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Dr Feelgood

Dr Feelgood

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This is the diary of my dick.

Like any genital that carries itself with pride, it got a name. He is baptized on the name Dick – just like the last vice president of the US! I can imagine my Dick writing its diary: Its slightly curved form bending over even more under the shimmering light of an oil lamp, bending over these sheets to penetrate the matter in its entirety, staring down onto the paper with its tired single eye, tired after a lot of adventures. It is writing with a feather, which is, of course, made entirely of pubic hair.

Anyway, I digress.

So this is some shit I want to write down to make it clearer for myself, to get feedback, to save it all for the afterworld, when they dig out my laptop in 2133. Feedback and any comments welcome. Shit will be posted irregularly, because going out is more important than writing about it - oh, and maybe one or two things that are not named “sarging” are more important as well! I have this fantasy about seventeen Playboy bunnies dressed as sexy vegetables fighting over a pudding made entirely out of my sperm… Excuse me, back on topic now.

So a little, as they say, “background” on me: 33 years old, 6’4’’ (190 cm) tall, consider myself good looking, average body type. Born without any social skills, but have been able to learn somehow how the human beings do it (I heard you guys can cry!). I have keyboard jockeyed for some time on purpose, until I was ready to start out of the gates full force – that was in May of 2011. First cold approach make out in early July 2011, first SNL in September 2011.

At the moment, I’m operating in Vienna, Austria, where I grew up and spent most of my life. I have also lived in Madrid for a year and in Los Angeles for two years. Get in contact if you want to sarge in Vienna, somewhere close (Prague, Budapest, Krakow, Berlin, whatever), or somewhere far away (LA, New York; Brazil? – who knows..). I usually go direct. Hate this DVH shit, opinion openers, and all the 2005 crap so many people seem to swear by here in Vienna. I find myself talking about RSD frequently as a reaction. I don’t want to, but I guess I’m gonna have to…

I want to be a doctor. A doctor of love. I want to heal them - with my tongue, with my fingers, with my aesculapian meat stick! I want to make them feel good!

Note: Post #33: Collection of a couple of threads I started and other interesting threads.
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Dr Feelgood

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So this is the story of the very first SNL of my life:

It happened 3 weeks ago in Munich, on Friday before Jeffy’s Hotseat. I had rolled into town a couple of days before, going out every night and gaining some momentum. The previous night, after the Free Tour, I had come across Alex and Jeffy doing their bootcamp in the very same venue - oh mighty pimps, let me be in your proximity! Being in the same venue as them as well as with some fun people from the Free Tour had been motivating and I had had some success for my level of game ( = a couple of almost make outs, where I was just to stupid to follow through with it).

Now Friday comes around and I’m in the very same venue, again with some players I got to know in Munich. The venue, for some mysterious reason, is half empty. No other players in sight anywhere, but quite a nice amount of cute girls. Everything’s perfect. I guess there are just nights like that! I do one or two sets which go well off the bat. A cute little blonde opens up to me quite well, I would need a wing for this 2 set to occupy her not-so-cute friend. I leave the set for a moment and see a brunette standing alone at the bar. Alone? What is that about? As we all know, this is a strong signal for good things to come! She is not really hot, but definitely not ugly either. Smoking body, which you can’t even see in the club, because she is hardly made up, which is ok with me. Not a fan of these completely artificial girls – tanned hair, fake boobs, 5 layers of make up, eyebrows like painted with chalk; you might as well come inside a plastic doll.

So I approach her with my usual very creative opener: “Hello, you are cute! Who are you?” A big smile and strong facial expressions are key here! She is into it, banter, banter, banter; kino, kino, kino, a bit of teasing (my standard, as I’m usually quite a bit taller than them: “Do you have a soap box with you? Cause that would make the conversation a whole lot easier…!”; btw: “Nice dress! I have a tablecloth that’s very similar!” is field tested and not really appreciated..). She is from Serbia, and 38 years old. Then I decide I’m maybe going to look for a prettier girl, there seem to be some possibilities out there tonight. I say goodbye, she seems disappointed.

I’m standing next to my Italian friends for a couple of minutes, pondering what to do: To sarge the blonde or the brunette, that is the question:/ Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to pull/ through slings and arrows an outrageous beauty/ or to take not so hot but quick the home!

