Work the Room!

Any student of pick-up has likely heard of the idea of “working the room.” Attraction is often venue-specific. For example, there are some occupations that often give one access to countless sexual partners, such as being a musician, actor, plastic surgeon, or some sort of celebrity. Yet, the boss of a pizzeria shop can often sleep with many of his female employees if he is so inclined. A Domino's manager doesn’t often make much money, but in that environment, he is socially dominant for no other reason than he is the boss. Ask any nightclub bouncer how many times they are sexually propositioned any given week. Again, they hardly make more than a movie theater usher, but in that setting, the nightclub, they wield tremendous power and therefore, dominance.

In any particular venue, the most socially dominant male has his pick of all the females while the “nice guys” get drunk and hit on the scraps. I have exploited this principle in my night game. When I go out with the goal of getting a same night pull (SNP),* I purposely work the room. Thinking over my successes and those of my closest wings, we have all employed this same strategy: Open everything with two X chromosomes, hook ‘em and get them loving you, and sooner or later, the women who is also looking to go home and is logistically able to do so will pop up out of no where and often open you. If you read over my recent LR with HBSweetTits, you’ll see that I applied this principle, though I was not consciously aware of it at the time. Conversely, if you look over my failed attempt at seducing HBCockTease, you’ll see that one cardinal mistake I made was latching onto her like a horny dog instead of working the room, which would actually bait her to chase me. Never again will I make that mistake.

When you work the room, something else happens: people left and right supplicate to you like a bunch of babies crying to suck at their mommies’ tits. Bouncers move out of the way and let you in without looking at your driver’s license. Men and women alike buy you drinks, snacks, and even dinners. The hornier women open you or at least gather around you. People move out of your way as you walk around the venue. This is the pinnacle of social dominance.

Of course, this strategy is not a requirement for SNP success, but I find it easier than having to screen the women I want for logistics. This way, the women with the raging hormones and the right logistics come to me. Even if you don’t end up taking someone home, I save myself lots of money anyway.

*For you newbies, a same night pull is similar to a one night stand in that you have sex with the women the same day or night you meet her. The difference is with a one night stand, there is an assumption that the sex is a one time deal and you’ll never see each other again. With a SNP, you do see her again and the sexual relationship is ongoing.

FR: Encountering a Cocktease

Well, this wouldn't be a good blog if I only shared my successes. Like anyone else, I don't always succeed, but I learn from every experience. Perhaps you can learn too from mine. Here a recent field report of a seduction gone horribly wrong:

I’ve been out most of the day, but by the time I get home, I’m in a great mood since I got a lot of my studying done and I met a cute girl at the Barnes and Noble while doing so. It’s 11:30 and I decide to take advantage of my good mood and roll out to a local college bar. The scene is so so – lots of large, mix sets but no real targets to cry home about. I go straight to the bar and am pleased to see a free buffet of tater tots, salad, and pasta. Sweet! I hang out for a bit looking to see if things improve when I decide to roll to another bar down the road. As I’m walking the street, I spot this 3-set and I randomly ask, “hey, you know the way to X-bar? ” Of course, I know exactly where it is, but that’s what popped out of my mouth. They warn me that X-bar is pretty dead (they just came from there) and they’re on their way to the bar I was just at.

I’m thinking I should just go back with them, but how do I jive that with the story I told of meeting up some friends at White Horse? That, and I don’t like the idea of reversing course and chasing them like a lil puppy. So, we part ways and seeing that it’s close to 1, I’m sitting in my car, ready to call it a night. But I don’t…I can’t. I can’t let this opportunity go; gotta man up and get what I want! My mind was trying to talk me out of it, saying it’d be weird to return to the venue where I just was, but I cut that thread and rolled back in, looking for that set from the street. I find ‘em easily on the couches and I reopen, “hey, didn’t I meet you guys earlier?” I said something like my friends had to go home…work early tomorrow. From here, I’m just having a blast gaming them like I usually do: dancing, spinning, sexual state, etc. She complimented me on my game on at least 5 diff. occasions. “To get this good, you must practice a lot.” “Oh, you’re good!” Girls are so funny; they have no clue the amount of work it takes to go from social anxiety to social dominance. It takes a hell of a lot more than “practice.” Within 10 min, I was having full make-outs with my target, HBCocktease. I know Vin says he usually waits till he’s in isolation, but I was very confident I’d be closing her later, so I figure, why not?

