Month: May 2014

August 11th 2013,

In the middle of July, Saturday evening. The coach of Marseille had invited us in a night on the beach. I was with Clémentine, a girl with whom I sleep from time to time then I didn’t tried to pick up too much. Well, had a small photographer, an ex of the Coach who was cool. The kind of not complicated girl who can look a little bit stupid because she speaks a lot and very quickly and everything but in fact she is not stupid, and it is restful a girl who cackles because at least you do not need to make a lot of efforts to feed the conversation.

In brief, I a little forgot all about her over the moment but I noticed signs of interest: when she sat down next to me, her legs touched mine and the contact did not upset her. Otherwise, I suggested her fighting with me in the mud in string, then well, she showed me her string. The small photographer was maybe attracted thanks to the phenomenon of preselection (Clémentine : what is good with Clémentine it is that it is not the kind to be jealous nor to be a pain in the neck… I think that she has the same philosophy of life as me), or then she wanted to piss off her ex (I guess that they stayed a few months together).

I let her wait until Monday noon when I sent her a message on FB. “What about this driving license?
– It is in 4 days”. I knew it but well, it was necessary to start the conversation. “How did you find me and why ?
– You suspect it.
– Yes”. After, she told me that I looked like a dead man of hunger with Clémentine, and Clem as well, and that it was obvious that we were going to fuck ; I answered “so what ? It is just nature!” She agreed with that. We spoke a lot, I sent her extracts of my book saying that the girls should have more fun, and saying that the guys should not judge them as whores. The illusion of purity and the problem of the puritanical whore haunt too much people. The society formats us. She admitted to me that I was so right, that she thought like me, and that it was a test to see if I was one of these poor guys. “Are you a psychologist or something?” she tried to guess.

As a result, we agreed to take a midnight swim when she would return of the summer camp. She left the following WE having taken her driving test and I still went on my internship. During 15 days of summer camp, we sent quite a lot of messages, she is nice, I didn’t make a lot of effort it was so to speak all the time HER who did feed the conversation. She still tested me by speaking about other guys who tried to pick her up, those whom she wanted to suck the cock. I encouraged her to do so, and she liked it. To reward her and because she is a photographer I got her in touch all the same with the model of July. Who knows, this partnership could be beneficial to both of them… At the moment, she photographs only her friends who do not really look like models, needs to say it.

The day of our midnight swim arrived. At 7:30 pm, I sent a message “still good?
– … (no answer)
– ok well I understand if you changed your mind, good night.
– hello, yeah it is good for me, here is my address and my number, come picking me up plz.” Well, I avoided the flake. But I didn’t leave for 30 minutes on the road without having guarantees.

On the sand, the feet at the cool, we lengthened on two towels, which did not stop getting closer. She talked a lot… from time to time, she said that I didn’t speak a lot then I aligned three sentences and she started talking again. I rose on her, to make her a massage, she removed her top spontaneously but did not let me touch her too cute tits nor her buttocks. One fucking hour of caresses and kisses everywhere except on the mouth to tame her then she told me that the water was too cold while we should rather go in a dark corner of the beach where nobody was.

She was very hot when I entered a finger into her. I like this kind of girls, very expressive “oh yes go on do not stop”. I would have been able to fuck her there just like that but had a guy there who looked for some gold with his metal detector and who turned all around us, then guys who went for a pee in the sand not far then well I was not able to. We went in my car, she led me near a monastery or I do not know what, on a parking which dominated Martigues. This girl has a hot body, small breasts not flat and a small convex bottom. I licked her then fucked her on the back seat, it was nice. When she came, she was shaken by incredible cramps, it was funny. She admitted to me being allergic to the latex, nevertheless we put a condom… Then, apart if she inverted them and gave me a special without I notice it such a conjurer, I understand nothing in her story of allergy.

She came against me during half an hour after the sexual intercourse, our two bodies recovered from the effort. Whereas I, I looked at this monastery by beginning to freak out of if there were ghosts or something… well, her, she quietly fell asleep. I woke her up and returned her at her home. A kiss and go to bed.

I returned, the wind in the window arranged my hair, with the head up galvanized by the sense of accomplishment.

I didn’t do it because the Coach had tried to fuck a girl on my bed during a party, but because I liked this girl all the same. Finally one who understood everything. The other side of the coin it is that I had pain in the cock. Finally that allowed me to put back the ball to the center with the Coach also because he had a little pissed me off lately. Like : I invited him to sleep at my home several times, invited to my birthday, made him go for free in two Champagne Showers, etc. and he had never invited me anywhere except once “Yeah nursing party next week that is going to be too good I call you if I go there and we go together?!
– OK good.” 10 days later “there is nursing party soon, right ?
– ah sorry I went with another buddy it was goooood!
– Ah”. So when he talked about a party on the beach, I harassed him. Finally here we are, a few days later he apparently knew that I had seen her but he did not know if I had screwed her, he came to tell me “yeah buddy I hope that you know that I would never screw a girl with whom were you before… I have values !
– Why ? A girl only belongs to herself.” In brief, he says that but he contacted all the same on FB quite a lot of princesses of my friends’ list thus that a little irritated me this bad faith.

I find these summer evenings very poetic. May the God of the Game be with you !

PS: otherwise, a funny anecdote… I forgot my session FB opened at a buddy. He connected, was been thought of as me, tried to pick up a girl, got invited at her home to screw her then he went there while she waited for me. Obviously, she said no. Needs to stop thinking that I fuck only easy girls, eh. It is because I make them feel comfortable and because I understand them blockings (in particular the social pressure) that I have good results.

July 27th 2013,

Do you know what the “no kill” is ? It is when the fishermen catch their prey then put back it to the water often because they feel sorry. It is a little what I made yesterday evening. But let’s start from the beginning.

Last Saturday, shooting of clip and photography session. I met a tasty girl : brunette, green eyes, 5ft84 with forms and without any fat. I seduced her, I became the prize and put her in position of qualification “you’re not that tall in reality”, sexual escalation (glances, touches etc.) and everything. In brief she was conquered then I returned her at her home… and in the car, IT happened.

We kissed each other, we lowered seats, she jumped on me, I caressed her, I fingered her, she had an orgasm. I made her pass behind, I put her hand on my cock: nothing to do… I put off my pants, that did not interest her, I took out my tail and put it in her hand, she did nothing. She told me that she adores me and that she wants that I make a commitment and everything. I told her “listen, if you don’t want, we shall do it another time”. This story of commitment, me, that blocks me.

All week long, she spoke to me on FB, on Skype, I patterned her (sexual discussions about 3 channels of preference of the human being: hearing, visual, kinesthetic) and she wrote me that if she didn’t give me more last time it is to not be thought of as an easy girl. Never mind, I said to myself, that it was going to pass on Friday. In France, we neglect too much techniques by wanting to act like gentlemen who seduce only with our personality. It’s a pity.