Or maybe open a third one? In the next set the girl just waves her hand at me to get lost, then turns her back on me. I’m in such a good mood by that point that it doesn’t phase me at all. Her friend lays the matrix out matter-of-factly: “There is some new guy coming onto her every two minutes!” I don’t feel like plowing such a complicated (the entrance down there must be a nicely trimmed maze, huh!), I say I understand, I say I would do the same if I was a girl, I say I wish them a wonderful night. Back to the Italians, when suddenly the girl from Serbia passes by. I say something to her, and she says I should dance with her. In my experience, “Dance with me!” means “Make out with me!”, so who am I to deny her her modest wish? I take this as a sign from above to what I have to do now: Escalate like a motherfucker!

On to the dancefloor we go! At the second or third make out attempt she complies, we spin on the dancefloor, grinding and heavily making out, I somehow got the feeling the whole half-empty club is watching us. At this stage I got no gameplan anymore, only once before have I gotten that far in cold approach. Uncharted land, I feel like Columbus. Fuck, what to do now? What would Tyler do? What would Alex do? Would Jeffy slide his tongue in on the spot and would he even manage to make a witty remark while doing so? Basically, I don’t have anything to lose anymore, the make out is already a great success, so on we go! I try to stay focused, not paying any attention to our surroundings, I decide to keep it simple and boil everything down to three principles: 1. Keeping her aroused with escalation and words; 2. Being fucking persistent (or: be persistent in fucking!); 3. Banter, distract her, just say anything. Just follow these three rules and you got nothing to lose, son! The new world is in plain sight! The Indians are gonna be slain, ha ha!

I tell her we should go, I want to show her my stamp collection. She laughs, she says nothing is going to happen tonight. She has to catch a flight at 9 a.m., to Novi Sad to some family marriage (quite a useless custom, if you ask me), and she isn’t from Munich either, but staying at her mom’s place here. The bad news is, logistics are fucked. The good news is, I still have nothing to lose. The better news is, I don’t give a fuck.

After a while, I pull her towards the entrance of the club, but don’t manage to pull her through the door. Banter, escalating, lots of tongueing down. Doesn’t let me grab her breasts at first, so I caress her back under her shirt, slide my hand underneath her bra and let it wander around her body on bare skin till I have her tit in my hand. Great trick, I feel like Copperfield! Another great trick I show her is the meatstick trick, her hand on my hard cock. She likes it, she is aroused. I tell her it’s a pity all these people are here in the club, otherwise I would just bend her over the bar and take her; she thinks that’s hot. Sip her drink, take an ice cube in my mouth, let it slide into her mouth, etc,etc. All in all, I try to pull her through the door and out of the club three or four times: No go!

I really don’t know what else to do, I have tied three or four times to no avail, I have worked my magic. The night is still kind of young, there are some other nice girls in here, I’m ready to give up. I tell her it’s ok, I wish her a good night. She says she hopes I find somebody else for the night. I grab her and make out with her passionately one last time, then I try to pull her along one more time… this time she complies! Damn, now I know why they call this shit “pulling”, you have to physically pull her along, you have to grab her arm and drag her along like a mule, ha ha! Showing that I'm willing to walk away worked...

On we go, to the wardrobe, down to the taxis, getting in, but when I tell the driver my hotel address, she says that that’s way too far off and gets out of the taxi. I get out too, ask her what now, she says we are taking her car to her place. Nice big car, there is a medical book about surgery on the passengers seat, I ask her what it is doing there, she tells me she is a doctor.

Strategy on the road: Keeping her aroused! Every red light means: MAKE OUT TIME! Before we leave the car, I give her perfectly shaped, dark skinned boobs a good licking and sucking, to make sure she doesn’t change her mind on the way up to her apartment - and because they taste delicious! She makes me promise to be out of there by 7 a.m., when her mom is coming home, I think to myself: “Are you kidding me? This is even better; I have a Hotseat to attend tomorrow!” I like her and her sense of humor though (She later holds up the filled rubber and says: “I’m gonna keep this for my mom!” I laugh, although I later secretly take the rubber with me, which creates a fucking mess in my pockets…).

So up to the apartment we go. Hot sex ensues. Happy end.

PS: I'm just realizing how fucking nerdy is it to fuck a girl and then write an essay on the internet about it! I have to get used to this, ha ha…!
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Do you know those nights when the club feels like you have invaded a fucking family party? That was yesterday.

