yea its a good read trust me lol No its not spam if you read it you can understand. _______________ Day 1: Thursday Night -- Open/Attraction Me and the Project Boston boys headed down to a local bar/club down the street from us. It's hopping on Thursdays with BU and BC kids and my god, was it was target-rich. As with my last lay report, I looked and felt like I just crawled out of a dumpster. Why is it my best LR's happen when I look like steamrolled ass? I need to quit showering more often. Anyway, I had just worked an extra long day at work and one of my FB's was having problems with her boyfriend (yes, you read that correctly), so I told her to come and have a couple beers with me and cheer up (and yes, I'd end up ------ing her that night). The night kicked off well though and pretty soon my state was pumped. Fish and Awesome were opening sets everywhere, so I figure I should do something. I opened a cute Asian, got her to rub her ass against mine while she danced, but she didn't exactly hook. Next, I went outside for a smoke and opened and hooked two HB8's from BU. They were kind of dull, and even though I was getting a few IOI's from one of them, the obstacle was having none of it. So, they were done after about 5-10 minutes. I come back in and the place is slammed -- full to the ------ing brim. I make my way back to the Project guys who are goofing off with my FB (I need to mention she's possibly the coolest girl I've ever met in my life, we're coming up on our one-year FB anniversary... sniffle). This is when I spot the target. Across the bar there is a gorgeous tall girl looking at me, giving heavy AI. I'm in a good state so I immediately give her my "You looking at me?" face. I do this sometimes when girls give me heavy eye contact -- it's hit or miss. This girl started laughing: it's on. Without hesitation I walk around the bar to talk to her. Me: "I'd appreciate it if you'd stop staring at me, I get uncomfortable when girls give me attention." HB: *laughs* "I'm sure." Me: "No really, I'm very sensitive... I need to be pampered a lot." HB: *laughs* "Well maybe you should go out drinking with your mother." Holy ----, this girl is stunning. She's pushing six feet tall, long luscious blond hair, bright blue eyes -- only thing holding her back from a 10 that night was she was dressed pretty plainly. (Awesome later commented, "If she got dolled up, she'd easily be a HB10.") Anyway, I'm suddenly a little intimidated. But I suppose I lucked out, as she claimed she had a class with me like two years ago at BU and knew the girl I used to sit with or something. I don't know... I didn't really follow it, but I was like, "Hey cool, that's awesome." It made me a bit more comfortable, especially when I realized she was actually a very down-to-earth chick when we started talking. This is the thing about HB10's I've found (excluding high-end club girls). They're impossible to hook, but once you catch their interest, they're usually the sweetest girls you'll find around. We started fluffing about BU when sure enough the CB patrol arrived on the scene. Her friend literally dragged her about five-feet away from me. But before I could even try and disarm her, HBAmazon_Goddess turned around and walked back to me and apologized. Huge IOI. The main thing I had going for me in this phase was she laughed at ------ing everything I said. I have a very particular, -------harsh sense of humor, and she ate it ALL up. I began kino-escalating, which she responded warmly to. Then abruptly I said, "My friends are over here," and I just grabbed her and took her to the other side of the bar. I wanted backup if the ------block came back. Next, some awesome social-proof happened. My FB bought me a shot and brought it to me as I was sarging HBAmazon_Goddess. She gave it to me, took it with me, introduced herself to my target and then simply said something like, "Entropy is the coolest ------ing guy I know," and walked off. I told you... she's the most amazing girl ever. The ------block found us and told my target to go to the bathroom with her. My target said she'd be back and I told her to come find me in a certain spot. She complied about five minutes later. Things were going swimmingly. Even though she didn't look like an HB10 that night, she was still HB9+ territory, and for some reason I wasn't shaking in my boots about it. I just kept bull----ting, DHV'ing, busting on her and she ate it all up. I # closed. Time-bridged to Sunday night. I did the whole thing where I call her with my phone and make her pick up, then joke about "You meet any cute guys tonight? ... Oh, really? ... I met this one girl, a really tall blonde. It was going real well, but (enter disqualification here) she spilled her drink on me, so I don't how it's going to pan out." She loved it and play hit me -- this is so on. Before I left, for whatever reason, she told me I had to text her when I woke up in the morning. I joked that she was being high maintenance, which she genuinely took offense to (the only negative reaction all night). She seemed serious and I had built a lot of attraction in her, so I figured it'd be like my SOI to text her when I woke up. I agreed and left. Day 1.5: Friday/Saturday -- Attraction I wake up the next morning and text her as promised: "As requested, here's your friendly reminder that we have a date Sunday... try not to spill your drink on me this time. " She responded within two minutes very positively. The next night she texted looking for me. Even though she was across the street from the bar I was at, I didn't go. It was the right move, it was a lock that she wouldn't flake and I don't want to make myself available for her every whim. Day 2: Sunday Night -- Comfort/Seduction