My Girl Quest

Jul 31, 2008

Peeping Tom again and some randomness

I’ve been a voyeur before and I totally loved it. Today it happened again and boy, it was exciting! Of course, since I am nothing but a strange person who doesn’t know what he wants from life… I got so excited by I. There is something about her, she manages to surprise me, there is something special about her, after all, something that makes me delay the interruption of our relationship.

I was sitting at my office today, getting bored and pretending I was working, when I received a message from I. “Look,” was everything she wrote and at first I spent quite some seconds waiting for a picture to load or something. But I realized she was talking about the real thing, so I slowly turned my head. She was keeping her legs wide open, allowing me to see under her skirt the fact that she was wearing no lingerie! She only allowed me to view her for five seconds or something, but it was enough to drive me crazy. “It’s aching for you,” was the message that followed from her and I felt like jumping on her right there. It’s this kind of stuff she does that makes me care for her more than I should. She’s fun, she’s unpredictable, she’s kinky. I doubt many girls could’ve done what she did for me, risking to be seen by the others. On the other hand, maybe she likes that. Hmm… :D

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P. called me again today. I really had no time for her and this seems to bug her a little. I’m kind of ignoring her and I have the feeling that she’s trying to prove me that she deserves more attention than I'm offering. And, to be honest, I am only offering to give IT to her. If ignorance is

not just a bliss, but also a great way to get the girl, I’m going to be such a winner! :D

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I laughed like a mad man when I found out I’m not the only guy having problems with girls. One of my friends has a crush on a chick who works at the supermarket near his house. And according to him (he likes to ~~exaggerate~~ ~~things~~ lie sometimes) the chick kind of flirts with him. The only problem is that the “chick” is a women who has a 15 years-old son. And my friend is 21. Love has no boundaries :D

Jul 30, 2008

Five things that piss me off

I am great at making lists – much better than flirting, dating or doing girls, unfortunately, but a man gotta have his strong points, right? Unfortunately, mine is making lists. Usually, I make list which just exists – lists of “To do’s” (I never manage to do the girls on that list :D), “Should’ve done” (I have nothing to do about these girls, but at list I can keep count of my failures) and so on. You get the point...

Today was a pretty crappy day for me, from many different points of view. Actually, I’m quite pissed of and, in order to calm down, I’m chewing on my leg, while poking my butt with a leather whip. Yuck! No, actually I’m doing nothing but writing. LISTS!

I. pisses me off the most – she can’t understand why can’t we tell everybody we have a relationship. Let me tell you, sweetie: because WE DON’T!!!

P. pisses me off because she doesn’t want to have sex. I have to work for that, I have to be tender, tell her sweet words and lose precious time. Not to mention the fact that the first letter of her name, P, is a strong reason enough to piss anybody off.

I am unable to flirt. And whenever I do manage to spit a good line or do something smart, I am later proved that I was actually thinking with the bulge in my pants. And that fellow down there ain’t smart, let me tell you!

I didn’t watch a porn movie for ages. I have just realized that and it pisses me off like hell. Honestly, now! Guys my age should watch an adult-rated movie every now and then, at least for understanding that these movies and real life barely have anything in common.

The fact that My Girl Quest is getting close to being a total failure. I have no more chances to follow my plans and screw 100 chicks in one year. That’s impossible (unless, of course, there will be a last-day orgy including me and 50 other girls but, yet again, I should read the 4th reason)

As if anybody (except Tom Cruise or whatever) cares about that, for a few days now I only see Scientology adds on my blog. How do you turn such things off, they drive me crazy! (And I thought religion should inspire peace... :D)

All these things suck and piss me off. I’m angry today. I need a massage. Oh, God! I need a girl, too. It’s one of those days when you do something stupid. I’m still trying to guess if I should call I. or P. to my place.

And the best place for the first date is…

Here they are, with a little delay, the results of the second poll on My Girl Quest. This time I wanted to know from you which is the best place for a first date and I must admit I was a bit surprised with the results: flirting should be done with style – that’s what you said, basically.

Because 9 of the voters said that the best place for a first date is a Fancy Restaurant, I feel good with myself – for a relationship (so not something I want now), that’s exactly the place I would take my girl, and I truly hope you do the same. However, if you have no Fancy Restaurant in sight, you could just go for a romantic walk – that seems to be good enough, too, since 7 people opted for the “more walking, less eating” thing. Better than a hamburger, anyway.

What really surprised me, however, is the fact the classic pub got absolutely no votes. Nada. Nothing. Zero. It seems that people don’t like drinking beer and yelling at each other while eating a cheeseburger… at least not for the first date. Which is not necessary a bad thing.

Because, in the end, I think that not the place is the one responsible for the perfect first date, but the person you’re dating, right?
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Now, it’s time for a new poll and I have a solid reason to ask this question: My Girl Quest wants to be a personal diary, and not an adult-rated website/blog/whatever. For me, the amount of mature/adult content is within limits, but I want to know what you believe. Please be honest. And, once again, thank you for reading and voting!