I had registered her on a parade and the winners could participate to Generation Mannequin (TV show) but her mother formally forbade her to go there because “If you win you will have to go to Paris, you are not ready to live alone, etc.” The fear of the success is really a defect. Having a frustrated, stifling and castrating mother too. She also made me freak out when I watched Spread with Ashton Kutcher and did body-building… well, I didn’t answer to her messages during 3 hours and she became crazy for that. My radar for girls with problems began to ignite.

Yesterday evening, we saw each other. In the parking where I had parked my cyprinemobile, she did not let me leave the car : she jumped on me. We kissed each other, we lowered seats, I caressed her, fingered her… long moment : she came. When I had a walk with her, there are always guys there who looked at her with desire, who made onomatopoeias from their cars (yesterday evening it was “han han han”) and girls who looked at her and felt bad because they are big or small. That it is excellent.

We went to have a drink with Hafid and Padawan, and then, we had planned to go taking a midnight swim in the sea and to fuck in the water but eventually not at all : she wanted to see my kitten. We thus went to my place at first and my kitten refused to be approached by her then I began taking her on the sofa. I have put again her hand on my cock and nothing to do, I took off my pants, that did not interest her, I took out my tail and put it in her the hand, she did nothing. She got up, put back her bra and told me “needs that we speak.
– Are you sure that it is a good moment now?” In brief, I am not going to tell her life here but she is not virgin anymore and does not trust any more in men except that it would unfortunately not be her first time: and she expects commitment from me. I told her that even without making love, she could give me back a little of the pleasure I gave her. She refused and claimed that she was disappointed and felt empty. I would have been able to manipulate her : promising her a relation in order to fuck her then to do not call her back. But seriously, that’s not what I do. I would have agreed to see her again if at least she had shaken me… but in these conditions… who can guarantee me that it will not be the same next time? “I want us to learn to know each other” she told me… “In 2 months we will make love”. That smelt like a dead end for a lousy principle. That it good, I have it too: I do not go into this kind of vicious circles.

Thus, I returned her. On the return trip, she told me being a medium. That she sees souls and that she already was possessed. She was exorcised one year ago but continues to see things. The deaths come asking her for help from time to time… I made her speak but that gave gooseflesh to me this story: I really don’t know what to think about it… about the sixth sense. What she told me is like the testimonies of another one of my friends also “medium”. Creepy. Furthermore, she did not contradict herself, and even if I drove, I didn’t detect signs of lie. Patrick Jane it is not me yet. This discussion has moved us closer a little like an old episode of “Fais-moi peur“.

I returned her at her home, an old COUNCIL HOUSE, there were big riff raff checks in front of the door “hello darling”. In the corridor, we spoke. I understood that she went out only rarely and that her mother would refuse that she sees me again because I am incapable to return her in time. She said to me that she loved me, that I was her soul sister and that she would wait for me. In brief, I calmed her, said to her that she should wait for nobody and make the life, and that if we have to meet again that will be made naturally. Last kiss. Her mother went out as a fury “you had to return my daughter one hour ago”… and she bawled like a crazy but that slid on me like my kitten on the unclean ground of my apartment, she kicked me outside like a shit and I heard her shouting in their appart (somebody spent a nasty quarter of an hour). Meanwhile, I noticed that the madre had saturated my telephone of messages. Not easy to live with that… I am sure that she becomes attached so easily and everything because her life is moronic, maybe even if she invents things it is because she is not occupied somewhere else or to escape from her reality.

Once outside, one of the riff raff came talking to me. I asked him if he knew them, he told me “not really they are solitary” and “you took up her, is she a horse?
– no.
– you licked her apricot?
– no.
– Ah she must be satisfied to have found a sucker like you. Where are you from ? From pays d’Aix ? Venelles?
– yes I think she is happy, yes Venelles. You’re nice but it is late, I have to go.” I left. The life she has in these COUNCIL HOUSES and all this made me think about my own condition.

On the way back, I admit I paid a small tear. I felt sick for her in fact. That had to be the empathy and the disappointment or the relief. She reminded me the girl who put her teddy bear between us so that I don’t kiss her (eyes, nose) with whom had there a big potential of love story and with whom that came to a sudden end. In brief I lived again all the frustration from which Game was supposed to set me free. It is to this kind of risks that we expose ourselves when we make exceptions to our rules (I should never have agreed to go picking her up in her godforsaken place).

I knew that it was not a girl with whom I could have a story then why letting her believe? Just to fuck her ? No, I would have been a jerk. Certain girls like the dramas, the complicated stories and everything. Being extricated with difficulty from two relations with such girls, I know that it is better to put a stop. Sometimes has signs there saying that it would have been necessary not to go there. There it is because I had been fallen by a muck and because my calf had swelled. No night > bad night ?

At present, she sends me text messages and her mother rots my INBOX Facebook with threats and bans to see her again “Hello, further to your behavior of this night, I ask you to remove the 2 FB accounts of my daughter of your friends’ list without forgetting Skype. I do not want than you got in touch with her by any means whatsoever: FB, SKYPES nor TEXTS! I thought that I could trust you… I regret! Well why writing a book and having a blog about the relation man/woman if you don’t know how to apply it! Not surprising that you fall only on small floozies! You had some gold between hands and you did not know how to keep it. You will keep of her a professional memory and nothing else. PS : If I ask you to have no more contacts with her, it is for her own good and do not try to tell her that you were an idiot and that you want a second chance. By being grown-up, I know these fine words which are even easier for a writer ! This second chance, you had it yesterday and you did not know how to seize it. Now, it is too late ! Thanks you !!” It drove her crazy that I didn’t answer.

Otherwise, this night, I had a night-ejaculation. May the God of the Game be with you !

PS : did I speak to you about the girl that I fuck at work? In fact I approached her on FB and she has a summer job at the bank below my office. Then, here we are, we fucked in the elevator, in the 4th (deserted floor) and she sucked me in the garage.

Oh crud! I did connect on adopteunmec this afternoon and that so much pissed me off that at the moment of writing a message to a girl, I entered trance. I retranscribe you here this small work of art which summarizes more or less all the negative aspects of the online pick up. In brief, picking up on the Internet, just like street pick up, it is really something for loosers. I give some explanation. Below, the parcel bomb that she received (this is true for Meetic, Badoo, and so on).

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Did you know that, on this site, most of girls’ profiles are:
– Fake profiles, intended to steal us some money or to sell naughty shows on Skype;
– Girls who come to feel reassured on their power of seduction but do not want to meet guys, making them egoistically waste their time;
– Guys, who make fun of the other guys (but who are not better than us) or to blackmail them (one just told me “yeah don’t worry I am a naughty girl please send me a photo of you naked and after I will do the same thing but do it first and show your face, I do not go out with pussies who do not assume”… if this kind of swindles still exists it is that there are poor guys who do it);
– Hypocrites who do not assume being member of a dating site nor needing and desiring to make love then they warn “no fuckfriend go away monster if you just want my ass” or “here to make friends only (look for the mistake)”;
– Girls whose greatest pleasure is connecting and playing the haughty silly bitch.
I don’t say that it is your case, I don’t say that you are a member of the gang of the dishonest (in any case even the most dishonest people are persuaded to act for the good cause), but my time is precious then to prove me your good faith please add me on Facebook. It is the only place where I shall agree to discuss with an unknown (because there I can see if your profile is true, etc.)

