BPH
Master Don Juan
Alright, we've hit the triple digits, and I think this deserves its own story. I recognize this as something of a milestone. I didn't learn seduction to hit this number specifically, but it is a byproduct of learning these skills, coupled with my desire to experience a variety of women.
Some of you may disagree (@self_is_an_illusion ) with this approach, or this volume, so this thread might not be for you. Some things I did right, some things I did wrong, but the purpose of this post is to describe an experience in a way that others may learn something from it.
It WILL be a long read. You do NOT have to read it.
Anyway, let's get into this...
This situation piggybacks off of this thread I drunkenly made: This sh**'s getting old (pun intended)
For the uninitiated, I met a gorgeous girl with 2 of her friends a few minutes before closing time at the local college bar I was bi***ing about when it came to women having a problem with my age during conversations that were otherwise going well.
This girl did NOT have that problem.
I met her close to the end of my night, so I was quite drunk, and details are foggy. I introduced myself to the group and told the one I wanted that I thought she was gorgeous and had to come say hi, before introducing myself to her friends. She's tall, not in any sorority, has a brace on one of her hands from a practice-related injury, and is part of the school's dance team. Truthfully, I don't remember the exact flow of the conversation; we did a slater race (a specific mixed drink that people traditionally chug as a group) with her friends before I focused back on talking to her. I don't recall how it came up, but she didn't have a problem with my age and was interested in seeing me. She wanted to be taken out first, and asked me where I would take her. I picked a nearby spot off-campus, dimly lit and low-key. I invited her to come with me there tomorrow night (Friday) because I will be out in Philadelphia with some friends on Saturday for my birthday.
The thing is, she wanted me to take her out early, around 6PM, and then tried 8PM, when I mentioned both were too early. I suggested 10PM, half-joking that I wanted to take her on a date, not be a pregame to whatever she does later that night afterwards. I got her number and texted her drunkenly a little back-and-forth, basically about the timing of the date and her being interested but not wanting it to be so late. The point I made was that I wanted the date to be how she ended her night, not how she started it. She replied that she thought that should be her decision, whether she starts or ends her night with me. I replied, agreeing, but also said that it's my decision whether to take her out.
I figured this would go nowhere, but I knew this might have some legs when she replied in the morning, continuing the conversation.
She still wanted it earlier, and I tried to reframe it by asking her what she would do if she asked a guy on a date, and he replied asking for it to be earlier so he could go out with his boys after. She didn't answer because "she doesn't ask guys out, they ask her out". Anyway, she let me know that she's arguing this because she's graduating in 2 weeks and wanted to spend time with her dance teammates. I told her I understood, but also that she doesn't REALLY want to go on a date then.
She assured me she does, asking if I'm available during the week. We made tentative plans for Sunday night.
After that, I left it alone, but she continued to text me, sometimes double-texting. She was often "bratty", saying "perhaps" she would answer when I texted her Sunday, and that "maybe" she would show up - but she always responded and kept the conversation going.
I REALLY knew this had legs when SHE texted ME Sunday to confirm we were still going out later that night.
Date 1
I picked her up and was surprised to receive not only a hug but also a kiss on the lips. It was just a little peck, but a very good start.
There was a little bit of tension leading up to this because she was nervous about the date itself. I picked a spot that was open until 1AM, was off-campus, low-key, and had a date-night vibe to it. I told her I'd pick her up, but she was initially concerned about drinking and driving. I assured her that I would be fine and that she didn't have to ride with me if she was worried. She assured me that if there was a problem, she would just take an Uber back, so thankfully, that was a minor speed bump that didn't become a real issue.
What almost WAS a real issue was the venue - we arrived and it was DEAD...so dead that the guy told me as soon as I got in that they were having last call now and would be closing soon.
Luckily, I was familiar with the area and knew another spot we could go. Not nearly as good, but would be open late.
We arrived and sat in the outdoor section together and just chatted. I learned that she's from New York, the youngest of 5, and has aspirations of being a dancer for the Boston Celtics. She continued her usual brattiness, but in a more tongue-in-cheek rather than serious way. She also enjoyed cracking jokes at my expense in terms of my age, often in reference to my experience at the same school, "back in my day". It was all in good fun - I laughed, she laughed, and we had a good time.
We each had a couple drinks, grabbed a whole bag of popcorn that the bar was going to toss out, and she and I both did a BJ shot for my birthday (basically balls and shaft are made with whipped cream, going up a glass, ending in a shot, all of which you're supposed to lick off and drink without using your hands). We sprinkled in some light kissing and touching throughout the night, and she seemed quite comfortable with me.
The bar closes, and it's time to take her home, so I walk her back to my truck. We get inside and start making out pretty heavily. It escalates to the point where I'm licking her nipples and have my hand down her pants, fingering her while she's grabbing my d*** through my pants.
After a little bit of this, I suggested that I either park us somewhere more private or come back with her to her place. She suggests her place. The entire drive I'm rubbing her leg, and she's holding my hand while we talk about ideas for Date 2.
I pulled up, parked outside the garage behind her place, and made out with her some more. When I went to turn off the truck, she asked how long I think I'm staying here for. I told her I thought she was inviting me up, to which she replied, "not tonight" and that she wants to "make me wait". I don't push back. I kiss her goodnight, let her out, and start driving home.
While driving, she's still texting me, sending me a pic of her in her body suit that she had on under her jacket, as if to tease me. I tell her I got home safe, and she thanks me for her night in her typical bratty way, saying she "didn't have a horrible time tonight" and that "maybe" she'll see me tomorrow.
