Lay 1 as an aPUA: [My first Asian]

This was about two months into the development of my game. At this point I still wasn’t sure how to start a conversation with a stranger. I had recently discovered the untold powers of an opinion opener. (My ‘puppies’ opener) It was amazing. I could run around campus and I knew what to say to stop a woman in her tracks to talk to me for all of two minutes. “I need a female opinion.” Genius! I was a god. They would laugh, and “AWE!” and give me advice. MWAHAHA. Then I would eject. “Thanks for your opinon…”

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I wasn’t getting anywhere with any of these women individually, but I could watch my AA slowly slipping away. Which, I have to say feels pretty fucking awesome. So, it was the Friday before spring break. I’m saying “How’s it going?” to everyone I pass. I had run my opener on at least three other sets. Then I enter the science building on campus. There’s some nice old lady teacher walking by. I ask her how she’s doing. Then I ask her about her plans for spring break. We shoot the shit for a minute. Then, she walks into her nearby office.

I continue about my merry way. Then right around the corner is this cute little Asian girl. “Hi, I need a female opinion on something.” I maintain solid eye contact and I’m wearing a big ole smile on my face. (Before I even said a word due to my EC and grin she thought I was a manwhore. More on that later) I run my opener. Then as soon as I’ve delivered the root and before she could answer, that teacher lady comes walking around the corner.

I mention the teacher because she definitely hooked the conversation for me. She recognizes me from a minute before and stops to warn us to be careful over spring break. She then walks away and this Asian girl and I look at each other really confused for a second. So, I ignore the opener and decide to switch threads and ask about her spring break plans. She’s going home to see her family and junk.

I had read somewhere the night before that assumption is much better than questions. I had come up with “You don’t look like you’re from around here.” If she asked “why,” I was going to say some bullshit about her body language. Honestly I hadn’t thought it through much, since she was obviously Asian of some kind. I ask and she says she’s from Minnesota. Luckily she had a thick accent when saying “Minnesoota.” She asks in a semi-offended way “What do you mean I don’t look like I’m from around here?” I freeze for a second, but then remember the accent. The rest of the conversation was pretty boring. I finally remember to ask her name. Then I lose track of any conversation to grasp onto. So I eject.

Several weeks go by and then as I’m leaving my last class of the day I walk down the hall and she’s sitting there with her friend. I recognize her, but I’m still shy at this point and don’t remember her name. So, I say “hey” and keep going. Luckily she was there again the next day of class. She stops me as I pass, “Where are you going?” BLAH. BLAH. BLAH. She asks if I remember her name. I guess… incorrectly. So I start rambling off every girl I’ve been somewhat into over the past couple years. Finally it turns out she had the same name as the girl who took my virginity. I feel like I should’ve remembered that. She doesn’t remember my name either.

We shoot the shit for a bit. She comments on my tore up skate shoes. We both admit we have skateboards in our trunks. So I tell her we need to skate together some time and I get her number. I use the same text opener I usually use.

Me: Guess who.
Her: um… BLUU!
Me: Wow! You’re good. Are you psychic?
Her: I’m awesome like that.
Me: What else makes you awesome?

So she qualifies herself for a bit. We text for about an hour until I have to work. She asks me a question when I’m still a few minutes away. I tell her it’s too long to explain in text and I’m going to work. So, I’ll have to call her later. We talk on the phone for like thirty minutes after I get off work. I suggest plans for coffee, zombies, and pancakes. (I need caffeine, I told her ‘The Walking Dead’ is awesome, and I make amazing pancakes.)

I kissed her the first night we hung out. I went out for a cig and told her to join me. It was cold so I put my arm around her. Then I went forehead to forehead and went in for the kill. She commented it was the least awkward first kiss she’d ever had. Glad she wasn’t awkward. I was shitting myself.

We ended up hanging out five times before sex ever happened. She kept giving excuses and I took them at face value and didn’t escalate. The main bit of LMR was that she kept accusing me of being a manwhore. At this point I was nowhere close. I still had pounds and pounds of AA and I hadn’t been laid in almost a year. So, I made the mistake of arguing. I pointed out every reason why I wasn’t a manwhore.

Apparently she’s a bit of a sex addict. She says her last couple of guys have been manwhores only looking for an ONS. That definitely wasn’t me, but I’ll admit she gave me valuable feedback. “That’s cliché.” “Every manwhore says that.” “Obviously a manwhore would say that.” She even told me some funny stories of past manwhores. The best of which was:
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Anonymous Manwhore: Second hand Lay report, “The Hands of Time”

He Showed up. After a few minutes he looked at his watch and said “We’re burning daylight.” (Apparently legitimate quote) He asked for a tour. She gave it to him. When they got to the bedroom he looked at his watch again, “Well, clock’s a tickin’,” Then he went for it. She said it made her feel cheap afterwards, but I guess that means it actually worked.
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With every woman since I am 100% proud to be a “manwhore.” It’s much easier that way and gets much less resistance.

Finally all excuses were gone. It was on I still had this thought in the back of my head that maybe I was semi leading her on. All my anti manwhore talk may have been letting her think I was looking for a LTR. I didn’t want to fuck her under false pretenses. I didn’t want her backing out either though. So we made out in underwear for a while, grinding against each other, and I was trying to turn her on as much as possible. Finally she goes for my boxers.

As soon as she does, I make a point of prying myself away. This was the first time I had ever delivered the ‘I’m staying away from monogamy’ bit. I may have oversold it a tad. I mentioned my past relationships, my recent recovery from addiction, and my journey of personal growth. She bought it and understood. She said she didn’t see any reason we couldn’t have sex and just be friends. Bingo. I agree.

We fucked until the sun came up, which may have not been that long since we stayed up watching ‘archer’ and ‘the walking dead.’ She is the loudest girl I’ve ever been with. The lightest touch warrants a gasp, the right nibble earns a moan, and when getting fucked she screams her goddamn head off. I enjoyed having my own cheering section.

The next time we fucked I mastered the sit-and-spin. (At least that’s what I call it.)Begin in missionary, rotate her to various angles, end up in doggy style, and then rotate it back to missionary again. I like to rotate about 45 degrees at a time to hit at least eight different positions on top of the amount of throwing around I do. I’ve only attempted the single spin so far. May have to try multiple, clockwise to counter clockwise, or just spin her until she’s dizzy.
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This is the first lay report of many to come. I just need to take the time to write them. I recently discovered I love writing. So, when I sit down to belt it out, I want it done right. This is primarily so I can reflect back on my experiences and watch myself grow. If any of you happen to tune in and make it to the bottom of this then, Welcome to the show. It’s only going to get better with time.