Do you believe that James Bond or Chuck Bass would waste his time chatting on Adopt with illiterates about whom he could not even know if they are real people? No, obviously, because it is for loosers: guys like girls are 90 % of complete morons there. But there are all the same rare pearls (I met awesome girls who did not too much complicate things this is why I am still here), and I said to myself that it is maybe your case, then I put aside my pride and contacted you via this vile network. However, I won’t chat with you during 3 years. Moreover, I do not even know if I will reconnect here one day. I’m not your man if you want me to agree to play according to rules made by a site of male chauvinist: making the men pay and nevertheless giving the power of the sexual choice to women (women who are so afraid of being labelled as “easy girls” that they do not use it even if they drop dead want sex… you know, it is very natural to feel some desire for the other sex, it is just that there are too many idiots who would point them). Then, the ball is in your court. Just notice here the logic of the phenomenon: once a charge is applied, the interesting guys leave it because they do not need that and the girls find themselves in front of an ocean of losers (with a few exceptions, that’s the thing). The quality girls leave the ship in their turn and that gives a mixture of shits looking for shits at their level.

Watch out, I’m not saying that I am James Bond nor Chuck Bass. I just say that I am not the worst guy of the Earth and far from being a desperate person in lack of sex who has only this virtual option to make a girl feel interest for him : I wrote 3 books about gender relations, I practice sport, I eat healthy, I wash myself every day, I have a kitten, I work in the Finance, my blog is a hit, I am not ugly nor a premature ejaculator, I don’t have a little penis, etc. In brief, I am not OK if I have to be presented as “a settled regional product…” Pff.

What I say, on the other hand, it is that as soon as a girl creates her profile, she is immediately submerged by proposals. Hundreds of guys try to pick her up, then she thinks with her brain of sparrow that it would be convenient to be fussy and to forget the elementary rules of politeness. She also thinks that she is going to be able to select tens of virile inhabitants of Aix, sexy, intelligent and funny at the same time to put them in competition to find her Ryan Gosling (it is serious, I even saw a fake Chace Crawford). But the ideal man, just like the ideal woman (the only devourer of apple who would deserve him) does not exist. Needs to connect her neurons and to come back to earth!

The truth is that guys here are the same people that those you meet daily in the street or in the clubs (losers, misfits, mythomaniacs who have complexes, poets who say the same catch phrase to everybody, poor people who feel exhilarated thanks to the virtual but who will not succeed in articulating 3 words when you will meet them, etc.). I am thus going to leave you with the masses if you believe that:
– Adopt is a miracle place where you are going to find love (a long-term improved friendship is more possible);
– Because I contact you, it is beforehand won;
– You are going to be able to wait being picked up without making any effort;
– I am going to go directly at your home or you at my place while I do not even know if you are not a vile bearded man (first meeting in a public place please);
– You can patronize me and show off while you would shut up IRL (I don’t say that maliciously but there are too many girls who are aggressive because they feel invincible behind their computer);
– We are going to talk to each other on the site for weeks before meeting (sorry but the body language represent 90 % of the communication thus it is impossible to know if the current is going to pass with a person before having seen her as large as life. Isn’t it better to know it as quick as possible ? ;
– You think that I am going to persevere with a girl who obliges me ceaselessly to feed the conversation, who promises dates then cancels at the last moment (you won’t do it to me twice, believe me… I only respect people who keep their promises);
– You are an idler who did not understand that to get on in life it is necessary to fight;
– You do not have enough confidence and prefer to forget all about me (fear of not being up to it – well, I admit here that everybody won’t like me but there are limits there) and make out with your fat Romeo or a lean young without future who agrees playing according to rules dictated by the society (or according to yours so much he is discouraged and you can manipulate him easily by the cock), or you are too stupid to realize the luck you have;
– You are authorized to wait three weeks before answering me, to throw tantrums for nothing, etc.

Well. I guess that I said more or less what I wanted to say and that you got the general idea but I notice that I only spoke about the online pick up. Do not confuse me for all that with a pussy who would be too scared to approach girls in the real life. Hard SPU (blocking several hours specially to meet women in the street) I made it but I do not seriosuly plan to have a practice any more. It is too time-consuming, and now, the time and the sleep are what I miss the most at the moment. Thus picking up all day long on the Internet or even in the street: needs to be a sacred wanker who has nothing else to do. Sorry but it is the truth. But, approaching from time to time an attractive girl of whom we cross the look and who maintain eye contact in return, of course yes, it is necessary to have the testicles to go for it…

I will finish now that I started with my vision of the things: the dating sites are places of human consumption where the individuals make scroll photos one after the other by trying to pick up the most beautiful specimens : it is sad (you are nothing as long as the girl did not see you in person). The great majority of the women over there (like the men) are imbecile : they look for THE beautiful guy/girl, that’s it. Something else: since when a woman who says looking for something serious, really looks for something serious? Since when a woman who says looking for a kind, faithful guy, really looks for such a man? It is just claptrap for virgins. If most of the girls connect it is because their life is meaningless. They don’t do anything, they look for somebody who will give them something, a minimum of volume, who will make them live story by proxy. The proof, they rarely have something to tell, no conversation, an IQ hardly upper to the IQ of a cow. Sorry but I am better than that. I am not ready to crawl stomach on the ground and pay, to speak to silly bitches who will just answer “lol” to my 10 lines? Then yeah, some people say “Facebook is not Meetic” but it is exactly for that reason that I see you there.

I am sure that you will be so much surprised receiving this long text (you inspired a lot me) that you will send this message to all your friends before knowing what thinking about it. No problem, go on, spread the word 😉

My FB = Fabrice Julien

May the God of the Game be with you!

July 4th 2013,

Proposing the forbidden fruit. It is simply what we have to do. We can think about that a lot, we can make a fuss about it, but everything amounts to a womb welcoming a phallus. Let’s not forget that we are on Earth only for two purposes (in our genetic) : survive and reproduce.

So, when a guy interacts with a girl, there is always an underlying attraction, at least at first. So that the sexual copulation takes place, it is necessary:
– That there is no social pressure (in particular, isolation);
– That the one or the other does not commit a blunder which destroys not the sexual tension (being uncomfortable) ;
– A physical contact (eye contact, getting closer, touching the other person).

Yesterday evening, small date picked up hastily. A girl (the political hope 2013 of my ass) whom I had poked but waited to long to fuck told me « I am in couple now.
– OK then send me the number of a friend. » As a result, I had a date with this girl. A kind of crazy bitch who gets dressed with dress-naked-back/heels but who sings rap with a flow… how to say… not easily imitable « I am an optician but never doggy style taken ». True story.

