Banging 2 more milfs HB9 stuff. VERY LONG POST

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Here is a sarging success story that I had been working off and on with for
about three weeks. The funny thing is, I was at lunch with a brunette today who
was a snap to put into trance (She was with her two young kids though, so no
sucky-sucky for __y) But it ended up being a hot redhead, whom I almost
cancelled, that I ended up banging!!
That just goes to show you that sometimes you get your rewards, but not always
in the way you might have thought!
Here is are the details, from first meeting to first "meating."
Almost three weeks ago I got invited to a club by a singer named Denise I had
banged a few months back (details in the "Sarged a Songbird" post from a few
months ago) to come hear her sing.
When I arrived, I figured that since Denise would be on stage off and on for a
couple more hours I would do some sarging of the babes at the club. Since
sarging in clubs sucks, with all the noise, I chose to linger outside and scope
out the babes coming and going. Just outside the club is a gated patio-type
area, with round tables and plastic chairs, so I could sit and sarge a babe
without having to go back inside the club. There were no tables that were free,
so I just stood and casually watched for possible "adventure partners" to
approach. () Soon I saw this AMAZING longhaired redhead named Jennifer walk
outside, (' II", or D chest, and beautiful legs that came up and made a
perfect ass of themselves! And she was alone!!) So I beamed in my google, and
gave her a chance.
I said with a slight laugh, "What made you come out here most, the noise or the
overwhelming body heat?"
She smiled and said, "Both."
I noticed she had on a very nice silver rope necklace, with an emerald stone in
the center, so I commented, "I like your necklace, may I?" And I reached up
toward her necklace, which she let me touch. I said, "Either you really know how
to reward yourself, or someone must think very highly of you." ()
She smiled and said, "My mother bought it for me, it's very special to me."
I said, "Your mother must be quite a woman to express her love in such an
elegant way. And while I believe we should never attach too much importance on
materiel things, gifts from mom are forever priceless." ()
Jennifer smiled and said "Yeah me and my mother are quite close."
Then I decided to connect that to ME! I said, "Isn't it great to have that kind
of bond with another person, in this case your mom? I mean the incredible
feeling of knowing that when you're around this person (sp.) you can relax, and
be yourself, and let down your guard. Because you know, without even having to
think about it, that this person is someone you can trust. Can you feel that
(Wrist tap) to be something you agree with?"
She said, "With my mom, yeah." ()

Then I said, "I don't have a lot of time, but if you give me five minutes, I'd
like to analyze your handwriting. You'll discover things about you, even your
best friend doesn't know, and I'll know if you really are someone I'd like to
talk with further."
She agreed, but we couldn't find a table for us to use. Not one to be limited, I
had her use the wall to write on, and we stood up as I showed her what her
writing revealed.
She was impressed, and said, "That's a little spooky, but very fascinating."
We chatted for a few minutes, then a table became free, so we took it. As we sat
down, I said to Jennifer, "I've been staring at your necklace, trying to figure
out what it reminded me of, and now I recall what it was."
She asked, "And what does it remind you of?"
I said, "it reminds of a story I read once, called The Eros Stone necklace." ()
Then I ran that pattern on her. (I posted that pattern a few weeks ago, so you
already have it)
After that, I heard the music inside the club stop, so I decided to do a very
small "take-away" and said, "Well, I should be going now. The lead singer of the
band is a friend of mine, and it sounds like they're taking a break, so I want
to go say hi to her. It was a pleasure to have met you." Then I extended my
hand.
She shook it, but then asked, "Is she your girlfriend?" ()
I said, "Not in the commitment sense, but yeah, I'd call her one of my
girlfriends."
Jennifer then asked, "What does that mean?"
I replied, "It mean that she's one of my friends."
Then Jennifer asked, "Oh, okay. In that case, would you mind if I said hi to her
also? I'd like to tell her how much I like her voice."
(Hmm, she likes voices does she? I wonder how I could use that to my advantage?
-insert wink here-)
It turned out Jennifer was here with her Brother, who like most AFCs, was
hitting on the female bartenders. And Jennifer had just ended a year
relationship in May, so no BORE-FIEND either! When I found Denise, we hugged and
I introduced her to Jennifer, and told her matter of factly how Jen and I had
just met outside (And in case you were wondering, NO, I didn't do this to make
Denise competitive, she and I already ranged. I did it to see Jennifer's
reaction.) Think about it a moment, and you'll see where it makes sense) ()
It turned out that Denise and the band were just taking a five minute break,
because one of their amps was acting up. We all three sat down and chatted. I
could see that Denise and Jennifer were getting some nice rapport going, and my
"Rick BI-ometer" went off. Denise had told me back in April that she has sex

