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*WARNING* - This post is extremely long. It follows the long running saga (since May this year) of my successful though incomplete seduction of a girl in the attempt to master my game. I learned (and am still learning) an absolute sh1tload about myself and women through this experience, so am posting so some of you can learn from my mistakes and successes. I assure you the time you take in reading this will be well spent!
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Some of you may remember me from 2004/05 - a complete newbie, I partially completed Bootcamp while still a virgin. Since then I enjoyed (mostly!) a 2 year relationship and went on hiatus from the site. Thank f*ck, the lessons from this site stayed buried in my subconscious long after I left (good news for you keyboard jockeys :p)

The story begins at an outdoor bar in early May, having a casual drink with my mates. Recently out of a draining LTR and snowed under with work...women, DJing and SoSuave were the furthest things from my mind. I had not made let alone planned a cold approach for what felt like a f*cking lifetime! An HB8 (we'll call her Shorty from now on - though she's not short...don't ask why!) bounds up to me from nowhere - very sexy and revealing clothing despite the mild weather. The whole nature of her being just screamed "ATTENTION WH0RE".

She starts asking me all this basic info about myself - the chat is flirty though unspectacular, but my embedded knowledge of the DJ Bible comes out. I’m effortlessly able to plant the seed of attraction in her using my conversational skills, without caring or thinking too much. You see, she was on the last day of a holiday and came from a different state (Sydney, I live in Melbourne for you Aussies), so I didn't care what came of our little 10 minute meeting. This, as you'll find out undoubtedly messed with her head - indifference is the most powerful technique in the PUA's arsenal

Apparently, she thought I was cute and wanted to say hello (good sign). What I didn't realise was that she was approaching many guys that evening, while her less confident though sluttier friends watched on! Having become recently obsessed with the Facebook phenomenon, she gets my name so she can add me. Can't hurt, I figure.

The first concerning thing I notice about Shorty’s Facebook profile is the enormous quantity of friends and the train of AFCs that had poked/hugged/karate kicked/grinded with her :p She was also meeting people through the dating apps like “Are You Interested?” and “Hot or Not?” Her pics are also quite hot, and unsurprisingly attracted comments from supplicating guys about how beautiful her eyes are.

Back down to Earth with a thud (being cold approached by an HB8 is rare I’m sure!), I’m about to give up on this chick when I notice this personality test on her profile – 30% Extraversion. WTF? A girl that demonstrates such attention *****ish behaviour would typically be highly extroverted! Also one of her dislikes was “rich people” and her favourite quotes were all soppy crap from romance films.

Though I never met many full-blown attention hoes in my Bootcamp days, my picture of them was clear – daddy’s little angel, always got what she wanted, attracted to power and money, and most of all incapable of enjoying her own company (an introvert). Think Paris Hilton

My impression of Shorty didn’t fit the mould. Highly intrigued by the psychological contradictions all over her profile, and tantalised by the immense challenge of seducing/brain-picking such a desired girl, my previous thought to leave her to the AFC masses collapsed entirely. It was time to get back in the game and this was a gifted scenario.

We chat occasionally for two weeks or so – she responds to me straight away, whereas I typically waited two days or so between each message. She’s actually quite a decent conversationalist, and our messages aren’t a mindless bore as I expected them to be. Still, I realised I have in no way differentiated myself from the masses. Just when I begin to wonder what the f*ck I’m doing gaming an interstate chick online (!), she tells me she’s coming back to Melbourne in a fortnight with her parents. “You were in Melbourne a few weeks ago, what is it about our awesome city that you so enjoy?” I ask. “My Dad is VIP at the Casino. We get free flights and hotel rooms, so I’m down quite a bit,” answers she!

The puzzle pieces were falling into place! I had to get a piece of that rich arse! The next step was simple – I offered to show her around the city and take her bar hopping. With no friends in the city, how could she refuse!?

Fast forward to the night and I meet her outside the casino (most exclusive hotel in the city). Heels, sexy thin top, mini shorts, nice makeup, cleavage EVERYWHERE! Attention *****ish yes, skanky no. Still I looked like a casual bum in comparison. The beauty of the situation was I barely looked at her body, didn’t compliment her appearance, I acted as indifferent as I would if she was covered head to toe in a burkha. This was 8pm. 7 hours later, after the longest 1st date in my lifetime, I walked her back to the same place. There we made out for 30 seconds before being caught in the act by an ageing security guard. “Sorry kids, but we can’t have that in the foyer” At least his c0ckblock was accompanied by a visible twinge of guilt :p

At first Shorty was extremely nervous, mainly because she barely knew me, and partially because “I was cute”. I learnt that she’s one of those chicks who is a fearless lion around AFCs and guys she’s not physically attracted to, but with the rest she becomes a meek kitten. Conversation and rapport building was key, and luckily this is the main aspect of my game I have under control. We talked about everything – funny stuff, serious stuff, embarrassing stuff, sexy stuff (though never direct). I latched on to the things we had in common and enthusiastically played them up, giving a much more positive impression of our time together.