We had a drink then she suggested me eating at her place with her, except that it was necessary to go shopping before. I saw the condoms, I thus provoked her as I know so well how to do it “take a lot of it, I am nymphomaniac”. I said a lot of lines likes this one in fact. I can do nothing about that… I am a predator. She explained to me in a very serious way that when certain girls like a guy, they make him have a hard time so he has a good image of her : they believe that to be in couple and to respect them they have to prove us (or to make us believe) that they are not easy girls before. I answered “I like simplicity, a girl who does not know how to have fun and who gives me a headache for the pleasure does not see me again”. I continued “I like you because are spontaneous, you do not complicate things. It is exciting… I want you to be my buddy and to make love to you from time to time. »
– Do you really believe that we will sleep together? In any case, not this evening, maybe next time.” In any case, she agreed that I am not a jerk because I warn the girls that I will be only a lover… I do not make them believe things to finally break their heart: I give them some pleasure and if in addition we get along together well… we date again ! That’s it !

Once at home, we ate then she went on the computer to answer to her other pretenders. Fuck… there is a guy in her apartment, caressing her back and her legs and everything, and she talks with guys who hope to date her. There is even one who suggested her going on his boat. In brief, I was there fiddling with her back and stopping from time to time until she says “continue, it was good…
– yes well, it is 10pm yet, I will go back to my place (big joke) ».

At the moment, she had my hand under her dress, caressing her casually, she gave me that look to try to intimidate me but with all the nonchalance which characterizes me I tried a « what’s wrong, you don’t like it ?
– yes it is pleasant.
– then why do you piss me off? You know the number of girls who are in their bed, bored and who would like that a guy touch them?
– yeah you’re right.
– ok, turn around, I am going to make a massage for you… And remove your dress otherwise it is not easy !» I was entitled to a funny resistance: ” I don’t eat the same jam than my friend
– ??
– well you fuck [my political friend], no?
– not at all… anyway, I do not see what lets you think that we are going to sleep together.” In any case, the other one had not told her the opposite… strange ! Or, it was a test to see if I was a liar… In brief, I began my massage : the back, then the head, then the breasts and finally the buttocks. I took off her string, massed her then put back it back in place. This little game lasted until I turned her and licked her. I can tell you that she did not keep her panties for a very long time after that. The fuck was good, the girl was cute, one can see it that she traveled for kilometers (the way she moved). It is not a bad point.

After the rodeo, her friend and the captain joined us (big combination of circumstances I don’t want to explain)… Let’s just remember that the friend in question (the one who connected us together) apparently wanted to make fun of me by connecting me and her buddy “you have no chance, go for it and fail like a shit”. She was really surprised that I was with her « Oh no I don’t want to see him anymore… he is going to rape me on the spot…
– don’t worry I just had sex with him…
– !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! » OK. We then wanted to go out in the club of Aix which has a name of wind because “free entry for everyone tonight” was announced on FB. Except that at the entrance, the bouncer said “no it is not true, it is €10, it is just during winter that it is free”. Classic the foot in the door (but can damage their reputation). The principle: you get ready, you take the car, then when you find yourself in front of the club… well, it’s OK for you to pay €10. It is easy to manipulate the simple spirits. But fuck it’s not fair.

On my way back, I met Marie, my ex-open-relation. She wants that we see again each other next week. I always like her. It is not healthy. The good news, on the other hand, it is that I found back my Mo-Djo. Austin Power I will soon challenge you. In fact, the pick up it is like soccer: sometimes big teams are in a nasty period and do not win even the easy matches just like small teams can beat the best sometimes. What is important, it is the trend… the lifestyle.

May the God of the Game be with you !

July 4th 2013,

I think I just solved the big mystery of gender relations. According to me, it is about a cybernetic loop of frustration (the snake bites itself the tail). Well I admit that, said this way, it doesn’t look really fun. Then I am going to tell you what happened yesterday evening and you are going to understand everything, trust me.

6pm, I just finished my work, I was completely exploded because I had 35°C of fever: what happens to me when my computer, my phone, the sport, the nights out and my cat prevent me from sleeping during several days (it is not a joke, it has been at least two weeks since I started accumulating lack of sleep). In brief, I went to bed quickly and slept during four hours, so missing the phone call of the Cutie of Toulon with whom I sleep from time to time. She called me to say that she was in Aix for an improvised walk and wanted to see me. I answered when I woke up at about 10 pm, what allowed me to learn that she was in tears and lost somewhere near the faculty of law. A real drama, especially because I like very much this girl. I thus went there to pick her up and she told me her misfortunes.

“You did not answer then I visited a friend and we made an improvised party where this guy who tries to pick up me for 9 months came. I eventually gave up and had a bedtime with him in a room then he called his buddies by crying out proudly as a king on his throne that he had finally fucked me. Feeling the shame on me, I ran away. Fucked like a dog and thrown like a shit by a guy who has a hard time for ages… you don’t care, you, to wait and to compliment non-stop, because when you had sex, that’s it you won.” We cannot blame her, actually, when we succeed in penetrating into the cave crowned of a girl: it means winning the match even if the score was 0-130 and that we caught the Golden Snitch. In brief, it is because there are guys like him that the guys like me are constantly obliged to justify themselves with the women and have to thwart a whole lot of traps. As for myself, in spite of appearances, the discretion is my strong point: by changing details of the stories and the names of the girls, it becomes almost impossible for people to know about whom I write. It is true, fuck, I am not a dangerous psycho, just an experimenter, a little bit crazy scholar who studies gender relations …

Thus here we are, I returned her at my home because she was hungry. First concession: I made her something to eat while I do not normally eat in the evening. The second concession: I underwent her not-really-original complaints “the guys are all jerks and I will never sleep again (knowing that she is in couple with a great NICE GUY (and cheated on him))”. Because I was too kind to tell her “shut up”, I lost little by little the attraction she felt for me (too good, too stupid). May it teach me a lesson. From there, I knew that I could draw a cross on the bit of nooky (which would nevertheless have made both of us feel better… after two orgasms or three, I bet that we would have seen everything through rose-colored glasses). As a result, so much making profitable the thing: I offered myself shrink’s free session. I got it off my chest, in my turn, (it is true that it makes one feel good).