with women from time to time, so the chance for me to get a "table for three" in
bed was possible. ()
Denise had to go potty before getting back up on stage, leaving me and Jennifer
alone. Before I even opened my mouth, Jennifer said something that was a great
segue into a pattern!
She said, "I wish I were good enough to be a singer. I'm not someone who needs a
lot-of attention, but I'm fascinated to know how it feels to have that applause
at the end of singing a song, a song that you sang."
This was a perfect way to introduce the "Deep Fascination" pattern, so I probed
a little to get her trance words, and then introduced the pattern. ()
(I will gladly send my original version of this pattern to those who request it.
But if you want the version I used on Jennifer, which I like much better, I'll
be giving it out at the seminar in Palo Alto this September. Speaking of the
seminar, I'm telling you guys right now, there will be an incredible team of
guys at this seminar, which naturally will be lead by Ross, and I know that my
own skills will be improved as a result of listening to these seduction masters.
So if you want to learn the most amazing, most advanced, most up-to-date
Seduction technology, you' l want to make sure you book yourself a seat there.
Shameless plug, I know, but it's for YOUR benefit, believe me!)
Anyway, when I finished, Jennifer said, "Wow! The way you described that... it
was almost like I was hearing the applause in my head."
(Right about here my recorder's batteries ran dead, so I'm relying on memory
until the end of this encounter)
I asked her, "And how did that feel?"
She said, "Pretty nice!"
I ran my finger up from the knuckle on her left index, up to her wrist as I
said, "Purrrfect."
She smiled.
Then I said to her, "Let me show you something really cool about how you process

 

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things inside your mind."
She said, "Sure. How?"
The music was now starting again, so I suggested we continue this outside, where
we could hear each other better.
We tried to find an empty table, but none were available, so I took Jennifer to
a park-type bench outside a building right next door.
From there I ran the BJ Pattern on her.
While I had her tasting that favorite piece of candy she enjoyed so much, I
noticed her rubbing her legs a little, and DEFINITELY licking her lips. I
anchored that by running my finger up from her left wrist, to about her shoulder
as I said, "And the more you focus on enjoying this, the more you feel your
pleasure for it increasing."

She let out a moan of pleasure, opened her eyes and said, "That was very nice, I
liked that." ()
I said, "It's nice to reward yourself with a little pleasure now and then, isn't
it.
She smiled and said, "Depends on the pleasure."
I'm not % sure, but I think this is where she let off a negative vibe, and
began talking about her bad break-up, and how guys just don't understand women
need breathing room sometimes:
I chose to not attempt a reframe, and instead said, "Listen, I loved our
conversation, and I would like to continue this sometime. But right now I need
to get back into the club and at wait for Denise to finish her gig. You're
welcome to join me. If not, then it was a pleasure to have met you."
She didn't follow me inside, so I let it go and just waiting at a table inside
for Denise to finish.
About minutes later, Jennifer approached me and said that she and her Brother
were leaving, but could I give her my number, she'd like to call me some time.
I took out one of my cards, and told her to write her number on the back.
She asked for my phone number,. and I said that I travel a lot, so I currently
don't have a guaranteed number that I will be at. But I told her she could email
me at the address on my card, because I check my e-mail daily.
She seemed cool with that, and as she was about to leave, I said, "Hey, let's
meet for dinner this Sunday. I'll have Denise join us, so the three of us can
talk without all these interruptions." ( )
She said that would be nice, and to call her that Friday. Then she left.
That was two and a half weeks ago! That following Sunday, the three of us met
for dinner.
I had already talked with Denise about working with me on Jennifer, and that we
might get a threesome going.
(For those who read my "Sarging a Songbird" post, you know that Denise is into
some wild ****, and had already expressed being bisexual.)
Dinner was uneventful really, and it was mostly fluff talk... mostly.
I noticed that Jennifer was a little uncomfortable, so I waited until Denise
left us alone for a few minutes, and I tried something out.
As I fluff talked with Jennifer, I would periodically touch her glass, then a
minute later I would move her fork. Then I would play with her napkin. THIS
RELAXED THE **** OUT OF HER!!!! ()
Someone's cell phone went off in the restaurant, so I used that as an intro to
my "New Technologies" Pattern. ()