Earlier in the evening, I had gone to some lair meeting for the first time, luckily they hadn’t bothered me with theory (worst thing you can do before going out is getting inside your head with lots of theory), but we were just chatting away for a bit and in the club most of them actually approached.

We went to Pratersauna here in Vienna, most of the sets were mixed and seemed to be just there to chill. I did tons of sets, as I’m starting to realize this is key to being successful on any given night - it is, after all, a huge numbers game, and the recipe for a warm creampie is this: 1.You find a girl who is really into you; 2. You don’t fuck it up.

Maybe for Tyler, Jeffy and the other Gods of Pimpin’ it is not necessary to operate like this, but on my level it certainly is. So doing a lot of sets is crucial!

Yesterday I also got a record amount of boyfriend objections, and shame shall be my shepherd when I confess I believed most of them. I really have to learn to push it as hard as possible after they give me that shit!

One girl showed me some fucking ring, claiming it was an engagement ring, yeah, right…! Boyfriends were reported to be sitting on couches in the background, to be over there, to be waiting at home. I actually only met one or two of them in person. The rest of them just sent me their regards.

I don’t know when to believe it and when not. In the end, it probably doesn’t make a difference – I just have to push it hard enough to really find out! I have to keep my frame as well as my intent and just go for it. Required frame: Boyfriends don’t exist, just like unicorns or the tooth fairy! But where do I stop? It could also be the case they don’t have a boyfriend but are absolutely not into me, so I’m just waisting a lot of time and effort…

So I told myself I had to push it harder, and with the next boyfriend-heavy girl, I was totally up on her grill and all over her, till she moved away from me for a meter (three feet) and said, almost in a begging tone of voice: “Please, just stop!” What can I say, she was a nice girl, I started feeling a little sorry for her, ha ha… I mean, they say if they move away, the set is over, right? So where do I stop?

I have a ton of witty comebacks on the boyfriend shit (favorite one: “I can share!”), but I realize they don’t get me anywhere if I can’t keep my “Absolute bullshit!” frame.

Any input on this topic is appreciated!

Executed the buddhistic mantra of a wise man by the name of Jeffy:”Boner, not kino!” It felt good.

Also, at 3 a.m. one of my cousins I hadn’t seen for a couple of years came in, totally wasted. He was wasted enough to tell me a couple of very interesting stories about his family I had never heard of and had never heard of for a reason, ha ha – now THAT was fun! Then, at 5 a.m., I met another cousin of mine, and I was like: WTF? This club indeed IS a family party, ho! Introduced the two of them, just thinking: The world is a funny place, man...!

On my way out, just for shits and giggles, asked a couple of girls if they wanted to sleep with me. Total indifference at the end of the night is nice. Some declined politely, some were shocked.

Conclusion: Pushed myself to do a lot more sets, that’s great. Gotta keep on pushing myself and find a way to deal with that boyfriend shit!
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 Haha.

Do not have time to read your journal :(.

Looks like i am gonna be in Vienna next month 26.10.-2.11...

31.10.2011 Is my 19th birthday. It´s Halloween and i have heard that there´s a huge party there (Vienna). So i have to be there!

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 Great diary Dr, the story of your first SNL was great, AND you got to go to hotseat right after!
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Dr Feelgood

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@ Chinabeast: Oh, you were born on Halloween, now your sarging techniques make a lot more sense to me, ha ha! I'm going to Berlin on the 28th, but if you want to be my guest before that, you are welcome! The 26th is a holiday in Austria, so going out on the 25th would make a lot of sense, if you want to come a day earlier.

@DukeDevlin: Thanks, man, I'm glad you like it!
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Had a sweet dream last night: Hayden Panettiere was baking me two cakes using the cups of her bra as cake tins. She even used her own breasts milk for it!

Anyway, I digress…

Point being, I’m gonna tell you about last Thursday night:

Went out to Platzhirsch here in Vienna with a cool wing. At the beginning of the night I REALLY DO NOT WANT TO DO IT. There is a deep rooted longing inside of me for sitting at home peacefully. Hitting on random girls in the club is stupid. I could be at home right now watching some Jennifer Aniston DVD in Bugs Bunny slippers.

Well, I guess today I will have to teach myself how to approach when not wanting to approach at all. As long as Jennifer Aniston is not naked, I will not watch her DVD!