Jul 29, 2008

Consequences and the clueless mind

I had the time of my life in I’s company and if you didn’t, you must go and read about the crazy girl right now! Well… sort of crazy. Weekend-crazy. Because, it seems that as soon as the week starts, she turns back into her old self: strange, weird, old-school. It doesn’t make sense yet, right?

Well, the things is that on Monday, as soon as I arrived at my workplace, she took me in the bathroom and pleased me there, without even saying "Hi"! No, I was joking :D She did took me inside the bathroom, but instead of wild sex, she said: “You didn’t call me yesterday!” The scary idea that she indeed wants a relationship started to fill the small room. It was all clear when she continued: “What are we going to do? Shall we tell our colleagues about it or we’re keeping it a secret for now?” FOR NOW?!? So it’s not just a relationship, but something that’s going to last a while? Oh, boy, I’m in such a mess!

I told her we should keep this a secret and I’m still thinking on what to do to dump her. To let her understand that we only had fun, that I still have 90 chicks to score and time’s running out. However, to be honest, I’m not doing my best to find a solution, because my egoistical half (or three quarters, or whatever) is still waiting for the weekend. For some more adventures, for sex in the trees, scuba diving and blowjobs… crazy stuff like that! However, I do realize I’m in a huge mess, nevertheless. But, for the moment, things are kind of under control.

But there might be a bomb ticking, ready to blow. Today I got a phone call from P, the shy girl who didn’t get into my bed. If you can believe it, I had completely forgotten about her! And now she called, saying that I’m a pig, that I didn’t call her, that she thought I was different and stuff. And I don’t know about you, but to me this sounds like “relationship” too. It seems it’s harder than I imagined finding chick to have fun with. Flirt, go home, do it and say good-bye. Why is it that hard?

Jul 27, 2008

Girl of the week – Monica Dean

Everybody was blown away by the sexiness of the first girl of the week, Catrinel Menghia and I truly hope I will be able to bring you all the same orgasmic visual experience every week. One thing is clear: just like any other country, Romania doesn’t lack beauty. That’s going to be confirmed by this week’s beauty, Monica Dean (also known as Monica Barladeanu).

The beauty above is far from being a girl – she’s a 30 years old real woman who considered the US much more appealing than her birth country (and who could blame her? :D). Just like Catrinel Menghia, she was born in Romanian city Iasi – so all of you who were planning to visit Romania and our best-known Transylvania region, you should reconsider – I think you’d rather meet some hot girls than a blood-sucking vampire, right?

Back to today’s sexy beauty, Monica Dean! She started her career as a model and slowly started to climb up the charts: she first works as a host for a TV show in Romania, she is named by two different magazines the most beautiful celebrity in Romania, then she heads to movies. Even though you probably do not remember her, she appeared in Lost (1 episode, 15 minutes and you certainly noticed her), and in B movies like Caved In, Second in Command or Living & Dying. However, this matters least – to us, she is a super sexy woman, a hot girl and she definitely has lots of skills. And a great body.

Wow! Just Wow!

Honestly, that would be enough - repeating over and over again: Wow! Wow! Wow! and so on. I. is a storm. She is absolutely crazy and completely out of this planet. The girl of every man’s dreams and even more. The ultimate fun machine. Honestly. And she doesn’t seem to be crazy (as in a scary kind of way, as I was anticipating). She is wild, she is a beast hidden under some soft skin, because of the job's limitations, probably. But out in the wild, I. is a man-pleasing machine – I’m 100% sure that when she was born, she was singing: “Born to be wiiiiiild!”. I feel blessed.

Best. Weekend. EVER. This could be another way to sum things up (yes, as you can see, I am still very ecstatic and I still feel the adrenaline pumping in my veins, even though I have slept at most 5 hours). Here’s the incredible story:

Just like we were supposed to, we met on Friday and I was pretty nervous: she did to me some really strange things in the past and I had no idea how she would react to our date. Even more, I basically told her, when I got the date, that I’m going to introduce her to a friend of mine. It was obvious that I was just flirting and that was just a figure of speech, but one can never know what a woman understands. So I was nervous and she noticed that. As opposed to me, she was really calm and cool and seemed like a different person than the girl I knew from work. Not to mention that she was incredibly hot, wearing a very tight and sexy black dress. The elegant type, the one that you’d like to get your hands on and rip apart, just like they do in the movies.

Anyway, we ordered something to eat and, most important, some red wine and things eventually started to get a bit more natural. She was not very talkative – quite reserved, I might say – but at least she wasn’t rejecting my whimsy flirt lines. However, there was basically no feedback from her, which was starting to make me feel very uncomfortable. How should’ve I known that her crazy brain was planning? :D

“Let’s go!” she suddenly said at a point when the silence was becoming painful. It was a bit of a surprise for me, but I was anticipating it: I couldn’t have said we were having fun. It was just another failed date and I was ready to accept it. However, a man can never know what a woman wants to say with “let’s go”. And she kept me waiting. She likes to play.