The dynamic is me and two other guys are trying to take home these three girls to our respective places. My target is the cockblock and I have to continually disarm her to get rid of her friends and close her. In retrospect, I may have picked the wrong target. Anyway, I tried to take her hand and pull her out of the bar on probably 5 diff. occasions, but she kept saying adamantly, “I’m not leaving without my girls.” I’m annoyed and frustrated at times, but I think I hid it well. Who knows; I know how well girls can pick up your emotional state. I later learn my target really doesn’t want her blonde friend to go home with this guy cause she (the blonde) has a bf.

The guy “working” the blonde is a dumbass and wouldn’t have gotten laid without my help. By “working,” he’s just plowing her with drinks as he slurs sweet nothings into her ear. The bar closes but we’re in there an extra 20 min. cause the girls are in the bathroom talking about Lord knows what. I keep telling myself to be patient. We’re all outside. One girl goes home with one guy. The black bouncer and his white friend are trying to outgame me, telling my target about Hip Hop Tues. or whatever and how afterwards they can go back to his place. No dice…bastard can’t overpower me! The other guy with the blonde is kissing her behind the tree while again I keep disarming my target and trying to extract her. After we makeout for 15 min, I’m walking her to my car when she looks back and spots the blonde and the dude making out behind the tree! The girls run up ahead and have a discussion…I’m chewing out the guy (quietly): “Dumbass! You should’ve been gone 15 min ago! I gave you the window. When we catch up with them, I want you gone with that blonde ASAP!!” It’s sooooo frustrating negotiating with drunk chodes.

Finally, the blonde emphatically says she’s going home with the guy. I have my girl and we’re walking to my car. Home free I think…nope. She keeps saying she just met me, doesn’t know me, blah blah blah and at first doesn’t want to get in my car. She says she’s going home tonight. So, I say I’ll give you a ride and she insists we walk. I’m dumbfounded: I’m not walking around when I have my car. I tell myself to relax and think of how to work this in my favor again. So, I tried an old tactic that’s worked in the past.

I convince her to get in the car. Though she doesn’t want to use my car charger for her dying razor…women! At ev. traffic light, we’re making out. I had no plan at this point…I guess I was looking for a PUA miracle. I drive her to this college building where she’s a senior RA, but this college has antiquated rules about male visitors…we’re not allowed in! (My first gf went to this school, so I’m aware of the rules). On the walk over, we’re hardcore making out again but then she says, “oh, you’re really trying.” The girl I fucked at the graveyard said something similar like “you’re trying too hard.” So, that may be another hole in my game to patch up. I responded the same way last night as I did then: I froze her out. At this point, we’re just sitting down on a couch in the lobby and I’m in disbelief that after all that work, I’m not getting laid tonight. I get her digits, kiss her goodbye, and that’s that. I send her one text on the way home, “So great to make new friends. *kiss*” And I left it at that.

Bittersweet ending, but I don’t want to paint a bleak picture. Overall, it was a lot of fun and I learned a lot.

Speaking of teases, I came across this hot video of Pam Rogers, a hot blonde school teacher who made one 13 year one lucky boy!

Feed the Cow...But Know Your Value

Ever since the massive media attention following the publication of Neil Strauss' "The Game," the seduction community has become a virtual cash cow with a bottomless pit of commercialization. Gurus have popped up all over the place selling workshops, books, e-books, DVDs, and audio programs designed to help the average chode get more poonani with less aggravation.

Regardless of what style is being sold, almost everyone employs the marketing tactics pioneered by David DeAngelo back in 2001. You start on a cover page that collects your first name and email. After you fill it in, you're taken to a new webpage that would easily span 50 pages if you printed it out. All over the webpage are endless promises of how this product will revolutionize your dating life, sprinkled with little NLPisms throughout, such as putting certain key phrases or words in bold or italics. Meanwhile, your email box gets inundated with "newsletters" several times a week.

Certainly, I have no problem with talented PUAs making a profit off their genius, though I wish there was more creativity in marketing tactics. I have downloaded, purchased, and studied endless products from the community and they have truly changed my life. However, there are countless posers out there who merely copy the ideas of others and repackage them as their own. Let's be honest...how many companies teaching "indirect" have copied and repackaged Mystery's Method over and over and over again? More importantly, the community's rapid commercialization has made the task of learning game that much more difficult as gurus increasingly contradict and disagree with each other. Being a newbie once myself, I know the common mistake most of them with severe approach anxiety make: they try to absorb as much information as they can as a way of avoiding approaching women.