Some of you may disagree (@self_is_an_illusion ) with this approach, or this volume, so this thread might not be for you. Some things I did right, some things I did wrong, but the purpose of this post is to describe an experience in a way that others may learn something from it.
It WILL be a long read. You do NOT have to read it.
Anyway, let's get into this...
This situation piggybacks off of this thread I drunkenly made: This sh**'s getting old (pun intended)
For the uninitiated, I met a gorgeous girl with 2 of her friends a few minutes before closing time at the local college bar I was bi***ing about when it came to women having a problem with my age during conversations that were otherwise going well.
This girl did NOT have that problem.
I met her close to the end of my night, so I was quite drunk, and details are foggy. I introduced myself to the group and told the one I wanted that I thought she was gorgeous and had to come say hi, before introducing myself to her friends. She's tall, not in any sorority, has a brace on one of her hands from a practice-related injury, and is part of the school's dance team. Truthfully, I don't remember the exact flow of the conversation; we did a slater race (a specific mixed drink that people traditionally chug as a group) with her friends before I focused back on talking to her. I don't recall how it came up, but she didn't have a problem with my age and was interested in seeing me. She wanted to be taken out first, and asked me where I would take her. I picked a nearby spot off-campus, dimly lit and low-key. I invited her to come with me there tomorrow night (Friday) because I will be out in Philadelphia with some friends on Saturday for my birthday.
The thing is, she wanted me to take her out early, around 6PM, and then tried 8PM, when I mentioned both were too early. I suggested 10PM, half-joking that I wanted to take her on a date, not be a pregame to whatever she does later that night afterwards. I got her number and texted her drunkenly a little back-and-forth, basically about the timing of the date and her being interested but not wanting it to be so late. The point I made was that I wanted the date to be how she ended her night, not how she started it. She replied that she thought that should be her decision, whether she starts or ends her night with me. I replied, agreeing, but also said that it's my decision whether to take her out.
I figured this would go nowhere, but I knew this might have some legs when she replied in the morning, continuing the conversation.
She still wanted it earlier, and I tried to reframe it by asking her what she would do if she asked a guy on a date, and he replied asking for it to be earlier so he could go out with his boys after. She didn't answer because "she doesn't ask guys out, they ask her out". Anyway, she let me know that she's arguing this because she's graduating in 2 weeks and wanted to spend time with her dance teammates. I told her I understood, but also that she doesn't REALLY want to go on a date then.
She assured me she does, asking if I'm available during the week. We made tentative plans for Sunday night.
After that, I left it alone, but she continued to text me, sometimes double-texting. She was often "bratty", saying "perhaps" she would answer when I texted her Sunday, and that "maybe" she would show up - but she always responded and kept the conversation going.
I REALLY knew this had legs when SHE texted ME Sunday to confirm we were still going out later that night.
Date 1
I picked her up and was surprised to receive not only a hug but also a kiss on the lips. It was just a little peck, but a very good start.
There was a little bit of tension leading up to this because she was nervous about the date itself. I picked a spot that was open until 1AM, was off-campus, low-key, and had a date-night vibe to it. I told her I'd pick her up, but she was initially concerned about drinking and driving. I assured her that I would be fine and that she didn't have to ride with me if she was worried. She assured me that if there was a problem, she would just take an Uber back, so thankfully, that was a minor speed bump that didn't become a real issue.
What almost WAS a real issue was the venue - we arrived and it was DEAD...so dead that the guy told me as soon as I got in that they were having last call now and would be closing soon.
Luckily, I was familiar with the area and knew another spot we could go. Not nearly as good, but would be open late.
We arrived and sat in the outdoor section together and just chatted. I learned that she's from New York, the youngest of 5, and has aspirations of being a dancer for the Boston Celtics. She continued her usual brattiness, but in a more tongue-in-cheek rather than serious way. She also enjoyed cracking jokes at my expense in terms of my age, often in reference to my experience at the same school, "back in my day". It was all in good fun - I laughed, she laughed, and we had a good time.
We each had a couple drinks, grabbed a whole bag of popcorn that the bar was going to toss out, and she and I both did a BJ shot for my birthday (basically balls and shaft are made with whipped cream, going up a glass, ending in a shot, all of which you're supposed to lick off and drink without using your hands). We sprinkled in some light kissing and touching throughout the night, and she seemed quite comfortable with me.
The bar closes, and it's time to take her home, so I walk her back to my truck. We get inside and start making out pretty heavily. It escalates to the point where I'm licking her nipples and have my hand down her pants, fingering her while she's grabbing my d*** through my pants.
After a little bit of this, I suggested that I either park us somewhere more private or come back with her to her place. She suggests her place. The entire drive I'm rubbing her leg, and she's holding my hand while we talk about ideas for Date 2.
I pulled up, parked outside the garage behind her place, and made out with her some more. When I went to turn off the truck, she asked how long I think I'm staying here for. I told her I thought she was inviting me up, to which she replied, "not tonight" and that she wants to "make me wait". I don't push back. I kiss her goodnight, let her out, and start driving home.
While driving, she's still texting me, sending me a pic of her in her body suit that she had on under her jacket, as if to tease me. I tell her I got home safe, and she thanks me for her night in her typical bratty way, saying she "didn't have a horrible time tonight" and that "maybe" she'll see me tomorrow.
