Cry baby…
Spot: Cavo
Chic: 34/Spaniard
Body type: Fit
Occupation: Dentist
Admittedly, this one was hard to find, so I decided to use good old faithful, to find some authentic Spaniard ass (as in directly from Spain). Match.com. After spending the better part of 2 days to find and chat with this one online, we decided to meet close to her. She lives in Astoria, known for its ambiance and great food I chose Cavo.
Getting there early to set up for my encounter, I had a couple drinks with the bartender. Let me tell you , this breathtaking Moldavian beauty made me want to ditch my date, but she had to work the bar so I had to settle for the Spaniard.
My date, now 15 minutes late arrives, after giving her the once over I opted for drinks over dinner, still thinking of my bar maid, plus she looked a lot better in her pictures. In person I’d give her a sober 7 out of 10. But she was a means to an end, after all her purpose was to help me strike number 3 off of the list.
Sitting at the bar, force to feign some degree of interest I started self medicating. Goose and Red Bull, one after the other. Just as I was approaching a zen state of buzz, she did it. She started playing with her hair.
Was this a sign from the gods? Could I start making my move to go back to her place? Turning on whatever charm I had left in me, I seduced her within minutes.
Deciding to kill 2 birds with one stone, I let her touch me and try to make out with me (obviously to see if the bartender was interested). I slid my fingers up along the seem of her jeans to what I would assume to be a rather moist and hopefully delectable pussy. Not sensing any resistance from her I threw some cash on the the bar and led her out.
Side note: She lived 2 blocks away.
My blood pressure starting to build with the anticipation of the kill, I put my arm around her waist sliding one of my fingers under the waistband of her jeans while walking to her place, gently squeezing from time to time to keep her in the mood.
From the moment we got back to her place we were naked and and I was going for the gold. There was nothing I wouldn’t try to do with her, afterall it wasn’t like I was going to see her again, well not intentionally anyway.
After fucking her a couple times (she gets a B- for the sex), I got up and got dressed.
Chic: What are you doing? Where are you going?
Me: I’m going home.
Chic: You can stay for the night.
Me: No, I already did what I had to do.
Chic starts crying and cursing saying she feels used.
While walking out of her room, I tossed a card that simply read “casualdater.net” told her to check out the website in a week or two and it will explain everything.
Adios…
You should tell the women you use to read this website… http://theartofbeingfeminine.blogspot.com/
I didn’t say they weren’t; many, however, misinterpret a man’s sexual desire for them as something more than the sexual release. What did she expect, considering she put-out after a couple hours over drinks? If you’re looking to get laid, then by all means do so, but crying aftewards?! Don’t bring a man home and spread your legs for him and expect a proposal in return.
Remember women are just as culpable as men are in the game of seduction…
Plus I only go for the classy dammes…
I would NOT call her classy, by any means. If a man I am on a “date” with is chugging down Red Bull & Vodka, I would kindly suggest he find someone else, because obviously, he has to be drunk in order to enjoy my company. AND if I have to get drunk in order to stand him, that would just make me lose all self-respect (and THAT is not tolerable or an option) since it would be a “Coyote Ugly” situation…
I never called her classy doll. She seemed it, but when I met her I knew it was a matter of time before it was time to go, or cum depending on how you look at it. She wasn’t Coyote Ugly, she was a 7, but my blood was already boiling over for the one on the other side of the bar.
The biggest problem with women in NYC as I see, is they seem to dumb themselves down on purpose for men. Personally I am very attracted to the aggressive, brilliant man eating women out there.
First it wasn’t a couple hours, maybe an hour, tops. I agree with you in that she shouldn’t have given it up that easy and expected anything more.
Albeit, part of my job is getting people to do what I want them to do. And I am very good at my job, hell there is only one person better than me and he is in rehab.
Poor little lamb never had a chance…
You can’t make anyone do anything they don’t want. A strong/confident woman knows what she wants and no matter the “game” or amount of sweet talk will make her do anything she doesn’t want to. The ones that fall for the “game” are obviously men-pleasers and not self-pleasers. Desperate = unattractive. If having sex after an hour is what you’re after and what turns you on, then by all means do it, but don’t regret it aftewards; after all, she wasn’t drugged (hopefully) and it was a conscious decision.
…and I am not easily convinced
The moment you start trying to convince a girl to do something, things are destined to go downhill. It’s not about convincing her, but attracting her. People don’t go to bed based on your debate skills.
You’re not making her do what you want, you provide her with an attractive option, and she is choosing it.
Try not to fall into the trap of characterizing sex as something men get women to do. Everyone makes their choices are is responsible for them.
In that case it seems as though I attract my fair share of women doll.