| Originally titled "FR++: Team Play and Strong LMR"
If you've read that other FR of mine that said something along the lines of "this was my last night sarging in Korea this summer," I lied. I left China a bit earlier than I had originally scheduled and went back to Korea for a few more days to rock it with the Korea Lair some more.
The name of the venue was JJ's. It's a nightclub within the Hyatt Hotel near Itaewon and water costs five bucks. Pretty upscale place. I was out with a bunch of guys from Korea Lair and I was winging BlueMystery, the founder. I was pretty out of state from jet-lag and a very inconsistent sleeping schedule otherwise, but BlueMystery was just like, "OK just come wing me." Easy enough.
We run a few sets inside. BlueMystery opened this one 3-set by asking them what they thought of my style (I have a very distinct style) and he transitioned by pointing out how one of the girls was short, one medium, and one tall, initiating kino by patting each on the head as he pointed this out. Being the best stand-up comedian in the world, I threw in, "Hey, it's like Starbucks! You're Tall, you're Grande, and you're Venti." OK, I'm not a comedian at all, but it was a pretty funny line I came up with on the spot. We elicited some good laughs but couldn't get a decent hook. Instead of plowing through to hook, we just went outside to the patio where we all had a table.
In no way shape or form was the night over just yet. While seated, BlueMystery notices a good 2-set walking by aimlessly. On our half of the table, there was BlueMystery, Kukushka, and me, in that order. BlueMystery pulls the two set to our table and they sit next to him, opposite to Kukushka. "She's the bad one," BlueMystery announces, pointing to the girl sitting directly next to him. He selected his target. This actually surprised me a little bit. I thought the other one was cuter.
A bunch of us start talking to and gaming the other girl, HBTranslator. She works as a translator at a bank. Not only is she a beautiful Korean girl in Korea, but she's also fluent in English. She's mine. I project my voice across the table to talk to her, and eventually I get Kukushka to trade seats with her so that I could kino and shit like that. I throw some kino compliance tests and she starts getting pretty touchy. I think she's digging my distinct style. Soon she's digging the cube routine. I throw in a qualifier, "You better be good at dancing." Of course, I don't take her to the dance floor just yet. I simply planted the seed for the anticipation.
She's showing a LOT of IOIs at this point. Now, I normally don't even pay attention to IOIs. I just pay attention to the emotional vibe of the interaction, but this time the IOIs were simply not ignorable. Her kino was consistent. Her eye contact was strong (rare in Korean culture).The physical proximity of our faces created sexual state. She couldn't stop complimenting me on basically everything I demonstrated value for, and she constantly brought up how cute I was to her friend, who still sitting next to and talking to BlueMystery. She was squealing like a teenage girl, "Yeh nomu giyuhwuh!" (Translation: This guy's so cute!) Now, normally this would make any guy feel like a king. However, I was getting sick of being complimented on my looks. I don't have self-esteem issues about my looks; I think I'm just a fairly decent-looking guy, and I'm also not narcissistic (even though I pretend to be for C&F). I just felt that my GAME wasn't getting enough credit. I felt that she was giving too much credit to my inherent looks that I did not work for. I have some pride in the game I have actually slaved over developing since 2003, and there's no way I would let my looks overshadow that. So, what did I do? I stepped up my game even more. In a completely nonattached, pressure-free, and almost meditative fashion (regular meditation helps – check out The Zen of Meeting Women by Max Weiss), I started focusing more. I made the conversation a little more personal and BT spiked. I began to push/pull a lot more, at times turning my back to her (playfully). BlueMystery tells us that he and his target are just going to go for a little walk. "Isolation? Good idea," I thought to myself. I take HBTranslator's hand and lead her to the dance floor. I run dance floor game. Kino-escalation. Kino-compliance tests. I get her to kiss me on both cheeks to reward her for passing tests. BT pumping. I twirl her around, pick her up and spin her around, grind. I bounce her to several different spots on the dance floor, each spot seemingly far away from each other due to the fact that the place was PACKED. I felt like a sardine. We get to a spot where I can lean against a wall and lock in. We continue to dance. I twirl her around and stop her half-way to essentially pin her against the wall. I kiss her neck, then her lips. Making out ensued. Kiss-close, check.
I stop the make-out session dead in its tracks and turn my back to her while still holding her hand. "Let's go back to the table." I lead her back out to the patio and continue conversation as normal as if nothing had happened. I maintain some sexual tension this way.
I kept bouncing her to different spots within the venue, always coming back to our table afterward. This created a time distortion; it made her feel like we spent more time together than we actually did. Inside, we found a lounge area and sat at a table on this comfortable couch-like seat. I started running one of my original routines.
Chief: Do you remember when we were just little kids and didn't have a care in the world? It was truly like living in the moment, wasn't it?
HBTranslator: Yeah...
Chief: I distinctly remember this one time when I was a little kid, when I first learned how to ride a bike. I was the happiest kid in the world! There I was, riding in circles all around the neighborhood nonstop as I would feel the wind in my hair and hear all the noises of other children playing passing by quickly. It was the first time I did this all by myself, without my dad behind me holding onto the seat to balance the bike. For the first time in my life I felt independent and truly FREE, you know?
We made out again. There were a lot of times we were making out throughout the night, and there were MANY times she would actually resist out of fear that others would see her. All I had to do in these situations was say "I understand" with a smile and lead her somewhere else by the hand. She said I was a really good kisser. We went back to our table out at the patio.
