| So since about February I've been off and on improving on my game. If you check my post history you'll see a post I made "My Kids as Wingmen," which was a tad ridiculous now that I look back on it. I'll continue to get judged on that post, but whatever, I was newer.
A small update on that post: I have not used my kids as wingmen. I have, however, gotten literally dozens of phone numbers with my kids standing next to me. The last time was two weekends ago (my time with my kids). We were at a convenience store, I was standing in line, a gorgeous young girl working the counter looked at me and gave me a small smile and directed me to the other register so she could ring me up. I talked her up a small bit as I very slowly moved for my wallet, to pay, etc. I asked her what she did for the Friday, she said nothing. I said something to the effect of "oh that's lame! if you're not throwing beer bottles at cops and waking up naked on someone's front lawn, you're not partying enough!" She laughed. After one other small comment (cant remember what), I handed her my phone (dial screen already pulled up) and said "well hey. I'd like to text you." She said "you'd like to text me? Why". "Because I think we're both really cute. I'd like to text you." She gave me her number. The entire time my kids are standing directly next to me, looking cute as fuck (they are actually very handsome boys, no parental bias). Texted her. She very quickly asked if they were my kids, I said "Yes, they're my proof that I've had sex, haha" and went from there. Escalated to sex quickly through text, she was at my house that Sunday, the day I took my kids back to their mom, waiting for me when I got back from dropping them off.
So, my kids as wingmen? No not really. If the girl doesn't want to deal with a man with kids, then that's her choice.
Okay so anyway. My life since getting divorced. Since being single in February, I have gotten 47 lays. Probably half of those lays were from Tinder. The other half were from three different sources: cold approaches in everyday situations (restaurant, grocery store, mall, whatever), club/bar situations, and mutual friends. The one that has scored me the LEAST amount of females is through mutual friends. The second least has been bar/club. And the best one for me is cold approaches (like the convenience store girl I just wrote about).
I know why this is:
#1: My friends have girls around them that I don't want anything to do with. So I don't get many lays there.
#2: I love going to the club and bar and getting wasted, and I love meeting girls, and I have no problem picking them up there. But I HATE drunk sex like no other, I loathe is like you could never imagine. It's gross. It's awkward. It's impure. This is 100% my own hinderance, my own preoccupation, so it's my fault, and I stick by it. I love the bar. I hate drunk sex. So I don't do drunk sex. The few times I have decided to bring a girl home from the club/bar, I've purposefully drank very lightly, and made the sexual decision far before the night is over.
#3: I get the most lays out of cold approaches because I do them so often. Some weeks I don't do any approaches. Some weeks I approach tons.
Okay, 47 lays since being single. What this has amounted to for me:
I have fucked girls that are below my standard. Not all of them are models. But sex is good, even if she's not perfect. It's fun. It's a notch on my bedpost. I don't call these girls back. I am an attractive man, they know they aren't going to get a call back, and that's okay. I gave them the night of their life. I treated them like a sexual queen. I'm so happy for them. And I got laid.
I have fucked girls out of my league. This still gets my nerves up. When it comes down to sex, I am anxious, I am excited, I am nervous. She's so beautiful. Oh fuck this girl is hot, what is she doing in my bed?! I need to perform. I need to perform a LOT. Fact is, I just eat their pussy for twenty minutes, I get super insanely dominant, I fuck them like there's no tomorrow, then I turn into a nice guy. I talk to them. I am more relaxed around them. I tell them we are going to shower now. I insist on a cuddle. After sex, these super insanely hot model types are just another girl to me. And they're wonderful, too. I just gave them the night of their life. I treated them like a sexual queen. I'm so happy for them. And I got laid. And I want them to come back.
I have fucked average girls that are kinda hot. They don't really get my nerves up, but they do sometimes. I love sex with them. They're great girls. They usually turn out to be my regulars. Same as above, sex, cuddling, return for more.
Some things I have encountered:
Some girls are fucking insane. One girl came to my house, fucked me, said she didnt want a shower, so while I was showering she stole a shirt out of my dresser, my whiskey glass, and a bottle of vodka out of my kitchen. I have all of this on camera (I keep cameras in my house).