“You know, darling, when I was younger, I did not really interest the girls because I was too kind:
– I remember, at the beginning of my high school years, there was this girl about whom I thought during a long time that she would be the woman of my life and the mother of my children. She hardened me and changed me. Tall green-eyed brunette, I liked her physically but it is especially at the level of the personalities that it was incredible. We first had a little bit knackered date… well, let’s say that I made all the possible mistakes in particular speaking to her about another girl I liked. I had to wait for an eternity after that so that she comes to my place and when I began to shyly make love to her on my bed, my parents came back home and we broke off. Then, she started a relationship with a guy and I had to wait a long time to enjoy her lips again. Then, we made out together in the parties and everything then she invited me (logically) to sleep at her place. In the bed, I tried to kiss her and she put her teddy bear between us then casually turned the back to me all night long. I should maybe have insisted and used the strength but I had too much respect for her. At the time, I thought that I had to learn how to make girl want me while I should in fact have to learn how to really want to fuck just one: SHE. More recently, having read my blog, she killed me “we have nothing in common anymore, we do not understand each other anymore, you will finish in a reality TV show then I do not want to see you any more”. Hard! Especially if we realize that it is her who, with the complicity of two or three other chicks, made of me what I am today : namely a broken heart who tries to reconstruct and floods daily his sorrow in the cyprine).
– This story reminds me another one, with a blonde girl this time. She told me how her ex hurt her and everything and that she was unhappy with him, whereas me, I was adorable. But as soon as that became concretely hot between us like this time when by walking her home after a party, I wildly undressed her, fingered her and she stopped me. This comedy lasted about three months before I ended it by cutting any contact to protect myself. I was already enough bashed up like that, the more that would have lasted, the more I would have had of aftereffects!!! In brief, before I was romantic but how can one stay romantic in such a thankless world? Seriously, the devourers of apples, don’t come and say that you feel bad after that… it is not for nothing that at the end of The Game, Mystery ends in a psychiatric hospital.
– One last more recent story but which illustrates well the phenomenon about which I speak. I had decided to make this POSH girl have a hard time waiting 10 DATES before making love to her. As a result: I did not even arrive at the eighth date. Comment of my buddy of Toulon: “the girls like her who look POSH, it is often the dirtiest, they like being dominated in the bed and soiled. If a girl tells you: me, I am so beautiful, everybody likes me and I can have who I want… she lies, nobody is like that, we constantly need to prove to ourselves that we can seduce”. Without falling in extremes, conclusion is that the girls complain that the guys are all jerks except that it is them who urge us to be like that, and those who are not labelled like that do not interest them if they are not handsome, rich or famous. Then this shitty hypocrisy, this moaning and this cinema slowly make me chuckle. As says so well a big contemporary poet (Booba) “Life is hard this is why we all cry in the birth”.

Let’s go back to the subject : my buddy of Toulon refused that I kiss her “don’t fucking kiss me, I don’t want to be touched” then I told her “listen to me, love, you are going to sleep on the sofa because hot as you are if you come in my bed I am going to be strained all night long and I will not snooze.
– You are really cute.
– Thanks but I don’t care if you find me cute or not because if I can’t fuck you, it is useless.” She started to settle down in fire-back there whereas I put myself in boxer on my bed. Then I called her because needed all the same that I took my frustration out on somebody. “Come on here please I have something to tell you.
– Yeah I come.
– Well what I am going to tell you it is not so that you empty my testicles nor to make you feel pity for me. However I want you to realize what you are doing. A guy fucked you and threw you to the street and for that reason you punish the nice guy who welcomes you at his place. Besides, you know very well that I am going to echo my hatred on the next one, who will herself cry in the vest of another one and so on. It is a sacred vicious circle, men and women cannot go out of this, so it is leading us to a merciless cold war. Hello the butterfly effect. Having said that, if instead of making your bullshit with the other one you directly came to my place, we would both have spent a good moment. In brief, go back on the couch now and think about what I have just told you.
– But I don’t want to fuck, thinking of it disgusts me, I am not going to force myself all the same. Besides if you had answered first I would have come directly.
– Yeah me too, that disgusts me to be the first link of the food chain and NO you are not going to force yourself, I don’t want to screw a house plant.
– I have a compromise, I sleep with you this evening and if tomorrow I am still there we do something.
– Yeah let’s do like that, well good night even if that is called manipulation and not a compromise. Indeed, I don’t see why things would be different tomorrow…
– Because we forgive everything when we are in love.
– In love with?
– With a guy who has just fucked me like a shit, who brag with her buddies and thrown me in the street.
– Then, I am in a sense a spare wheel?
– No, you are the only guy with whom I feel good, we are going to go on holiday together on an island and I will come to your marriage, that is going to make me feel weird btw (NB: I have big doubts on the fact that we still see each other in a few years… it is not to be mean or something but life is merciless and then if she does me something like this again, it will be finished forever. I will be inflexible).
– Poor girl… it’s OK because you are young I am sure that if he calls you tomorrow, you go without thinking! So, good night!” Finally here we are, she slept in my arms and this morning I left to go to work. I a little pissed her off by fiddling with her, not in the hope of making love to her but because my animal instinct got the upper hand (when an attractive blonde is half naked next to me, I have drives, even if I know that that it will not lead to a penetration, it is all the same pleasant to fiddle with her nice tits). I would certainly have had to kick her off as soon as she started telling me her fucking life and to not feel sorry for her but we have a relation which I find healthy: we are friends and we assume our physical attraction without complicating things and without jealousy. Well, I guess that my kindness will lose me especially if I make exceptions and agree to pay for the other men. We are not obliged to agree to be the idiot of another one then we are constantly pulled between “good and bad”. It is thus the first and the last time I agree to comfort a girl I like: the kind boys are walked above even if they are warned, it is hard. Finally it is not like if she was a girl with whom I had never made anything but it is still REALLY frustrating. That can certainly seem selfish (question of point of view) except that if you put yourselves three seconds in my place, you will see that it is unfair.

This is the way the world turns, it is a little bit sad… but well. We say that one man’s meat is another man’s poison and it is very true… except that the opposite is true also. The real morality of this fucking story it is that women respect only the strong men (even if they complain about it) and give their affection only to those guys. Now, when you have a moment of weakness, even if it is there that you would the more need a cuddle, you can always ask for it you will never have it… It is thus logically that it is the sperm another guy who degrades at the moment at the bottom of the vagina of my buddy, warm under my braid. Well, it’s OK, I don’t care, but I am convinced that it is because of stories like that, that men find nurture children who do not belong to them.

I don’t even feel bad anymore because of this kind of shit, I’m armored because I undergo at the moment a violent period of reduction of Mo-Djo. Indeed, since the music festival, I accumulate fails. Retrospective:
– 1) next Monday, after a session of intense SPU, I naively returned two girls at my home with me, I hadn’t got that they were full of MDMA then I hadn’t seen coming the fact that they were going to vomit in my lounge. I have kicked them out without fucking them and I won one hour of housework.
– 2) A girl had warmed me then invited on FB to come to destroy her ass at her home. In reality, she spun me a false address hoping that I turn up there. When I got the feint, she blocked me on FB. What did she win doing so? Nothing, just putting back in place a guy who seemed a little too bit confident for her taste. As for myself, I only lost 30 minutes of my life… big deal. That reminded me what did girl of ice cubes at the beginning of the year, my hand to cut that it was a little the same kind of trap, moreover she continues to play with me (believing that I am fooled) by being banged by poor guys who take drugs and who treat her like a shit but I don’t give a damn : it is her pussy thus her life. Moreover, I enjoy suggesting her regularly coming at my place to have orgasms, because it is hilarious to put the pressure on her and to see what excuse she is again going to invent to refuse while letting me hope. When I told it to my buddy of Toulon, she laughed and told me “I have already done it. It is funny to put back guys to their place like that. To make them feel bad. For us, fucking is too easy, that doesn’t interest us in this way… well, making love maybe.” Bullshit. I just see there girls uncomfortable in their own skin who have nothing interesting to do in their life, time to lose/to make me lose and who have things to prove to themselves. If I let myself go, I could feel bad for them.
– 3) This WE in a party, I was also knackered: I have kissed one single girl in 2 hours of crash&burn. We could believe that I am out of luck but it is in fact because I do not believe in it any more. Otherwise, the other night, I meanly sent “have you already made love today? Does that interests you?” to all my FB contacts, by way of therapy. It was certainly funny but they felt the resentment hidden behind these words… So none wanted a rodeo (even those who rwere chasing me a few days earlier). Nevertheless it is what I need : banging a princess to put me back on track. Maybe that I convey at the moment bad energies… I should maybe just rest and wait that it ends…

