PuertoRican_Lover
Banned
My first 'Field Report'...
I Went ‘sarging’ for the first time yesterday, at two local universities to seek some young blood. I had 9 hours of interrupted sleep for the first time in 6 years or so. I blame my exhaustion on sosuave and to all the afc’s that I have been counseling over the last few months who have been taxing my mind and troubling my heart..
I grab my car CD player and get my ‘Don Juan’ music CD to get me motivated for my ‘Hot Babe’ seeking mission. I have the shaven face with a faint mustache and the curly hair look (gel activator). I’m dressed in black to offset my skin tone to have a more dramatic effect.
Here is the Set up:
WHO: Me - PuertoRican_Lover
WHAT: On the prowl for prey!
WHEN: Feb. 13, 2004
WHERE: University campus
HOW: With my mind, body and spirit!
I’ll rate al the girls I encountered as HB 7’s – here is my tale,,,
I’m walking through the cafeteria, tall and confidently like, and I give any worthy babe serious eye contact. I few return contact and seemed to gaze right in to my eyes. Three or four chickadees did this but they had company and some it seemed were with their parents. One girl almost slammed into a pole, as I seemed to have mesmerized her to focus onto my gaze.
Went to student union/cafeteria…within the first two minutes I see a victim, overall she looks good, but her head is turned because she is speaking to someone, so I hesitate and pretend I’m reading something on the bulletin board, only to follow 4 steps behind her. I don’t know how she looks yet, but she had long thick brown extremely curly hair. I was falling in love with her alone. She was walking fast and carrying a heavy ‘back pack’, so I picked up my pace so that I could see her face and blurted out, “Those books look heavy, may I help you carry them to class?” (grade school pick up, I know). She says, “No I’m fine”, she was all smiles and very gregarious the whole time we talked, as she huffed and puffed and moved with a determined pace.
She was mixed-race, very light white/yellow tone .I told her she should put her back-pack on wheels to make her mission easier, she said they already had those, she saw students using them – their not luggage for travel but actually made for school – I didn’t know they this was out there. She is a junior in school, btw. So I made a minute more of convo and then I excuse myself, seeing that she was not my style or type, I did not ask for her number. I am very picky.
I make a circle around the floor a few times and see some cuties but they were walking with a guy. I come back to the stairwell and see a ‘slimmie’ sitting alone, so I get closer to see (I have bad eyesight) her face (her body was a 9) and she makes the mark, so I get a few feet away from her and she is looking through a camera (I’m thinking photography major or something of the kind). Before I made an approach I’ve thought of what I will say beforehand, “I am a master of all subjects, do you need a tutor?”, was going to be my line. Then if she tells me her major, I become a master of that subject (“you young kids don’t try this at home or without adult supervision”, as the warning label states.). Leave this ‘pickup’ technique, in the hands of the more experienced!
Right when I get there I look down of where the camera is pointing and I see a baby. “RATS!” “What a beautiful child”, I state, “Is it yours” ----“yep” she says. I told her that I love children because of their innocence and I wish adults, in certain respects, could be the same. She affirms my sentiments exactly with a big “REALLY” shaking her head yes. I ask, “Are you married?” She wholeheartedly says,“Yes”. General convo on Puertoricans having a lot of children (she was a black girl) and how I want my share. I told her how nowadays girls get fat after having children and she smiles in agreement and tells me how she is a vegetarian and women are so big today because of what they eat and are lazy and hate to exercise, blah, blah, blah. I added my two cents in on the cause of women getting bigger in the recent decades being due to the advent of the ‘bovine growth hormone’ (BGH) being injected in the animals we eat. She agrees. BTW, she was married too. I just felt conversing with strangers today!!
So I take the elevators upstairs, walk around a minute and head back to the elevators…as I turn around to walk to the elevator a black girl with great skin tone is approaching and I seem to recognize her from somewhere, I give her good eye contact when I get close to her (damn bad eyes) and with the biggest smile and the whitest teeth that I have ever seen in my life, she says, “HOW ARE YOU “ and gives me an intense stare! I’m like “hello” - but she kind of took me off guard because she said it first and I needed to get closer to see my subject to see how she looked so I hesitated (damn eyesight), by then it was too late, my mind locked, and I turned around in 3 seconds and she was gone. I looked under the nearby sofa to see if she was hiding on me. How could she have disappeared so fast? I wondered to myself. I think there was a restroom nearby right where our paths crossed and she went in there. She was the best looking girl of the day. Have you ever lost a girl’s tracks even though she is only 10 or 20 feet away from you, but you take your eyes off her for a second and she is gone? What is this phenomenon called? Alien abduction? Or is it called “The Rapture’?
