones. There was one star of the club who I approached – literally every dude starting at her. In, escalate, quick interaction but friend pulls her to the bathroom. Lost her after that.

Creeped on a few girls a little too hard, but didn’t really give a shit. The low ratio pissed me off and weakened my intent. I approached a couple mediocre girls and shit went dece. They’re guy friend tried to muscle me out but I just moved around him until he started getting in my face. One of the girls took him away and I was left with the less attractive one. I quickly lost interest and peaced.

I was trying Owen’s eyes + freedom from outcome advice. The freedom from outcome was kind of tough to remember in the club, I think it’s something that’s more learned, but the eyes was easy. Shit went okay, nothing too memorable. Wrote it off as a boring ass night.
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 March 26 2011

Saturdays are just better than Fridays for me at the moment. It seems like every Friday I take my required blowouts, some pain and some shit and then Saturday goes way better after I’ve built up some momentum, or gotten whatever bullshit ego stripped from me during the previous night.

Madeout with a cute girl but after a while shit just got weird. I wasn’t entirely comfortable letting shit chill to any silences I let happen seem more awkward and forced than creating sexual tension. I had some nice, easy approaches in a low key environment; the club is a good spot – enjoyed the whole night. Everything was relatively chill with only a few high points. I arrived late so missed some momentum build up. Made up a bit for it by doing some warm up sets and having fun.

I opened some ADD gorgeous girls but couldn’t keep up with their party. I made the mistake of trying to do so. It got some positive reactions but it wasn’t really sexual attraction. It came close but it was more of a frame battle to see if I could stop their ADD rampage enough to escalate. Glad I opened the hotter girls but needed to do it more straight forward and direct. I went in without shit on my mind and had fun but there’s definite room for improvement. Now that I think back on it, I did pretty well with a chode opener and location but again, could have done better.

Fun night, plain, cute girl makeout, fun with friends – enjoying my time out.
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 April 1 2011

Trend is continuing of chodey Fridays. Hit a house party first just to see some old friends I hadn’t seen in a while. With warm approaches and after reading Pringle’s post (which is fucking fantastic), I was getting serious attention from most of the female guests. I would literally just chill, talk a little slower, strong eye contact and simply know I’m the shit. In retrospect I should have stayed and capitalized on that interest but I peaced to hit the club.

Very normal opening at the club, I was pretty much messing around with my mindset over the night to test some shit. Assuming attraction and if she disappears she just doesn’t know how awesome I am. Lots of blowouts, but not as bad as usual. I was little too chodey. I opened a smoking hot girl just by telling her she was gorgeous but I trickled into friend mode after I got nervous her friends would pull her away. Need my abundance thinking checked here. I thought if I escalated too fast shit would go sour.

Opened another girl but I guess ended up too aggressive. I kept trying to escalate and she would say stop, but not leave. Our conversation was fucked, barely speaking, yet still together. I simply didn’t get it. She was refusing escalation and looking around yet not going anywhere. I guess I was the best thing at the moment, but also I needed to do something else to hook interest. I might have too much value on her and instead should have self amused a little more instead of seeing her as my only source of fun. Instead I got bored and wandered off.

I was more persistent but lost intent balance I needed where shit flows a lot smoother, needed to approach more but yea, same reasons, repercussions that chode me out every now in the last few months… fuck. Small towns and shit. I was running out of shit to say while chill, sometimes talking too much. Overall just was not in the position of power. I need to just accept the attraction is there and go. Shit will take care of itself. I’ll deal with all the crap that’s tossed out in the first while and simply know she likes me, there’s nothing else to it.
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 April 2 2011

Saturday – after an extended predrink we hit the club a little later than normal. Start the poke around and I crack open my first set. Quick blowout. It felt great. Taking action right away, didn’t give a fuck what the girl thought, found my next couple sets, chatted to some friends and build up some chill momentum.

I watched some of Owen’s recent videos and have been fucking around with some of the shit presented in them. Right now I’m liking this open slow, and be really chill and relaxed. I spot a cute blonde girl.

Handsome: Heyyy
Girl: Hi
Handsome: …
Girl: What’s your name?

Hahahaha. I talked very little, just intense eye contact, slow talking and some escalation. A little while later we’re making out. Fully assumed attraction and knowing I’m the shit. I disengage her from her clingy friend and work on just relaxing. I lead her downstairs for a drink and we chill some more. It’s starting to get a little weird. I feel like more should be said and she was starting to get a little edgy. I tried to compensate too much for this and eventually lost her. I saw her later talking to some chode and tried to pull her away but she wasn’t having it. I guess I still got some shit to work on here.

I spot an even prettier girl who gives me a cursory glance. I walk up slowly to her. Really long eye contact.