My buddy continued to cheer me up “you know, if I had based myself on your page FB, I shall never have come see you, but I do not regret. You are thought of as the worst jerk and this is why the girls want to punish you, in the name of all the bad boys who make them suffer in their life. Nevertheless you are rather humble, you do not find yourself too beautiful, you are aware of your qualities and your defects, you are just a true guy. It can be your strength and your weakness. So forget the frustrated girls and go on …”

She is right, we are what we are and needs just to try to do the best with what we have. Even if many are those who try to get in our way. That’s the real wisdom. Then, when I do not feel good, I visualize the great things which I did this year and during all my career of scandalous writer specialized in gender relations. I maybe made mistakes that the jealous and envious persons will blame me for, I maybe made unforgivable errors because I was young and stupid but I also made out with brilliant young ladies. And when I think again about the threesome, I am hard just by talking about it. “Criticism is easy and art is difficult”, that’s the mess …

Fuck, I read enough books of philosophy, personal fulfillment and tantra to get that the real strength it is to be always warm, smiling and authentic in spite of the ambient climate of indifference, even hatred. The real happiness it is not being autistic, Orelsan, that it is the ease. The talent it is not to seduce all the girls we meet but rather to know what is needed or would have been necessary to do in such or such situation, even when we got it all wrong. To maximize his chances and to give it a try, always, to never give up (like Justin), it is the key. Having good values and go on is at the origin of this process. I speak about values based on solid foundations, which showed their abilities. So, when complete morons try to take us for an idiot, well, we know who is the idiot in the end and we do not even need to answer, because we have nothing more to prove (to ourselves or to the others) !!! It is true, fuck, if a girl prefers a slight fag (with the hair full of gel who spends his weekend dead drunk sniffing some coke and having ridiculous moves in a club) to a cultivated guy who has a healthy lifestyle, who succeeds in the finance, and who has nothing effeminate because thinks that the girls are not lesbian, it is maybe that she feels in fact that she is not up to it “to each his own.” But this is another debate. “Pleasing everybody is pleasing nobody.”

Well, I feel much better now. There are all the same intelligent girls on this Earth, who will make the good choice to do not complicate things and enjoy life with complete impunity. And among these valuable women, there will be one who will make me want to build something even if I have to make concessions, because she will stand out. This woman will reconstruct me and can take advantage of everything I have to offer. It is for HER that I do all this, and I hope that if I can’t find her, she will find me the first one…

Modestly,

May the God of the Game be with you !!! <3

June 25th 2013,

Yesterday evening, session of SPU with the Coach of Marseille. We approached a lot of girls, we ran in all directions. Real sport. The opener was “do you find me attractive?” I don’t tell you the incalculable number of dead ends in which we found ourselves with girls.

Well, among the positive anecdotes :
– two Chinese would have liked to kiss us ;
– we rose in unknowns’ building to see girls who finally rejected us ;
– at a given moment, a crazy junky started following us everywhere.
– there was a set of two who gave us their numbers “yeah, you are not cute “.Usually, I do not take the numbers but the Coach of Marseille wanted to demonstrate to me that this non-headache makes me lose some nice doggy styles.

Indeed, at about 11 pm, they had not called us back. Then, he called them, HIM. It is the thing I would never have done (I think that if she does not call me while she had said that she would do so, it is that she does not want to jump on my not tanned yet summer cock). They said OK. Rendez-vous at la Rotonde, we bought a bottle of rosé and went to my place. Well, I did not need two hours to understand that they were under MDMA. Unfortunately or fortunately, a friend of the Coach joined us: he introduced her to me as a model but she had some fat then I suppose that she had just made 2/3 photos with a friend amateurish photographer. Later, in the middle of the evening, he came to tell me “guy, I tried to screw her in your bed I hope that you don’t mind? Anyway, she did not want”.

Meanwhile, one of the two girls of the street did not stop asking me questions and everything, IE she looked interested. I so asked some pics of her in swinsuit on FB, she showed me and qualified herself “I lost weight since”. I had installed the frame saying that “we tried to pick them up “. Anyway, that seemed to work. However, at about 1 am, I said myself that it was time to cross a speed then I began to caress her the back, from top to bottom. After 2 minutes of touches, she suddenly put my hand away. Well. Later in the evening, everybody scattered and we found ourselves just the both of us. I tried again, same fail but after 5 minutes this time. Nothing was thus put into words nothing was officialized but well all the same that is a pain in the ass… fuck. The Coach tried something, he isolated her in my room but she did not want to kiss him either. It is supposed to be aphrodisiac this fucking extasy, and then especially why did she come to my place if she did not like, then I didn’t understand.

Finally, it was not a bad thing: one quarter of an hour later, she cheerfully vomited on my balcony. I did not know that a so small feminine body could contain so much food.

Well, it got on my nerves then I put everybody outside at about 2 am to go to sleep. Because, yeah, I worked ME the next day. The girl in question added “I hope that we shall do it again (she probably just wanted to be polite). Hum… I do not think that I am going to support one more evening listening to you bawling loudly on some shitty music and leaving by leaving me frustrated. No, but it is incomprehensible this story. Did they just want to spend time ? The question is the following one: actually, if we had not called them back, we would not have seen them again. But would it have been a bad thing?

The Coach said that he wanted to sleep at my place then I prepared everything : sheets etc. He lengthened 5 minutes, we switched off the light, then he received a message. He left without telling me anything, by running in the stairs and leaving the door open. That a little irritated me over the moment… is it supposed to be polite ? I learnt this morning that his friend “model” sent him a text suggesting him drinking a last drink at her place, finally. It seems that she makes deep gorges, good for him… Personally, I only remember 2/3 things which annoyed me.

May the God of the Game be with you !

PS = concerning the approach in SPU, I think that we hide too much behind jokes to justify that we have the testicles to go. The next time I shall try a purer thing like “I wanted to meet you then if you like me too we could meet again “. Finally a thing which reassures them maybe and which put me really in the front line. Confident but humble… Fucking contrast for a single man! Anyway it is delicate the SPU in this town: not a lot of people, we always see the same faces. Well, kiss kiss !!!

