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I was going to post more of my Shanghai experiences on my TL blog, but some of it got a bit too personal to be sharing with the whole world... And especially after the embarrassing response to my last few blogs, I've decided to be more thoughtful as to what I posted.
That said, here's a totally humiliating...
Girl Story:
Backstory: To get back to the United States from 7-week internship in Shanghai (on a little less money if I could help it) I added a connecting flight with a stop in Tokyo Narita. I stepped off the first leg of my journey and into the terminal, foraging for yummy japanese food like an anteater standing over an ant hive. Sushi express, tempura udon, duty free rice cookers, japanese bread/rice, I was in heaven. (Except I didn't eat the rice cookers, I was just looking to buy one.)
Anyway, with about an hour and a half left until boarding, I walked over to the gate to find that no staff had yet arrived at the podium in gate station and so I decided to just put my stuff down and listen to my ipod. There were probably only 3 or 4 other people in the seating area for gate 55, so I just sat in the closest non-handicap seat. Unfortunately, these seats were on the back side of the handicap seats looking away from the gate station so, being OCD as I am, I didn't want to miss the boarding so I looked around the seating area for a more convenient place to sit.
...Just then, directly in front of me, a wisp of a black pony tail turned around to reveal an eye-catching surprise. Bold, curious eyes trailed upwards carelessly toward the top corners of her precious face. She lowered her gaze sweeping across a neat triangular nose. Her lips drew softly together, as though desperately holding back a clever secret, as she turned back around.
Just then, I completely forgot about the silent ipod in my hand. It took me a moment to come back to my senses before I remembered that I did not have headphones. Perfect opportunity, I thought, to kill two birds with a single proverbial stone. I stood up, trotted over to the duty free store directly to my left and picked up an orange pair of earbuds. On the way back, however, I chose a different seat. This time diagonally across from the beautiful object of my attention. It was the perfect seat.
I had chosen it such that the gate station was directly behind her head, so that any brief glances in her direction might be conveniently misinterpreted as just me checking out the flight status.
I smiled to myself, deeply impressed at my stalker skills, as I proceeded to "check out the flight status." She was wearing a maroon velvetty zip-up jacket over a printed light-pink T with white text of which I could only read "mpossible Christia."
She sat crosslegged link a yoga master on the gray canvas chair, with white-socked toes sprouting out from the crook of her knee. Over her black and white striped skirt rested a swiss-cross branded black backpack. She had both arms crossed over the backpack, and with an expression of ennui, rubbed her chin forwards and back across her arms. With a silver japanese branded suitcase sitting on the floor in front of her, I wanted to take a photograph.
I tried my best not to look creepy as I committed every detail of her appearance and mannerisms to memory, but I couldn't help but smile a little each time I tried to evade eye contact. I thought it was a good time to refill my empty plastic bottle with water and the gatorade mix I was carrying in my black computer bag.
With my right hand, I grabbed the plastic bottle off the floor, and with my left, looped the computer bag, by its neckstrap, over my head as I stood up. I turned around 180 degrees and went looking for a water fountain.
After passing several restrooms and crossing a (left-sided!??!!?!) moving walkway, I finally found a drinking fountain on my left right across the way from gate 53.
I pressed the black button as the strangely worded japanese sign requested and a stream of clear water shot out in a perfect parabola. I tasted it just to be sure it was potable, and then unscrewed the cap of the bottle and began to fill. Right when water started to leak out of the top, I released the black button, screwed on the cap and started making my way back to gate 55.
As I took step by step, I decided to practice a rather flashy way to mix a drink that I had learned in high school. Taking the bottle firmly in my right hand I spun it forwards and back, forwards and back. It seemed like I had gotten back my touch when I realized I was already back at gate 55 and somebody had taken my perfectly chosen seat. I decided on the seat two seats over to the left of my previous. For some reason, I continued to spin the bottle even as I was sitting down, causing me to miss the catch for the reverse spin. As the water bottle fell awkwardly to my side and into the metal groove between the seat cushions, I felt more than a little bit humiliated. I swore I heard a chuckle, but when I looked up, the girl hid her face behind a hand-written note on lined paper, which (I hoped) was the true cause of her laughter.
I used a level 2 creep skill, and tried to read the note through the back, since the paper was quite thin and the ambient light from outside the glass wall to my left was quite good.