Seated to my left was Chansi (spelling?), another member of the Korea Lair. While HBTranslator took a moment to chat with her friend a little bit, Chansi asks me, "Do you have an extraction location? Where are you going to bounce?" Then, the realization hit me. I didn't have my logistics set up properly. I wasn't in New Orleans where I could pull to my dorm room. I wasn't in California where I could pull to my house. I was in fucking Seoul, South Korea - foreign and unknown territory for me - and I wasn't in a part of the city where I could easily pull to a "DVD Bang" or "Love Motel" without plausible deniability. This was a tight 2-set and two of us were running it. BlueMystery and I had to somehow pull this off together. Separation would lead to failure.
I couldn't figure out closing logistics at the time, nor did I have the time to plan this shit this far into the set. "I'll just go along with the flow and have fun with this," I told Chansi. Tonight, I could do nothing else but leave the burden of leadership upon the shoulders of the gods. Goodbye, internal locus of control. Needless to say, I didn't get laid that night. I did, however, number-close both HBTranslator and her friend and time-bridged to invite them out the following night. Hello, internal locus of control.
BlueMystery had left early that night, so I did both of us a favor by having the girls accompany us the following night. We all met up at the same venue. The girls arrived late, and by the time they did arrive, BlueMystery was already in a different 2-set with very good-looking girlies. For a jealousy plotline and demonstrating preselection, he introduced his target to the new girls. I was already in isolated conversation with my target just a couple feet away, sitting on top of a wall that was about 3 feet tall, while HBTranslator stood close between my legs.
BlueMystery and I already had logistics fully planned for that night. We both planted strong seeds early on, talking about an after-party at BlueMystery's place. As we were both gaming our targets, I could clearly see the difference in style between BlueMystery's game and mine. It was interesting to see the contrast. He was focusing on more comfort with consistent kino (he would not take his hand off the small of her back or her leg) and talking her ear off with stories. I was focusing more on using push/pull within deep rapport as we found out everything about each other. This time I used kino relatively sparingly. I wanted to build and maintain sexual tension. I would wait until we were at the seduction location before anything happened. I kept kino innocent and triangular gazed the fuck out of HBTranslator as I spoke to her with a slow and low tone as our faces were just inches apart. Her IOIs and compliments continued, but this time her compliments were more sincere and specific because she got to really know me better in our rapport. I rewarded her IOIs with SOIs, telling her that I think it's sexy how she's adventurous and open-minded.
We never asked each other how old we were, but she was talking about how she's already been through graduate school, which would make her around 25 or 26, but she looks younger. She's fucking adorable. I'm 18, but she never asked. Excellent.
To pull the girls to BlueMystery's place, all we had to do was give a couple reasons for plausible deniability and there we were, sitting on his big soft couch, watching videos on youtube. I DHVed by showing a couple of videos of me rocking the guitar on stage from old bands I've been in.
BlueMystery: Are you getting tired?
His Target: Yeah.
BlueMystery: Let go take a nap on my bed. Hey guys, we're going to take a nap.
HBTranslator: (to BlueMystery's target in Korean) What? We can't be in separate rooms...
Chief: (understanding Korean) Don't worry; they're just going to be right over there. (pointing to BlueMystery's bedroom)
That's all it took to make my target comfortable with the idea, but BlueMystery's target was still showing a little resistance. He knew what to do. He went caveman and picked her up and slung her over his shoulder, leading her to pleasure-land in his bedroom.
His Target: OK OK I'll go! Just put me down! (laughing)
OK, we are isolated and good to go, right? For a while, yeah. I start making out with her and we take off a few articles of clothing. She stops me and starts complaining about the open door. It wouldn't close because a part of the couch was in the way. I fucking move the entire section of furniture and close the door. I don't think I broke anything. I'll put it back later. (I never did put it back lol)
She's giving me verbal resistance throughout the entire process, saying that she can't do this because her CO-WORKER is right there in the other room with BlueMystery. Co-worker??? Goddammit. I thought they were just friends, but it turns out this was a completely different form of LMR. Apparently BlueMystery's target is HBTranslator's superior at work or something like that. I continue and persist with escalating physical stimulation until her entire body is literally trembling with pleasure as I'm dry-humping her VERY slowly and sensually, while I'm lightly kissing her neck.
I go through a lengthy yet fun process of foreplay by teasing her with kisses, faking kisses, dry-humping her with my leg as she man-handled me, but she's freaking out in response to every little tiny noise we hear from outside the room even though we're already half-naked and a hairline away from passionate and tantric lovemaking.
She's asking if I have a condom but still won't do the dirty. Her body is just begging, but she's doing everything in her willpower to NOT go through with this. We're riding a thin line during this foreplay.
After about 20 minutes since isolation, we hear a knock on the door. It's her co-worker friend. "Hey, do you wanna go home now? Let's go." BlueMystery and she finished in about 15 minutes and have been right outside the room HBTranslator and I were in, having coffee or tea, seated at a coffee table. They had sex with virtually no foreplay or LMR. I always take about 20-30 minutes for foreplay with a girl I'm having sex with for the first time, and that's without LMR. Fuck. Looks like I ran out of time. Looking back, I see that I could have just walked out of the room and asked them to go take a nice walk outside or something. I didn't think of that at the time.
HBTranslator freaks out and starts looking for all her clothes in a big hurry. We walk them out to the main street to hail some taxis. They have to take separate cabs because their houses are in opposite directions. BlueMystery's target gets in a cab first and we greet her farewell. Looking back, I see that I could have just pulled HBTranslator back to the place right then and there. I didn't think of that at the time. We cross the street and hail a cab going in the opposite direction. I give her a hug and a kiss goodbye. Two days later, I'm on a plane heading back to America. Now, I'm back and ready to rock the states again.
Last edited by Chief on Thu Jan 01, 2009 12:02 am, edited 1 time in total.
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CHAT
To come so close, yet be so far. I mean wow. Oh well. Good job though.
