Props to Roosh and Mark Manson and all the soldiers putting it down to teach men how to properly swoon the ladies. This is some life-changing shit right here and I couldn't be happier with how things are going.
Third date out with a girl. She's Japanese, pretty traditional and has some dorky boyfriend back on Japanese soil that she's not super attached to. Not a stellar candidate, but an okay one. Haven't kissed yet 'til now. She's rather shy, obviously likes me but kind of unsure of how to proceed, and is a little skittish about being seen in public doing anything such as holding hands or whatever. Lives in my apartment building (!). In short - tough nut to crack. Not great with English too, so conversation is blunt and direct.
I steer the conversation into sex. What do you like a guy to do, have you had a lot of boyfriends, etc. - sometimes I have to be very direct and talk specifically about sex. We get to talking about sex and she's following along and interested in the topic. Good news. Thanks for the tip, Roosh.
I'm stroking her hand a bit. I get to tell her that she's pretty and stuff - I basically do World Game which is incidentally almost perfectly congruent with my personality anyway, so really I'm just being honest. I see her constantly brushing her hair back and smiling and laughing at stuff, and is happy when I compliment her. Thanks for the tip, Roosh.
We bounce to another location (her suggestion) and I pick a nice little Greek restaurant to just get a glass of wine before closing time. I decide to start being direct. (This is a VERY rough paraphrase)
"When I go out with a girl, it is because I want to sleep with her."
She's a little floored, and backs down a bit. "I really enjoy being out with you. But I cannot sleep with you."
"Okay. I understand and I do not want you to feel bad. But I cannot go on a date with you anymore."
Now she's really shocked, and a little sad. "But I like to go out with you and talk to you. You are nice and so kind."
"I know, and you are too. I really like being out with you. But when I go out, I want to go out with a girl who is interested in sleeping with me. Otherwise I feel bad, because I am interested in sleeping with her. I will always be interested in sleeping with you, so if we go out, I will be unhappy."
"Now I feel bad. I am so sorry."
"You should not be sorry. I want to be completely honest with you, so that is why I am telling you my feelings. You are a good girl and you are very sweet. I like spending time around you. It is okay for you not to want to sleep with me, and I understand if you do not want to. I don't want you to feel bad at all."
"But I feel bad."
"You shouldn't feel bad. I am glad that you are being honest with me. We cannot go out on a date anymore, but I am not unhappy at all."
"You will avoid me now."
"Of course I will not avoid you. I am always happy to see you. But we cannot go on a date like this." (Forgot something: thanks Roosh!)
She goes silent for a bit. Eventually her lips purse a bit, and she says, "I should not ask you this creepy question."
"Go ahead, you can ask me anything."
"What if we did sleep together?"
"Well, I want you to be happy about it. I do not want you to make a decision that makes you feel bad. So if you cannot feel good about sleeping with me, then I do not want you to sleep with me. But if you could feel good about it, then I would like to sleep with you."
We're driving back, and she asks how it would go. I detail how the night would be - have some drinks, relax, watch a movie, kiss, cuddle. I have to define 'cuddle' for her since she doesn't know the word. She's intrigued. I pull over to park near the place.
I tell her, 'I think that I would like to have you visit my room, and cuddle and kiss.'
She nods. She's happier now.
'I would like to kiss you now.'
She leans in and I kiss her. She's a pretty decent kisser, surprisingly. I tell her so. She's shocked, and delighted.
We're walking back to our apartments and she wants to kiss again.
Remembering her worries about being seen, I say, "Well, I will kiss you when we are not out in the open."
"Maybe nobody will see us," she says, and leans in.
---
I didn't get the same-night swoop - frankly, I'm depleted from leaving my girl's place this morning, and she's gotta be up at 5AM. But this wouldn't have happened without you guys. You all helped me to be dropping 2-hand hanger dunks only, for the cost of a few beers. In the meantime, the sons of South Korea are selling their kidneys for handbags.
So, again, another shoutout to RVF, to Roosh and Mark Manson and all the players and gurus putting it down international style and domestic.