I unzipped my computer bag and pulled out my gatorade mix pouch, tore open the hole and began to pour. As the mix was approaching 3/4 gone and I had to give a few shakes for the remaining powder to exit from the tear, I used the opportunity to look up at her lined paper between shakes.
While I was not quite skillful enough to decipher a single words, I could clearly see that markings were grouped in multiple blocks per line--a hallmark of a "word" based Western language, i.e. English.
As I capped off the bottle and began to implement my expert shaking technique, my excitement grew. Since the flight from this gate was heading to LAX, I realized she was most likely American! I put the bottle down by my foot and began running through the scenarios in my mind. Was she Christian? Was the note from her boyfriend? What's the worst that could happen? A restraining order? My roommate once had a restraining order placed on him but that didn't stop him from being a complete dumbass... Maybe it was worth the risk? I was almost daring enough to wave and say "Hi!"
...
Suddenly, our glances met!
I was staring at her the entire time (like John Dorian in every episode of Scrubs, like ever) and my train of thought was completely cut off. I panicked and instinctively looked down again.
Realizing, now, that the only reasonable reason for me to look down would be to look for something below me, I grabbed the only thing fitting that description. I uncapped the gatorade I had just made and took a hearty drink.
Over the next 5 or 6 minutes as her eyes wandered from the paper in front of her to somewhere in my general direction, I repeated this process a few more times, before I felt it was getting a bit obvious.
Quickly running out of ways to prematurely foil my potential love story, I finally listened to my manparts and realized that I had to pee. (I will skip the following part, as my toilet-life is already discussed in poetic detail in this post.)
Returning to my seat, I again put down my things, and tried to recall where I left off. As I tried to catch another glance at her, I noticed to the left of her subtlely grinning head that in fact, the gate station was now manned with three flight attendants. The one in the middle picked up an intercom microphone and muttered something in japanese. Then, in English, the stewardess said in surprisingly comprehensible English, "Please prepare your boarding pass and passport. We will soon be boarding all passengers for flight NH60 with service to LAX."
The maroon gem suddenly looked down and reached into her black backpack. She pulled out a long rectangular boarding pass, and then, (though my colon was freshly empty) I almost shit my pants as I saw a blue passport make its way out from behind the zipper. She seemed to be checking the boarding time on her boarding pass, turned the paper over a few times. Each inquisitive glance at that paper was like a passionate glance into my hopelessly romantic and extrapolating heart. I was stricken.
As she placed the documents back into her bag, I could see a flash through the backside that her seat was numbered 25G... My number was 24H.
She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen and she was American. I now had an unbreakable resolve to spend these last few minutes reinforcing my flimsy resolve to finally say hello. And besides, since we'd be sitting so close, I had a failproof plan....
The line to enter the plane grew long, but I waited until the last fateful announcement by the flight attendant. As her words echoed over the aiport intercom, the angel before me stood up, and I, as nonchalantly as I could, walked past her and made my way to the back of the line, taking my time letting a man in a gray wool suit pass me. I was determined to be as close as possible to this amazing girl I had yet to meet.
And as I walked forward, pulling out my boarding pass and passport, she came up rolling her silver suitcase from the opposite side of the line and came to a stop. Right behind me.
As the line began to move I almost died! I made casual glances to the left and right, each time catching a slight glimpse of that heavenly visage.
I passed through the gate checkpoint with merely a nod as they ushered me forward. Unable to wait for her to catch up through the other turnstile, I pretended to "get lost" once past the glass. I made a big loop towards my left, looking up at imaginary signs, before turning correctly back toward the plane... just inches in front of this walking vision that had finally caught up.
I grinned connivingly as I heard the weight of her suitcase as she rolled it over the riveted threshold to the airplane. I quickly hobbled up to my seat (in the emergency exit row) and put my small computer bag in the overhead compartment.
I turned back toward her and waited eagerly for my chance to be a hero... As she drew closer, I crossed my arms behind my back stretching in preparation for my painstakingly planned gesture of love!
But... she wasn't stopping. She didn't even slow down, as she walked completely past me without a glance. She stopped at 29G, now with four people standing in the narrow aisle between us. She dropepd down the overhead compartment. Struggled a moment for grip, but then effortlessly plopped her silver suitcase into the compartment. Fuck. Me. And. My. Astigmatism. So much for my failproof plan.