The entire evening I was subtly playing her with Gunwitch techniques – eye contact, voice control, some kino though less than ideal. And while this was going on we shifted – ****tail place, jazzy place, RnB place, hot chocolate place, and various sections of the casino. In my first date after my break-up, it began to feel like many dates in one. All the old SoSuave lessons came flooding back and it wasn’t nearly as difficult it is once seemed – make the girl feel comfortable by being fun and relaxed, use powerful non-verbal techniques, and shift locations – that’s really all!

Shorty was portraying such an engaging, charming personality that I genuinely grew to like her, almost frustrated that we were unable to date properly (being in different states and all). By now the pre-conceived ideas about her attention *****ish behaviour were wiped from my mind – but was all that a mirage or was I being played? We covered such wide and deep territory in our conversations that she began telling me about her ambition to become more outgoing, more confident (why she agreed to meet me) and to find herself after a bad relationship with her ex-fiance.

MUTHER F…! Yep that’s right, fresh baggage! :)

I didn’t delve but apparently the guy grew insanely jealous of her having male friends and tried to control her. Not surprisingly, she grew frustrated and dumped his AFC arse before the wedding. I had to give credit to a girl who can make such a life changing decision for the better. We both agreed that jealousy sucks (Eg “Jealousy only comes about when a person can’t control their own negative emotions and insecurities”). All this basic psychological insight gave me major brownie points with this girl...

Sex was out of the question as her father was waiting up in their hotel room. But regardless, and call it oneitis or whatever, but I liked Shorty too much to push for sex so soon. She sent me a text soon after saying how much it sucked that we don’t live in the same city.

In the few months following this “super date”, Shorty wasn’t really on my mind except for the few occasions we messaged each other on Facebook. I was using my return to form by meeting other women and even picking up a nice f*ck buddy along the way. Online game however is incredibly easy, especially with a girl you’ve already kissed. It didn’t take much effort to keep the attraction level up with a few well timed messages, without making the critical mistake of being too available. She was having “guy problems” the whole time, while I was the chilled out Melbourne guy on the sidelines, teasing her with my distance. She would ALWAYS initiate the messages – perfect!
 

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Eventually, plans to have her September birthday celebrations with me in Melbourne were hatched, and she was excitedly messaging me with the news. It felt like a forgone conclusion…the simple fact that I was unavailable all that time sent my value in her eyes through the roof!

My wingman (though being a strict Christian, has little game!) and I roll up to meet Shorty and her entourage (HB7, two HB6’s and an HB3 – disappointing but I didn’t care, Shorty being the clear pick of the group) at the same hotel foyer we made out all those months ago. All 5 were dressed incredibly sexily (making the best of what they had), and tipsy from the pre-drinks, were noisy and excitable (except Shorty who later admits being nervous because she “wanted to get into my pants bad” :p). Three of them are also major sluts! Within 5 minutes my Christian wingman is walking down the street, arms interlocked with a b1tch on each side, cheesy grin on his face. Heads were turning everywhere, especially in the tram where the sluttier girls began loudly discussing topics inappropriate for public consumption. Then in the first alarming sign of her confusing lifestyle, Shorty (who was turning 25 mind you) began to match their loudness and obnoxious behaviour. Like a completely different person to the sweet and gentle girl I knew on our date, her true colours came out.

Plans to get two of them laid that night were publicly aired. Us guys, normally fairly conservative 24 year olds, felt somewhat out of place chaperoning these wild party chicks that you sometimes see making a fool out of themselves in bars, to the derision of other women and glee of horny young males. You’ve all seen them before! We exchanged more than one glance on the way to the club that read “what the f*ck have we gotten ourselves into?!”

But the simple fact was, I was a pimp that night and could do no wrong! And like a good pimp does, I phoned up my single friends to come and join the party so they’d stop whinging about their barren sex lives!

With the attraction already generated in May, and left to brew for a few months, the combination of holiday, birthday and alcohol made Shorty putty in my hands. I barely even spoke to be honest…just a few flirty convos and nice little C&F push-pull routine that thoroughly confused and excited her (textbook party girls respond well to textbook game). Mostly I reclined back in the booth with my arms stretched along the backrests, drinking shots and other drinks that Shorty shouted the group (I of course bought her a token few). Before long she was caressing/tickling me, kissing my ear and neck, and looking at me with those doggy dinner bowl eyes. I did kino/kiss back but my comparative laid-back-ness and patience visibly confused her.