About halfway through the pattern, Denise returned, but remained quiet.
After the pattern, Denise said to Jennifer, "Doesn't he have the most amazing
way of talking about things?"
Jennifer smiled and said, "He certainly does. You can tell he's a writer."
We laughed, then paid the bill and left the restaurant.
Once outside, Denise offered, "You guys want to come over to my place for a
little bit, we can do whatever?"
Jennifer said, "Maybe some other time, I have to work tomorrow and I'm
feeling tired." . .
Denise asked me to call her later, then left.
I walked Jennifer to her car, and said, "Well, I'm glad you joined us. I'm
heading out of town soon, and I was hoping to talk with you again before I
left."
She smiled and said, "Yeah, this was nice."
We stood by her car and I said, "I need to ask you something"
She laughed and said, "Uh, oh."
I laughed back, then said, "It's not a trick question, you're safe."
Then I got this image in my head, about Jennifer's mother. Don't ask me where it
came from, because all I could tell you is that it came from up and to the
middle on my mind. So I asked Jennifer in a soothing voice, "Was your mother not
doing well, or was very sick not that long ago?" ()
She looked at me with slightly wide eyes and asked, "My mother? Why would you
ask me about her health?"
I told her exactly what came to me, which was, "I have this intuition that your
Mother was very ill not that long ago, and that's why you appreciate her so much
now."
She put her hand on my chest and said, "Oh my God! How did you know that?"
(I swear it just came to me, make whatever conclusions you want)
I said, "Because as close as you are to your mother, your concern for her
shows."
She just said, "Oh my god!" again.
I didn't want to let a negative energy weaken the night, so I said, "Well, I
take it she's fine now, so I'm glad you and she have more time to appreciate
each other now."
Jennifer looked me in the eye and said, "This is really strange."

I said, "Perhaps I shouldn't have said anything then. Listen, I didn't want to
make the night strange, so maybe I should go."
Jennifer said, "No, no, don't leave yet. I think that's very fascinating that
you were able to pick up on something like that."
Then she opened her car door and asked me to get in on the other side.
We sat and talked, and she told me what had happened with her Mother. But that
all was fine now, and she and her Mother have been much closer since then.
(Rest assured, this could have gotten negative if her Mother had still been ill.
But that's not the feeling I got, so that's why I mentioned it.)
Jennifer smiled and said, "You really are impressive. You MUST have really paid
attention to me at the club, or else there's no way you could have picked up on
that stuff about my Mother."
I said in a joking tone, "If you smile one more time, I'll be forced to leave."
For whatever reason, Jennifer reached over and began to kiss me. It was nice,
VERY nice, so I went with it.
This went on for a few minutes, but then she pulled away and said,
"That was impulsive of me. I'm not normally like that."
I said, "Yeah, we should probably call it a night." ()
As I got out of the car she revealed to me that she really felt that she could
trust me, but that being involved with a guy right now is a bad idea to her.
I said that was a mutual understanding, and I wished her a safe drive home.
As I was leaving she mentioned having gotten my "Warm Fuzzy" story, but had not
had a chance to read it yet. She promised to read it, and let me know what she
thought of it.
We said goodbye, and parted company. That was two weeks ago yesterday.
Sorry guys, but I'll have to conclude this Monday or Tuesday. It's after in
the morning right now, and this Sarger needs some sleepy-time, Mmkay?
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Subject: OH MY GOD, __ F$#%ED JENNY!!! (The Loooong Conclusion)
The Monday (Aug. st) following the Sunday dinner with Jennifer and Denise, I
got an e-mail from Jennifer saying how much she enjoyed my "Warm Fuzzy" story
and how she began to hear my voice as she was reading it. She asked me to send
her some more stuff, and also asked me to call her that week.
I e-mailed her back saying that I "may be busy all week, but will try." Also in
my reply, I used some of her own wording back on her. Then that night I sent her
.my "Lover's Dance" poem.
A couple of days later she e-mailed me saying that she enjoyed the poem, and
that she hoped I wasn't trying to romance her, because she wasn't looking for
romance right now.