Some girls are so insanely sweet, but clingy. Sometimes it's easy for a clingy girl to get her hooks in. They're really nice. They want to please you. They're sweet girls. They want a future with you. You're a great guy. You can tell her all day "I don't want a relationship. I like to fuck girls. I'll still fuck you but I want to fuck other girls." You can say these words until you are blue in the face, but all she hears is your actions. And your actions are saying: 'Stay with me to cuddle tonight, and the next night, and the next night. I like watching movies with you. I like fucking you.' Your words are not heard, only your actions. I do this all the time. I am a sucker for company all the time. So sometimes a girl will get her hooks in, and she'll stick around to the point where it's almost like she's living with me. I REFUSE to give them the title of "girlfriend," ever. And I consistently (at least once or twice a week) tell them I'm having another girl over.
I've had three of those girls so far. One is sleeping in my bed, next to me, at this very moment. She's insanely sweet. She's a good girl. She's a great girl. She would make a wonderful girlfriend. But I'm only interested in my own sexual selfishness at this moment. What does that equate to? Push/Pull, right? You got it!
Some girls are cold as fucking ice. I like these girls. They fuck you. They leave. They have no expectations. They typically will refer to themselves very directly as a whore, or a slut. These girls are usually very intelligent, and they know what they want. They are here for sex, and then they're going to leave. It's hard to cuddle these girls, they think it means you'll fall in love. They don't want much to do with you except your dick. I can respect that. They want sexual freedom. Don't be confused, though, these girls are sometimes still looking for a relationship. I've had two of these types of girls get in relationships while we were fucking, and then abruptly quit fucking. One of them texts me occasionally telling me how boring her sex life is. Says she "kinda misses hanging out," etc. What happened the next day after that text? She got engaged.
Some girls are new. They're young. I've taken two virginities out of the 47 lays. One was 19 the other was 20. Both of them were wonderful experiences. I'm very good in bed, I'm very receptive, and I aim to please. Thank God they ended up in my bed. Neither of them were looking for a relationship. Neither one of them had any ill conceived notion of why they were in my bed. They knew they wanted to lose it. They were looking for a suitable candidate. Interestingly, both of those girls were extremely intelligent, and really nerdy (both were pretty damned hot, too). I have no doubt that I was used for sex on both occasions. I'm intelligent, I'm well spoken, I'm fully tattooed, I'm a nice person, and I'm very sexual. I knew for a fact I was being used, and that's okay. One girl texted me for a month after, but finally said she was sorry, she couldn't do it again because she wanted a boyfriend. Very sweet girl. The other girl (19 year old) came back for more, and more, and more, until it just fizzled out.
I fucked a 48 year old socialite woman in Dallas with giant fake tits, super white teeth, a tan, laser hair removal on her pussy, and a mansion. She was hot, HOT. Truly it was like fucking a MILF porn star, I am not kidding. She was insanely sweet. So accommodating. Wanted to kiss, cuddle, fuck, talk, look at my tattoos, she was GREAT. We live in different cities, so we don't get to see each other often, but we are still well within contact and have fucked on two different nights.
So, after a year of gaming, what is my conclusion?
I love women. I love them, a lot. When I first got single, I told one of my very good friends "my plan is to complicate my life with women." I have achieved that goal. My life has been supremely complicated. I often juggle women. When I'm with one girl, I am usually texting another. These girls wonderfully, beautifully, complicate my life, and give me the perfect amount of stress I need to function.
Oh, I forgot. One girl I met and fucked for about two months, she's now my roommate. We haven't fucked since September. She pays me $400 a month to rent out a spare bedroom. She's insanely hot. Tall, tan skin, skinny, perfect tits. In fact, she walks around my house naked almost all the time, even when I have other girls over. Even more, I ask her to come out naked to get a glass of juice when I have a new girl over. Why do I ask her this? I don't know. Maybe to see the reaction of the new girl I have over, because it's hilarious. Maybe to let the new girl know that I am pre-selected by females, and that I live with a very hot naked female.
My life is wonderful.
Other things that have changed about me...