Before my other mates had a chance to show up, and only 10 minutes after Shorty’s birthday countdown and tequila shot (midnight), two of the biggest sluts came back to the booth with two German backpackers. They were ripped, good-looking dudes too! In a flash they began to start feeling each other and making out, and before long all four went back to the hotel room! Scumbags! That was my hotel room dammit :p Don’t want no stained “Euro Sex Parties” bed!

A couple of hours later, once the night started to wind down and I was sure the German backpacker sex was over (the only two left were the HB3 and the off-limits cousin…so my mate lost again!), my Christian wing shook my hand with a sh1teating grin on his face and whispered “Good luck” (later I found out why). Soon after the rest of us left and went to Maccas. Shorty was sobering up but still affectionate (ideal right?) when an AFC fanboy (HUGE Indian guy) who knew her from back home came bursting in to work his charms. The bastard tried to AMOG me from the word go by saying I looked 12 years old but I laughed it off and acted like his friend. This disarmed him and showed her I was beyond jealous, aggressive bullsh1t, but he continued to speak directly to her and flaunted his wealth. “I like my poor boys,” I clearly remember her saying. That’s me for sure! I just sat back with my Cheeseburger, observed, and admired the lengths he went to just to prove himself. As we walked away she commented about how much he freaked her out…lol!

It was quite late by the time we found ourselves in the hotel room. The others were fast asleep from their full body workout, but luckily there was a small sofa bed section cut into a window with a curtain. Suddenly Shorty was nervous again, so it was critical to take things slow and be charming. Admiring the view turned to gentle kino to kissing and stroking to full on make out session. 5am - f*cking finally! Exploring her ears, neck, boobs, hearing her moan….then….suddenly prevented from further exploration!

“There’s something I have to tell you…I kinda have my period….it started today and I was really pissed….otherwise we’d totally have sex”

It took every ounce of strength to keep the frustration of my face, eke out a chuckle and say “Oh never mind! For a moment I thought you were going to say you were a man!” Now we’re laughing, so I cheekily whispered, “who said I was planning to have sex with you anyway?” Completely missing the point of the C&F, she smiles and replies, “yeah I really like you because you’re one of the few guys that don’t give off the impression that you only want to get into my pants.” How cute! :) Clearly the lack of body worshipping, direct sex talk (Gunwitch, kissing and kino is fine though), and indifference to her feminine approaches gave her this impression.

We cuddle a bit before I leave, and purposely leave the ball in her court for her last day in town. “I’m busy during the day but give me a buzz in the evening and we’ll hang out.” Dawn is streaming through our makeout window as I reach down to replace my shoes. Still composed though moderately horny after the near conquest, my bleary eyes focus on a slimy used condom, right beside my shoelace. MOTHER F*CKER! That should be mine you filthy areshole tourist! :D And it slowly began to twig - my mates were smirking because they knew Shorty had her period! It turns out HB3 told them, and they kept me in the dark, as all good wingmen do.

Next morning, with my over-analytical mind and all, I couldn’t help but feel I may have been played. She likes me because I’m NOT trying to get into her pants….and look at her army of admirers and her unquenchable craving for attention. And somewhat ashamed of her friends’ promiscuous behaviour, perhaps her ASD is much more advanced than I originally figured it to be? Was the period faked? News of which was deviously intended to reach me through my friends? But before I could mentally mindf*ck myself, the call came at 8pm. Three of us (the two big sluts had left already) just chilled out in the hotel room eating chocolate and watching movies. As I lay there, Shorty was leaning over me like I was her boytoy – kissing, rubbing and admiring me – while attempting to carry on a convo with HB3. Quite frankly, it was AWESOME!

HB3 leaves to find some company, so I take the lead and begin another dominant makeout session. It was much better than last night, with more teasing as I knew what was afflicting her (use teasing wisely DJs – have her beg for it and differentiate yourself from 90% of guys). The poor girl even suggested slipping me inside her right then as her period seemed to have JUST finished! “You’re dirty, missy. Next time!” was all I could manage. Was starting to the think that a loyal interstate f*ck buddy was the perfect scenario – no strings, only holiday sex! Before long she takes me to the makeout window, and while admiring the stunning 20th floor view of my city (and the bobbing head of a pretty vixen) received an incredibly passionate bl0wjob – tongue stud and all. If you had an apartment in the neighbouring highrise, you’d have witnessed a hot peepshow!