When I started learning this stuff, I was lucky. The only guru around selling stuff on a massive scale was David DeAngelo. While his "cocky and funny" did not do much more than turn me into an insecure asshole, it at least got my foot in the door and allowed me to focus on one direction and philosophy. Now, there are hundreds of gurus out there and the sheer volume of information is overwhelming. Before I decided to just go with Vin DiCarlo's brand of Natural Game, I literally had at least a thousand seduction e-books I had yet to read. I cannot imagine what it is like for a newbie these days as it is daunting to know who to follow.

I cannot tell you which guru or philosophy most jives with your personality. What they say is true. Everything works as long as you believe down in your core that it does. The one principle that runs consistently through every technique, idea, or tactic is certainty: certainty is who you are and certainty in what you want.The backbone of strong game is unshakable inner game - being solid in your inherent value.

The one point of contention where I strongly disagree with practitioners of indirect game is this notion of "demonstrating higher value." You do not have to demonstrate anything. Value is yours to have, believe, and own. You OWN it. No woman no matter how beautiful or bitchy can take it away from you unless you give it to her.

Value is also individualized; what's valuable to one is worthless to another. Let's say you're like the typical chode who spots a woman and goes over to meet her. If she is a hippy chick and you go there wearing a business suit, expensive watch, and try to impress her with your money and success, she will be turned off as that stuff isn't valuable to her. She may prefer a guy who is emotionally expressive, artistic, and "4/20 friendly." If you do this with a woman who is impressed with wealth as it communicates certain qualities she finds attractive, then you may do fine. Still, worrying about DHVing and hoping that you'll demonstrate what she finds to be valuable is supplication in of itself and terribly inconsistent, unless you screen your women well. But if you do that, then your selection of women is very limited and things get boring very quickly.

This supplication is at the heart of approach anxiety. The guy puts his value on the line as he approaches a woman. His self-esteem hinges on her mood, as she could be in a friendly mood...or having a bad day. As Decker of The Authentic Man Program would say, "damn right you're scared!" When you come from that place where you know deep down in your core that you're valuable, the world and women's legs open up to you in ways you wouldn't believe.

Looking for a Good Wing Man!

My fellow brothas of poonani,

Here's your opportunity to roll with the Dicknotist! My usual wing & close friend has obligations that keep him away from sarging with me every other week-end. Sure, I have other pals I can roll with, but I figure here's a good opportunity to really help those who are struggling.

This isn't going to be a teacher-student situation though. I won't say I'm a guru, but I'm definitely skilled. I also believe that everyone has something valuable I can learn from and vice-versa. We'll be peers...fellow PUAs out to have a good time and bring cheer to everyone else in the venue.

Also keep in mind that when I go out, I look to push things as far as they can go. This isn't for the faint of heart. Sometimes numbers are necessary, but I shoot for the close - and there's only one type of close that counts. Wink

If you're interested, email me (the_dicknotist-pua at yahoo dot com) the following info:
-First name
-Age
-Town/city where you live (must be close to Boston, MA)
-Style (direct, indirect, natural etc)
-Years/months you've been sarging
-Area(s) you usually sarge
-Current sticking point(s)
-Area(s) of pickup where you shine
-PUA Goal(s) (i.e. fuck buddies, LTR, mLTR, etc.)
-Cell #

I'm particularly interested in late night game (bars & lounges from 11 PM on), though I'm also looking for a change and plan on incorporating more day game into my schedule. We can do both.

Can't wait to hear from you,

The Dicknotist

Why Scientists Never Get Laid

Pick-up is an art, not a science. That's why I'm a pick-up artist, not a pick-up scientist. There's no reason or logic to attracting and seducing women. You have to build and trust your intuition. Science helps us make sense of the world around us, but it can never explain human nature, which is heavily influenced by emotions. Science is ruled by logic; emotions defy logic. Particularly in attracting, seducing, and retaining women, science is continually behind the pick-up arts, as evidenced in this recent news story I found:.

People who are socially dominant and either very friendly or very antagonistic tend to be more sexually promiscuous, according to a new study.

Friendly, warm people may enjoy sharing their warmth with others by sleeping with them, whereas antagonistic people may sleep around to avoid having a monogamous relationship. And having a dominant personality makes it easier to approach potential partners.