I didn't reply to her e-mail, but instead called her the next day. I got her
answering machine, and after leaving my name, I said in a slow, calming voice,
"I got your e-mail, and wanted you to know, I'm not looking for romance right
now. The fact that I made you concerned enough to bring such a thing up, is
unfortunate. It was not my intention to get you to think of satin sheets on a
summer night, or images of bubble baths and whipped cream. I mean, you're a very
attractive woman, but I just don't see enough beyond that to warrant taking the
romance route, which I'm sure puts your mind at ease. Well, if nothing else,
you'd make a great friend. I'm glad we got this cleared up, for both our sakes.
Take care!" Then I hung up. (BTW- This was not something I just made up right
then and there, I had already written this out, and would have used it even if
she had answered the phone. The only difference is, I would have stayed on the
phone longer. If I had ended the phone conversation that quickly, it could have
been easily viewed as a "You can't fire me, because I quit" type of reaction
from me) ()
I didn't have access to my e-mail that night, so I didn't read her response
until the next day or so. Here is what she said:
I did not mean to be so paranoid, I'm just not used to a guy sending me poetry
and not wanting sex. My reaction was silly since l didn't give you a chance to
show me you were different. I like the idea of being friends, which is safe. And
to make it up to you let me treat you to a meal sometime. Does that sound fair?
Jennifer
I e-mailed her back saying that lunch the next day would be nice. I told her to
meet me at a Chinese restaurant I frequent at noon. (The manager there loves me
since I can speak a little Chinese)
She e-mailed me back and wrote:
No, I meant I would cook you a meal, here at my place.
Hmm, her place? Great idea! It has stuff inside it, stuff that I can ANCHOR to
ME!!! ()
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that day.
I called her (She was home this time) and I said that I would be there. I was
going to phone sarge her, but she had a girlfriend over and didn't want to be
rude by staying on the phone long.
We confirmed the dinner, and she gave me directions to her house. Then we hung
up.
When I arrived for dinner the next evening, I came with a brown paper bag under
my arm.
Jennifer answered the door and I said, "I come bearing gifts."
She said, "Don't tell me you brought wine?"
I replied, "No, it's not wine."