With her head on my chest, she couldn’t stop purring over the fact that I was with her at the start of her birthday (12pm night out), and was there at the end, but that it felt like we were together much longer. Clearly satisfied, but still intrigued by her enigmatic sensuality and mystery surrounding her true personality, the conquest had barely begun!

I had intended to write the full story now (to seek some freaking advice!), but this has taken me bloody hours already and we are due to meet again in two hours.

So please come back soon for the rest of the saga…and hear about my near miss incident at a cheap hotel, bullsh1t female games I had todeal with, jealous exes, and “THE INCIDENT” where my stress levels shot through the roof and everything momentarily went to sh1t.
 

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What's happened since September?

BTW, you should have f*cked her anyway, period or no.

(Nice writing style, dude. A little affected, but nice.)
 

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Good stuff man.

You gamed the AW well but just keep in mind just about everything they tell you is bullsh!t and the passionate sex/BJ's from them aren't because they are into you its because they are trying to make you think they are into you so they can get you to fall deleriously in love with them and control you.

Then they can dump you without remorse because that is how their sick minds work.

Just keep your emotions turned off when dealing with her and focus on ways to outgame her and you should do fine.

She got louder than her friends during that one part of your tale because she had to be the center of attention since attention is all they have in life to make them feel good.

And no matter how good you think you gamed her she is going to test you by openly disrespecting you and getting with other guys right in front of your face kissing and what not and even standing you up when you make plans with her.

It hasn't seemed to happen yet with you but it will if she's a true AW before all is said and done.
 

Just because a woman listens to you and acts interested in what you say doesn't mean she really is. She might just be acting polite, while silently wishing that the date would hurry up and end, or that you would go away... and never come back.

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*STORY CONTINUED*

As I was walked to the door at dawn for the second night in a row, Shorty was begging for the chance to be my tour guide in Sydney. Having been asked more than once over the weekend, the practiced response came out easily. That a holiday sounds awesome but work is hectic at the moment, so it might happen but I can’t promise anything. Plus, I’d already allotted time to a roadtrip. In truth, I could have jumped on a plane next week! I had long been keen to grace that city with my presence, but we all know agreeing in that context would have been extreme supplication.

To my hidden delight she let slip that her next visit was already arranged, but playfully refused to reveal the date. A bet was suggested – whoever visits the other first receives a free dinner. My brain almost exploded in interpreting which option would hurt my bank balance more :)p), but matching her enthusiasm I gave the impression that I was fiercely competitive when it came to such challenges. (“I could show up when you least expect it…this road trip is halfway to your place! Oh and I like lobster :)”)

The following month went by quickly. Following the same “formula” as the last interval, I sent the odd message here and there and engaged in a few more ‘deep’ and ‘wide’ rapport-building Facebook threads, but never became too available. I also eased off on obvious “flirting” to make the conversations more comfortable and keep from looking like a sleaze. I knew she wanted more…no need to f*ck things up by acting like a horny keyboard jockey. Still, this didn’t stop her from telling me about joining a gym to get “sexified” for her next trip to Melbourne! The tables were well and truly turned – she was now subtly validating herself to me.

This is where my favourite AFC “rival” (we’ll call him Taters…don’t ask either!) joins the story! Shorty also met Taters in Melbourne and took her entourage to meet him the night before her birthday (in September). The fact that she even mentioned him to me in detail (prior to the bl0wjob) proved her attention wh0rish characteristic of using other guys to make one jealous. Fully aware of this, I was impenetrable to her games! Even so, I quickly realised Taters was no threat at all. In fact, he would unknowingly assist me just by being himself…without sounding like a prick, I love this guy!

On their first (and only real) date he was so nervous that he visibly shook, and showered her with many shallow appearance-based compliments. He held her hand as they walked from the café and asked for a kiss, raving afterwards via text how the peck made him feel like he was floating on clouds (I’m serious people :p). Speaking honestly of her first impressions, Shorty told me how adorable he was and how he seemed like such a nice guy. But rather than next him like most women, she kept him on the AFC friend train to massage her fragile self-esteem and ego.

So following her birthday trip, while I strapped myself into the backseat, Taters added her on MSN and spoke with her almost EVERY DAY. What’s more, he’d try to flirt with her at every opportunity using cheesy innuendos (I’ve been shown some!) and commentaries on how good a kisser she was. Unbeknownst to me at the time, this contrast was earth-shattering. Later she revealed how she’d grown more attracted to me and began to miss my company because I didn’t talk with her all the time. Feigning mild disbelief at her logic, she further shared that she WONDERED IF I WAS ACTUALLY INTERESTED! This is an obvious facet of the seduction game, but is it really emphasised enough somewhere in the DJ Bible? Since there are AFCs all over hot women at all times, they will do the seduction for you! Just give them space, rather than getting all sh1tty and jealous for no reason.