I used to wear wal mart blue jeans (cant remember the name of them) that fit. I also wore medium sized logo type T-Shirts. I am a skinny man. Why the fuck am I wearing a medium shirt? No sir. I took my roommate to American Eagle with me, she chose about ten T-Shirts, and she (the hot female who likes hot males) chose my shirt size: X-Small. She also chose my jeans. She also chose my socks. She also chose my boxers.
So clothing wise, I wear only American Eagle, and Abercrombie. Does this really matter? No not really. What matters is that my clothing style has changed for the better, and chosen by a female that understands my game to help me score more females. The two clothing brands I stick to are just easy and they look good.
I got fitted for a pair of glasses. My vision isn't bad, I don't need them. But I wear glasses now. They look good.
I get tattooed once a month now. I now have two full sleeves and am working on the rest of my body. My tattoos have peacocked me unbelievably. And although peacocking is typically considered kind of over the top and a little ridiculous, there is absolutely NO doubt that FUN girls like FUN men with FUN tattoos. And sleeves are FUN.
I get my hair cut differently. I get a low taper with nothing off the top. My hair curls down to my eyes if I let it, but I can comb it very nicely (which I do).
I get manicures. Turns out they're awesome.
I am more honest with girls. I sexually escalate very quickly. I always let them know that I am "open," and that I could never be monogamous. This does two things: If it's a girl I'm not interested in for anything long term, if she doesn't take the bait, I don't give a fuck. If she does take the bait, I can continue to act like a turd saying things like "Im a man whore" and she'll eat it up, and I'll get a lay out of it. If, on the other hand, she is very attractive and I like her attitude, and I tell her that I'm "open," that I could never be monogamous, and she doesn't take the bait, then why waste all my time on a hot girl that I'd need to lie to? Hot girls are harder to lay. It takes effort to get them into bed. If, on the other hand, she is very attractive and I tell her all those things, and she takes the bait, I have a potential girl that I MAY be able to call my girlfriend and plan my life around.
I am 29, and I don't mind admitting that I like 18 and up girls. I am currently working on an 18 year old girl, she is extremely attractive, she's very smart, I've been talking to her for a few days. So far things are going good and we have a meetup (at my house) scheduled for us to fuck. I have told her all my usual, that I could only ever be open, that I love to fuck other girls, and that any girl I was with could fuck other guys. Of course I follow this up with things like "I still believe in relationships and love. I love being romantic. I love candlelit dinners and vacations to cabins in the mountains. I love all those things but I don't want to waste my time on a girl that wants to trap me." It's like catnip. She's very into it, she totally agrees, has her own opinions about open relationships (which I agree with). This is a potential girl I could actually date. But I don't know that yet, we haven't had sex, or spent any meaningful time together. And most importantly, I haven't seen her reaction for when I tell her she can't come over, because I have another girl over. It could be a total disaster.
Most importantly, I'm staying hopeful that I'll find that perfect girl: Young, intelligent, Doesn't want kids, very attractive, likes to fuck girls, doesn't mind me fucking other girls, fucks other men, gives her true self to me, in exchange for the same thing. It's a tall order, but those girls do exist.
In the mean time, I'll keep fucking all these girls. I've had tons of dates, I've made great friends. I've had lots of kinky sex.
Life is good and PUA lifestyle works how you want it to. I wanted to be a man whore. I am now.
Beyond that, I've made some wonderful friends with some of these girls. My roommate being one of them (probably the best one), she will be a lifelong friend. Such a good friend, even though we quit fucking in September, I had one of the worst days of my life about a month ago. I went into her room at 1am, sat at the side of her bed, woke her up, asked if I could lay with her. In a concerned female voice she said "of course, what's wrong sweetie?", and which point I broke down crying like a little baby, whaling. She consoled me for hours, even though she had to be up at 6am for work. She later said it surprised her that I had that much emotion, but she was glad she could help me. What did I do for my friend that I USED to fuck? Took her out to a fancy dinner and a movie she wanted to see, dressed up in a nice shirt, caught the bill for everything, held the door for her, all of the standard things a PUA "doesn't do." Why? Because those are nice things we do for nice people who deserve them.
Like I said, PUA lifestyle works how you want it to.
It's for me. Forever. . . Until I'm 70 years old, gross, and have to fuck prostitutes to get laid.
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