Anyway, since I'm not one to give up without pretending like I put up a fight, I quickly set off to devising another plan. Since this was, in a sense, a red-eye flight, there would be times when most the passengers would be asleep. I could then, during this quiet moment, pass a note to her. The more I thought about it, the more it seemed like a terribly awesome idea.
So. I waited.
And waited. Within an hour, I looked back to see her wrapped herself under a white blanket and a black eye-mask, presumably fast asleep. Unfortunately, she was probably the only unconscious person on the entire flight. Not only would it be ridiculously embarassing to write a love note with fully-awake neighbors, but it would be near impossible to deliver without arousing bizarre looks.
It seemed like the best and only course of action was to go to sleep. I ripped open the provided blanket, placed it over my exposed arms and placed the pillow behind my bed. Slowly, I closed my eyes...
"Bum Bum Bum. We are now making our final descent Los Angeles International Airport."
I looked up and back to see everybody awake. The captain had turned on the "fasten seat belt sign" and I could see the LA cityscape outside the window. Shit.
The plane landed without delay and as we were finally towed into the gate at Tom Bradley terminal, it was time to stand up and exit the plane. I thought I would give it one more try and wait it out like I did while entering the plane. But I did something stupid. I stood up to grab my suitcase. Once standing, I was blocking the aisle. And once in the aisle, I had no choice but to be pushed along by the flow of bodies ridiculously eager to be back on American soil.
I glanced back as I walked forward, but couldn't catch a glance of her as I exited the plane. I walked into the terminal and looked around. I didn't see her anywhere under the mass of heads rushing to the immigration clearance center. All I could do was keep walking and keep looking.
As I finally walked into the rightmost line for border inspection, I had all but given up hope. Just then out of the corner of my eye, I saw that distinctive silver suitcase rolling along. She was heading up to the entrance of my line.
It was now or never. I could either try to grab her attention now or let her walk by, counting this off as tragic content for one of my stupid TL blogs.
Without even pausing, she walked past the entrance to my line, the hood of her maroon jacket bobbing up and down with each step until it finally disappeared into crowd. I could only look down and mumble.
"I better get 5/5..."
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WTF. Somebody actually gave me a 1? What a heartless bastard. :p
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Wow you are a really descriptive writer. Makes it all the more worth my while to read.
On topic, it's not like there's anything better to do on flights, right?
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On August 11 2010 18:35 Fontong wrote: Wow you are a really descriptive writer. Makes it all the more worth my while to read.
On topic, it's not like there's anything better to do on flights, right? Lol. Yeah. hahahaa
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5/5 would be if you ended up with her 4/5 if you got hooked up 3/5 if you got her number im not going to vote on your blog. well written, though.
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Kennigit
Canada19447 Posts
Suddenly, our glances met!
I was staring at her the entire time (like John Dorian in every episode of Scrubs, like ever) and my train of thought was completely cut off. I panicked and instinctively looked down again.
Realizing, now, that the only reasonable reason for me to look down would be to look for something below me, I grabbed the only thing fitting that description. I uncapped the gatorade I had just made and took a hearty drink.
1/5
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On August 11 2010 20:06 Bill Murray wrote: 5/5 would be if you ended up with her 4/5 if you got hooked up 3/5 if you got her number im not going to vote on your blog. well written, though. Thanks! Sorry for trying to vote you off in Mafia
On August 11 2010 20:08 Kennigit wrote:Show nested quote +Suddenly, our glances met!
I was staring at her the entire time (like John Dorian in every episode of Scrubs, like ever) and my train of thought was completely cut off. I panicked and instinctively looked down again.
Realizing, now, that the only reasonable reason for me to look down would be to look for something below me, I grabbed the only thing fitting that description. I uncapped the gatorade I had just made and took a hearty drink. 1/5 D=
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Here's a 5/5 for you buddy. Very nice read.
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Vatican City State2594 Posts
A little anti-climactic, but I admire your ability to describe situations in detail without being overly verbose or long-winded. In the future I suggest using this skill towards stories that have a climax. I feel like you gave me a great blow job but one that was obviously just for foreplay and not for orgasm, then when it came time to sin you went to the bathroom and came out talking to your girlfriends about how funny penises look. Good luck with future females, have more confidence. Being a creeper, even if totally subtle and professionally done, is not the best way to approach a girl ever.
