This is from about a year ago.
11th of August 2010.
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I always wanted to sleep with an African girl, they are so sexy. Tonight I did.
About a month ago I got all dressed up in a wicked suit, went to the Espy to see my friends band. I got the bartenders number by writing her a message in my phone. ‘Hi. I’m Liam. You’re cute…put your number in.’ She smiled a put it in.
Then I went to meet some friends in the city. It’s funny because I actually don’t get a chance to go out to meet chicks that often, I'm either coaching, or busy with my bands or whatever. So I was like ‘cool, friends birthday, time to go out and cause a ruckus.’
After bouncing to a few places we decided to go to the peep shows for a laugh. As we went in, there are three slamming babes dressed to kill. They were arguing with the door guy, saying “As IF we’re not hot enough to work here?” He could tell they were just validation seeking and was having none of it. They turned to us ‘”Hey, do you rekon we’re hot enough to work here?”
The girl who asked me was sooooooooo hot. Her tits were so massive they were coming out of her top, she had amazing legs and really nice skin. I can still picture her clearly in my mind. The image is burned into my brain.
At this point of the night, coz we had spent so much time fucking around on the street, getting food, trying to decide where to go etc so I had talked to only one or two potential targets. It was about 3am. Its funny how as the night goes on your desperation increases, and proportional to how many girls you’ve talked to that night. Scarcity mentality on a micro scale. Also probably fed by my desire to have a big night of sarging, and the fact my house was free.
I bumbled something back, they got the jist: “Yes you girls are very hot”. They started leaving and in my head I was like “Noooo!!! Why are they leaving?!”
Then 10 seconds later I was like ‘Oh...dude. They met you on the way out from a peep show. Which means, you were walking IN at the time. You sure looked cool...’
We went to the shitty backpackers place, The Joint, and I tried to talk to some American chick, she offered to buy me a drink, then when she found out I wasn’t drinking went really cold. This jump from 'Sweet, hot American girl who’s got a room upstairs in the backpackers is buying me a drink' to 'fuck she’s ignoring me now' didn’t do wonders for my mood.
I guess this is where good inner game comes in, I felt a bit shit for about 7 seconds, then it passed. Which is good coz it meant I wasn’t in a bad mood when I met the African girl...
We end up at 5am on Elizabeth street, my hopes of a massive night sarging dashed. Then I see these two cute black girls walk past. I hesitate for a second, then run after them. ‘Hey, nice top. Not really, I just wanted to talk to you, you’re cute.’
This is cool because its social freedom in action. It would be SO easy to tell myself 'Oh you cant talk to girls on the street at 5am, that’s creepy, they know you just want to pick them up' or 'you cant use direct Daygame style at night' or make similar excuses. Fuck all that shit, when you know who you are, your reality emanates from that. I didn’t think it was weird to talk to them, so it wasn't. We chat about her night for about 20 seconds, then I say, ‘my friends are leaving, I better get your number.’ She says Facebook is better.
I grab it and walk off. 2 mins later, I'm walking to my car and her and her friend pull up and honk at me. I run over to their car and ask them for a lift to my car two blocks away, they say ok. In the car we talk a bit, I invite them back to my place, but they refuse.
Talk to her a bit on Facebook the next day, she says ‘I liked your pick up line, it was cute’. We chatted a few more times on Facebook, she eventually gives me her number. Then on Friday she says ‘Hey, what are you doing tonight? Want to catch up??’
I meet her at Long Room after running my Night of Mayhem workshop, and chill with her and her friend. They both want to dance but I’m tired so I sit on the couch while they shake their ghetto booty for me. Every time a black chick walks past they both snap their heads around to check out her ass. I ask them and they say ‘Yeah well when we see she’s African we have to check out her ass.’
I didn’t try anything flashy while her friend was there, at one point I led her by the hand to the bar, and left my hand on her lower back. In that moment I recognized I had subconsciously manifested the physical presence of James Bond, Casanova, and every other gentlemanly seducer. It was like I realized I had transformed myself; my touch was so effortless, all my years of changing my body language and inner mindsets about touching women had finally combined to make me a different, more seductive person.
She also gave me a massage while we were sitting down, but that was it. Pretty relaxed night.
I agree to meet her again before I leave for Europe, I kind of flake on her/don’t respond to a text coz I was busy and forgot, so when I talk to her again on Facebook I apologise. ‘Hey I was out of credit’. It’s kind of true, I did go over my cap.
Today I tell her that I'm going to a recording studio near her house, and say we should catch up for coffee at the local shops. She says
‘um...maybe you should just come to my house.....
Then after a pause where I don’t reply she says
“oh wait.. I don’t wanna sound like I'm trying to seduce you or anything. If you’re not comfortable that’s cool we can meet somewhere else....’
She thought that because I didn’t respond straight away, that I was freaked out by her asking me to her house and was ignoring her! I tell her it’s cool and agree to meet at her place. I go to her place at around 2pm. We chat, she makes me pasta. Later her mum calls and I act really sleazy and rub her legs and neck while she’s on the phone. She pretends to protest but keeps leaning towards my hand when I withdraw my touch.
Eventually the topic turns to relationships after she says that her mum is always pressuring her to have a boyfriend. I tell her about the concept of polyamory, and she goes ‘Oh… I could never do that. If I'm with someone, I’m only with them.’ (I’ve heard this enough times to know that most girls who say it often are not sure what they want/willing to have their mind expanded).