This is where stuff started going wrong. I get her to meet me in Kenmore to walk down to nice Mexican-themed bar. When I get to the meeting spot, she's already there waiting and I'm on my bike. I tell her that I'm going to lock my bike up in an alley around the corner and she starts walking with me. She's very cheery and again is dressed plainly, but the natural beauty more than makes up for it. Me: "So you follow guys into alleys often? This was pretty easy." HB: *laughs* "It's OK, I brought mace, I had a feeling about you." Me: "Seriously, this is the whole date. I was kidding about the drinking and dancing." HB: "You're terrible!" One thing I should add is this girl is very proper. Even though she laughed at all of my inappropriate, crude, perverted, and stupid jokes, I never heard her curse once or say anything negative about somebody. When we got to the bar, she sat very properly, and when we split Quesadillas, her manners were so perfect I wanted to throw salsa on her. I had done my usual eliciting values routine, (read: facebook stalking), and discovered she was way into traveling and different cultures. That's pretty cool because I'm into traveling and different cultures. So that was something to talk about and relate to for awhile. I started telling her about how my Mom lived in Jamaica and crazy stories about guys trying to pick her up and sell me drugs down there. HB: "How was the beach?" Me: "Oh my God, in Negril? It's like ----ting yourself and ------ing heaven at the same time." HB: "Seriously, is the language necessary?" Me: "Huh?" *still eating* HB: "You use so much foul language." Me: "What are you, my mother?" HB: "No, I just don't think it's necessary." Me: "Maybe not... Anyway, where was I? (pause) Oh yeah, it's like ------ing heaven." If I hadn't had the pause for effect, I would have just come off as an ------. But she laughed her ass off, play hit me and called me "hopeless." After about 30 minutes, the other eight people in the bar left, literally leaving us by ourselves. To be honest, I was pretty embarrassed. But I think I handled it well. HB: *looking around* "Wow, we're the only ones here now." Me: "Yeah, I planned that. Not bad, eh?" HB: *laughs* "That's impressive, convincing everyone to leave." Me: "Well, since the whole alley thing didn't pan out, I figured this was the next best thing." I thought about kiss closing here, but I looked into her eyes for a bit and could tell it wasn't time yet. I wasn't sure how I was going to do it if not there -- maybe dancing. It was beginning to be a long time without any more escalation, and if there's one thing I live and die by in sarging, it's A-B-C! ALWAYS BE CLOSING! IT'S ------ OR WALK! IT'S CLOSE OR HIT THE BRICKS PAL! So I decide to venue change her up the block to a swanky lounge with some music to dance to. I close out the tab which all of the drinks are on -- and we all know... I NEVER buy a girl a drink. I'm positive she just took it for granted that the night would be on me. As I signed the tab I said, "This bar's on me, next bar is on you." She kind of looked stunned but squeaked out an "OK." Them's the rules, honey, get used to it. So we're walking down the street and I really want to kiss her. Me: *grab her arm* "Stop for a second." HB: "What?" Me: "I want to kiss you right now." HB: *looks away* "I can't. I don't do that on the first date." I was genuinely stunned. This girl IS prude! No worries... Me: "I know you like me." HB: "Yeah, I do." I literally start laughing at her. Me: "That makes NO sense." I can tell in her face she suddenly sees how it makes no sense -- welcome to my frame, darling, enjoy your stay. HB: *nervous laugh* "Yeah, I guess not. Maybe a little one." Me: "OK, just a little one." I give her a nice little kiss on the lips. She smiles. Me: "I'm going to steal another later." (Holy ----, was that an understatement). So we get to the next venue, and more disaster, ie, Entropy looking like an idiot. The place ISN'T EVEN OPEN. Wow, I feel stupid and have no idea where to take her now, and I DEFINITELY don't want the night ending on this note. She says she's going to run into the bathroom in the hotel next door. While she's in there, I run out to the valet guy for and tell him my situation. I seriously thought the lounge was a good spot on Sundays. He explains to me that the only Sunday's it's opened on are after Red Sox games. I quickly ask him where I should take her. He recommends a nice spot a few blocks away. She comes out and I don't even say anything other than, "Come on, we're going somewhere else." So we walk to the next spot and THANK GOD there are people there. In fact, it's a really nice spot with nice atmosphere. We sit down and I just basically do comfort building, talking about family, friends, personal subjects. One thing I noticed about her was she LOVED to hear about my closet dorkiness. When I'm gaming a girl, I'll usually let her in on one little dorky thing about me, because you don't want to look like a hard ass all the time -- it endears you a bit to them, makes you look human and vulnerable. It's a great comfort tactic. Well, she LOVED it. So I just started spilling all the dorky ---- I'm into, the competitive gaming, the cheesy music, my old chess club, my meditation practice. I go to the bathroom and when I come back: HB: "You're just in time." Me: "Why, the guys hovering?" HB: "Like vultures." Me: "Don't worry, I'll scare them away." *wink* HB: *laughs* "Nah, I'm actually really good at blowing guys off. With my friends, I was always the one who would get the guys to leave us alone." Me: "Really? I guess when you have so many guys hitting on you, you kind of have to build some sort of shield to it." HB: "Yeah, but