With Shorty’s arrival date now set (Early November), I received a 2am drunken text one weekend night asking what I was up to. Bored in a club and seemingly horny, she made her intentions clear as daylight and we ended up having a text sex session! Apparently she wanted to see me naked except for a tie and wished to keep me in her house so we could “play” all the time. This was all well and good besides the fact that the sexual tension was increasing FAR too much. You’ve all heard the analogy that the longer you talk, the faster a chick closes her legs? Same thing here….I felt my inability to act was starting to f*ck things over!

Sure enough, less than two weeks before arrival date, I received some terribly frustrating news on Facebook. Yep…she suddenly found herself a new boyfriend. As much as I hate to admit it, I was pissed! The teasing, the games, the near-miss opportunity, my inner desire to score the seduction, the dinner bet! Plus I’d done nothing wrong…just my lack of availability had shifted from a blessing to a curse. My wise female wingman was convinced it was another test or immature play for attention. So I played it cool. The messages are still stored so please read for yourself:

Shorty: hmmmmm unfortunately.. tickling is all i can to you this time.
lol, i got myself a BF... last week.. kinda strange.. but meh...
we'll see how this one plays out i guess.

Me: oh? you found yourself a boyfriend so suddenly? Why 'meh' and 'strange' though? aren't you happy?!

Shorty: well... see i feel weird about it.
like not comfy...

u know.. when you've just been hanging out with someone for soo long (6months)
then all of a sudden ur dating.... it just feels like.. we are just friends.. still in my mind. Kinda weird.. dating a friend feeling.

i'm the same really..not overly happy that i have a Bf.. yet... not exactly sad at the same time.. if u get what i mean...

Me: aw you sound a bit confused..must be really stressful being stuck in such a situation, cos the start of dating should be awesometastic right? :) You deserve to be happy, as of course you are a cool chick, and your dating life has been a bit unlucky this year...

But anyway enough of that for now!

I am a man of my word, and it looks like I owe you a dinner for being the first to make the trip over. So, very much looking forward to a nice meal with you as friends. :) If you haven't been to the Italian quarter of Melbourne (Lygon Street) before, you're in for a treat!

Shorty: Yeah, i know i'm suppose to feel all great and wonderful about it.. but i just don't.. i'm even thinking ... or maybe even knowing that it won't last till xmas.
YUP!!!! thats how weird i'm feeling.....
i give it 8 weeks~! maybe not even......... i dunno.

couldn't u just move here! lol.
 

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Two days later she announced a break-up. WTF???!! By now I have no idea what the f*ck is going on inside that head. But I did know the game was back on. Call me crazy for not nexting, but I like danger and unpredictable situations more than I really should!

With Shorty finally back in town for just a couple of days, my Christian wing and I arrange to meet the girls late in the evening. Her “sexification” was quite noticeable (remember I thought her top shelf last time) – it was actually quite difficult to handle her self-validating remarks (“look at my tan, don’t you think it’s hot?”) without coming off as a heartless prick nor a supplicating fool. Because she clearly looked very appealing, and I wanted to sex her right there on the street :p BUT yet another obstacle had already reared it’s ugly head! On the phone before we met she lamented that their hotel (el cheapo place this time) disallowed guests after 11pm. Was this an insurmountable c0ckblock or more bullsh1t ASD?

But the interesting thing about this night was, having become fast friends with Shorty, Taters was along for the ride! Apparently I was the only one who felt comfortable with the clash. Not long in the club, he starts telling my wingman he is uncomfortable about being there and doesn’t want to cut my grass. This he had already mentioned to Shorty, who henceforth grew uncomfortable on how I might react. To ease the tension I could not feel but knew surely existed, I opened up a conversation with him. Now I have almost zero experience dealing with AFC c0ckblockers, AMOGs and rivals, but within 2 minutes he began supplicating to me in exactly the same way. “I hope you’re not annoyed or uncomfortable that I came tonight…blah blah blah”

Sincerely I just told him something along the lines of, “Mate, don’t worry about it one bit, we’re all friends here, it’s good to be able to meet you!” We talked for long while, and with a minimum of fuss Taters grew quite comfortable with me.