When we got in my car, she said nothing. I was waiting for her to tell me to take her home or something, but she was waiting for my question, so I asked: “Where now?”. She giggled. “We should change clothes,” she said completely confusing me. “So we’re going to my place first”. I asked her a few times what her plans were, but she said I’ll see. “We’ll have fun, she kept repeating”. OK, so she was really waning IT and nothing more, I started to imagine…

When we got to her place, she told me to go up with her. If we would’ve gone in, had sex, then kissed goodbye, it would’ve been something normal. Honestly – now, after what happened with us, I really think that would’ve been the most common thing on earth. But it was much more.

She told me to sit down in one of her armchairs and went out, only to come back with tons of clothes. She asked me if I wanted to have fun and, of course, I said yes. She laughed and told me, like it was the most natural thing: “Then let’s go visit the mountains”. I tried to explain her it was late, we had no place to stay there – that it was a complete madness and she said that was the whole point. “Don’t you like adventures?” she asked me and I eventually agreed. The chick is crazy, I told you!

She took her clothes off, just like that (she was wearing some black lingerie, though) and said that I have to choose her outfit. And what followed next is hard to explain in words (especially in a language that’s not your native one :P). It was like a dance, like a teasing-erotic-breath taking-complete madness thing. I was practically tied to the chair and I was obliged to look at her. She was moving slowly, she was sensual, she was teasing, making me go crazy. But she didn’t let me to do anything: she just changed clothes a few times, telling me to choose which outfit is the best. She didn’t even care that I said (all sweaty and way too excited): “Anything. Honestly, anything!”

When we got to my home, things got even stranger. She said it was my turn, so I had to strip and change a few pairs of jeans and wear different t-shirts. I think she has some kind of strange fetish with clothes and changing them or something like that. A bit odd, anyway, but back then it was the most erotic thing in the world. At one point, while looking at the bulge in my boxers, she said: “It looks like we’re not the only ones wanting to have fun” and I was truly expecting her to jump on me and please me. Or at least help me with the pain. But she did nothing and I was already getting way too excited. But, as you can see, I survived.

So we got in the car and went in a one day-long vacation. We spent the entire day (Saturday) there and things got a bit back to normal. We didn’t do any bungee jumping, fights with snakes or stuff like that. But it was very cool – something I had never done in my life – I’m the kind of dude who likes to plan his vacations to the last detail. This escape was nothing but magic. Pure magic and I’s company was wonderful, too. It’s unforgettable!

Oh, and if you’re wondering if we did it, after all, the answer is… YES! Not just once – and it was magic, too!

Jul 25, 2008

All the girls come back, eventually

I’m in a real hurry – I have a date with I. today – but I must clarify what happened last night, since my last post is not exactly relevant – since, usually, starting with things like “I’m pathetic, I can’t change my life, I’m ugly and a bad flirt” and ending with “Yay! I’m sooo happy” could mean one of two things: you’re either a real lunatic, or you really have problems stating what you feel.

Anyway, that’s not important: I went to meet with P. again last night and she did show up - she indeed seemed really sorry, she kept apologizing for her departure but said it was something important and urgent and stuff. However, she did swear to me that it was no deal of her with her friends or something like that. (I also asked her if she’s a secret agent or if she’s living a double life and she said no, too… damn!). However, since she did not tell me exactly why she had to go, I still have my doubts.

But she agreed to come to my place, to “prove you I’m sorry,” she said. And you probably imagine that these words have a specific sense in the context, right? Well… she was literary talking about saying the words “I’m sorry” over and over again – because sex was the last thing she had in mind. I even thought, in my horny and strange mind, that she probably went and did it in an elevator with a big bad dude and then came to me to hold her in my arms and cuddle and stuff. Of course, it was just my mind. :)

I didn’t even try too much – even though we shared the same bed and I tried at first to be a bit pushy, there are signals everybody can get and I didn’t want to force her. It was getting pretty late, too and I am 100% sure today I’m going to get laid with my strange colleague, so I had to be all rested and ready to go.

As you can see, it wasn’t a complete revival of my luck, but it was, at least, better than I was expecting at first. I still have a little entry door open with P. since I promised I’ll call her and we’ll meet again, but I’m not doing anything until I know for sure what’s in I’s mind. Damn, I’m such a busy person! :D
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Picture credits: coghillcartooning

Jul 24, 2008

It comes a time when your luck disappears... that time is now!

Ever since I started my Girl Quest I was very lucky – I’m not a charmer, I’m not a real flirt, I’m not a ladies man. Yet, I have managed to score far more chicks than I or anybody else would’ve expected. I was starting to get the feeling the scoring chicks is actually something so easy or something I’m so good at that I should become some kind of relationship guru or whatever. The truth is that I’m far, far from something like that. And I’m running out of luck, too.

Just as I was supposed to, I went out to meet with P. – she insisted I shouldn’t come and pick her up – so I took the table, ordered the drinks and waited for her, creating all sorts of scenarios in my mind on how the night will go: each and every one of my scenarios ended with the two of us at my place, in my bed, doing the wild thing. I was ready. She was going to get IT.

Or not.