June 24th 2013,

 

Part I: the incomprehensible silly bitch

 

At about 7 pm, I was quietly on Facebook fantasizing over Evangeline Lilly when an erasmus, a small eastern hottie, came talking to me. I had poked her a few months earlier and we had discussed but nothing crazy. I was surprised: to me, this plan was died and buried for ages. I should have been wary.

Oana L*******: hello
how are you?

Me : hello !!!
how are you ? me I’m fine

Oana L*******: very well
are you in Aix?

Me : yes and you

Oana L*******: me too
have you got any plans for tonight?

Me : yes
I am free only at about 11 pm

Oana L*******: ok

I a little looked at her profile and I saw that she had a picture with Quentin Mosimann (a French famous young DJ).

Me : quentin mosimann is your friend ?

Oana L*******: yes:)
very close friend

Me : lol
well
did you ever make love today ?

Oana L*******: not today
he is great:D

Me : yes I like what he does
are you interested?

Oana L*******: yes…but after having made it with quentin…
it’s difficult

Me : lol
well, your place or mine

Oana L*******: my place

Me : okay
If I come at about 11pm is it good for you ?

Oana L*******: no
earlier
otherwise
I will find someone else

Me : lol
what does it change one hour more or less

Oana L*******: I am horny

Me : yes
but me I only can come after 11pm
Because I move at your place, don’t be a pain in the ass

Oana L*******: Do you deserve the effort of waiting for you?

Me : yeah, some people told me that
where do you live

Oana L*******: hey no…
you see with who I spend my time
I’m pretty sure
You do not deserve me

Me : lol
ok I see
If you don’t want me, too bad for you

Oana L*******: too bad for you.

Me : Yeah certainly but it will not be my fault

Oana L*******: rue des cordeliers number 69

Me : Is it your name on the bell?

Oana L*******: no ///it is c******
my friend

Me : well, do I have to make love to her too ?

Oana L*******: no

Me : okay just kidding

Oana L*******: but if you prefer her

Me : okay
Well I come at about 11 pm, between the 1st and the 2nd time we will make love, you will tell me how you met quentin
see ya

Oana L*******: I am charming
it is why I met him

Me : well I hope that you are charming

Oana L*******: you saw my pictures
\so..

Me : yes

Oana L*******: I am like a star
this is why
men want to meet me

Me : lol
I am a sex-object

Oana L*******: exactly

Me : it is funny that you live at number 69

Oana L*******: why is it funny?
ahhh well
Beautiful coincidence

Me : yes coincidence
Is there a store in front of your house so that I can find my way easily?

Oana L*******: yes….There is a shoe store

OK, you know what ? I had a look on Google Map and I saw that there was no shoe store. But I’ve been an idiot, I so much wanted to believe in it (an easy shot like that was surreal) that I went there all the same. I admit, the way she warmed me was shady, I wasn’t good in that case… on the other hand, I was in town, then I had nothing to lose.

 

Part II : The debriefing of this bitter failure

 

Me : Fuck what just happened to me

Coach from Marseille : was ist den loss?

Me : I went to a date with a girl of Internet who wanted to fuck at her place, she gave me heraddress and described me the place… When I arrived: no shoe store and no name on the bell
I sent a message, she blocked me on fb without answering

Coach from Marseille : oh fuck!
it’s life
But me too sometimes : thing that I do not understand happen and demoralize me..

Me : It is especially that she won nothing doing so…

Coach from Marseille : no
But the fear of not being good in bed
Or a temporary lubbie
A girl is not rational you know it

Me : yes
but she just trapped me
for fun
for no reason and without winning something doing so

Coach from Marseille : yes she won something
it turned her on fucking the big fucker

Me : I lost 30 minutes of my life ohlala
what a drama
fuck

Coach from Marseille : One needs little to be happy..

The next day, I told the story to Padawan. He took the initiative and sent her a message to ask her why she did that. Answer : “Your buddy shows off too much it was necessary that someone put him back in place “. Am I the only one to find it pathetic? That pisses her off that I give orgasms to willing girls?That I move my ass to improve my sexual life and the lives of the others? Why are there always people who try to hurt you when you try to rise (knowing that it brings them absolutely nothing)?These complete morons would almost make me doubt. Padawan answered her something like ” well, if you knew what you missed by wanting to prove I don’t know what, you would not feel THAT clever”. QED, bitch.  

May the God of the Game save your soul of frustrated/complexed/stupid/conditioned girl!

June 23rd 2013,

On Friday June 21st : music festival. The summer is FINALLY there.”Like certain animals, women practice the hibernation. During 4 months, they disappear: we do not see them. Like if they had given themselves the word, like if they had received an order of mobilization, they appear by tens in the light streets in dress and high heels. Then, the life begins again… finally… we can rediscover their body.”

I thought sincerely that it would be the big party of the year, that I was going to be able to approach hundreds of girls on the street and kiss easy peasy something like thirty women. It is a concept which makes dream, I grant you that, because when we have a walk in the street we have the impression to see hundreds of hotties. “But what have all these women of more than those that I already know… and well exactly what they have of more, it is that they are unknowns…”

But several factors have to be considered to understand all the difficulty of the thing :
– The city was not a huge club : The alcohol, the women and the music were certainly there but that was still street pick up… with the social conventions we know.
– I had decided to do crash&burn : to realize cold approaches like “are you hetero ? have you got the mononucleosis ? are you a good kisser ? would you like to eat my mouth?” The thing with this technique it is that we put directly the women at the foot of the wall (if we game serisously, we can have a much upper success rate). First of all : the approach is awful… I mean, it is very practical from our point of view but it would work only in an ideal world. The women can be taken by surprise, can want to put back in place a slightly too confident man, etc. Observation: it is always the less beautiful who are the most aggressive. “Some are so beautiful seen from the rear that I delay the moment to arrive at their height to don’t be disappointed. To tell the truth, I am never disappointed because those who are beautiful seen from the rear and ugly (frontal view) give me a sensation of relief because, unfortunately, we cannot have them all.”
– “The legs of the women are as compasses which measure the globe in all directions, giving it its balance and its harmony.” It is a fucking sport to run after them later on the pavements of this damned city : There were thus moments of euphoria and moments of Mo-Djo reduction during which I rested, sat on a bench like a plague victim.
– I played approximately 4 hours, but I needed almost one hour before being warm enough to realize my first approach. Fortunately, my buddies practiced the “punishment/reward”: a slap when I didn’t approach an easy group, and I had given my money to the captain who gave it back to me in account-drop when I moved my ass. To don’t lose the account, a felt-tip pen accompanied me in my adventures, a line on the arm for every success… As a consequence, my prize list tattooed me with love.

I approached a set of three sat on la Rotonde. “Would you like to kiss me?
– oh yeah she would like” answered one of the friends of the target. The cutie in question did not dare too much and turned red then God knows why, her buddies proposed “if you want we kiss him first”. So much the better, “Me I love them all!” Then, I left by thanking them, because I had no time to lose… “When I had met her, to make her conquest, I had given her the impression of wanting to be part of her life, but not at all. It is an error that I avoided committing afterward.” Three lines.