My downfall is that I need to look at a girl for a while to see if I’m attracted to her, I’ m talking 10 seconds at least! Plus a lot of these girls had coats on and it’s hard to see the whole package. I’ve been in situations where I see a beautiful woman in a car and talk smack to her only to find out that once she gets out of the car, her bottom half of her body was in complete opposite to her face!! Girls can have very thin faces and extra large bottom halves (men are usually the opposite) – needless to say, I hit the gas pedal and burned rubber for a few hundred yards to escape such a fate!!
I go back downstairs to the cafeteria and I get some water and take a seat and start scooping the joint like I’m a Drug Enforcement Agent (DEA) on the lookout to make a drug bust. Two minutes later a girl with lunch sits at the table next to me. I’m thinking this chick just darn near, literally and figuratively speaking, fell into my lap. I pretended to read the paper after a few minutes of glancing on and off at her, after which time I noticed that the school paper that I was pretending to read, was upside down. I slyly try to turn it over to its’ proper side up, only to find her shaking her head giggling at me. Red faced, I shrug my shoulders and smile and think, “my cover is blown”. It’s times like this that I wished my face were black so that my blushing red-faced shame could be hidden.
With nothing to lose and with what little shame I had left, I get up from the chair and sit across from her at the table and ask, “are you Spanish?” “Yes, Mexican”, she responded. What’s your major? I ask. “Kinesiology”, she shot back. Ah huh, I quickly thought to myself, “this is ‘kino’, I did learn something from my fellow Don Juans at SoSuave.com after all!! So confidently I shoot back, “Doesn’t that have something to do with ‘touchy’ ‘feely’ kind of stuff”. I know guys it wasn’t the best definition, but it’s the only one that came to my head at the time. “Yep” she says and the convo goes into her having one child and a husband and you know the rest.
So I got up and cased the joint again going in circles around the group of restaurants, I went around it so many times that I was getting dizzy. It seemed as if there was a ‘Merry-Go-Round’ surrounding the restaurants and that I was the only one on it. I decided to get out of there – a lot of the ‘druggies’ were looking at me as if I truly were a undercover DEA agent that was casing the joint (no pun intended).
All this stalking of women was getting tiresome, so I go back to my home base and eat 3 cheeseburgers and refresh myself with some soda pop and continue my mission to another university. This time it’s my ‘alma mater’. I know people here so I have to keep a watchful eye out for them so that they don’t see me drooling over 18 year olds! I go to library and I don’t see any prospects there, figuring it is a Friday afternoon and people are taking a break from the week’s course demands. So I head to the student union to see if my luck is better, seems pretty dead also, go down stairs to cyber café, looks dead. I start a chat with the cashier, not my taste.
I Went ‘sarging’ for the first time yesterday, at two local universities to seek some young blood. I had 9 hours of interrupted sleep for the first time in 6 years or so. I blame my exhaustion on sosuave and to all the afc’s that I have been counseling over the last few months who have been taxing my mind and troubling my heart..
I grab my car CD player and get my ‘Don Juan’ music CD to get me motivated for my ‘Hot Babe’ seeking mission. I have the shaven face with a faint mustache and the curly hair look (gel activator). I’m dressed in black to offset my skin tone to have a more dramatic effect.
Here is the Set up:
WHO: Me - PuertoRican_Lover
WHAT: On the prowl for prey!
WHEN: Feb. 13, 2004
WHERE: University campus
HOW: With my mind, body and spirit!
I’ll rate al the girls I encountered as HB 7’s – here is my tale,,,
I’m walking through the cafeteria, tall and confidently like, and I give any worthy babe serious eye contact. I few return contact and seemed to gaze right in to my eyes. Three or four chickadees did this but they had company and some it seemed were with their parents. One girl almost slammed into a pole, as I seemed to have mesmerized her to focus onto my gaze.
Went to student union/cafeteria…within the first two minutes I see a victim, overall she looks good, but her head is turned because she is speaking to someone, so I hesitate and pretend I’m reading something on the bulletin board, only to follow 4 steps behind her. I don’t know how she looks yet, but she had long thick brown extremely curly hair. I was falling in love with her alone. She was walking fast and carrying a heavy ‘back pack’, so I picked up my pace so that I could see her face and blurted out, “Those books look heavy, may I help you carry them to class?” (grade school pick up, I know). She says, “No I’m fine”, she was all smiles and very gregarious the whole time we talked, as she huffed and puffed and moved with a determined pace.
She was mixed-race, very light white/yellow tone .I told her she should put her back-pack on wheels to make her mission easier, she said they already had those, she saw students using them – their not luggage for travel but actually made for school – I didn’t know they this was out there. She is a junior in school, btw. So I made a minute more of convo and then I excuse myself, seeing that she was not my style or type, I did not ask for her number. I am very picky.