When she arrived, everything was looking great: she was looking great, her perfume was smelling great, even I was feeling OK and not tired, which is a first for the past couple of weeks when I was over-tired from work. Anyway, we started to talk – nothing important, just the regular talk, the prelude, the “how was your day” sort of things you’re talking first. It should’ve been at least a decent night, with two people feeling great together if it wouldn’t have been for the phone.

You know… THE PHONE. I might be a bit paranoid, but usually girls tell some friend to call them for “something urgent and important” in case they don’t like their date. That something happened during her date with me, apparently, because somebody called her, she acted pretty surprised and told me she really has to go. Of course, I offered her my help and said I’ll go with her, but she refused. “It’s something personal,” she said. “I’ll be back”.

Every time I hear that line I think Arnold Schwarzenegger in Terminator and it doesn’t sound great. I was sure she was not going to come back, but I decided to wait just a bit more – about 15 minutes, just as long as it took me to finish my beer and feel horrible all alone in the crowded pub. Then I called her and the rest was as expected: she was terribly sorry, but she was almost certain she was not going to comeback, so I’d better go home and we’ll meet again. Yeah, right! I just don't understand why she had to do it during our third date... did she keep trying and hoped to get something out of me and I was unable to comply?

And I don’t understand why I am so unlucky. Can things change over night – from the luckiest guy in the world to the most sorrow? I only seem to meet girls who seem to be attracted by my looks/personality/whatever, but then they run away. Does my breath smell bad? Am I actually a horrible person to be around with, the ugly duck, the boring fellow? I have no idea, but things are going wrong. As in horribly wrong and I don’t know why.
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UPDATE: Screw that! I’m not that ugly, after all. I have just posted this entry and P. called me, saying she’s sorry and that if I want she can come and meet me. I told her I’m home, she seemed to agree to come here. She said she’ll tell me about her problem, but I don’t really care, as long as thing are finally as they seem to be: in my favor! I’m going to pick her up. Hopefully, there won’t be a second update where I’ll cry for being dumped again. :)

Tonight we dine at my place

As soon as I finish posting this quick entry I will go and meet with P. – it’s our third date already and I hope she knows that three is the right moment to start doing something. Oh, God, I hope I’ll be dead tired tomorrow at work, but with another girl’s name written in my secret notebook. It’s always hard to convince a girl who doesn’t want to do you that she should. It’s all about the game and I don’t know its rules yet. Heh.

However, I already feel like I’m living two lives: at work I’m flirting with I., during my five minute breaks I call P. and tell her how much I want to be with her… actually, tomorrow I kind of have a date with I. Everything is getting a bit messy here and I truly hope I won’t end up disappointed and basically screwed up by both girls. It has been too long since my last “session” for real and I don’t like it. Hopefully tonight things will change. They have to change! Wish me luck!

Jul 23, 2008

Two girls for me, please!

Last time I posted I was drinking all alone, stalking my neighbor and fantasizing – I was having no real hopes on getting a girl (any girl, yes), on being able to go to a date, be able to flirt and do something with my life. It was one of those times, you probably know too but you don’t like to talk about. Well… it was wrong!

Unfortunately, my neighbor didn’t start to wave at me, call me to visit her or something similar (although I would’ve totally loved something like that to happen) – actually, she doesn’t even seem to be an exhibitionist, since that was the first and last time I saw her working out without any clothes on (yes, I kept looking every now and then). But it was all for the good.

Later that day (on Sunday, I mean) I went out with one of my friends somewhere nearby to drink a beer and talk a little. I wasn’t dressed up for flirting and I wasn’t even able to think about anything else but my beautiful neighbor’s perfect twins. Fortunately for me, my friend wanted to get a girl and somehow managed to invite two pretty nice girls to share the table with us. As it usually happens, at first we “shared” them wrong – she started flirting with the girl I eventually ended up with and I was kind-of trying to hit on the girl that ended with him (and, by now, he already dumped her – some people! He’s on no Girl Quest, that’s just his way of living!)

P. is the name of the girl and, even though I was not able to get into her pants (or mouth, if I’m allowed to say that) yet, I did not lose my hope since we met for a little while on Monday, too (she wanted us to go for a walk, you know, the “let’s get to know each other better” part I’m not up for, but I have to accept in order to get what I want) and we’re going to meet tomorrow (and not too many times in the future, hopefully, since I really have to do her ASAP).

However, I must admit she’s a really enjoyable person – I love talking to her, I like the

way she looks like, I like her style – I like everything about her. It’s sad to see you get the chance to meet a girl that could be a good choice for the future but, since you have other plans, you’ll have to let her go. Hopefully I won’t end up cursed and alone at 60.

Anyway, P. is not the only girl I managed to get my hands on. I., my colleague from work – the girls I promised myself to completely ignore – found a moment yesterday to confess that she didn’t have sex during the past 6 months. Yes, just like that, during the lunch break, while I was eating my god damned sandwich and I almost choked with it! I tried to keep it funny (and I was kind of afraid, too) so I told her the classic “I got a friend who might help you with that, if you wish” and I smiled. She smiled too and nodded. There was a spark in her eyes. She totally wants IT. Totally!