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Third date out with a girl. She's Japanese, pretty traditional and has some dorky boyfriend back on Japanese soil that she's not super attached to. Not a stellar candidate, but an okay one. Haven't kissed yet 'til now. She's rather shy, obviously likes me but kind of unsure of how to proceed, and is a little skittish about being seen in public doing anything such as holding hands or whatever. Lives in my apartment building (!). In short - tough nut to crack. Not great with English too, so conversation is blunt and direct.
I steer the conversation into sex. What do you like a guy to do, have you had a lot of boyfriends, etc. - sometimes I have to be very direct and talk specifically about sex. We get to talking about sex and she's following along and interested in the topic. Good news. Thanks for the tip, Roosh.
I'm stroking her hand a bit. I get to tell her that she's pretty and stuff - I basically do World Game which is incidentally almost perfectly congruent with my personality anyway, so really I'm just being honest. I see her constantly brushing her hair back and smiling and laughing at stuff, and is happy when I compliment her. Thanks for the tip, Roosh.
We bounce to another location (her suggestion) and I pick a nice little Greek restaurant to just get a glass of wine before closing time. I decide to start being direct. (This is a VERY rough paraphrase)
"When I go out with a girl, it is because I want to sleep with her."
She's a little floored, and backs down a bit. "I really enjoy being out with you. But I cannot sleep with you."
"Okay. I understand and I do not want you to feel bad. But I cannot go on a date with you anymore."
Now she's really shocked, and a little sad. "But I like to go out with you and talk to you. You are nice and so kind."
"I know, and you are too. I really like being out with you. But when I go out, I want to go out with a girl who is interested in sleeping with me. Otherwise I feel bad, because I am interested in sleeping with her. I will always be interested in sleeping with you, so if we go out, I will be unhappy."
"Now I feel bad. I am so sorry."
"You should not be sorry. I want to be completely honest with you, so that is why I am telling you my feelings. You are a good girl and you are very sweet. I like spending time around you. It is okay for you not to want to sleep with me, and I understand if you do not want to. I don't want you to feel bad at all."
"But I feel bad."
"You shouldn't feel bad. I am glad that you are being honest with me. We cannot go out on a date anymore, but I am not unhappy at all."
"You will avoid me now."
"Of course I will not avoid you. I am always happy to see you. But we cannot go on a date like this." (Forgot something: thanks Roosh!)
She goes silent for a bit. Eventually her lips purse a bit, and she says, "I should not ask you this creepy question."
"Go ahead, you can ask me anything."
"What if we did sleep together?"
"Well, I want you to be happy about it. I do not want you to make a decision that makes you feel bad. So if you cannot feel good about sleeping with me, then I do not want you to sleep with me. But if you could feel good about it, then I would like to sleep with you."
We're driving back, and she asks how it would go. I detail how the night would be - have some drinks, relax, watch a movie, kiss, cuddle. I have to define 'cuddle' for her since she doesn't know the word. She's intrigued. I pull over to park near the place.
I tell her, 'I think that I would like to have you visit my room, and cuddle and kiss.'
She nods. She's happier now.
'I would like to kiss you now.'
She leans in and I kiss her. She's a pretty decent kisser, surprisingly. I tell her so. She's shocked, and delighted.
We're walking back to our apartments and she wants to kiss again.
Remembering her worries about being seen, I say, "Well, I will kiss you when we are not out in the open."
"Maybe nobody will see us," she says, and leans in.
---
I didn't get the same-night swoop - frankly, I'm depleted from leaving my girl's place this morning, and she's gotta be up at 5AM. But this wouldn't have happened without you guys. You all helped me to be dropping 2-hand hanger dunks only, for the cost of a few beers. In the meantime, the sons of South Korea are selling their kidneys for handbags.
So, again, another shoutout to RVF, to Roosh and Mark Manson and all the players and gurus putting it down international style and domestic.
Check out my occasionally updated travel thread - The Wroclaw Gambit II: Dzięki Bogu - as I prepare to emigrate to Poland.
