Quote: (01-04-2018 12:35 PM)xxx Wrote:
Very innocent looking girl. Doesn't look the type to sleep around.
She has that look that's the exact opposite of the slut face.
Not surprised she wasn't available. You should keep in touch with her just to see where her life goes.
*You're not sleeping with them, and you're a photographer, so I think you can post. You can always ask Roosh and explain.
Op are you comfortable displaying your province/area? I think you said you were in a remote area right?
Her partner count is probably 5 or less and she had a really sweet feminine vibe to her. Keeping in touch for sure.
And for now, I'd say I'm not comfortable with showing my location.
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Today was the 2nd day since I cracked with Tinder.
Also, I haven't watched porn since this challenge and I haven't jerked off since I had sex last.
Last night was a low-key night. I stayed in, had a hot bath with Epsom salt coupled with a double rusty nail and the company of David Deida's "The Way Of The Superior Man" and Kurt Vonnegut's "Slaughterhouse 5".
I love taking baths, they charge me right the fuck up and clear the mind completely. I can't recommend taking a hot bath, with a book, salts and a strong alcoholic drink more to men who just want to recharge and unwind.
Today, I took all of that charged up energy and released it into the world.
Starting with inviting a lover of mine over.
The sex was great, very animalistic. I dominated the fuck out of her. Letting myself get lost in the moment, allowing both of our masculine and feminine energies to dance with each other.
After she left, I had to go slightly out of town to meet someone who wanted to buy one of my golf bags.
Figuring this would be an opportunity for an adventure and to explore an unfamiliar city, I packed my camera, loaded up some books and drove. Unsure of what the rest of the night had in store.
The deal went well enough. After we parted ways I looked up on my phone "Used Book Stores", I love hunting through a used bookstore, you never know what you may find and I find the old ladies that work at these places to be among the sweetest people you'll ever meet.
After getting cut off in traffic, almost turning down the wrong side of a oneway street (One-ways are confusing as fuck) and pulling an illegal u-turn because iPhone GPS sucks. I eventually made it to the store.
The old lady that worked there was incredibly charming and sweet, I had about 20 books I was looking for and she helped me with every single one. I loved how I could name an author and she knew the book automatically, even the obscure books I wanted she knew about.
The store had 3 of the books I was looking for and the lady recommended me some nearby stores that might have what I was looking for.
I got (these books are all from Goldmunds Best Books Read In 2017 List (
http://goldmundunleashed.com/25-of-the-b...ks-i-read/)
The Power Of Myth - Joseph Campbell
The WayWard Bus - John Steinbeck
Praise Of Folley - Desiderius Erasmus
I made the short 5-minute drive to another used book store and this lady was much, much different.
At first I thought she was cold because she didn't even offer to help me look for the books I wanted. Instead she pointed to the sections.
While I was wrapping up looking around, she became more open and animated. I think she was just used to idiots or annoying people, or just bored. Whatever.
I grabbed three books from this store,
Brothers of Karamazov - Fyodor Dostoyevsky (I'm slightly intimidated by the 700 page book)
Wisdom Of Life - Schopenhauer
Eugene Delacroix Reference Book - (Paintings of the famous artist Delacroix, very inspirational)
WB
After this stop, my stomach started rumbling so I made a short detour to one of my favorite Mediterranean places in the province, which I found out about while working landscaping because we'd stop there on our breaks and stuff ourselves before slugging away for 5-6 hours making the nearby Walmart look nice (does Walmart really have to have trimmed hedges?).
The bastard that works there is quite cheap though, hustled me into buying 2 bottles of water when I just wanted tap water. Also skimped on the sauce, but it's so good there I can't complain. Left there very satisfied and full of energy that I picked up in the bookstores and from the sex earlier.
Eager to share the energy. I drove home and hit up one of the local cafe's, it was about 8-9 at night and knew that tonight was open mic. I figured I might see some cool people or hear some interesting music/poetry.
The cafe was somewhat busy, I brought my camera with me and some sketchbooks in my messenger bag that I carry.
There was one chair available and it was at this fat girls table who wore ugly black lipstick and wore those STUPID fucking pants that fat girls wear. You know, the ones that are so high waisted that it conceals all of their blubber. Plus a belt long enough to hang yourself with to contain all of that fat from spilling over the waist of her jeans.
I made conversation with her a little, using her to warm up my "game" and get myself in that social flow for the night. Her other fat friend showed up who was equally boring and drab.
I asked them what brings them out tonight and the fat friend pointed to her friend and told me she dragged me out otherwise I'd be binge watching YouTube "Roosterteeth" videos -- what the fuck is that?
The fat girls irritated me even more as I saw them share some unhealthy snack together, literally taking bites together. Ugh.
Unfortunately, the musicians also sort of stunk. Nothing fucking original. All covers, even some good covers but fuck I wanted originality. Even if they sounded like ass, I wanted some original motherfuckers.
Amidst the disappointment, I noticed this asian girl not giving a FUCK, dancing with out a care in the world. She had this very free flowing way of dancing, I could tell it was completely raw and original.
I left the fat girls to eat the rest of their junk food and sat next to the Asian.
My "open" was how do you dance so freely? You are so into the moment, it's inspiring.
She perked up, and started talking about how she is able to free herself and let herself go. Then she dropped the bomb "I'm a sex therapist."
Cue conversations that revolved around sex, art, freedom and self expression. Right up my alley.
We ended up chatting for the remainder of the night.
I told her about my photography project and she wanted to be apart of it.
I'm not going to share the picture for this one but when I asked her what is one thing on your bucket list that you really want to do, but are afraid you will never get to do it?
She wrote down
"Dance naked infront of a large group of people."
This one was strange and I liked it, she was an original.
Unfortunately, my game tonight was off.
On one hand I felt I could have tried to escalate with her, and the other I'm not sure she was interested in that. We talked about sex and other conversations but I think that was mainly because she's a sex therapist and is very open to that sort of thing.
I invited her to a bar to change venues but she said she doesn't drink.
We talked a bit longer unit the place closed, she gave me her email and parted ways.
I think one of my problems with my game is that I get too wrapped up in interesting conversations with girls.
This asian girl was a great example of this, I found her so interesting but because I found her interesting I forgot to actually try to seduce her. Then when I say to myself "I should seduce her" it's already too late and I'm afraid it will come off as awkward.
In the future, my game has to be more "sexual" so to speak. I can ask the interesting questions and have the interesting conversations after sex.
I also think I have some deep rooted sexual limiting beliefs that are inhibiting me from seducing women. Something I never had to overcome with Tinder because with Tinder the seduction is pretty much taken care of (for the most part). I need to investigate this further and figure out the mental-blocks.
If I could re-do the interaction with the asian girl, I would have been more flirty and less serious/deep. When she asked me how I have sex I should have told her
"Why don't you find out"
And I should have moved her to another area in the cafe. If I moved her to a couch, sat next to her and started rubbing her back or something I might have been able to seduce her.
I do think she wanted sex, and I do think she thought about having it with me but I needed to move things in that direction and take initiative which I didn't. Sex doesn't happen without a force guiding it, there needs to be movement of the body. Sexual tension isn't born out of being stationary.
Overall though, today was a great day. I came away a better man and that to me is a win.
You know it's fucking cold when birds let you get right up close to them and they don't even budge.