Today she said nothing about that – it was my turn. I didn’t want to push things again (as I probably did the last time when she got pretty scared) so I invited her out on Friday, offering her as an excuse the fact that she’s going to meet a friend of mine. She accepted and said “Will you help me choose my outfit for Friday?”. She definitely wants IT! She is probably crazy, too – and I’ll have some serious trouble after I do her, but I totally need some excitement in my life. Hopefully, she won’t be that bad. I’ll keep you updated. And I’ll also try to remember some more things, because I have the feeling that I forgot a lot of things (that’s what happens when you have to share 3 days in one post).

It feels great to be back home

First of all I would like to start by apologizing – as you probably saw, the past couple of days I was unable to post anything, since my Internet died at home because of unknown reasons. Unfortunately, I couldn’t post from work either since my boss told me I’m not allowed to do “other things” while working and kept a close eye on me. Gladly, I was still able to surf my favorite Entrecard blogs and read the latest posts. Now I’m 100% back (unless my Internet connection dies again) and ready to share tons of exciting things which happened since I stalked my neighbor.

Until then, a holla from me to my friends who left me comments but, because of the problems mentioned above, I was not able to approve them: Phone Girl and Vikki, Dr. Ferox and Topolk… and everybody else who did not comment but kept visiting, wondering what had happened.. It feels great to know you have support and you’re not alone trying to change your life! This post right here is for you, my beloved readers and virtual friends! And in the next one I hope I’ll manage to say everything that happened with my Girl Quest.

Jul 20, 2008

Neighbor stalking

I feel like a peeping Tom, like a pathetic loser who, after losing all his reasons of living, all his ways of having fun with girls and basically all self-esteem, starts to look around. Fortunately, what I have found makes me forget about everything and, even though completely wrong, it’s very fun, nevertheless. I found my neighbor.

It’s like at the movies, except for the fact that you don’t have to pay for anything: she lives in an apartment right in front of mine, across the street. You know, since it’s summer and hot and everything, people tend to lose the clothes, keep the windows open and… you know… do whatever they usually do, without noticing that they could become somebody’s else fantasies. Mine, for example.

And what fantasies! She’s a really good looking person, I must admit that – and probably she’s a bit of an exhibitionist (or am I a voyeur?), since she spent all the day in front of her wide open window “working out” (basically, she just jumps around and moves her hand). Also, I am 100% sure she noticed me, but did nothing to hide. I’ll get back to peeping. Who knows, maybe this is her way of flirting? :))

I see girls, they don’t see me

OK, I am exaggerating a bit here – girls do see me and some of them even allow me (what an honor!) to flirt with them for five minutes before they get bored. The thing is that they don’t really want to see me and I’m not at all lucky to find that right girl searching for a one night stand – ever since O. came into my life for a second, all my girl quest kind of went crazy. I have to talk to her or something, to make the curse go away :D.

Back to the last night – I tried. I tried hard and I got nothing (well, I got a phone number from a girl who was looking just a bit better than my grand grandmother – she was the last girl I tried to get, it was late, I was desperate, but as soon as she started to react positively to my flirting I understood what I had done and stopped. Got her number, though and I’ll never use it). Probably because I have set my standards too high again.

Honestly, now – everybody can sort girls into two categories: the ONS-ready and the hard to get ones. And usually, one would not put one type of girl into a different category. And I can’t help but ask myself – why are the hard to get ones so... hard to get? You see them wearing their siliconed boobies into the most expensive top, you see their little pierced nose going higher and higher, you see their eyes searching for a millionaire, while sipping from an expensive cocktail they don’t even have money to buy... The type of girls who invest into their own beauty just to attract other investors. The bank-girls. Black holes. Or whatever. These are hard to get not because they are special, not because they are obscenely beautiful, not because they are too smart (because they’re not!) – but because they have a plan and they’re following it no matter what, day after day, night after night, until they succeed and another one takes her place. And so on.

These girls are unapproachable – unless they can sniff your very expensive perfume, take a look at your golden watch and see a big bulge in your pants (your wallet filled with cash, that is) they won’t even talk to you. They will ignore you, because they think they are better. Well… this type of girls who believe they are better just because they got the looks and prefer to suck it for money and not because they really care about a person… these girls drive me mad. That’s why I try to get them and teach them a lesson: they are nothing. Unfortunately, I try to much and I manage to do nothing. Lol.

This does not mean, however, that I lost everything. No, I am at least one of the fewest “unworthy” guys who try to get them. I will be one of the even fewer guys who will actually get them and teach them the lesson they deserve to be taught. But, until then, I have to accept the fact that they don’t see me. That, for them, I am still worthless and pathetic and, no matter how smart my lines are, how funny I am or just how damn hot I am, I’m not what they’re searching for. I’m the invisible man, but they’ll see :)

Jul 19, 2008

Girl of the week – Catrinel Menghia

Most of you, my dear readers, probably know very few things about the country I’m coming from – Romania. It might seem that flirting is way too easy (if you read my first posts) or impossible (if you read what had happened to me during the past couple of weeks). You might wonder how girls look like and if they worth all my trouble. In an attempt to answer you that, I have decided to begin this “girl of the week” series in which I will present you, on a weekly basis, a beautiful Romanian girl – famous or “girl next door”.

