Sane people don't need studies to confirm the bleeding obvious, but it's nice to reference them when they become available, if for no other reason than to remotely relish the psychological pain such studies assuredly cause the insane platoon of pretty lie pushers. Our latest ♥science♥ shiv is a feminist id killer. 1,000 brain scans were analyzed and averaged and a…
Some other night within the last three weeks – banged a girl I used to work with a lot in one of my side jobs. I just met up with her after I got off a work gig, danced, then brought her and a friend back to my house for water, the girl friend bounced, then we banged. During the act she was amazed I was able to get her off so quickly. She was acting almost embarassed afterwards, not really returning my text or the call I made to her. I wasn’t sure why. Then today I saw that she announced her new bf on social media. HAHA.
Thursday I did a shitload of tindering trying to work up some leads to meet up with next week (still haven’t met up with a girl from that site, but soon). Most girls had boring as fuck Thanksgivings so I told them about freediving with my family and how we were trying to find lobster for the dinner table (no lobster but I pole speared a hefty fish, a type that I’d never got before). All girls were impressed, I feasted with my family then drove home and worked Friday.
Friday night I hit up some people but nobody was responding except for my neighbor/friend so he and I went out for some beers and to try to find some girls so we walked downtown. It was cold as fuck out so not that many people were out, but we found some decent girls to dance with at one spot then it kind of died out so we rolled downstairs and did the “should we or shouldn’t we” moment and decided on should, heading up to a different bar with a bigger dance floor.
This place was packed, but the dance floor was almost all dudes and some mediocre girls. I made a round through the floor and as I was coming back about to exit the dance floor disappointed and ready to go home there was a pretty shorter haired brunette (shoulder length) with a smoking body dancing with a couple guys dancing near but obviously not with her. I threw some kind of dance move down (can’t even remember what) and she was down. Actually, more than down. She was instantly using me as a grinding/twerk pole and I started handling her. My friend just straight up leaves after flashing me a knowing smile.
At some point she asked me, “wait, are you gay?” and I told her no, then we kept dancing, with her throwing her leg up and me grabbing it and leaning her back and all kinds of drunken shit (The G Manifesto – I DID NOT THROW SHIT ON HER). We got pretty heavy into the grinding and then I don’t remember what happened (I think I had to piss or something) but I remember coming back to see her talking to a guy at the bar with some girl next to her.
I walk straight up to her at the bar and say something, pretty much ignoring the dude she was talking to and she turns and starts talking to me, I position my back a little to him. She again asks if I’m not gay and I take this as a shit test and say, “you tell me” as I move in for a kiss (she seemed open). She does the cheek turn and then suddenly I’m aware of the girl that was next to her. This chick goes, “did you just try to kiss my girlfriend?!?!?!?!” and I’m like “….?” and then it hits me. These chicks might actually be together.
I sort of laugh and ask if she’s serious. She is and tells me since I didn’t know it’s fine but I better not do it again. I tell her no, I’m actually gonna bounce (because it’s obvious she doesn’t want a dick and I’m completely blown away) so I hugged the hot girl and rolled out. My friend can’t believe what happened the next day. He was just as blown away since he watched us dance on the floor and it didn’t even come close to entering his mind that she might be a lesbian.
Saturday night I held a poker game at my place, invited the cougar (we’ll call her Bulgaria) who is her on vacation that I know through volleyball friends to come play, then go out/dance afterwards. She was a little wishy washy but I figured fuck it, if she comes she comes. She ended up coming out and was wearing a pretty sexy backless shirt. Everyone was showing up late, so she actually came by when there was only two other people there (not enough for the game to start) so I just did some practice hands after convincing her to have a cocktail.
Eventually friends started showing up, but none of the other girls I’d invited. Thankfully my one female friend that Bulgaria knows showed up and we got the poker game going. It was a really good game because despite there being a few players who were rusty or fairly new to the game, I was able to demonstrate my prowess at keeping the game running smooth. Multiple friends brought good beer and we watched the end of the football game and after I turned on some good background music.
Bulgaria was having a good time, but just barely sipping on her tall cocktail (I told her we don’t have glasses her size). Eventually my girl friend and I convince her to stay to go out/dance afterwards. I ended up placing in the money and a few friends went home and a few more stayed to finish their beers. I established the frame that we were finishing our last drinks and then whoever was going out would and everyone else would have to go home. I’d been progressively turning up the music, but now I put it on a dance station and started really cranking it up. My neighbor got off work at 10PM and came over. He was blown away by the sound system and the bass getting the ladies dancing.
Soon our drinks were almost gone and I announced last song so we headed out, 3 guys 2 girls. The one guy is a silly dancer and wasn’t going after either girl and the other guy is too timid to be a threat (despite working in a job where he could easily pull tail). We went to the bar I have the most on lockdown and I ordered us up tall/strong drinks and we let loose on the dance floor. The bulgarian had never danced like this before but she was having fun. I danced with both the girls and gave her a little more attention because….dat ass. I was smacking it here and there and getting down. Later we moved to a different bar and of course we all walked right in because we can.