Babysteps. A warm up set. A pretty cute Asian girl with two dudes across from us behind some kind of bar table. I shout to her what’s in her handbag, it’s so big, does she have a gun in there, blah, blah. She runs across the table and leans into me to hear what I have to say, then starts touching me, which is the biggest IOI I have found so far! Uuuuh!! My mind goes blank, it says “Hey, it was just supposed to be a warm up set! You don’t have to do anything, you know that!” Some kind of villain inside of me, some counterpart to my Batman PUA Superhero Persona is proclaiming that, maybe it’s the Joker, no, the Joder it is! “It’s easier that way!” he says.

So I let it go, Part 1.

I realize how stupid it is to let this conversation run out even before doing so. It’s great to be able to analyze your own fuck ups before they even happen, then watch them go down in real time unapologetically, ha ha!

Next girl, ok cute, dark, exactly my type. She is receptive in some way, lets me put my arms around her and lets me pull her in, but I don’t really see any big IOIs and there is absolutely NOTHING coming back in conversation. I say: “You are cool, I just hope you are not too boring, I bet that with you it’s all missionary position, lights out and all flowers and bees…!” She seems kind of flabbergasted and bends away so I can’t even see her face, whispers to her friend what I just said, etc., hey, it wasn’t THAT funny, was it?? Not sure what this kind of emotional turbulence means, but by now I think that it’s a good thing - give them the emotional ride, shock them a bit! I try to isolate to the dancefloor, it doesn’t work, I’m not sure what’s the deal here, we leave the set. Fuck, should have tried isolating SEVERAL times, to the bar, to the basement, to the banana tree, whatever, and if it fails try to make out ON THE SPOT! But I just left.

Joder said so.

So I let it go, Part 2.

A couple of other sets not going anywhere, a few blowouts. I open a tall, gorgeous blonde, maybe the hottest girl in the club, looks exactly like Jessica Biel. I tell her so, she says she gets that a lot, she is Canadian, friendly, receptive, but not more. Short fatty friend tells me she is from Boston. I say Boston is boring, I lived in and swear by Los Angeles. Short fatty friend says Jessica Biel is hers, not mine. I see. I tell her she must be an awesome friend and I really like that she takes good care of her friend. Fatty friend says they are lesbians. Ms. Biel half heartedly agrees. I say that’s awesome, I always wanted to have a threesome with two lesbians, so finally the glorious day has arrived! Some dude comes in and dances with Jessica. Oh boy, this set really has it all, the HB10 turbo, the fatty obstacle, the AMOG! I’m (wrongly) assuming he does not know her. That’s what happens if you forget to ask the girl who she is here with! I extend my hand in slow motion and grab Ms. Biel around the waist. This is way outside my comfort zone, I watch myself like in a movie. I pull her away from him. He puts his hand on my arm to remove my arm. Ah-ah, my friend, the rules are: Grab the girl all you want, but don’t lay your hand onto the other knight! I take his hand with my other hand and remove it gently, I’m ready to get punched in the face. I’m Columbus again, sailing onto new zones, way outside my comfortable territory!

The punch doesn’t happen. He just says: ”If you want to get slapped, go ahead!” But Ms. Biel is far from slapping me. Now she is in my arms, but that comes so unexpectedly! There were no plans worked out for this eventuality, not enough ice caves to store all of that turkey meat... uhm, I mean chick meat! Plus I don’t know what the guy behind us is up to or who he is!

So I just let go, Part 3.

Joder said so.

Fuuuuuck!

Cut to a little later, a girl my wing has gamed flees from him and comes up to me, all touchy-flirty, her eyes, as they say, are lit like a Christmas tree, it’s ON, so I lay the program down on her. The WHOLE program. I shouldn’t have done that, because attraction was clearly there, what is needed was hard and fast escalation and maybe some qualification. She moves me to the dancefloor, grinds on me, I’m still thinking about how to make the move, touch her everywhere, she runs here, runs there, this girl has the attention span of a 2 year old toddler, I know I should start leading but I’m not sure how. Afraid of losing a sure set. “Playing to not lose, not playing to win!”– That’s my analysis in hindsight, with Jeffy in my ears… Some dude extends his hand, she takes it, he pulls her in to dance with him. Not so fast, good Sir! I extend my hand, she complies, I pull her back into me and move my body in between her and the villain. I later meet this dude on the toilet, we are both like :”Fair game!” I like that. Are Federer and Nadal going after each other with knifes when they meet off-court? Not at all, my man!