The beauty above, as the title of the entry says, is model Catrinel Menghia, a 23 years-old girl currently living in Italy. A “cover” regular not only in Romania, but many other countries, too, she started her career at only 16 years old (when she first appeared in FHM, with her mother’s approval).

Seven years later, a new appearance on the cover of FHM magazine had the picture below as a result. The image was quickly “borrowed” by websites, foreign magazines and it basically became a “must have” and a definite fantasy-maker. Don’t hurry to scroll down, though – it’s NSFW (but it’s worth the risk). Oh, and one more thing about her – she has just been crowned as the “sexiest woman of 2008” in Romania – just so you know who you’re looking at.

No mystery during the past few days

Time flies, that’s a definite thing. Nothing happens – that’s another. And these two things combined bring nothing but a huge pain in the butt. No flirting means no girls, no girls means no sex, no sex means failure for My Girl Quest – just as my best friend anticipated. Probably I’m just the wrong person to do it and, like Alexis said, I’m not the type of guy who is mentally or physically ready for such a quest. The thing is that I know the basics, I even know a bunch of “advanced” stuff, I can’t complain with my looks nor my charisma, but I just don’t seem ready to do it. I don’t have the balls, I don’t have something and that pisses the hell out of me.

During the past few days things were pretty strange for me at work. I. – the colleague which messed me up a little bit just a while ago – started to act pretty funny again. Among some of the things I would honestly translate as flirting (and I might be wrong, that’s not important), she sent me a bunch of emails – very strange ones – but two of them were particularly strange. Flirting. Romance. Excitement. Sexuality. Call them whatever you want to, there is something strange about them.

The first message I’m talking about was a kind of electronic card – it had the shape of a heart divided into two pieces. One half had a big question mark on it, while the other had her face pictured there. Below the heart was written “Any idea who’s my better half”? So… really now! What was that? What did she mean? I consider it really strange for a girl to send a guy she barely knows an e-card like this one. Especially if that guy had just invited you to his home and you said “no, let’s just be friends”.

Another message she sent me was even stranger, though. It was just one line: “Friday I’m going to a party and I don’t know what to wear. What do you say?” and below were four pictures of her wearing four different outfits. What the hell was this all about?

Did I just found myself a psycho girl? A strange, chaotic, stalking girl? Or just somebody who has absolutely no idea how to make friends? Whatever that is, one thing is certain: I’ll try to stay as far from her as I can.

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Image credits: theharwoods.org

Jul 16, 2008

Good music gone bad because of me (2)

The second episode of my “embarrassing moments” mini-series begins with C, the reason why My Girl Quest actually exists, the reason why I’m so up for dating again and I want my life back. But while I do that, I don’t see why shouldn’t I make a little fun of myself. It’s not that bad and hopefully I will not make anybody else to “hear” a song in a different manner (as it happened to TOPolk in my previous entry).

The first good music gone bad happened about one and a half years ago – during that time, C. and I were still having “fun” in the “nuptial bed” :D. And this specific moment I’m talking about happened exactly during one of these “fun” sessions – we were right at it when Barbara Streisand started to sing her Woman in Love hit – a song I find quite enjoyable. However, what I started doing when I heard the song was pretty strange: “I am a woman in love / And I’d give anything / To hold you into my arms” – that’s what I started to sing, without realizing that it was the worst possible moment. C.’s face first turned red, since she was trying to keep it going – but eventually just couldn’t handle it and started to laugh madly, to my surprise. When I understood her reason, it was already too late. Guess there’s no reason to say that we had to postpone our session for the other day, thanks to my karaoke…

And the second good music gone bad episode happened to me after the “C” era, when I was doing about the same things I’m doing now: girl hunting. And I had a prey back then, a very beautiful one, too – I was at home with her, we were already dating, but she kept insisting that she will under no circumstances have sex with me (or anybody else) before marriage. However, before that specific date, we had already drunk some alcohol, we were making out for some time – we were having fun! At one point, when the tent which appears in such situations was turning into an aching pain, the girl said something like: “You know, I guess giving you a blowjob is not a problem” – so she keeled down and started to do what she said she would. Of course, the music was still playing. I don’t know how long it took me to realize what song was on, but I eventually did (and it was a true Kodak moment): Ayo was singing “Down on my knees – I beg you please – down on my knees…” while I was looking down at the girl who was not begging, but doing a great job. It was priceless!

Stay tuned for the (probably) last episode of the series, with my hip hop pimpin’ embarrassments together with Eminem and Ludacris.

Jul 15, 2008

Relative state of mind: wasted, idiotic

Today was a really strange day and it got proved to me that you can’t understand women. Period. Or that men are just creatures who have no idea about the most basic social interaction types – you talk, I talk, we both listen and that’s it. Nooo, it always has to be a bit more complicated and the “bad” thing has to be on my side. Forever and ever, like a curse, like something which will always go wrong.