Handsome: Hey, who are you?
PrettyGirl: PrettyGirl
Handsome: …
Handsome: You’re cute

I’m full just chilling. Not a lot of talking at all. Basic stuff, again, very slow, at least it felt that way. Her friends come up and try to pull her away but she shoos them away. I move her a couple feet so I can lean against the wall. We chat a bit, turns out she’s quite a few years older than me and smoking hot. I escalate, and chill when she resists. She’s shy and I spend a lot of time just giving her hardcore eye contact while dances nervously around me and giggles when I look at her. I ask shit when it comes to my mind. The interaction was weird at points but I just chilled and assumed it was all good.

Her friends come back. One of them is the alpha girl and starts telling me I’m too young to talk to her. I disengage her and befriend her. I couple buddies come and try to hit on her but eventually leave. My girl still likes me. I let her friend get distracted and start making out with PrettyGirl. Another one of her friends shows up who I meet. She pulls my girl into the bathroom to talk. They come back out, I reengage. Shit is flowing just fine. Friends are iffy on me but my girl likes me.

The friends decide to hit another club as the one we’re at is shutting down. I’ve been passing shit tests all night from her friends about a variety of bullshit. My girl wants me to come with them. I hate the club they’re going to. I take her number and say goodbye.

Me and my buddy scope to see if there’s anything left and find nothing so head to the afterhours food. I open a couple sets that go nowhere and then stumble across a girl I semi-know and her friend. My friend and I chat them up. They’re in ADD party mode so we get all jumpy and shit and tell them we’re taking the party with us. We grab a taxi and keep the energy high until we get to my buddy’s house.

We start drinking some drinks and playing some music. I take the lead and seat everyone down. I pick the cuter of the girls and easily just start getting more intimate with her. The attraction has always been there, I just have to bring it to the surface. I simply just new I could get her, there were maybes, it was simple, the feeling was there. We makeout a bit. She spills her drink over both of us. I take her to the bathroom to “clean her dress”. Then we move into a bedroom.

Escalation ensues. I’m fingering her, she’s giving me a shitty hand job. I close the door and it goes pitch black. She starts resisting because both our friends are still talking and not hooking up and she doesn’t want to look like a slut, especially since I know her friend. I soothe her, keep fingering to distract her and slide a condom on. She’s still concerned about her friend and so eventually despite being so close to the fuck, she decides she has to check on her friend.

We move back to the bathroom and I see blood on my jeans. There’s some on her elbow too. I clean it up and thin nothing of it. We chill with my buddy and her friend who are both pretty grumpy by now. Since nothing else seems to be happening we kick the girls out.

As I’m getting ready to leave I start bitching about the blood stain on my jeans and re-examine it. Turns out there’s a lot more than I thought. Then I look at my hand. It looks like something out of a war movie.

Handsome: WHAT THE FUCK!?
Friend: HAHAHHAHAHAHAAHHHA

An image of SuperBad flashes into my mind. I hit the bathroom fast and wash the shit out of my hand then walk home trying not to touch anything on my jeans. I text with PrettyGirl trying to get her to meet up but she’s not making it, and judging by her texts has had more to drink than before.



I hit the bed around 5:00 AM exhausted with jeans stashed ready to go into the washing machine. Tonight was silly as shit. The nightclub was fun, the aftermath was ridiculous. Saturdays are just better than Fridays right now.
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 April 8 2011

Went out feeling chill and relaxed. The night had a slow feeling to it – I just chilled and ran into so many people I knew – girls I’d slept with, made out with, got rejected by, lots of people I’d met at one point or another.

I spotted BlondeGirl who I’d fucked a month or so back and said hey to her. A little while later I started making out with the friend of the girl I’d fingered from the previous weekend. BlondeGirl was right beside me watching the whole thing go down. A pulled another cute girl in who I was attracted to and didn’t make out but got very close and intimate. Three girls were just hovering around me as I talked to them intermittently. Some annoying dude who knew some of them kept hopping around me and making dumb comments like “you’re just going from girl to girl eh buddy” over and over again. All I remember was that I wish I had pushed it a little harder with the third girl.

It was a slow start but once I started feeling comfortable and relaxed it was all good. Relaxed arousal as Alexander would say. It’s like a little dam of social conditioning builds up when you’re not going out. Each night you’re out you break it down, and it becomes easier the more often you go out or the longer you’ve been going out for. Beasting is good for destroying that “caring what other people think” mentality that sometimes creeps up.

I tried to pull the new girl. I pulled her outside, around the club, heavy making out. She kept resisting and then her friends walked by which was the end of the pull. A text later didn’t work… maybe we’ll meet up again. I brought BlondeGirl home but she said no when we got into my bed and left a while after. I’m fairly sure it was an intentional move; she kept pulling my attention to her in the club and was going to great lengths to stop me from talking to other girls.

I remember getting rejected by some girl, well I don’t remember but whatever vague memory was there it was funny and I remember thinking that life was right. Going out was “right”, there wasn’t any problems, I was just having a normal night out. It was nice. Another night out, another night of fun.
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