EDIT: 5/5
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So you saw a girl and never talked to her? Then wrote several pages of that? Cool
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I began reading this and then I decided to scroll down to look for any parts with quotation marks, or dialogue; nothing. It was a little creeperish to read all of that knowing that at no point did you engage in conversation. Well written though.
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Lol, that read like a cheesy romance novel. 5/5 (better luck next time /pat)
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On August 12 2010 01:51 Salv wrote: I began reading this and then I decided to scroll down to look for any parts with quotation marks, or dialogue; nothing. It was a little creeperish to read all of that knowing that at no point did you engage in conversation. Well written though. That was... like... sort of the point.
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On August 12 2010 02:08 love1another wrote:Show nested quote +On August 12 2010 01:51 Salv wrote: I began reading this and then I decided to scroll down to look for any parts with quotation marks, or dialogue; nothing. It was a little creeperish to read all of that knowing that at no point did you engage in conversation. Well written though. That was... like... sort of the point.
Yeah I just mean I was disappointed! It was like a great movie with a sad ending lol.
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Oh. hahaha, then thanks
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That was some of the most complicated bullshit I have ever read. Let me paste some text from a PUA forum to advance your game a bit so you don't waste many more years romanticising about love:
Women WANT sex. They might even be dying to get sex and in her mind probably fantasizing it (maybe even as far as wishing someone rape her). But mind you when I say rape, I didn't mean violence. People tend to confuse the two (but I have met women who wants violence also!). So you cannot really stereotype women when it comes to sex.
However, they won't show it. Not in this society. Because Women are conformists. They conform. They are not revolutionists. They comply. They do not comply only when they are given a choice.
I guess, biologically women are wired to comply and "fit-in" (you can call it "diplomacy") but men are wired to fight for what they want. If they are presented with something they don't like, biologically wired to fight for it.
But now we live in "civilized" society where there are laws and now women were given a "choice" and men were given no choice (and no fight). Men will be arrested and jailed for being men. So men are now Pussified (apparently a technical term! lol.).
The laws claim that they are giving women a choice but they are making men pussies along the way, so I guess they are actually taking away the women choice really (as far as my brain goes).
No wonder the whole "courting" and "mating" thing between humans are confused. You won't find that in any other species in the animal kingdom.
To illustrate my point, you should see this Spanish movie "The Method".
In this movie, one of the guy basically goes into the women toilet and say he wants to fuck her. She kept telling him she is not attracted to him all the way. And then 5 seconds later, her clothes are off (by herself) and the guy is boning her.
DISCLAIMER: I don't advocate hatred or violence towards women. Just not my thing. (I have to say it just for the record lol).
I'd even say as a rough rule thumb it is typically best to have yourself a half step ahead of where the girl is at (so you're leading), for instance take of your pants before hers.
It is also very very helpful to multitask. Specifically while you're making out with her you escalate further (as you're already both well caught up in the moment, thus perfect timing to move it up another notch). For instance take off her bra with one hand while you're making out with her, giving freer access to her boobs. Or take your pants off while making out, but just use one hand to get your jeans off. Then of course you'll next be fingering her &/or removing her pants. & so on, you just keep on carrying this process on towards sex.
Note: all the while you're keeping another hand moving up and down her body, or on her face or whatever you're doing with it at the time. & of course don't stop making out with her during this if you can. This leads to not just the double approach of making out and escalating at the same time, but also maintaining a high level of kino with the hand (this is all so you don't break state, even if you're quite clueless/drunk one of these things she is sure to be enjoying a lot & thus she won't want to stop ).
You can take this approach even more generally, you do not even have to be making out to use a three pronged attack. You can use your mouth to hit a heap of erogenous zones, lick/nibble/bite/suck at the neck/collar bone/nipples/earlobe (all the while keeping your other two hands busy, with the goal to: maintain state AND escalate further).
I think by now you are all seeing you can generalise this principle even further to a 4+ pronged attack (heh, I played chess a lot as a kid & I keep on thinking of Knights and forks...).
For instance: 1) having your thigh/knee between her legs to rub her pussy 2) biting her neck with your teeth 3) removing her bra with your left hand 4) grabbing her ass with your right hand
The most important point to gain from this once you realise the power of multitasking is to always be experimenting with her as you look for different angles/ways to escalate together. Have fun kids!
