| This past weekend, Legend and I decide to throw a pretty large bash at my place. Roughly one hundred guests came, all ready to party.
I'm walking around, making my rounds as the host and chatting with people, having a great time. I'm meeting all sorts of hot women and we're bantering and joking around with each other. All over the room, girls are looking at me and smiling.
Everyone is getting steadily more and more drunk and happy. I'm thinking, "This is awesome... this is one of the best parties I've been to in a long, long time and it's my party." Things could not get any better
Then things changed...
I go outside to my deck to make sure everyone is doing well. I walk to the edge of the deck and look down the hill at the entrance to my house. A taxi cab is just sitting there.
Legend goes, "Want me to check it out?" "Yeah, that guy needs to get out of here." So Legend is making his way down the hill as four girls get out of the taxi. The taxi pulls away and they all start screaming!!!
"We're fucked now," I say to myself.
See, I have a real bitch of a neighbor that is not particularly a fan of my parties. Even though my parties can't be heard from her house, she will call the cops at the slightest disturbance. Sucks, but it is what it is.
Apparently, one of friends of these screaming girls passed out in the cab and it was pulling away with her in it!
Inevitably, the cops show up at the party (the neighbor called because of the screaming) and instantly liquidate the party.... I mean, the guests just evaporated... Bye bye smiling pretty ladies.
So, feeling bummed, Legend and I walked down the street to find another party. My neighbors let us in and we sipped some beers and exchanged some words about the unfortunate fate of our party.
Eventually, I go back to my house only to find that some of the guests had returned! They were chatting with my roommates and hanging out.
One particular girl caught my interest - a tall, mocha-skinned hottie in a white dress with long, delicious legs. Gorgeous face, beautiful hair, nice pert breasts. "Nice," I said to myself, "I want that one."
So I joined in the conversation and moved about the room talking with the after-party guests. Finally, I made my way over to the girl.
We chatted lightly and she asked me if I was working the entrance at the beginning of the first party we had. "Yes, I was." She says, "Oh my god... I thought you were so hot that night... I introduced myself, remember?" I say, "Uhh... yeah? You did?" She says, "Yes! I did..."
As she's saying all this, she's smiling and moving in close. I'm pretty pleased about interaction this so far... I'm barely even doing anything!
Some of the factors that are working in my favor are: she remembers me from the last party as someone working the door (which shows I can handle people being idiots), she knows I am the host (I give value to people through my parties, she's been watching me being the host (I'm talking to everyone, being social, and everyone is responding well to me). I like the idea of setting up massive social proof and value ahead of time instead of having to "game" the girl anyway. (I have written recently about the value of throwing parties on my blog - feel free to read the entries on my blog.)
So our conversation itself is not extremely complex, but the communication with our bodies was very clear: we are into each other.
Soon enough, her friends come to grab her and take her home. They ask her if she wants to go or stay. "Oh yeah, I'm going in a second." She whispers to me, "I don't want to go just yet."
She and I keep chatting and then the friend appears, "Do you want to go or stay?" She says, "Oh yeah... Just give me a sec." I say, "I have a car and I work over near where you guys live... I could give you a ride, it's not a problem. No sense in you paying for a cab."
The friend asks, "Really, you will? You would do that?" "Sure, I just need to grab my keys..."
So I grab my girl and bring her upstairs to get my keys. As I enter the room, I give her a mini tour. She grabs me and starts making out with me.
We're making out for a good five minutes when I interrupt. "What about your friends... What would your friends think?" She says, "They can wait." Hehe, awesome.
After another five minutes, I hear a knock at the door. I hear, "Hey, we found a ride home. Thanks anyway for offering to drive. Are you OK to get home?"
"Yes," she says and returns to making out with me. With logistics out of the way, I am pretty much free to keep going with her right away.
Now I have written lay reports before... In some of them I run into last minute resistance (LMR), in others I don't. I am perfectly fine with either scenario and I have found that the more "fine with it" I have become, the less likely a girl will become fearful of getting sexual. As much as I talk about getting laid, I do take every woman's feelings and experience into consideration. I think it's my job (as a good man) to do everything I can for her to have an amazing experience.
Another thought I have on last minute resistance is that the girl is never resisting me. What she is resisting is the fear that she's feeling inside about having sex. The fear is very real for her and needs to be addressed - when I am able to skillfully address it (through acknowledgment, through reassurance, through understanding, through making her more comfortable/slowing down, etc.), she is more than happy to continue.
This particular girl did not resist sex all that much. She did slow things down a few times and wasn't ready for me to simply tear all her clothes off immediately, but I just continued kissing her in different areas (mouth, neck, ears, chest) and running my hands over her body (back, arms, legs, inner thighs, side abdomen, etc.)
Eventually all of her clothes come off and we were in business.
The next day we end up spending just about the whole day together - time just flew by. I will go into detail on what sorts of things I do with girls when I'm not having sex with them because I feel that my blog will be better rounded with relationship topics as well as pick-up and hook-up topics.
Read my other lay reports on my blog. _________________ Visit Pick-up Evolution, my personal field-report journal at http://www.pickupevolution.com
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