I make a circle around the floor a few times and see some cuties but they were walking with a guy. I come back to the stairwell and see a ‘slimmie’ sitting alone, so I get closer to see (I have bad eyesight) her face (her body was a 9) and she makes the mark, so I get a few feet away from her and she is looking through a camera (I’m thinking photography major or something of the kind). Before I made an approach I’ve thought of what I will say beforehand, “I am a master of all subjects, do you need a tutor?”, was going to be my line. Then if she tells me her major, I become a master of that subject (“you young kids don’t try this at home or without adult supervision”, as the warning label states.). Leave this ‘pickup’ technique, in the hands of the more experienced!
Right when I get there I look down of where the camera is pointing and I see a baby. “RATS!” “What a beautiful child”, I state, “Is it yours” ----“yep” she says. I told her that I love children because of their innocence and I wish adults, in certain respects, could be the same. She affirms my sentiments exactly with a big “REALLY” shaking her head yes. I ask, “Are you married?” She wholeheartedly says,“Yes”. General convo on Puertoricans having a lot of children (she was a black girl) and how I want my share. I told her how nowadays girls get fat after having children and she smiles in agreement and tells me how she is a vegetarian and women are so big today because of what they eat and are lazy and hate to exercise, blah, blah, blah. I added my two cents in on the cause of women getting bigger in the recent decades being due to the advent of the ‘bovine growth hormone’ (BGH) being injected in the animals we eat. She agrees. BTW, she was married too. I just felt conversing with strangers today!!
So I take the elevators upstairs, walk around a minute and head back to the elevators…as I turn around to walk to the elevator a black girl with great skin tone is approaching and I seem to recognize her from somewhere, I give her good eye contact when I get close to her (damn bad eyes) and with the biggest smile and the whitest teeth that I have ever seen in my life, she says, “HOW ARE YOU “ and gives me an intense stare! I’m like “hello” - but she kind of took me off guard because she said it first and I needed to get closer to see my subject to see how she looked so I hesitated (damn eyesight), by then it was too late, my mind locked, and I turned around in 3 seconds and she was gone. I looked under the nearby sofa to see if she was hiding on me. How could she have disappeared so fast? I wondered to myself. I think there was a restroom nearby right where our paths crossed and she went in there. She was the best looking girl of the day. Have you ever lost a girl’s tracks even though she is only 10 or 20 feet away from you, but you take your eyes off her for a second and she is gone? What is this phenomenon called? Alien abduction? Or is it called “The Rapture’?
My downfall is that I need to look at a girl for a while to see if I’m attracted to her, I’ m talking 10 seconds at least! Plus a lot of these girls had coats on and it’s hard to see the whole package. I’ve been in situations where I see a beautiful woman in a car and talk smack to her only to find out that once she gets out of the car, her bottom half of her body was in complete opposite to her face!! Girls can have very thin faces and extra large bottom halves (men are usually the opposite) – needless to say, I hit the gas pedal and burned rubber for a few hundred yards to escape such a fate!!
I go back downstairs to the cafeteria and I get some water and take a seat and start scooping the joint like I’m a Drug Enforcement Agent (DEA) on the lookout to make a drug bust. Two minutes later a girl with lunch sits at the table next to me. I’m thinking this chick just darn near, literally and figuratively speaking, fell into my lap. I pretended to read the paper after a few minutes of glancing on and off at her, after which time I noticed that the school paper that I was pretending to read, was upside down. I slyly try to turn it over to its’ proper side up, only to find her shaking her head giggling at me.
Red faced, I shrug my shoulders and smile and think, “my cover is blown”. It’s times like this that I wished my face were black so that my blushing red-faced shame could be hidden. With nothing to lose and with what little shame I had left, I get up from the chair and sit across from her at the table and ask, “are you Spanish?” “Yes, Mexican”, she responded. What’s your major? I ask. “Kinesiology”, she shot back. Ah huh, I quickly thought to myself, “this is ‘kino’, I did learn something from my fellow Don Juans at SoSuave.com after all!! So confidently I shoot back, “Doesn’t that have something to do with ‘touchy’ ‘feely’ kind of stuff”. I know guys it wasn’t the best definition, but it’s the only one that came to my head at the time. “Yep” she says and the convo goes into her having one child and a husband and you know the rest.
So I got up and cased the joint again going in circles around the group of restaurants, I went around it so many times that I was getting dizzy. It seemed as if there was a ‘Merry-Go-Round’ surrounding the restaurants and that I was the only one on it. I decided to get out of there – a lot of the ‘druggies’ were looking at me as if I truly were a undercover DEA agent
that was casing the joint (no pun intended). All this stalking of women was getting tiresome, so I go back to my home base and eat 3 cheeseburgers and refresh myself with some soda pop and continue my mission to another university. This time it’s my ‘alma mater’. I know people here so I have to keep a watchful eye out for them so that they don’t see me drooling over 18 year olds! I go to library and I don’t see any prospects there, figuring it is a Friday afternoon and people are taking a break from the week’s course demands. So I head to the student union to see if my luck is better, seems pretty dead also, go down stairs to cyber café, looks dead. I start a chat with the cashier, not my taste.
