The weekend just gone started with me feeling a little messed-up, since I had just been ruthlessly dumped by this gorgeous, hot-headed chic that I had been banging. Didn't really want to go out, but in the end I forced myself.

The numbers that I have been collecting and carefully grooming towards sex where drying up, and right now my phone list of potential-fuckables is in the red. Not a safe place to be.

So i went clubbing, didn't really plan on a full-on sarge, just an evening of merriment to forget the previous weeks bullshit. Now my club game is weak. I've only successfully pulled a girl from a club in over 6 years ago. (She was a real dirty minx. About a year afterwards she got engaged to a mate from my sports team...hehehe) So I wasn't really expecting much that night.

However I have been doing abit of lifestyle-game, so I made sure that I was with a bunch of loose-acquaintances. I also have one rule that I live by. I have to approach the hottest sexiest woman in the club. Simple. I don't care if she tells me to fuck off, or if she totally ignores my approach. I would rather be rejected than to see a really sexy woman and not have the courage to say anything. And so I did.

After a few hours I spied a chic that looked like poetry in a mini-skirt. This chic was a tall, striking amazon. I had to say something. So when the opportunity came I siddled up and said something. Surprisingly she actually responded. We even bounced to another part of the club to continue chatting. Unfortunately I could feel her interest slipping away and I just didn't have enough skills in my bag to rekindle it. She eventually had enough, and pulled the plug on our conversation. But then a strange thing happened. I began to get more receptive signals from other women in the club. It was as if my status had suddenly been enhanced just by my interaction with the number 9. I think other women seem to admire men who chat to real gorgeous women.

Suddenly another chic played the proximity game, and presented herself to me. She was average looking, but had a lovely slim nubile body, sexy svelte legs, and a pair of persuasive tennis-ball breasts. What should you do when offered such a gift? Unwrap it of-course! And so I did. We struck up a conversation. We bounced from dance-floor to lounge. We kinoed. We didn't kiss, but we did lean in and gently brush lips and noses. I didn't even offer to buy a her drink. And then we left, and with her friends, went back to her place.

Sunday morning found us wrapped in each others arms, having spent the night exploring each others intimacies. Sometimes we were energetic, at others times we were slow and sensual. One thing was certain however, neither of us were satisfied, and so last nights sexual play neatly segued into the mornings sexual exchanges.

Afterwards we chatted. I absolutely adore women whose intellect can match the size of their sexual appetite! Although she did get a bit pissed off when it became apparent that I didn't know what her name was. I don't actually think I even asked what it was. But things smoothed out. When it was time to leave I made sure to do so as reluctantly as possibly. You know the routine....pull on an item of clothing, look longingly at her, then start cuddling and kissing....pull on another item of clothing, repeat the same kissing and cuddling....walk to the door, turn around to her and repeat kissing cuddling...then finally leave.

Since this lovely woman is about a 7.5 I don't think I'll be going back. So I think that this has been my first 'one-stand' in a long while. Incidently I was supposed to meet another chic on Sunday for lunch. But I stood her up. She had sent me a few crazy messages...but its probably a good thing...keep her on her toes....maybe she'll want me more since I'm not attainable.....

Anyway, the point of this post, is to reinforce my belief that guys should always chat to the hottest, sexiest woman in any closed-environment. This strategy has a tickle down effect.