In the meantime, Shorty was downing the drinks and starting to look a little unsteady on her feet. Like schizophrenic clubbers, the girls combined moments of crazy dancing (girl grinding, that thing where they crouch down and back up again) with downtime on a big couch, watching the rest of us. Once my wing left, they pulled off Taters’ and my belts and used them in their lesbianesque, wild party girl dance moves. So incongruent to our non-drunken behaviour, I wondered if the rest of the subdued club patrons were thinking Taters and I brought a couple of escorts along for a night out!

Soon all of us are back on the couch. Shorty kissing me for the first time that evening, and…………to my shock, Taters is making out with the HB6 slut (We’ll call her Mini…because every skirt she wears barely goes past her undies!). Bear in mind, Mini is Shorty’s BEST FRIEND!

The rest of the night was more of the same – me trying not to think about what potential disasters were in store. Both girls keen to sneak us into the hotel (there was a third too); they hatched a plan for us all to enter at staggered intervals. Shorty went alone first, followed in 5 minutes by Taters and me. Confidently we strode through the foyer, looking quite spruce and sober. The attendant was a middle aged man of unknown ethnic origin, with thick, quite comical Coke-bottle glasses. “What room number are you in, gentlemen?” His voice was slow, deep, resonating and much too loud for 4am :) “242,” we declared in unison (great start). “And how many of you in the room?” he asked equally formally. I felt like we were being quizzed by some wise wizard beside a haunted forest pathway! Were we worthy of being granted passage to the Land of No-Strings Sex?!

Be careful it’s a riddle, I thought. “3,” replied Taters. “Have a good night, gentleman,” responded Bespectacled Wizard Dude. Half expecting him to hand over an oversized old-school rusted key, and giddy from our great success, we took two strides toward the lift before being smote down by an unexpectedly firm hand. “You guys aren’t in 242, GET OUT!” barked the plainclothes security guard. Feeling no bigger than a couple of mischievous hobbits, we turned full circle and marched towards the exit. Grey clouds seemed to be forming over Bespectacled Wizard Dude as he watched us with disgust. “WHY DO YOU LIE TO ME?!” he bellowed, much slower, louder and deeper than before! Lamely (and with hindsight comically) I responded, “but we are in 242”. My voice is also deep, but in comparison and under the stressful circumstances I sounded like a tortured animal. It was one of my funniest moments in recent memory, but at the time we were totally cut! Still have no idea how the guard knew, considering we were waiting quite a distance away.

Shorty called me from the room, quite angry about us being kept apart yet again. “Tomorrow we’ll go up before 11pm…why did I choose this f*cking hotel?! Sorry Duke.” Lucky I had Taters to drive me home to enable more valuable sleeping time. But instead of reflecting on his near conquest of Mini, all he could talk about (before I thankfully changed the subject) was his unfulfilled desire to get with Shorty, because she’d laid down “ground rules” LOL!
AFC mistake #1 – don’t let any b1tch give you ground rules.

To be continued….
 

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Day 2 was already arranged – my mate and I were to take them to the beach for a day trip. The beach was pretty uneventful, which kinda sucked, especially since the girls kept mocking the quality of sand and lack of waves (bay beach as opposed to ocean beach). The entire mood between Shorty and myself had shifted markedly – we weren’t talking as much, and the flirty sexual tension fuelled vibe we had going was almost non-existent. Had I really done anything wrong last night apart from NOT getting in her pants? The whole uncertainty, time commitment, being teased by a hot bikini and negative self talk about whether or not I had developed crippling oneitis was totally ruining my day. So rather than supplicate by working for her attention I just hung back in the expectation she’d come back around to me (knowing full well I had but one night to score). But by the time my friend shouted them all ice cream I just wanted to f*cking go home!

You may recall I still owed her a freaking meal! So you can imagine my poor mindstate at the prospect of waiting in their “forbidden” hotel room while they all got themselves dolled up for a group dinner hosted by yours truly. This scenario did end up playing itself out in all its glory (thank god for sport on TV), but prior to this the tide completely shifted to the positive! I was complimented on my cuteness when emerging from the shower, the friends were chatting and enjoying my company, and then Shorty came to lie with me on the bed. Her girls snuck out the door to pick up supplies and in the blink of an eye; she is her sweet charming self once more. She admits to discomfort in showing her body in public (despite perpetual cleavage displays??), especially around guys she likes. We end up talking for much too long, and it’s so comfortable I almost forget that the golden opportunity has been engineered! My hands get to work and soon we’re making out.

DOOR BUZZER!