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Vatican City State2594 Posts
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Taiwan619 Posts
ahaha, i love the word "potable" :D
lol@pua post
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On August 13 2010 09:20 Pineapple wrote: That was some of the most complicated bullshit I have ever read. Let me paste some text from a PUA forum to advance your game a bit so you don't waste many more years romanticising about love:
Women WANT sex. They might even be dying to get sex and in her mind probably fantasizing it (maybe even as far as wishing someone rape her). But mind you when I say rape, I didn't mean violence. People tend to confuse the two (but I have met women who wants violence also!). So you cannot really stereotype women when it comes to sex.
However, they won't show it. Not in this society. Because Women are conformists. They conform. They are not revolutionists. They comply. They do not comply only when they are given a choice.
I guess, biologically women are wired to comply and "fit-in" (you can call it "diplomacy") but men are wired to fight for what they want. If they are presented with something they don't like, biologically wired to fight for it.
But now we live in "civilized" society where there are laws and now women were given a "choice" and men were given no choice (and no fight). Men will be arrested and jailed for being men. So men are now Pussified (apparently a technical term! lol.).
The laws claim that they are giving women a choice but they are making men pussies along the way, so I guess they are actually taking away the women choice really (as far as my brain goes).
No wonder the whole "courting" and "mating" thing between humans are confused. You won't find that in any other species in the animal kingdom.
To illustrate my point, you should see this Spanish movie "The Method".
In this movie, one of the guy basically goes into the women toilet and say he wants to fuck her. She kept telling him she is not attracted to him all the way. And then 5 seconds later, her clothes are off (by herself) and the guy is boning her.
DISCLAIMER: I don't advocate hatred or violence towards women. Just not my thing. (I have to say it just for the record lol).
I'd even say as a rough rule thumb it is typically best to have yourself a half step ahead of where the girl is at (so you're leading), for instance take of your pants before hers.
It is also very very helpful to multitask. Specifically while you're making out with her you escalate further (as you're already both well caught up in the moment, thus perfect timing to move it up another notch). For instance take off her bra with one hand while you're making out with her, giving freer access to her boobs. Or take your pants off while making out, but just use one hand to get your jeans off. Then of course you'll next be fingering her &/or removing her pants. & so on, you just keep on carrying this process on towards sex.
Note: all the while you're keeping another hand moving up and down her body, or on her face or whatever you're doing with it at the time. & of course don't stop making out with her during this if you can. This leads to not just the double approach of making out and escalating at the same time, but also maintaining a high level of kino with the hand (this is all so you don't break state, even if you're quite clueless/drunk one of these things she is sure to be enjoying a lot & thus she won't want to stop ).
You can take this approach even more generally, you do not even have to be making out to use a three pronged attack. You can use your mouth to hit a heap of erogenous zones, lick/nibble/bite/suck at the neck/collar bone/nipples/earlobe (all the while keeping your other two hands busy, with the goal to: maintain state AND escalate further).
I think by now you are all seeing you can generalise this principle even further to a 4+ pronged attack (heh, I played chess a lot as a kid & I keep on thinking of Knights and forks...).
For instance: 1) having your thigh/knee between her legs to rub her pussy 2) biting her neck with your teeth 3) removing her bra with your left hand 4) grabbing her ass with your right hand
The most important point to gain from this once you realise the power of multitasking is to always be experimenting with her as you look for different angles/ways to escalate together. Have fun kids!
How the hell did you read the OP and come up with this as a reply, haha? Besides the fact that this is almost irrelevant to what was originally said, all this pick up artist information is bullshit. There are kernels of truth, like being confident, and having friendly body language, but pick up artists take analyzing and theorizing to ridiculous levels. "Men are jailed for being men"? I can only assume you're talking about rape from your previous paragraphs, but raping a women isn't being a man, it's being an asshole.
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On August 11 2010 18:25 love1another wrote: ...Just then, directly in front of me, a wisp of a black pony tail turned around to reveal an eye-catching surprise. Bold, curious eyes trailed upwards carelessly toward the top corners of her precious face. She lowered her gaze sweeping across a neat triangular nose. Her lips drew softly together, as though desperately holding back a clever secret, as she turned back around.