Today was one of those days when something unexpected happened at my workplace and they allowed us to go home about four hours earlier. I took advantage of the situation and invited I. (a work colleague who I believe wants IT from me) to have a drink with me. She accepted and we went to a pub nearby. And we started to drink and talked and everything was fine – we were both getting pretty dizzy and I was starting to think if we should go to my place or hers. One thing was clear: we were going to do it and only the day after I was going to worry about what I did. A classic, male-ish situation.

On the other hand, apparently she was in a classic, feminine situation, since when I asked her: “Want to continue it at my place,” she honestly asked me: “Why?” Just like that, plain and simple question I couldn’t have answered honestly in a hundred years. A question I never anticipated and which hit me like a hammer, crushed me like a bug and put me to silent mode.

“Why?” she asked again while I was still staring at her like the dumbest Dumbo, sweating like a pig and trying to find a way out of the whole situation. Unfortunately, the only thing that got to me then was a classic, rather outdated line: I told her I had a bottle of great wine at home. “You’re so silly sometimes,” she replied. “I don’t like wine!”

It was crystal clear: she wanted IT no longer (no pun intended, honestly). After days of looking at me, telling me I’m cute, telling me she has no friends, that she feels alone, that she needs a life… after accepting my God damned invitation to go for a drink (as in just the two of us!) she no longer wants IT. IF she ever wanted IT. I no longer understand anything and I feel like a complete idiot. Was she giving me hints or my mind was playing tricks? Did she change her mind? Was she too scared? I guess I’ll never know, but one thing is clear: I. won’t be on my list too soon :D

Jul 14, 2008

A relatively good start of the week

Unlike last week when I was tired, wasted and ready to be controlled by my boss, I started this week full of life, energy and desire to win as many girls as possible. My flirting mana is to maximum levels, my charm is maximized, too and I am ready to hit the top spot as often as possible: this week I want to break some records when it comes to girls I get my hands on, since I kind of lost momentum and I don't want to make it a habit.

Of course, I did not get too many chances today since I still spend most of my time in an office, but at least I tried a bit more to find out what I.’s intentions really are: as I said before, it’s a really tricky situation here and things could get completely messed up if I do something wrong (I am talking, of course, about the only wrong thing I want to do – with work colleagues, it could get pretty tough :D).

Anyway, I kind of stalked I. the whole day and tried to learn her habits, try to “read” if she’s the type who wants commitment or fun. Of course, my eagle eye skills told me nothing about that, but while I was looking and looking and looking at her I did notice something: she’s quite pretty and I’m not the only guy working there who checks her out. And that made me a little bit anxious. I need to have her!

During the lunch break, I “accidentally” ran into her and we shared the same table for a wonderful hour. I tried to keep the flirting to a minimum and act as natural as possible (just as I said a while ago about the whole flirting technique) and she proved to be a really charming, enjoyable person – there are moments when you realize even more that women should never be treated as I try to treat them, that they are human beings and they really deserve much more attention than we (as in men) are ready to offer. However, I have a quest here and, as unpleasant as it is, I have to keep going.

And that was about it today. I just got to meet her a bit better, we talked, we enjoyed each other, we promised to spend some more time together. By the end of the week I need to have had her in my bed already and I need to move on – I noticed that, starting the “O incident” I started to become a bit too sensitive when it comes to girl. That should change, for at least 11 more months.

Good music gone bad because of me

We’re young, we’re flirting, we’re dating, we’re all gorgeous together but, most important, we’re sexual persons (supposedly, “we” are not over 70 :P). For some of us, including myself, there is a real mating ritual (as in mating playlist) which has to be respected when it comes to fun in the bed. And whenever one has something he or she must follow exactly, problems arise – you must have gone through some really funny situations with your “love music playlist” and partner - I know I did! And, since there are no girls I managed to “capture” today (flirting at over 35 degrees Celsius is a tough job!), I decided to remember and share my embarrassing moments of good music gone bad.

The first episode I'm presenting involves me, one of my ex-girlfriends and Michael Jackson (no, we were not underage and visiting his mansion :D). But we were still early teens and it was still kind of cool to listen to MJ’s music, so he was in my playlist.

I remember that I was getting very passionate with this one girl when, all of a sudden, Michael started to sing his They Don’t Care About Us song – if you know it, you probably also know that it’s not really the best track for sweet love-making. I, for one, was sure of that, but at the same time I had no intention to stop what I was doing and go change the song. So I decided to deal with the situation in a fun, teen, worry-less type of way.

I started to synchronize my moves with the beat of the drums from the song which, at first, was proved to be a true moneymaker: my girlfriend started to scream even harder, she was really enjoying that fast pump-up-the-jam action. However, for my body it proved to be VERY bad idea since I only managed to make my girl scream for just about a minute more… *blushes*

Yes, you can imagine it was very embarrassing for me and, even though I kept repeating to myself that it was only an accident, one thing’s clear: I would not dare to double check this. Not to mention the fact that, back then, for quite a long time, the girl kept reminding me that we needed more time to take our clothes off, than to have girl-to-man fun. Yeah, thanks a lot for that, Michael!