I scored thanks to two twins on le Cours Mirabeau, chatting under a tree. One with glasses, one without. Easy to differentiate them! Two lines.

Confident and totally disinhibited socially speaking, I intended secretly to make a video in which you would see me breaking the social standards and kissing girls in daygame with this technique. When, suddenly, a girl seated on the ground against a statue looked at me. Direct in her face “would you like to kiss me?
– heu maybe, I dunno…
– well, no time to negotiate, sorry.” And I left (I look only for spontaneous players like me). She will have an anecdote tell to her friends. The indicators of interest… it is good for seduction, cold approaches… for crash&burn !

I stopped a group of girls in the street “excuse me, would you like to kiss me?
– me I would like” answered one of them. I kissed her. Her friend took her by the arm “WTF are you doing ?!” and they left. No prob, one line. Moreover, this one was really really hot…

I stopped two others in the street. I used the same routine. One kiss / two girls. The other “no thanks but thanks for asking”. One line.

A group of three sat in an alley. “Yo chicks, would you like to kiss me ?
– what is wrong with you?
– If I tell you that it is a bet, that ruins everything?” one got up and kissed me. The two others were hesitating but my policy was to do not game them. Only cold approaches, and a bad one, what makes that the girls did not reject ME but the APPROACH (I mean I hope… lol). Indeed, I had a lot of excessive negative reactions, so much that they didn’t mean anything (if you knew all what I took in the mouth that night… but I try to stay positive). One line.

Rue de la verrerie, a girl in the line of a club. “Would you like to kiss me?
– yes” Kiss. “Second question, did you make love today yet?
– no…
– are you interested ?
– yes… but right now I have to go back with my friends.
– OK, take my number and call me at the end of the night, moreover I have just adopted a kitten, you can see it.
– All right, I take your number.” I don’t like to take their phone number : I know that it is nevertheless what it is necessary to do in theory, but I so distinguish the very interested girls and the others. Then, I do not complicate things (to call them back), and it is the main part.

I hope I am the inhabitant of Aix who kissed the largest number of girls that night, even if my score disappointed me. I will go back to training.

May the God of the Game be with you !

PS = You should watch the movie “L’homme qui aimait les femmes“.

June 16th 2013,

I – THE STORY

Medical party last night. Docks des Suds. Marseille. With the captain.

Used to nights in Aix and to the biatchs girls who go there, I expected being rejected by a lot of women with my technique (crash&burn), but finally not… What develops my conception of this technique and urges me to deliver you here the last updates of my reflection.

1/ “Did you threw up?
– (LOL) No
– Well, thus you can kiss me
– (LOL) I don’t remember what she said
– Well, so it is a “no”?
– No
– No what?
– No I didn’t say no.”
KissClose : a half-blood Indian/French, rather tall and nice face.
Ratio : 1/1

2/ “Did you threw up?
– (LOL) No why
– Well, thus you can kiss me
– (LOL) why would I kiss you?
– Because I am persevering”
I bend towards her, no resistance, KC an attractive big and thin blonde.
Ratio : 2/2

3/ I approached a girl from the back, but in fact she was ugly, she didn’t want… so much the better!
Ratio : 2/3

4/ I approached a not too bad girl from the distance, but by approaching, she was chubby. “Your technique it is some shit
– You cannot talk to me like that
– why not
– This technique showed its ability, silly bitch
– prove it, approach this girl”
Ratio : 2/4

5/ I took up the challenge but I wouldn’t have done so. A not too bad girl but who did not want.
Ratio : 2/5

6/ Well, I saw a brunette well molded in her small black dress. Green eyes, cute. I went there on my own initiative “would you like to kiss me?
– Not at the moment
– Not drunk enough or you don’t find me cute enough?
– Both…” I spoke a little with her and she asked me “I am the number how much tonight?
– 134 and me what is my number?”, (there I confused a little bit so to speak the number of girls with whom I slept all in all and the number of girls I kissed this evening but it was pure provocation) she took me by the hand and wanted to dance… I continued to provoke “you know that I will not kiss you
– Me neither
– you are the one who’s gonna fail!
– no, no way”
Fearless & relentless escalation, seduction game, she did fail.
Ratio : 3/6

Well, I then spent 2 or 3 hours with this girl. We got along well and at a given moment she shook me in my jeans (but attention, not till the end then that does not count). I understood nothing, she really took the initiative… Otherwise, at another given moment, one of her buddies was in a kind of ethylic coma: I brought him a drink.

7/ I had a walk towards the dance floor when a girl approached me “have you got fags?” she caressed my trunk at the same time then I answered an irrelevant thing “are you hetero?
– oh yeah
– are you a good kisser?
– yes” and she put her tongue in my mouth then “have you got fags?
– No I don’t smoke
– no prob, good night, it was cool all the same…” She was very fresh moreover, a brunette with blue eyes, fine-looking. The life sometimes reserve pleasant surprises!!!
Ratio : 4/7

II – THE ANALYSIS

Atmosphere of orgy, open bar, and everything: these doctors see so many yucky things in their job that they don’t care to vomit in front of the others and everything. The girls have a walk almost naked and the atmosphere favors the heat as well as sex. Uninhibited atmosphere, thus.

I think that the girls are more able there to leave free court with their desires instead of settling one thousand questions. The seduction after all it is not to make somebody do what she does not want to do, but to succeed in making the person do what she secretly wants to do. As a result, the girls test us to see if we understand that. I had looks from top to bottom (NB: always maintain the eye contact during the scan of your person), I had tests of perseverance, girls who asked for arguments as if I had to justify the fact that they were attracted to me but they were only invitations to continue to be able to do want they want freely. I think especially to the one who began by telling me that she didn’t like me : it was doubtless to test my confidence.

Had guys there who stripped to the waist (topless) and were bragging. Hours spent in musculation and so many carcinogenic products absorbed, needs to make it profitable! Well, no, bros, “a rich does not need to say that he is rich”. So, by making it, you sub-inform that you have no other argument than your body, that you try to compensate, that can work, but only with poor stupid girls…

As for the one who touched my cock: did she want to indulge herself (after all when I touched her breasts and buttocks, it was not to see if they were big, it was to feel a pleasant sensation) or then she wanted to see if it was big? In any case, I believed that she was going to suck me on the spot, that would have totally turned me on. Well, I have facebookclosed her all the same.

At a given moment, she said ” oh noooo I made out with a no-medicine” and her friend came to laugh at her then I returned “stop making fun of her, you too I kissed you “, she was number 2… So funny!

Anyway, if I had been able to approach more girls, with such a ratio of success, I think that I would have been able to beat my record. For the next parties of medicine : I shall be present, ready to beat the record. I am ready for the music festival also and I think that I am going to practice my hard-line pushy attitude but that when a girl will tell me “no” in a not convincing way, I shall insist a little all the same. There are “open no” and “definitive no” I think. Will need to differentiate them to don’t waste too much time.

During the music festival: I want to approach 200 girls no matter the ratio of success, I don’t care. We will see what happens! Needs to experiment in the life!

May the God of the Game be with you !