I stopped for a second just to imagine this
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On August 13 2010 11:45 Salv wrote:+ Show Spoiler +On August 13 2010 09:20 Pineapple wrote: That was some of the most complicated bullshit I have ever read. Let me paste some text from a PUA forum to advance your game a bit so you don't waste many more years romanticising about love:
Women WANT sex. They might even be dying to get sex and in her mind probably fantasizing it (maybe even as far as wishing someone rape her). But mind you when I say rape, I didn't mean violence. People tend to confuse the two (but I have met women who wants violence also!). So you cannot really stereotype women when it comes to sex.
However, they won't show it. Not in this society. Because Women are conformists. They conform. They are not revolutionists. They comply. They do not comply only when they are given a choice.
I guess, biologically women are wired to comply and "fit-in" (you can call it "diplomacy") but men are wired to fight for what they want. If they are presented with something they don't like, biologically wired to fight for it.
But now we live in "civilized" society where there are laws and now women were given a "choice" and men were given no choice (and no fight). Men will be arrested and jailed for being men. So men are now Pussified (apparently a technical term! lol.).
The laws claim that they are giving women a choice but they are making men pussies along the way, so I guess they are actually taking away the women choice really (as far as my brain goes).
No wonder the whole "courting" and "mating" thing between humans are confused. You won't find that in any other species in the animal kingdom.
To illustrate my point, you should see this Spanish movie "The Method".
In this movie, one of the guy basically goes into the women toilet and say he wants to fuck her. She kept telling him she is not attracted to him all the way. And then 5 seconds later, her clothes are off (by herself) and the guy is boning her.
DISCLAIMER: I don't advocate hatred or violence towards women. Just not my thing. (I have to say it just for the record lol).
I'd even say as a rough rule thumb it is typically best to have yourself a half step ahead of where the girl is at (so you're leading), for instance take of your pants before hers.
It is also very very helpful to multitask. Specifically while you're making out with her you escalate further (as you're already both well caught up in the moment, thus perfect timing to move it up another notch). For instance take off her bra with one hand while you're making out with her, giving freer access to her boobs. Or take your pants off while making out, but just use one hand to get your jeans off. Then of course you'll next be fingering her &/or removing her pants. & so on, you just keep on carrying this process on towards sex.
Note: all the while you're keeping another hand moving up and down her body, or on her face or whatever you're doing with it at the time. & of course don't stop making out with her during this if you can. This leads to not just the double approach of making out and escalating at the same time, but also maintaining a high level of kino with the hand (this is all so you don't break state, even if you're quite clueless/drunk one of these things she is sure to be enjoying a lot & thus she won't want to stop ).
You can take this approach even more generally, you do not even have to be making out to use a three pronged attack. You can use your mouth to hit a heap of erogenous zones, lick/nibble/bite/suck at the neck/collar bone/nipples/earlobe (all the while keeping your other two hands busy, with the goal to: maintain state AND escalate further).
I think by now you are all seeing you can generalise this principle even further to a 4+ pronged attack (heh, I played chess a lot as a kid & I keep on thinking of Knights and forks...).
For instance: 1) having your thigh/knee between her legs to rub her pussy 2) biting her neck with your teeth 3) removing her bra with your left hand 4) grabbing her ass with your right hand
The most important point to gain from this once you realise the power of multitasking is to always be experimenting with her as you look for different angles/ways to escalate together. Have fun kids! How the hell did you read the OP and come up with this as a reply, haha? Besides the fact that this is almost irrelevant to what was originally said, all this pick up artist information is bullshit. There are kernels of truth, like being confident, and having friendly body language, but pick up artists take analyzing and theorizing to ridiculous levels. "Men are jailed for being men"? I can only assume you're talking about rape from your previous paragraphs, but raping a women isn't being a man, it's being an asshole.
Well the thing is if we don't stop the OP in his tracks now with his fantasizing then he's going to end up as a pussy when he grows up. The best way to save him is to ingrain him with some bitch management to get his mind on the right track:
Today, at a gas station, i DIDN’T pick up a model.
Some model was pumping gas, so i made some quick blah blah blah.. Then i asked, “Hey do you know how to [insert something ridiculously easy to do]”
Model: that’s kind of rude.
Ok stop.