We ended the night hungry so we all bought sandwiches at the local place and headed back to my place to eat them. By this time both guys had gone home so I was just hanging with the girls (my friend has a boyfriend). Bulgaria ended up slipping through my fingers a bit and avoided a sloppy kiss attempt and chose to go stay at my girl friend’s place near by (we had told her earlier in the night when she decided to go out and continue drinking that she could stay at one of our two places instead of driving). However, she did say she would stay at my place next time with a nice little girlish smile so I’m hoping not all is lost. I’m thinking a candlelit full body oil massage and she’ll be in my bed. Thinking positive.
So since Bulgaria was out I hit up my friends with benefits Maria (actually hit her up earlier in the night to see how things were going as she was hanging out with mutual friends) and she was still up hanging out and they were all going to hit the hot tub. I was tired/drunk at this point but decided I was going to get my dick wet one way or another so I grabbed my longboard skateboard and made the seemingly longest ride ever over to meet with them. Hot tub was good, drank some beer, but by this time it was like 4 or later in the morning so we hopped out and dried off, then made a quick stop by her place, but since people were there we left. We were kind of sloppy drunk so we ended up fucking in a dark walkway next to her building (then some guys were talking right by the opening not noticing us but kind of killing the vibe), then we made out and I either had my hand down the front of her pants fingering her or my hand down the back of her pants…well…fingering her again the entire walk home. Drunken fuckfest when we got back and I didn’t go to sleep until after 5 AM.
Woke up ridiculously sore from Saturday volleyball so I had Maria make breakfast then I met up with my hot ass friend who I found out recently became single and we played and won 5 games of volleyball against good players. I will have to hit her up to come out in my town and see if I can bang her. That would be ridiculous. She’s model pretty and has been really working out a lot and it shows.
The bulgarian saw me playing with her as she came out late to the beach (with my friend who she’d stayed over with) and wanted to play with me but I reminded her she woke up late and that I’d told her I could only play until I had to pick up my neighbor at the airport. She came by later after I got back from my errand and hung out and we chatted some but I could tell she felt gross from beach all day. She insisted I call her to hang out and do interesting things and party too. Then I passed the fuck out.
We’ll see. She’s either trying to use me for a place to crash by the beach or she’s playing it slow. Time will tell.
I totally forgot to get back to any of the tinder girls or girls I’d moved to text messaging off of tinder. Fuck!
Ended up trading the following with strippers for massages:
1. Massage Trade
3. Lap Dance (if she was my type)
Quotes from the night:
1. Hi I hear you’re a masseuse.
2. Is there a line?
3. I hear you’re good with your hands.
I came back blueballed up (I’m NOT paying for nothing to happen in the VIP room) and called up Maria.
She came over and I told her she needed to pay for her bad behaviour earlier. She blew me while I played with her clit and she made me come not once, not twice, but three times. She just kept going and it kept feeling so good. Never have I busted twice from the same blowjob, much less three times. WOW. Then I fucked her and made her come twice (no idea how my dick was still hard after busting three times successively) then passed the heck out. Crazy.
A female friend of mine posted this to her social media:
Especially hilarious because she is completely a girl. She probably doesn’t hit HALF of the items laid out in the article yet she’s all “you go girls [women]” about this article. Hilarious. She moved practically to another state to be with this guy and the relationship lasted maybe 3 months past that point and she’s already in another relationship. She’s a total slut who hasn’t got off the carousel (she was still sleeping with other guys and not counting them because she was drunk while in a relationship).
The difference between a girl and a woman is that a girl will call herself/project herself as a woman, but a woman knows that she is a woman and to everyone else there is zero doubt. They used to call them ladies.
I was reading this post over at LaidNYC and contemplating high school as well as my last post about what spawned the huge fear of rejection in me and I decided to count the years that it took me to lose my fear of rejection enough to ask a girl out/for her number from that point in grade school. Conservatively it took the better part of FIFTEEN YEARS!
Nearly a decade and a half to realize that rejection wasn’t all that bad. I even lost my virginity before I really started to get over my fear of rejection.
I hope any younger cat reads this and realizes that fear of rejection is stupid and all in your head and doesn’t make the same mistake I did.
A couple pictures for your entertainment:
What a great response huh? Now, some hotness:
I posted this as a response over on RooshVFoum to a thread which someone titled, “I take rejection way too hard” and here it my response:
You say you take rejection way too hard. I don’t believe you.
Let me tell you a story about a boy in elementary school who wrote a short note to his crush, a girl he found uniquely attractive and who he thought should like him back.
This boy wrote in the note that he liked her and asked if she liked him. In the post script he added the request, “please don’t show this to anyone.”
The girl opened the note during a group project and read it, the boy watched out of the corner of his eye. Then she laughed as she showed the note to each one of her group project partners and they all laughed at the boy as he felt the utmost rejection.
It took this boy well after high school and even nearly college age in order to recover from that rejection and figure out that rejection doesn’t matter, that rejection will happen at all times, that rejection is no failure, it is just practice for success. This boy grew into a man the more he cast aside his irrational fear of rejection.
That fear of rejection that imprisoned the boy was almost entirely self-made and self-fulfilled.
That boy was me.