It’s some guy with the wrong room!! Random c0ckblocking idiot! :D Back to square one…5 minutes later with hands under her top…door suddenly opens. The damn friends are back! Grrrrrrrrr. And from this point on the aforementioned “dolling up” period was painfully endured. Still, the lesson learned here is that an absence of IOIs does not ALWAYS mean she’s not interested. It could be an awkwardness brought about by external factors, a lack of confidence or even lack of experience. Just take charge and make her feel comfortable without being needy.

At dinner, now much more aware of Shorty’s true personality and masked shyness, I’m running the show. The plan has already formulated – charm them at dinner, have a few drinks in a stylish ****tail bar, make a move at 10pm and head back to the hotel sans friends. We fluff talk about many things, including their joint desire to film their own reality TV show (or appear on Big Brother….*sigh*). I receive a text from my f*ck buddy, who on top of becoming extremely needy of late has an inkling that my “Sydney Girl” is in town. She had begun to text me many times a day and frankly it was getting old. I comment innocently that there’s this girl that texts me at all hours of the day, usually with nothing much to say except “I’m bored”. “OH my god, she likes you!” they chorus, as if this insightful conclusion was a mystery to a mere man. This veers the conversation towards the problems they’ve all had in the past with clingy males, and I start asking for their opinions on various issues such as texts versus phonecalls.

In the ****tail bar, I am REALLY enjoying Shorty’s company. She has an engaging, charming personality and a genuine friendliness (that comes out when interacting with bar staff/waiters etc). I can see why a million AFCs are after her. The question remains….why does she crave attention? She begins to tell me that Taters is jealous of me, along with her ex-fiance, and most jealous of all – her very recent ex-boyfriend (let’s call him Francis). I found out they had dated (and f*cked) casually for the last few months before having that pathetic excuse for an exclusive relationship. He tried to pressure her into NOT seeing me when she came over. Bear in mind we’d had TWO meetups that mattered in the last 6 MONTHS, and had not even gone all the way! Was Francis really that threatened by me or was this more devious game-playing on her part?

Every guy she ever met, she tells me, turned into some kind of stalker. They’d seem normal for a while, but then would cling pathetically to her and grow jealous of her platonic male friends. Even following a break-up they’d try to control her or make her uncomfortable with their AFC bullsh1t. Sounded to me like she saw this side of men MUCH more often than other women I’ve known. I empathise and wonder aloud why so many of my gender have lost their inner strength. “Somehow too many guys these days lack genuine self-worth, so instead place their sense of happiness on what they own or control” I point to the example of frequent texter girl (no mention of f*ck buddy) making me feel uncomfortable due to her stalkerish behaviour. “We have something else in common!” I joke. She looks at me seriously and lets slip a gem of a compliment - “I’d feel like stalking a guy too if he was different from the rest.”

After a little more fluff talk and kissing I decide the moment is right to shift location to the hotel. Excuse myself for a toilet break, sit back down on the stool next to her and check my watch. HOW IS THIS F*CKING POSSIBLE!!! 10:50PM….I SCREWED IT UP AGAIN. “Oh wow, look at the time,” I exclaim. “Yeah it’s not late at all,” is her lame reply. I don’t think the full repercussions had yet twigged! Completely sober on my fourth drink until then, a million thoughts go rushing through my head. What do I do?? The stress and alcohol mix into a deadly ****tail and mild dizziness results. “Remember the hotel problem, we’ll need to jump in a taxi if we’re gonna make it,” I blurt with a cheeky smile, using what remained of my composure to kill all signs of desperation. “I think it’ll look a bit suss if we rush in on the dot of eleven,” she says. She’s right, but I’m VERY concerned about the complete absence of a negative reaction from her to the prospect of NO sex. After the bl0wjob, text sex and last night, this is beyond bad.
 

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I began to stew, but what could I say or do? An AFC would complain; a crybaby would leave. What would a DJ do? What’s worse is my beach bag was still up in the room, so I was out for the night with them whether I liked it or not! No longer knowing or caring how to react I used my typical “uncomfortable situation” defence. Smile, laugh and brush it off. “Haha we have such evil luck…I feel like I’m in a Ben Stiller comedy!” This helped somewhat, but I was in desperate need of a wingman or male friend for some shred of moral support. Went for a walk to the rooftop bar to “check out it” and clear my head of negativity like, “you are a pathetic excuse for a DJ….you’re just one of the legions of AFCs…..you’ll never score with this sexy sexy ho….just cut your losses now.”

Taters eventually arrived around the same time as some dude and his quiet friend (who are friends of the 3rd HB4 friend). I’m now stuck with Shorty while Taters tries to suck up to Mini. Now hard for me to run an engaging vibing conversation, I tell her that my Mum will be up in Sydney (her city) for work in two weekend’s time, and has accommodation in a swank hotel.