I say, ‘Well I guess me and you can never be together. I don’t believe in physical exclusivity at this point in my life’. That is not a line or a trick, that is me stating my reality. I'm not willing to get into anything exclusive so there’s no point wasting each others time if we have different intents.
We have a long convo about polyamory, sex, relationships, etc, I keep telling her not to knock it till she’s tried it. It also turns out during this convo that she’s cheated heaps in the past. She’s not the first person who I’ve spoken to that’s been adamantly anti-poly, only to reveal a history of cheating.
After asking me a ton of questions, and getting a more clear picture about what my attitude/vibe is towards it, she eventually mumbles something that sounds like she’s saying ‘Wow this sounds cool I want to give it a go.’
She says ‘So you said you’ve going to Box Hill at 6...why?’
The truth was I had another date planned for that night. So I just walk the honesty walk and tell her.
‘Well... I'm meeting a woman. She seems like a gold digger. It should be fun when she sees my shitty car with P-plates.’.
During this convo she had sat next to me on the couch, and I had been escalating on her in a really confident way. She keeps trying to label me as sleazy, but I just hold my frame and blame her for asking me to her house to seduce me.
As I'm leaving she seems really tense and apprehensive about me going; she didn’t want me to leave. I tell her I'll see her when she gets back from Europe, she says ‘Don’t forget about us okay!’ with a big hug.
I go on the date with the other chick, the 30 year old Taiwanese gold digger I met in Long Room Bar. When she saw the P plates she was like ‘ohhhh....’ and then she’s like ‘Oh, you musician, you be very famous one day’. It’s like she wanted to convince herself that I wasn’t just some kid.
We’re talking in my car, it’s interesting, she is SO comfortable with my touch, like to the point where I'm a bit shocked that she is so unreactive. She just keeps talking fully normal even after I rub her leg all sexually. Its like we’re already lovers. It was a nice date, I’ll see her again after I get back from Europe. I said bye to her, then went home.
I get home and the African chick is on Facebook chat.
Me
my hand smelled like your purfume on the drive home hahah
Her
hahahah nice..
i bet that gal u went to see was like, so like why do u smell like a gal
Me
haha
she didnt ask
it was only a faint hint on my wrist
Her
how did ur date go??
Me
haha. are you sure you want this much info lol?
im happy to tell you but i dont see the point
Her
oh i think i can picture what happened
lol
Her
so do u have work tonight??
Me
yeh
9pm
fuck i should go lol
cya
Then later I get home, work was cancelled coz the venue was dead and my client rescheduled.
Me
gah. work got cancelled
Her
oh thats sad i guess
Her
but on the other hand u can come over and have hot hot sex with me tonight
WIN.
We chat a bit more about logistics and she comes over to my place. Awesome sex, OMFG her body is so beautiful. Such dark chocolaty skin, and an awesome ghetto booty too.
She is really weird; she’s shy and confident at the same time. Doesn’t like to be fingered, doesn’t like pre cum on her, or handjobs or blowjobs… but still begs to be fucked really hard,
It’s pretty cute. Her skin was so sensual, fucking her doggystyle looked awesome.
It fully lived up to the visual and sensual experience. Fucking her with her legs over my shoulders looked so good too, the skin colour contrast is so aesthetically pleasing for some reason.
She said she wanted to take photos of me so I let her. The photos were cool, the red lighting made me look evil, and they remind me of metal. I’m really into death metal and it’s many subgenres and offshoots, and a lot of the imagery from it influences my thought process. A lot of is very war like, and it’s kind of like a battle cry to me, but the battle that I’m going into is against myself and my own limitations. I go to war with my limiting beliefs, Viking style.
Also, the intensity that I feel when I listen to death metal is the same intensity that I project through my eyes when I’m talking to a girl. I feel like playing in a death metal band was awesome for my eye contact coz of all the facial expressions I used to pull onstage.
It’s funny coz about a year ago, me and a different black chick had an amazing eye contact moment at fed square, I was in a rush so I didn’t approach her but I still can picture her in my mind. Then few months ago I was in the city, I saw a different black chick with HUGE tits walking with her friend, and I was like ‘omfg I have to approach this girl.’ She was really cold, they both looked at me like I was weird when I approached, and I left.
So it’s cool after both of those fails to have finally manifested this experience, woo.
We talked for hours afterwards, she told me she’s fucked 3 guys who randomly added her on Facebook, all 4 or 5 months afterward the initial ad. I was pretty shocked about that. It’s like, she’s willing to fuck guys who she randomly ads on Facebook, but the vibe I got was that it was more like she was keeping them there as chat friends for validation until she just got too horny and hadn’t been laid in a while and called them up.
In summary, knowing my truth, identity, and being comfortable sharing that intent, was so powerful in this situation. She went from being a chick who would never hook up outside of a relationship, to being cool with me leaving her place to go on a date, and then inviting me to fuck THAT VERY NIGHT.
The fact that I’ve made a conscious effort to get a clear picture of my view on women, sex, relationships etc allows her to feel comfortable about opening up to me. She can sense by the way I speak about it that I’m not going to judge her for sex, and that I will respect her afterwards for being open.
The self is coming through, I’m so proud of the changes I’ve made to my self that have allowed me to manifest this kind of thing with relative ease. The old me would NOT have known how to navigate the potentially rocky waters of introducing a girl to poly, and being able to create a reality where she feels comfortable straight out asking me for sex.
CHAT