Past studies have suggested that people who are dominant tend to have more sexual partners than people who are submissive, but there has been little research into whether a person’s level of interpersonal warmth -- the way in which they interact with others -- affects their sexual actions.

So Patrick Markey, a psychologist at Villanova University, and his wife Charlotte Markey, a psychologist at Rutgers University, asked 210 adults to take a test to measure their interpersonal characteristics. They also asked the subjects to indicate with how many people they had engaged in certain sexual activities.

When they compared the subjects’ responses, they were able to confirm that dominance is a key trait of people who have a lot of sexual partners. They also found that people who are either extremely warm or extremely cold toward others tend to be promiscuous -- and that people who are just moderately warm have the fewest sexual partners.

Antagonistic people might prefer to have multiple sex partners in order to avoid being in a monogamous relationship, out of fear of being poorly treated or being later rejected by a committed partner, the authors noted in their study, which is to be published in the Journal of Research in Personality.

Patrick Markey says it’s particularly interesting that warm people tend to be promiscuous, because in some ways, it conflicts with the moral thinking that promiscuity is bad.

While sleeping with multiple partners certainly carries with it certain health risks, “it could be that someone’s not doing it to achieve the most pleasure. Someone actually might be doing it as an expression of their warmth to other people,” he told LiveScience. “A warm person might hug lots of people; a warm person might kiss lots of people. Well, maybe a warm person might sleep with lots of people.”

Hmmm...people who are socially dominant get laid the most often. Really?! :o)

Why Am I a PUA?

Every time I am on the verge of making a major life transformation, I find that my biggest obstacles to success are the people who love me the most. At the end of my college career when I finally realized that staying in a mediocre relationship was actually no better than no relationship at all, some of the biggest protesters were my parents who were certain that we’d eventually marry. Their opposition to the breakup is astounding considering they never really liked my then-gf. However, I had been with her for three years and to suddenly be single again would have been a major change for my parents and like most people, they resist change. The next major transformation was when I decided to do everything I can to lose weight. At my heaviest, I was 292 lbs. but I hid it well given my tall height. Every step along the way, my parents kept nagging me about how concerned they were with my weight loss and wondered if I was overdoing it. I persevered and eventually lost over 70 lbs. I have regained 20 of those pounds but much of that gain is in the form of muscle.

Despite the weightloss, I was still a passive, insecure, nerdy nice boy who never had the courage or inner confidence to show any interest in women. Instead, I spent my time trolling online dating sites and going out with women who looked like they crawled out of a sewer somewhere. Even today, when I think of the women I saw back then, I puke in my mouth. Now, I am a socially dominant, confident, successful man and has his pick of many women. I dropped my glasses for contacts, swapped by clean shaven baby face for a more rugged and sexy goatee, and left the Ralph Lauren Polos more suitable for golf than social attire for form-fitting, collared shirts and t-shirts that show off my sexy features. I even sport designer jeans, trendy jackets, and have a strong understanding of men's fashion - all without being a metrosexual weirdo. I feel sexy, I act sexy, and I am sexy. Only recently am I progressing to the stage where I can sleep with women very rapidly, even have one night stands. My current goals for this summer are building consistency (consistently seducing the women I want) and retention (retaining the women I’ve slept with for relationships in line with my values). Sadly, not all my friends are accepting of my goals.

Two of my closest friends in particular mean well and love me, but they are blinded by their own socially conservative morals that prevent them from listening to me or seeing my side of things. Too often, I am being lectured or scolded when all I want is someone to listen to me. One friend of mine is convinced that I’m doing this in some misguided attempt at keeping up with the casual-sex-joneses or something. I hear, “I don't see why you need to sleep with lots of people to feel happy.” Well, I don’t. I’m mature enough to know that happiness cannot be found at the end of a vagina, though amazing physical pleasure can and does. Ultimately, I want what most guys eventually want: an awesome girlfriend (or 2 or 3...depending on the amount of time on my hands). Problem is, the antiquated dating system is broken; it is an expensive, time-consuming venture with no guarantee anything will come out of them since too many women (and men probably) are unsure of what they want and are too meek to be honest and not lead you on. Entire industries are focused on teaching people how to snag that special someone, when the answer isn't to learn how to date better and learn all these manipulative tricks, but to accept and love yourself.