So back to the scene: I have to make a move on this girl now, but before I can, she sees something shiny behind my back and her eyes again light up like the eyes of a magpie. That something, it must be beautiful, it must be big, it must be muscular…! And off she is, hanging onto that other dude, who is even taller than me and looks like a part of the Baywatch cast. Off court analysis: I should have grabbed her, turned her with her back to the Baywatch guy and attempted a make out! Probably wouldn’t have worked at that moment, but at least I would have tried! Above all, I should have gone for the make out earlier. It all went so fast. Joder wanted me not to go for it, he got some ugly painted red lipstick mouth that seems to pretend he is laughing even when he is sad.

So I let it go, Part 3.

Cut to a girl who smiles but doesn’t want to tell me her name nor where she comes from. Resistance to Kino. This is too much. I switch to her friend who is much more receptive. Quite cute, from Albania, dark hair, my type. Holding her close, banter, push/ pull (but more pull), etc. I touch her everywhere and tell her I’m starting to like Albania. She tells me she just broke up with her boyfriend. DING DING DING WINNER!! I kiss her on the forehead and tell her she’s a poor girl, and that I’m trying to think of ways to help her out. Try to isolate, no go. WHY THE FUCK DOES ISOLATING NEVER WORK FOR ME, WHAT’S THE PROBLEM??

Her friend pulls her off the scene. I re-approach later on, and although she seems very receptive, isolation doesn’t work, and her friend makes her flee again. Should have taken her phone number, it didn’t occur to me, because I’m not used to taking phone numbers. I’m not in the game for numbers, you can’t fuck them, I tried it once, but it hurts. SHOULD HAVE TRIED TO MAKE OUT WITH HER ON THE SPOT!

Conclusion: I let about 3-5 sure opportunities for (at least) a kiss close slide that night. I seem to have an issue with pulling the trigger. I HAVE TO TRY TO MAKE OUT AS SOON AS POSSIBLE!

On the positive side, AA is pretty much a non issue by now, and so is holding up the convo, escalating, etc… I do a lot of sets every night, so I’m learning constantly. I feel like I’m improving a lot every time I go out, and there are just one or two little tweaks missing to get constant kiss closes - I know that!

It’s going in the right direction.

So what are the plans?

Next Thursday I’m pretty much starting a sarge romp and will be going out almost every day for about 24 days or so, including a 13 day trip to Berlin and Barcelona (people from Berlin and Barcelona, PM me!). There is much to be learned, many adventures to be taken.

Also, got slapped by some crazy two weeks ago - probably a shittest, you can read about the details in this otherwise also very interesting thread (page 5):

http://www.rsdnation.com/node/200587/forum

As always, any comments welcome, especially any advice on isolation!

Over and out.
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 Haha, dude I like what I see!
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Thanks, man!

See ya next week in Berlin!
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Latest post from my blog, titled "Fucking three virgins and a polar bear on a roller coaster":

Went to Volksgarten in Vienna yesterday with my wing, right at the entrance I already had a feeling this would be a great night, and so I sang it “…that tonight’s gonna be a good night, that tonight’s gonna be a good, good night!”. Lots of hot girls, a good ratio, and I was feeling it. Had some looks on me and did some banter in the line outside; now the danger with a night looking that promising is you are telling yourself: “I’ll approach later, I can allow myself to pass on that opportunity, etc.”, and before you know it, the night is over and you haven’t done shit. This is what I’m thinking about standing at the bar and warming up with random commentaries to whichever package of boobs, ass and facial features is ordering drinks next to me (and yes, also to every hairy chest and deep voice, talking to the dudes too).

So with that on my mind we are firing up the engines. It’s interesting how the warm up sets seem more interested than the ones I approach seriously, and the reason is, of course, with warm up I really don’t give a shit about the outcome. But the direct opener I’m always using “Hey, you are pretty cute! Who are you?” is mostly off on my first two or three approaches of the night, I’m more delivering it like I’m reading a script, and of course I get responses like: ”That’s such a bad line!” Not that it’s not possible to push through that, usually.

So some approaches here and there, some rejections, some lukewarm receptions that I don’t really feel pushing through (there are better opportunities around), it’s like the girls are saying: “You want to come into my house? Well, you can linger for a bit in the lobby, but don’t touch the treasure vault in the back!”