Shorty now exuberantly and excitedly suggests plans for me to fly up with her and stay for free in the hotel. My interest piqued but having not fully recovered from her seeming rejection I must have seemed visibly disinterested. “I have a better idea…..fly up and come stay in my apartment!” she offers with a smile. Now this is an amazing offer, particularly so close to Christmas with me itching to escape my city for a weekend, but you can imagine my reluctance in agreeing right then and there.

We all head to some other sh1tty excuse for a club because the girls want to dance and party. Found a nice couch, but rather than “party and dance” all they wanted to do was get with their men! I’d done that enough…all that was left to do was seal the deal. In between kissing bouts and dealing with the unwanted attention of a lonely AFC who latched onto us (felt so bad for not helping by dropping him a note saying sosuave.net), Shorty kept claiming that she felt uncomfortable with public displays of affection. I ignored this – judge a girl by her actions not words. Inevitably the convo got onto sex. “I don’t really have a strong libido….I’m happy to stay out late partying….I’m not as horny as my friends”

*BUZZER* Typical ASD, she thinks her friends act like sluts and doesn’t want to come across that way. Also I had already established that she doesn’t like men that only want one thing. Sex is a trump card with a girl like Shorty.

“In other words, it doesn’t bother you to be prevented from being able to satisfy our sexual tension?” I ask with a smirk before another tongue kiss. Sure I’m heading down dangerous territory here but I needed to show I would not be played. “I want to have sex with you, but I don’t NEED to have sex to have a fun time with a guy, just like with alcohol.” Wrong answer. I demonstrate this with a pull technique - reducing the suggestive nature of my kino and shifting slightly forwards. “Am I teasing you?” she asks.

“There are two kinds of teasing….playing around for fun in the lead up to something good…or malicious teasing….behaving in a certain suggestive way when you have no intention of following through. So no, I don’t think you’re teasing me….*KISS*….but I’m not the kinda guy who tolerates being led on by anyone.” I sipped some of my drink, and I think she mumbled, “I know you’re like that” or something along those lines. My meaning was clear and I’m pretty sure she got it, but to make sure I didn’t dig a hole, I went to the men’s room, and talked about lightweight stuff when I returned. I still have NO IDEA if this was the correct card to play at this point.

HB4 and her boy have disappeared (turns out he got his end in), and Taters and Mini are making out pretty heavily by now. I forgot to mention he has a girlfriend back home! Shorty is concerned about this, but tells me Mini likes him and his horny. So it becomes my job to ask him man-to-man if he wants to sleep with her. The girls go to the bathroom. He tells me that being kept out of the hotel prevents it. Hypothetically I ask, what if that was not an issue and she was in your bedroom? With absolutely no mention of his girlfriend, “Of course” he replies. Heading back to the hotel now, couples arm in arm – Shorty is actually snuggling into me and gently biting my shoulder (so much for low libido!) :p

Bespectacled Wizard Dude sat ominously behind the desk. Paralysed with childlike fear of having an unfortunate spell cast on me, I sat in the foyer while Shorty went up to get my bag. We kissed out in the street for what felt like ages. She didn’t want to let me go and was genuinely sad about leaving the city once more. She tried to convince me to come up to visit her, so that we could finally have “our moment”. This was surely not a mindf*ck by now! In the meantime, Taters and Mini had rushed outside to go have wild animal sex in his car. Scumbag, that was my ride! :D

AFC mistake #2 – don’t sleep with the best friend of the girl you are infatuated with.

After enduring a long bus ride home filled with drunken fools singing Bon Jovi songs, I wanked to some porn and woke up a frustrated man. For the second time, everyone got some action except me. I know - I was making sex the prize! Bad bad bad.

Over the next week, Shorty tried to convince me to fly up and I repeatedly pushed back. She even offered to buy me a $100 ticket to a dance party as incentive (plus as a birthday present). My budget airline had quite low rates, and the desire to explore another city for the weekend (and satisfy my sex drive) proved too great. Like an obedient dog, I booked the f*cking tickets! :p

To be continued...
 

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Holy sh1t, just sleep with her already. I've spent less effort writing my thesis than you have to bang this one chick.
 

Just because a woman listens to you and acts interested in what you say doesn't mean she really is. She might just be acting polite, while silently wishing that the date would hurry up and end, or that you would go away... and never come back.

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I know something which you don't know

Before I disclose that to you...

I want to ask you all does this description sound like the characters played by Cameron Diaz in movies ??

If you have watched those movies ...

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