Now this is where PUA “pickup” systems FAIL miserably. PUA CATERS to the problems that Feminism creates.. Feminism created this bitch who feels ENTITLED to her assumptions. She feels ENTITLED to make assumptions about the intent of my questions. THAT’S “rude”. But Feminism has taught her that it’s OK to shift blame from her shoulders onto mens’ shoulders.. Feminism teaches bitches that MEN are ALWAYS at fault. So of course it’s a “rude” question rather than a rude assumption in her mind. PUA’s don’t address this. This simply offers workaround solutions to the problem, so the problem REMAINS.
Realizing this would go nowhere, i simply reframed and put the blame back onto her shoulders.
Me: it’s rude of you to make assumptions about the intentions of a stranger’s question. Her: ok we’ll just leave it at that. Me: it’s okay. You’re a model (smiling).. You’re supposed to be a little retarded, so i forgive you.
Again, i fully control the frame here. And this is my little tribute to that fucking gay movie “Pay It Forward” where one good deed causes a domino effect of future good deeds. In this case, one good man controlling the frame and keeping a bitch in check will cause the same bitch to question her value/worth the next time she talks to a man.
The problem is, most men are pussies and will defer to a bitch and become neurotic around her. This is the type of bitch who you have to walk on egg shells around to avoid offending her. And this is exactly what Bitch Management is designed to put in check. This is a bitch that is damaged goods. She’s damaged by Feminism to believe that men are supposed to tiptoe around her and watch their P’s and Q’s otherwise she won’t validate them.. she’s been taught by pussified men that she can control the frame (i.e. she has authority over them), and she never has cause to question her own actions because others will simply defer and bend to accommodate her behavior, regardless of how self-centered it may be. In this case, PUA methods make men NEUROTIC trying to figure out how to talk to her without offending her. They are ADAPTING to the problem instead of SOLVING IT like Bitch Management does. BM actively addresses the disrespect of bitches. It weeds out the good from the bad. And it keeps the bad ones in check.
after i made the comment about “models being a little retarded” and me forgiving her because of it, in a nonchalant, non-angry tone (showing no emotional investment in the interaction which shows high value on my part), her face went sour. Her expression revealed how angry she was with me.. But this is exactly the “Pay It Forward” plan i had in mind. Because Bitch Management is concerned with ALL MEN. This is intended to be a cumulative effect, just like Feminism is a cumulative effect– it’s not just ONE bitch like this that makes men neurotic.. It’s THOUSANDS of bitches like this in your daily life that make you neurotic and jump thru hoops, hoping to never offend them.. It’s the media and social pressures, it’s your own PUSSIFIED peers who perpetuate this neurotic behavior and make you follow suit.. This is what Bitch Management firmly stands against..
When i sarge, i sarge for EVERY MAN. I show all bitches a DEDICATED PATTERN OF MANHOOD. That way they’ll think twice before they make the same mistake with the next man.. And my goal is to make them realize that THEY ARE THE MISTAKE, not the men who approach them. Their “you have to say what i like otherwise i won’t talk to you” mentality is the problem. I simply expose it– i expose what PUSSIFIED MEN ALLOW. I DON’T allow it. And that’s why i get the responses I WANT. And i reject the responses i don’t want. This ATTITUDE “Pays It Forward”.. One male strongly advocating his manhood sends a clear message to a bitch– “I KNOW YOU’RE A BITCH. YOU’RE NOT FOOLING ANYONE.” women who are told, “NO”, respond much better than women who are told “yes.” because only spoiled children are told “yes” all the time.. Children of character are told “NO” because character is not just a building up of good qualities. It’s more importantly, a shaving down of poor qualities.
In order to build a good building, you need to first tear down the old one.. Then you need to have a proper foundation. And THEN you can worry about actually building it. The same applies to a bitch. In order to train a bitch, you FIRST have to tear down the OLD BITCH. This means undoing all of the damage that feminism has done..This means you’ll be saying a lot of “NO’s” in her direction because she’s used to applying bad behavior/attitude to the situation.. Then you have to build a proper foundation for your bitch. This means taking care of boundaries and bottom lines. This means letting her know your KEY expectations and demands (aka sex other important needs/demands that you want met.) THEN you can worry about building up all her good attributes and features that people see outwardly in her.. INVALIDATE the bad in her, and VALIDATE the good in her. And BE DECISIVE in doing so.. “Shoulds” and “possiblys” and “maybes” are something SHE will offer. YOU need to be DECISIVE and DELIBERATE in what you do.