Then suddenly some dancing fat girl grabs my hand. I dance with her and spin her around, then grind on her. She would be really nice if she was half the size, there were two really cute girls lost inside of her, a tragedy. Huge tits I rub myself on. After two minutes I bend down to whisper something very naughty into her ear, she mistakes it as me going in for the kiss, and we go tongue to tongue. We grind, kiss and spin around in the middle of everybody, she is almost two heads smaller than me, laying her head on my chest, it’s the strangest romance never sold. No word has been spoken so far. Yeah, I would fuck her, I would just not show her to my mom. It’s less that her head needs a paperbag, and more like you need to pull the strings of the corset tighter, brah! I ask for her name, this is my way of doing comfort here, ha ha! Deliver the old: “I like girls who know what they want and are not afraid to go for it!” I don’t understand anything anyways with the music blazing at full power. After 15 minutes and a lot of licky and sucky I decide to press her against the wall, going rough on her. I ask her where she lives and say “We should get out of here!” I have nothing to lose – take it or leave it! This is 15 minutes into the set. Well, it’s leave it, she says she should be looking for her friends and I let her go.

Sets here, sets there. Two very cute and very young sisters. One of them seems in heat, the other a bit attracted, but definitely a lot of work, if possible at all. Maybe they don’t want to let anything happen in front of family… My wing and I play “Stone, paper, scissors” as to who takes the horny one and who has to keep the other one occupied. First we both have stone, than both of us scissors. We already want to call it a tie and go for a threesome everybody, when he wins the next round. I wish I had never agreed to play this game. We start gaming them, but give up after a while, because it really seems way too much work.

A little later I’m talking to a 7 or 8. I really like her, she is witty and cute, hey, talking to this chick seems EASY and NATURAL, I love it, it’s fun, it’s what flirting is supposed to be. I remember to stay dominant and unreactive, but I’m not really gaming her too much otherwise. She is shit testing me hard: “You look like you are still living off your parents; you should go back to my friend as you have hit on her first;…” I laugh it off. She doesn’t believe me that I’m 33, she says she estimates me on 25 and wants to see my ID for proof. I ask her what I will get for showing it. I say I will show it to her, and if I have told the truth, we will kiss. She agrees. Unsurprisingly to me, I’m 33. Makeouts ensue. She says I’m too rough with the tongue, I teach her the Jeffy word “mouth rape”. We agree on “Like a kitten, not like a rapist!” We stand there for a long time kissing and chatting, I numberclose her and decide I’m actually not going for a hardcore pull and risking fucking it all up, but to take her out on a date. Call me naïve. I usually don’t do dates, but will make an exception for her. She says “I’m not going to sleep with you tonight!” many times, which might mean the exact opposite, but I’m cool with how far I have come, and there is also some massive resistance there, even to isolation (didn’t isolate).

At 5 a.m. I meet an old family friend on the toilets. He invites me for stuff. I didn’t know. Back to the girls, and some fun dialogue between the friend and the girl that would fit into some sitcom screenplay. His friends are back there amongst the last guests in this big, now almost empty club, and they are hitting on some bitches whose boyfriends are standing next to them. Looks all a bit funny with the lights on already. Some last female rests lingering around, I start to realize the opportunities at closing time, seems like deals are made here. shields once as high as the Empire State building have been lowered carefully, as a result of currency devaluation. Gotta remember that. We roll out of the club and into McDonalds at 7 a.m., then part ways.

Conclusion: Make outs are getting more and more frequent for me now, this is huge progress. It seems to be easier and easier for me to pull the trigger, it’s a pretty sophisticated and advanced system, it goes like this: PULL THE FUCKING TRIGGER!

Besides, swapping germs is a healthy thing, it builds up the immune system!
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Dr Feelgood

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Join Date: 04/06/2011 | Posts: 1521

I think I will use the journal more frequently now, just for shorter, not too thought-out posts, some dry shit like many other journals do it. I will still update my blog with longer, more thought-out posts and keep shit really entertaining there.

Just coming back from a night out with Chinaboy and other people. Had another makeout, this shit is getting more and more consistent now. Had at least one make out every time of the last three times I went out. It starts not becoming a big deal for me anymore, which is cool. I'm starting to feel like a huge slut, ha ha. Girl was easy as fuck, we hardly spoke, but still, I needed the calibration to see that she was down after one minute, the skill to arouse her, not creating awkwardness, etc., etc.. Pull was not possible for some reason, but that will be the next level then.

Flying to Berlin, the airport taxi is coming in 2,5 hours and I haven't even packed yet. Let's see what Berlin can do.
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