As she invited me in, she opened the bag, and gave a small laugh as she pulled
out the contents and asked, "You brought a candle?"
I smiled and said, "A three-wicked candle actually, and you'll like the aroma it
gives off."
She looked a little concerned and said, "Did you want me to light it tonight,
over dinner?"
I said, "The choice is yours. I find it to be an added enjoyment to a nice
dinner with a friend. The soothing flicker of the glowing wick, the pleasant
scent that rewards the nose, and in the right room, it can really add that
special touch that makes this dinner a memory worth recalling. () She smiled
and said, "Ever the poet I see."
We fluff talked pretty much until dinner was ready, but I began what was to be
my objective for the night. Since she had expressed not wanting a romance right
now, I didn't want to do a lot of direct connecting of desire and lust to me. So
instead I began to link her feelings for items in her home to me.
I began with a beautiful painting she had in her living room. It was a swirl of
reds, yellows, purples, and whites, and while not an actual painting OF
anything, it had a beautiful effect in the way the colors blended. So I asked
her, "I like your painting, where did you get it?"
She said she got it at some art gallery in San Diego. Her voice and mannerisms
told me that she had a fondness for this painting, so I asked, "What do you see
when you look at this painting?"
She didn't even have to look up from the pot she was stirring as she said, I
think of warm rain in the country, like when I used to visit my Grandmother back
east."
I said, "Ooh, that must make you feel really good every time you look at this."
She smiled and said, "I like it, yeah."
Then I began to link those feelings to me by saying, "I can see what you mean.
When you look at this (point to painting) you can almost feel that warmth. With
me, it's a comfortable feeling that you really enjoy."
She came back out of the kitchen and stood next to me and looked at the painting
as she said, "Yeah, almost like a warm fuzzy feeling." Then we laughed.
I continued with, "What a nice reward to give yourself. Every time you look at
this painting (point to painting) you get this reward (point to self) and it
warms you, just like those warm rains in the country."
She smiled and, said, "Yeah, I kind of feel warm right now, so the painting must
work."
We shared another laugh, then I walked around her living room and looked for
other items to anchor to me. I would compliment items I honesty liked, and paid
attention to her reaction to them. If the reaction was a very good one, I would
anchor it to me. For example, she had this set of three blue crystal birds on
her mantle. They had been something she bought during a trip to North Carolina,
when her parents moved out there sometime last year. Each bird represented each

of them; her, her mom, and her dad. So I said, "So it's like a part of them are
here with you, in your home."
She said, "Yeah, exactly. That's very intuitive of you... again." (Referring to
my intuition of her Mother having been ill)
We shared a laugh, then I asked her which one represented which person, making
sure to notice which one she said represented her.
After showing me her bird (no, not the middle finger, you *******!) I casually
ran a finger over the top of it as I said, "It's nice to have these reminders of
special people in our lives." Then I tapped my finger on it as I said, "You are
touched in a special way, by this special person (put my hand on my chest
briefly). So that simply by looking at this, you remind yourself of how special
this person is to you."
More fluff talk after that, then dinner was ready. She asked if it would look
dumb to have the candle lit, but still leave the lights on. I assured her that
this candle would make her feel good even if all the lights were on.
As we ate, she asked me about where I come up with my ideas for my poems and
stories. I smiled and jokingly said, "Sorry, Government secret, I can't reveal
my sources."
This got a laugh.
Then I ran some imagery on her. Nothing fancy, just very visually descriptive. I
said, "I am inspired by a great many things. Where some people just see an old
man sitting on a park bench, I see a young man with jet black hair, who once
held a beautiful blond woman in his arms, and they laughed together, as they
walked along the boardwalk under a starry night. And this young couple saved up
their money to afford the wedding they had always dreamed of. Everyone was
there, on this special day, under a beautiful birthday cake sky. A year later
this couple became parents, and years after that a tearful wave goodbye as their
only child drove off to college. And now, even in their old age, this couple
keeps romance alive. Because every year, on this day, at this time, they pretend
to meet for the first time, on this park bench, just like they did over
years. ()
Jennifer looked at me wide eyed at first.
I just smiled and said, "Or where others would see a rusty old car, I see a
machine that has had many owners, and with them, many stories. Like the first
time Timmy learned to drive, or when Helen returned home from the Hospital with
little baby Joey, or when Jerry went to his senior prom, or when Francine and
David drove cross-country on their honeymoon. Generations of memories, all in
this one... loving... lasting... car."
Jennifer said breathy, "That was really good. Did you just come up with that, I
mean, as you were talking?"
I smiled and said, "Modesty prevents me from denying that this was the case."
She laughed and said, "That was really good. I was really seeing those people
you were talking about."
I accepted her kind words, then we fluffed talked for a little while more.