Wrong way: “honey maybe you should learn to be more accommodating of my friends?”
Right way: “honey. Could you possibly SHUT THE FUCK UP. These are my friends. If you don’t like them, you can get the fuck out. And leave the starburst in your pocket by the door because they’re mine.”
The point is not to emulate what I’m saying word for word..And yes you can be more euphemistic if you want. You don’t have to say “fuck” if you don’t want to .. I’m exaggerating to make a point. The POINT is: BE DEFINITE. BE DECISIVE. It’s the PRINCIPLE that matters. The method can be tailored to suit your particular style of expression..
And again, because manhood is attractive to bitches in general, i have OPTIONS. I do not have to bow down to some dumb model bitch who wants me to walk on egg shells around her. I can stand up for myself and maintain my integrity, my manhood. This is what she’s not used to encountering; men of principle. At Bitch Management, we teach you to weed out women like this.. Because, let’s say, by some means, i was able to salvage the situation, get her number and ended up dating her.. Most men would see that as a success. But what most men don’t realize is that the problem didn’t go away– I’m STILL going to have to deal with her wanting me to walk on egg shells around her. Just because i don’t offend her with that question, doesn’t mean i won’t offend her with another statement or behavior.. Because as long as i allow bitches to control the frame, they effectively get to control the INTENT behind anything i do.. THEY get to define what is and isn’t rude FOR me. so I’d be wasting untold amounts of time and energy (not to mention neurotic frustration) trying to jump thru hoops just to please her when i could just as easily spend my time more wisely giving my attention to bitches who DO RESPOND to my frame.. For every model, there are 10 other girls who are just as hot who WILL respond to my frame. Why should i waste my time and energy on some bitch damaged by Feminism when i have more willing options who are not suffering the same damage.
I don’t need to worry about A2, stage 5, row 7 of the pickup handbook like most PUA’s do.. I simply control the frame of interaction..In shorthand, i have authority over the bitches i Game. This means MY NEEDS AND EXPECTATIONS GET MET FIRST. I get sex WHEN I WANT IT, ON MY SCHEDULE. I get things done WHEN I WANT THEM DONE, NOT ON HER SCHEDULE. This is the heart of Bitch Management. You guys need to take note. I can worry about the principle of reciprocation AFTER the bitch learns to respect my authority over her. THEN i can worry about taking care of meeting her needs.
….so today i DIDN’T pick up a model at a gas station.
And today i proved, once again, that Bitch Management will save you the trouble of having to learn countless bullshit PUA approach lines to memorize.. Learning the principles of manhood will make you attractive without having to suffer the burden of learning validation-seeking tactics/lines which are characteristic of most PUA “pickup” systems out there today.
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Damn, your thought pattern is exactly like mine D:... that's so sad
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Not only was none of that an original thought, but you didn't even paraphrase it. Besides that, it's not even well written, it's hard to read and the punctuation and grammar is terrible.
EDIT: Oh, and also it's complete horseshit.
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Also, you're a moron if you follow PUA reasoning like a religion.
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On August 14 2010 00:12 Murderotica wrote: Also, you're a moron if you follow PUA reasoning like a religion. Hahahaha. <3 Your name is so cool. It's like Murder + Erotica. It sounds like the name of a song by AFI.
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Vatican City State2594 Posts
On August 14 2010 01:20 love1another wrote:Show nested quote +On August 14 2010 00:12 Murderotica wrote: Also, you're a moron if you follow PUA reasoning like a religion. Hahahaha. <3 Your name is so cool. It's like Murder + Erotica. It sounds like the name of a song by AFI. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Portmanteau
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On August 14 2010 01:29 Murderotica wrote:Show nested quote +On August 14 2010 01:20 love1another wrote:On August 14 2010 00:12 Murderotica wrote: Also, you're a moron if you follow PUA reasoning like a religion. Hahahaha. <3 Your name is so cool. It's like Murder + Erotica. It sounds like the name of a song by AFI. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Portmanteau Oh! I always thought Portmanteau sounded like 3 words put together (Port, man, toe) and now I know why! :D
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