PU Stories (one really good one)
These are the rest of the week's notable PUs. Any else I didn't include because I didn't pull a number. I'll save the rejections for next week... and next week is really going to suck because of how busy I am studying for school. Enjoy!
PU Dee
I met these girls outside the bar in the line and immediately just began to talk to them about themselves for a while, and when they lost my interest I gave them my shoulder. I ran into her on the way out and got her number, and she and her friends came back to my place for an after party.
PU Emily
After I entered the bar on Thursday, I saw these two beautiful young girls on the dance floor, all alone. I went, sober from a 45 degree angle and smiled and beckoned her to dance with me. She accepted. I motioned to my shy buddy to tackle her friend. We danced off and on with them, I played a few games by staying mysterious, etc.
Here's where things went someone sour. I decided to play a little coquetry. After I picked up the proper body language, I trusted my gut and we kissed a few times. Then I told her I was going to get some air--but my buddy refused to come with me and made me look ridiculous. Women don't want a guy that hovers endlessly like a leech. I wanted to play 'hot and cold', and give her something to think about and miss. This may have seemed like a bad move at the moment, but she's been calling me and texting me since. I act indifferent to her, because I sense that she's used to getting a power trip off of guys that will do anything for her attention. I also believe she has a boyfriend.
PU Amy
Comfort
I actually saw this girl initially on facebook, and then I asked a mutual girl friend when I could run into her. I met her last Friday night, sober at a small party, and I properly introduced myself. Her name is Amy, and I found out a few of the basics. She’s not as pretty as her face book picture, though still really hot (amazing tits), she had integrity and propriety (too very important traits to me), and I asked enough questions to get a good understanding of her background and current situation. I left to go to a bar and meet up with lots of friends, and what happened that night is another story.
We texted on Saturday, but she had to take care of her dog. It sounded like a lame excuse to blow me off, but I paid attention to positive keywords she used like “I hope to”. She still was into me.
Intrigue
Amy texted me today. All day I wanted a banana split, and I posted this lame information on facebook. Women went nuts over it, and I thought about the imagery that this treat creates in a woman’s mind. I had to use it. She also informed me that it was her birthday today, and the first thing that popped up into my head was goofy birthday hats.
I informed her that I wanted to see a movie, but to add to the fun, we were going to run around town with birthday hats on and get a banana split beforehand because I wanted one. Operation banana split b-day girl commence.
Excitement
She met me at my condo, and I was short on time, so I literally was in the shower when she arrived. I decided to grab a shirt and put it on as I opened the door. Wham, I already invoked her imagination. So that you can follow me on this, I’ll just say that I generally fluff talked in between locations.
Before I even told her where we were going, I surprised her as I turned into Wal-mart—whatever fantasy she got from my text had begun—and we bought these goofy Winnie-the-Poo-1st-Birthday hats. I took her picture with my cell phone, and then got her to do a second full body “glamour” shot. The only way I was going to pull this off, without making it awkward, was to commit to having fun with it—a mindset inspired by Pierce.
From there, we stopped by Chilis for a couple shots of tequila—this was her idea, but maybe it worked out for the better. She commented that it seemed to clear up a mild headache.
People were eating up the hats, and a lot of positive energy was created. I didn’t like the immediate “spacey” feeling from the booze, but we told a few funny jokes and stories, laughing more freely, and the feeling dispersed as soon as we grabbed my banana split (finally, was yummy).
Zombieland is really good by the way. See it (and be ready for graphic scenes). She suddenly developed a headache, and at first I thought it could be a deal breaker. We left the movie early, I gave her some Tylenol, and she came up to my place to lay down before her drive home. I gave her this awesome cold neck-pack to lie against. I took refuge on an adjacent couch.
Arousal
Moments of silence would pass, because I know how much it hurts to talk when you have a migraine. After a period of sparse banter, I noticed that she begun to shift her weight more and then sat up with her face in her hands. I also noticed her tits. She told me that she was feeling a little better. I said, “Here, maybe I can help.” I got up, went and sat by her, and directed her to turn. I begun working a really good massage.
After maybe five minutes, information from what I’ve read began to enter my mind like neon banners. “Trust the gut”; “the sexual ones get the girls”; “rejection is better than regret.” I lightly, slowly kissed her right shoulder two or three times, and then I backed off. A couple seconds passed and I saw her head begin to turn slightly toward me. I went in and we began kissing. After a few minutes of experimenting with her kissing style, I thought about what I read that said women love to have their erogenous zones accidently brushed against—too direct would feel like a sixth grade boob snatch. She went with it, and I can only imagine what she was thinking about!
When I felt her body language shift to be more committed toward my advance, I went for her breasts first. They were like a gold medal for winning first place—perfect size, softness, nipples weren’t too big or too Discovery channel, and her skin color was well toned (I later learned from her tattoos that she’s part Lebanese). She really started to react from gently biting her nipples, wetting them then blowing, flicking, etc.
I kept my hands switching from sensual acts like brushing her hair to naughty places. This is a concern of mine—is that playing with fire by invoking emotion like that? Thoughts would be appreciated.
She comments, “I need to go soon.” I reply, “You’re right, we ‘shouldn’t’ be moving this fast.” I used the negative to play the unconscious (Speed Seduction), and I’m also backing off, and then doing exactly what I said I wasn’t going to do (The Game).
I moved between her legs after feeling around her waist and legs. Another barrier came up, and she says, “I feel like we should wait.” I wanted to try the FREEZE OUT.
Freeze Out --
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3dnBTnKArbk
I played it to the best of my knowledge. I should have done something else and completely left her wanting, but I feel like what I did still had the same effect. I kissed her forehead a couple times and took my arms away from her. We started kissing again 30 seconds to a minute later after talking. Yes, I had it in my mind that I wasn’t performing it properly, but I didn’t want that to ruin what I had already done.
The partial freeze worked, and she let my hand go up the side of her shorts to start fingering her. I remember thinking that there was a lot of lip, but that might be because I couldn’t get a comfortable hold on her ****oral area and her legs were still partially closed. I moved to the top of her pants and went down, feeling the light bush before getting a better hand position. I love that—it makes me imagine that she’s not a slut so she doesn’t shave constantly, and she’s hygienic because there’s not a jungle down there. She went absolutely nuts, and was jerking and moaning—so hot. My instinct began to control my mind more than my logic.
Jeffries talked a lot about women wanting a man that can lead them. I figured that I did a good job of that all night, leading her from one new exciting place to the next. I took her hand, and I begun to lead her up stairs; however, I still was getting resistance—****, I should have slept with her on the couch, but I didn’t have condoms downstairs. We stopped halfway up the stairs and she said more about working the next morning.
She let me lead her rest of the way up the stairs, but her facial expression began to change to high discomfort. This might have been because I got her off while fingering her (at least once), but then again this might have been something I did wrong. I’ve read and heard that a woman will justify the speed seduction and the great sex as an act of passion and love—this though, the vibe didn’t feel right. My sheets were in the wash—dumb of me, I even lit incense earlier in my room and didn’t even think about it, so the bed was just a mattress. She wasn’t looking at me in the eyes, and her smile was faltering. I literally had my pants around my ankles.
I suggested we stop for real. She seemed to appreciate it, and we put on our clothes. The mood lightened, we talked for a while, and when she kissed me goodnight at her car, it felt like total relief from that horrible feeling when we were on my bed. I’m still thinking and wondering if I ****ed up.