After dinner, I said, "So, do I get the grand tour?"
She said after she finished putting the dishes in the dishwasher, and said I
could turn on the television if wanted to.
I said, "That's a good idea, we can see what kind of relationships are on TV."
(In reference to my Relationships/Television Pattern)
She cracked up and informed me, "I thought about that the other night. A
girlfriend of mine came over and we rented a romance movie, and I started
laughing. She thought I had lost my marbles, so I told her what you said. No
offense, but she thinks you have too much time on your hands."
I laughed and said, "So I take it there's no chance that she's my soul mate?"
Jennifer laughed again and said, "Doubtful."
Then she took me on a tour of her home (Two story, five-room layout. That's a
lot of rooms, but you could go almost a week without having sex in the same room
twice!)
During the tour she revealed to me that the dolls she had on a shelf over her
closet, were from different countries she had visited over the years. As she
spoke about the dolls, and which one came from which country, she really sounded
fond of them. One was from Germany, a place I've been to in the Army, so I chose
to anchor that doll. ()
I first asked if I could take it down, which she said was fine, then as I held
it, I said, "The great thing about Germany, is not just the great food, or the
abundant choice of beers, or even the wonderful old buildings and castles.
What's great, to me, about Germany, is how well the people there treat you."
She said, "I agree, they really made me feel good, they were patient with my
lack of knowing their language very well. They speak pretty good English,
fortunately."
I smiled, began stroking the doll's hair, and said, "Yeah, that's a nice form of
respect, don't you agree?"
She said, "Yeah, it was nice."
Then as I continued to stroke the doll's hair, I said, "Having that kind of
respect is like a connection. A connection between us (motioned back and forth
between us with the doll) that really makes you feel good. Because this allows
you to just relax, and enjoy this experience. Like a special friend, someone you
can really enjoy spending time with. So you can look upon this (holding up the
doll) and feel that special warmth from that connection"
Then I put the doll back, and we went into another room.
Nothing really stood out in the next room. But in her guest bedroom, there was a
VERY special item I could tell she had a special feeling toward. And the beauty
of it was, she literally gave me the words to anchor it'!!!

It was an old stuffed animal, a bear named Nathan, on it's own shelf. And while
it looked like ****, it caused her to recall some very special childhood
memories. Jennifer described it like this:
"Nathan was my first gift when I was born, my Grandmother gave it to me. And I
took him with me all over the place. He's been with me to every home I've lived,
he was with me all through college, and I even took Nathan to England with me,
so he's been around the world."
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wouldn't have the same power. So I got HER to hold it by asking, "Is he still as
fun to hold for you now, as it was when you were a little girl? ()
She said, "Always. He's worn and restitched all over, but I still love it." Then
she took it off the shelf and held it.
(It's important to note that she NEVER referred to that bear by anything other
than "Nathan" or "him" making it crucial that I do the same!)
As she held him, I tapped him a few times on the arm, then held my finger there
and said, "I can only IMAGINE THOSE FEELINGS of what Nathan means to you.
Knowing that as a little girl, he (tapped bear) was with you, so this (Put hand
on my chest) made you feel safe. And as you were growing up you knew that while
other girls loved Barbie dolls the most, you loved Nathan."
She said, "Well, I played with Barbie's too, but, yeah, I loved Nathan more."
I said, "That's a special friend."
She said "The most special."
Then I said, "So having him (tap, tap) in your life, was important to you I
gather?"
She said, "Oh, yeah. He saw me every time I cried, and saw me through the
awkward times of being a girl growing into a woman."
Then-l said, "It was special having him (tap, tap) for all the good times and
the bad. This special friend (tap) right here (hand on my chest) when you need
him. And every year as you grew up, here he was (point to self) here for you
through the hard times, and here to celebrate with you during the good times."
She tilted her head and said, "Yeah, there from the beginning and still here
now,"
I said, "Exactly. And you'll have him in your life long into the future." Then
squeezed her left arm slightly as said, "And that feels good, doesn't it?"
She smiled and said, "I must be comfortable around you; I shared a deep secret
with you."
We laughed, then she put Nathan back on his shelf, and we left the room.
It had gotten dark outside, so I suggested we step out onto the upstairs
balcony, so I could see what kind of view she had.
Once outside, I looked up into the sky and said, "Look at all those stars."