sometimes I hate it." Me: "Yeah, because you feel like a bitch, right? Even though you're not, you have to protect yourself." HB: "Yeah. Exactly." Me: "I'm glad you let me in." HB: *smiles* "I am too." The most important event occurred here, and I think if you take anything from this LR, this should be it. For whatever reason, I've developed a very good skill at turning girls into FB's. I can turn almost every girl I hook up with into an FB that lasts as long as I want them to and it's all about setting expectations. If you set the expectation for the level of interaction with the girl, she will generally always follow it. So you have to put yourself out there and do it. If you leave the expectations ambiguous, it will usually lead to problems down the road. She let on that she had just come out of over three years of relationships and had honestly never actually "dated". This explained a lot about her behavior during the night,including her prudish behavior. Me: "You seem like a very 'all or nothing' kind of girl." HB: "Yeah, I guess that's how I've always been." Me: "I used to be like that. I dated a girl for three years, but since we broke up, I've just been living in the grey-area." HB: "What's that?" Learn this routine fellas. I've used it 3-4 times now and it's money: Me: *Raises hand at about neck level* "If you think about relationships, and you say up here is a long-term relationship, with full commitment." *Puts other hand about a foot below the top hand* "...and down here is just a one night stand, absolutely no emotional involvement at all. Well, this area in between the two..." *pointing to area between hands* "...is a grey-area full of all sorts of interactions and relationships that two people can have. They can be just as fun or as fulfilling as either of the extremes, both people just have to be honest about their expectations." HB: (they always say something like this) "I've never thought of it that way." Me: "Yeah, and you can even move back and forth in this area as the relationship evolves." HB: "I like it." Me: "I do too. I think it's perfect for people our age, and in our position." HB: "I guess I'll just have to be honest with you." This sets expectations -- she knows you'll care about her even if you aren't fully committed to her. It will ease her as to what you expect from her, and it'll even DHV you because it's such a ------ing clever way to look at the whole damn mess. We leave after a bit and I tell her I'm going to walk her home. I was drunk and tired, had work in the morning, and really thought she wouldn't ------ me. But dammit fellas, ALWAYS BE CLOSING! SWING FOR THE ------ING FENCES! As we're walking, I grab her again. "I'm going to steal another kiss from you." She doesn't hesitate or resist and begins kissing me. At first, it's slow and held back, but then she's getting way into it. Soon, it's a full blown make out and I start nipping at her neck and running my hands through her hair. She was getting turned on when I pulled her away and kept walking. She says, "You're trouble." I think to myself, "I'm so in." We get to her place and I say I have to use the bathroom. She smiles and says, "Nice excuse to come in." We get in and amazingly, there was no LMR. We started fooling around and the clothes just started flying off. I don't think she had gotten laid in awhile because she REALLY wanted it. Allow me to step back for a second and verbally masturbate to you about how gorgeous this girl is. Seriously, she could wake up tomorrow and be a stripper, model, go-go dancer, bartender, have a statue erected of her nude, etc., ANYWHERE in Boston if she wanted to. Once she got naked, my jaw dropped. Her body is flawless. She's tall, thin, tanned, toned but not ripped, soft but no extra fat anywhere. Her breasts are nice and perky, her ass is tight yet round -- I quickly realized this is the hottest girl I have ------ed, a legitimate HB10. So anyway, the irony of everything is that for how prude and proper she had been for half a week, she was a ------ing beast in the sack. I made her cum by fingering her, then she sat on my face and came again. When I was ------ing her from behind I pulled on her hair and shoved her face into a pillow and she screamed, "God, have your way with me! Do anything you want!" Seriously, this girl had told me three hours earlier I couldn't kiss her. I ------ing love women. Afterwards, she said, "Is this the grey area?" I replied, "it's just the beginning."
*inset Johnny Porsche (don't really know his name, so if thats not right the *chan tards will know what i mean) pic* Shit was SO cash.
I take it you were captain of the football team and a starter on the basketball team and had a pretty much perfect life.
[/b][/quote] Boston university and college Hot Bithc Prolly some hot girl Entropy is prolly his name or nickname IMO
hot bitchezzz lmao LR- learning rights BU and BC - boston college target-rich - chicks to screw lay report - reports of wen u get laid? steamrolled ass - nice ass? FB - full blown? Fish and Awesome - people? 'I opened'a cute Asian..' - AZN PWER! HB - hot bitxch lol HB8 HB9+ HB10 IOI - indicator of interest Project guys - idk friends? AI - artificial intelligence..... lol CB - crazy bicvhh HBAmazon_Goddess - hot 'friend' 'Entropy' is the collest..' ' the guy 'DHV'ing' ' demonstrate higher value '# closed' - got her number DHV -demonstrate higher value LMR - last minute refusal
thanks for clearing that up but now the story is bull---- to me now no self-proclaimed player would ever talk like that :lol: :lol:
Wow.......... i mean realy, either your Mr.Perfect or a N.A.C.O.I oh, let me fix that, NERD ACTING COOL OVER the INTERNET using all those abreviations is realy anoying dude.