The last time I actually took a woman out was a few months ago during the month of January. I met her and her friends during New Year’s Eve and won her over with my confidence and authenticity. I’m a great judge of character and I told her things about herself that even she probably didn’t know. More important, I enjoyed every minute of it. Each date thereafter was an amazing time. I started feeling connected to her and thought things were going somewhere incredible. She was beautiful, intelligent, thoughtful, and lit up the room. Then, to my dismay, she stopped returning my calls. Like a typical, needy wuss-bag, I kept calling or texting, though I somehow kept it limited to once a day or two days. After a week, she finally called me back and told me that she enjoyed her freedom too much to be in a relationship and she LJBFed me. In other words, she whacked me with the dreaded “let’s just be friends” line. I’ll be honest: I was enraged and in pain for a good two weeks…and I didn’t even sleep with her. Still, I charged on, continuing to work on myself and become a better person – which includes learning from these past mistakes.

There’s an old maxim: if you keep doing what you’ve always done, you’re going to keep getting what you’ve always gotten. It’s time for a change. My friends and I share the same ends (solid, amazing relationships) but want to achieve them through different means. A quality girlfriend is hard to find, but she's out there and when I find her (or them), I will rock their worlds. Until that day comes, I will continue seducing women and developing casual connections to quench my sexual thirst. I’m a powerful, sexual man and I refuse to apologize or hold back my desires. If I meet a woman I am interested in, I am not going to arbitrarily hold back for some fear of having sex too soon and losing her. I’ve lost women I’ve slept with quickly and I have also lost women I dated for a long time and may not have actually slept with them. The bottom line isn’t the speed of the sex but whether the needs of both parties are satisfied.

Am I a “jaded playa,” as one friend worries? Is this activity “frivolous?” I’m not jaded; I’m focused on achieving my goals. This activity may be frivolous to others, but it’s of tremendous importance to me. Becoming good with women has made me a more emotionally sensitive, powerful, confident, affectionate, and successful man. To stop or reverse course now is nothing short of insane. I am seeing this to the end and when that day comes, I'll hang up my PUA boots and reminisce on the memories.

LR: How Sweet They Are...

It's been an amazing week. 2 lays in 2 days. I'll just talk about one as the other was with an ex-fuck buddy I haven't seen in a year. Nostalgia is beautiful. Without further ado, here is the reason I got no sleep last night:

My wing and I roll into a college bar in Boston and are just out to have a great time. My mentality is to open and hook everything with two x chromosomes and make their night – and that’s exactly what I did. I’m rolling up to the bar to get a Blue Moon when I spot a 2-set right in front of me. Quick, spontaneous opener: “Hey, what do you guys recommend for good beer around here?” I roll in with a compliance request immediately and as we’re shooting the shit, my target starts dissing X-town (I went to school there). So, I immediately ignore her and go so far as to get in between them with my back to my target and facing my nontarget. I don’t even get a chance to open my mouth when my target grabs my shoulders to turn me around and backs down immediately: “No, I was kidding! I lived in X-town for years.” I reward her good behavior accordingly with a hug and I hug the nontarget for good measure. Hey...I love hugs!

Then this super cute brunette rolls into the set with the sweetest pair of knockers in the joint. Let’s call her HBSweetTits – my new target. I immediately roll out what I like to call a DiCarlo combo (I do a bunch of the concepts I learned in the Drills boot camp in rapid succession). I don’t recall what I opened her with, but I do a quick compliance request and guide her body such that we’re in mini-isolation. Finally, I back away and whisper to her “come here” as if I need for her to follow me so I can tease her friends. Bamn! Hard isolation…all in 15 sec. This is fun cause her friends think we’re talking about them and are wondering what the hell I’m saying (intrigue) when in truth, I just want HBSweetTits to myself to game her hard. I said something benign about her friends in the first sentence and immediately transition it to vibing and rapport building.

She goes outside for a smoke and I just let her go (I don’t care if girls smoke on their own time, but I can’t be around it when they do). Her friends roll back up to me and isolate me to the couches. Nothing special at this point. Just vibed with her pals and had a great time. After maybe 20 min, they had to roll, but they were begging me to visit them at a restaurant they work at for free food. I’m thinking, “fuck free food. I want a hard cumshot. Where did HBSweetTits go?!”