She looked up and said, "It's usually like this around here."
Then I did my "Star of __op" pattern.
(If you don't have this pattern, don't e-mail me for it, it's no longer in my
files. Perhaps one of the other Brothers has it. Although I will have a printed
copy with me at the Palo Alto seminar)
Then I decided to call it a night, a take-away.
We hugged goodnight, then she said, "Maybe just one." Then kissed me.
The next morning I e-mailed her, thanking her for dinner and telling her what a
nice home I thought she had. Then I added, "Keep the candle. It's a way of
making what was a nice night between friends, last longer."
For the week that followed, I was not able to get to a computer with AOL in it,
so I couldn't check my e-mail.
Then last week I read an e-mail that Jennifer had sent, saying that she felt we
should keep a distance from each other for awhile, because she was feeling
strange about our relationship. I replied back that I would respect her wishes
and would not contact her until she contacted me first. ()
Then, this past Sunday, I got an e-mail from Jennifer, asking me to please call.
I called, and she said that she felt very confused when she had wrote the "let's
keep a distance" e-mail, because she was feeling things for me that were just
too soon for her. But that she realized that since I had not tried, to pressure
her into anything, that her feelings must be what she truly wants to feel.
I said, "And how do you feel about me?"
She said, "Can we talk face to face?"
I said, "Sure. Do you want me to come over there, or would you like to come over
to my place?"
She opted to come over to my place. (Fortunately, I was staying at my, old place
for a few weeks, so we would be alone, which is why I offered)
When she arrived, she sat down and took a deep breath. Then she said, "This may
make you very uncomfortable, but I have to tell you, I think I'm in love with
you. It's weird, I know, but that's how I feel. You don't have to feel the same
way, but I wanted to talk to you face to face anyway."
I sat opposite from her on the couch and said, "You make me feel really good
too, but are you sure it's love you feel? I mean, the thought of spending time
with you is a great feeling, but with my busy schedule, I wouldn't be able to
devote the time you might need for a relationship."
She said, "I know, I know, I thought about that. But, well, I have to find
something out."
And with that she came over to where I was, and kissed me... REALLY
kissed me.
We were quiet for a moment, then she said, Say something.
I said, "That felt really nice."
She let out a small laugh and said, "Yeah, really nice."
Then I said to her, "While I'm not looking for a relationship in the traditional
sense, perhaps we could do what my friend, Rachel is doing."
She asked what that was, so l did the "Long Distance Relationship" pattern on
her. ()
(DO NOT REQUEST THIS PATTERN, it's only going to be shared at the Palo Alto
seminar)
After I finished, she scanned my eyes (a good sign) and said, "That might be the
best thing for us."
Then she scooted closer to me and whispered, "Will you kiss me again?"
So, what the hell, I kissed her again!
That led to more heated kissing, which lead to rubbing, which lead to more
passionate things. And then we slowly took each other's clothes off, and did,
well, more passionate things.
(That's the end of the story, but there is an interesting note that I must
mention.
Jennifer revealed to me that what got her so determined today, was that the
other day she had been doing some major cleaning (something she says she did out
of frustration with her feelings for me, and wanting to get her mind off of it)
and accidentally knocked one of her blue crystal birds off the mantle, onto the
tiled floor near the fireplace, breaking the beak. She cried, because she really
liked the blue bird. And that when she went outside onto the balcony to .get
some air, she saw the stars, and thought of me again. Thinking about how not
paying attention to what she was doing damaged something she had attached
feelings to, she realized that by not listening to her feelings for me, she
might damage whatever chance she had with me)()

 

[AMF]

For f*ck's sake

STOP TYPING

 

[DJ_Dork]

oh blah bleeh blah ablah asdsaasfasfasfasfs i fukked her lol omfg!!! blah blah blah.

 

[iMat]

That's NOT cool.

If I was that mother's kid, I'd be so f*cking traumatized, I'd probably break down, and God help me when I go mad.

--iMat