To my dismay, my wing who went out for a smoke to watch HBSweetTits told me she left. I was disappointed, but I stayed in a good mood and just kept working the venue. Maybe an hour and a few sets later, I’m just relaxing with my buddy tossing back a beer when HBSweetTits appears out of nowhere and comes right up to me. I guess she either came back or just eluded our view... After I introduce her to my wing, he makes himself scarce and I have her take his seat. We’re talking and vibing and I could tell she’s horny and ready to go. (She must’ve read Gunwitch!) I get her digits and them somehow, not even sure how, we start hardcore making out right in the middle of the bar. It was like one of those moments you see in those awful romantic comedies. You know…everything in the room stops moving and you’re moving closer to her lips almost as if you’re on autopilot. It was an instant, powerful, mutual attraction. I was totally lost in the moment. I truly forgot where the hell I was…the kissing was that damn good.

Thinking back, this is actually a time where I should’ve escalated by bouncing her to a seduction location. Live and Learn.

After maybe 5 min of tongue hockey, her 20 friends notice us and swoop down like vultures to try to take her away. I love the expressions on their faces…they’re shocked. Here’s the other cool part. I didn’t realize HBSweetTits was there with so many people. I recognized everyone who swooped down – I opened all of them over the course of the past hour, so I treated them all like old friends. I became a hugging, cave manning machine, spinning girls around till I got dizzy! But alas, my PUA brothas, there were too many cockblocks to disarm. It was like knocking down a beehive and you’re swarmed with bees. I’ve never seen anything like it! She disappears, but I’m not worried as she was really into me and I have her digits.

I move on and open this three set hovering near me. Don’t recall what I said, but I do remember spinning them around the bar to everyone’s delight. I definitely owned the damn place. At one point, I make them guess where I’m from. “Uh…the Bronx?” “You think all blacks are from New York! Next!” For whatever reason, calling people out on their stereotypes in a playful, nonthreatening or accusatory way works so well. I eventually tell them and then they make me guess where they’re from except they're all white with no clear accents. Like I have a clue! I start with the obvious. “Hmmmm…you look Italian.” (Nope). “Oh…Germany!” (Nope). “Ah…English babes!” (Nope). Then one gives me a hint by talking in her native tongue (they’re vacationing, so those girls always get priority as they tend to be easy lays). She starts talking in a language I’ve never heard before. My wing who clearly has more travel experience than I do whispers “Ireland.” (You'd think that would be within my first two guesses, realizing how many Irish Catholics are in Mass). In a bad Irish accent: “Oh! Luck of the Irish, me lassies! Where are your power rings?!” (A reference to those rings Irish girls wear that say whether they’re taken or not). All I remember thinking was, “what the hell was she just speaking? Irish? Is Irish even a language?! I thought they spoke English over there!!”

It’s closing time and I’m thinking I should bounce them for some grub. I start working that thread when we get to the outside and I spot this supernice female bartender at the door. I totally drop the set and start working her. She's getting into it when I’m interrupted by…HBSweetTits! She's baaaack! She literally appears again out of nowhere and somehow mini-isolates me away from the bartender!

Anyway, I know just what to do! No fuck ups this time! “I’m hungry. Let’s get something to eat.” I take her by the hand and lead her to my wing’s car, who’s my ride home. I was all giddy and excited…I felt like I won the lottery and got the biggest prize around (well, chest in this case). On the way, I’m doing some roleplaying and she is eating it up, being my submissive little girl. As we’re walking, one of her friends gives her a call. She says, “It’s _____. I’m not gonna pick up.” Sweet! I’m home free! Well, not quite.

My wing drives us home while I’m making out with her in the back seat. I stop looking at the road as I notice my wing is going over a sidewalk or two and driving faster than necessary. He wasn’t drunk; just excited I suppose. The drive was a bitch…it’s a 20 min. ride home. Just as we’re 2 min away, we get stopped by the cops! My girl starts getting worried and says she feels guilty for getting my wing in trouble, but I cut that thread, take the lead and reassure her. While rubbing her hand, “Hey. Just relax. We know what we’re doing. Just sit back and let us handle this.” I keep the thread positive, talking about all the fun we’ve been having all night. As expected, the cop gave us a stern warning and let us go. (I know the cops of this town very well. They’re very lax…as long as you’re respectful and live in the town).

Not much more to say here. My wing drove us to my place and he went home. I lead her straight to my bedroom and I got some LME: Last Minute Enthusiasm (for sex!). Sweet stuff. Btw, I continued the roleplaying and had her moaning “oh, fuck me daddy” all night long...like that" all night long.

What? You didn’t really think we were going to get something to eat, did you? ;)