Until I find some time to continue my good music gone bad series (yes, unfortunately, I have more – “A woman in love” and “Down in my knees” are already scheduled for the next "episode"), here’s the song that made me redefine the term of “quickie” (just follow the drums if you want to test it):

Jul 13, 2008

The sexiest EURO 2008 fans (NSFW)

You probably remember the eye candy that used to be my The sexiest EURO 2008 girls entry, presenting the most beautiful and sexy girls found at EURO 2008. Well, now I have found the ultimate treat for you, found while searching for a certain picture on flickr. Yes, it's a rather lengthy post, but I am sure every male on this planet will love it. Hell, when I see that much beauty I can't help but wonder how could it feel to know you have such sexy fans (as a football player, I mean). Anyway, I'm sure you don't want to see my thoughts and only skip to the images, so here you go (and, even though I promised I will never again post photo-entries, I hope you can understand it was needed)

We'll start with two white angels, Greek and Russian sexy fans:

This Swedish girl (on the right) is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in ages. I could not, however, understand which teams did the first two beauties represent.

If Poland and Spain played so well for this year's EURO 2008, I can understand why. With such great fans, you'd have your reasons, right?

This Croatian (probably) chick on the left is clearly thinking about something else but football :D But I can't say football is the first thing I have in mind while checking the second girl, a sexy Turkish fan :D

This Romanian chick on the right is definitely a girl I'd love to date during my girl quest. Is it possible, God? The second picture presents us a sexy French fan who likes some lickin'.

Switzerland and Portugal seem to have the most sporty fans. Way to go, girls! Exercise is what makes a perfect body (and they seem to know that)

The best two pics, in my opinion and definitely the sexiest of them all. An Italian fan that is definitely the EURO 2008 winner and a Holland beauty which seems to be thinking more at American football, not soccer, but we'll forgive her.

Two more angels, the German and Czech best female supporters:

And, finally, the host of the tournament: Austria fan!

And, now... I don't know about you, but I need a cold, cold shower. These girls are definitely more fanatic than the first presented in the previous post mentioned above. Also, the fact that they love body painting that much, makes them even better. Hopefully, when my year-long Girl Quest will reach to an end, I'll have at least half as beautiful girls in my "repertoire". Until then, feel free to share your opinion and decide who's the best looking of them all. I can't decide between the Italian, Turkish and Swedish fans.

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All credit for the pictures go to Strokker1

Does cyber-dating count?

Honestly, I was not expecting this week to be a good one for me and my girl quest – it started like hell, it only seemed fair to end like that. Everybody needs to have a “black week” or something like that when you don’t date, don’t meet any new girls, there are no "hot" prospects for your life… when you’re unable to do the things you wanted to. This was my black week, the one and only – hopefully.

I did went out last night, but the place was completely wrong for finding girls to have fun with: it was a pretty comfy and rather fancy pub where people mainly come to sit, drink an expensive cocktail and listen to ambiental music. IF there happens for a girl to be alone in that place, it means that she’s either waiting for her partner (date/husband or whatever) or she’s a lesbian. And I knew that this place was a true testosterone killer before going there, but I had to meet my group of friends – I kind of ignored everybody during this week...

I got home pretty early – before midnight – and I was planning to post an entry, crying you an ocean (since the river’s taken) about this pathetic week, when something happened, the unexpected, I might say, the day savior, the miracle. No, unfortunately the sky did not open to teleport a girl to my bedroom. Instead, one of my online friends, who was pretty drunk, too, started to complain because of a recent failed date and kept saying that people don’t know how to have fun nowadays, that we have to evolve, progress and stuff like that. Explore our sexuality, try new things and keep the adrenaline pumped up in our veins. Things like that which make you believe you’re a genius if you say them while you’re drunk. :D

Anyway, I told the girl to turn on her webcam and have cybersex with me, no strings attached – just for “sexploration” (and I was actually hoping to make her ignore me since I wanted to write my blog entry - how geek is that?).

Three minutes later, when I was in the middle of my pathetic post, she invited me to view her webcam. And there she was, wearing only her black lingerie, looking cute and slightly drunk. She said: “I was wearing my pijamas. You can’t have cybersex wearing your fluffy bunny pijamas, right?”. And while she was saying that I was starting to feel the excitement…

All in all, it was a great night, I must admit – even though there was this point when both her and I felt like jumping in an airplane and meet somewhere to do the real thing. But this “virtual” experience was nice, too. It was the first time I did something like that and I don’t regret I tried. It’s not at all a substitute for the real thing, but it’s better than watching an adult-rated movie alone :D And, hey! don’t blame me! I truly agree that you must try some things at least once!

Jul 12, 2008

Flirting as a technique versus spontaneity

I just had a revelation on why my flirting techniques don’t manage to bring me enough girls even though, basically, I’m not the last person one would choose to be around. And the key word of this revelation stands exactly in the introduction: flirting “techniques”. Because “technique” involves training, knowledge, experience – it is something you achieve, not something you just do, you just go for. And flirting, in order to be successful, even though it basically is something planned in my case, should be as natural as possible – no techniques involved, no pick up lines learned by heart, no pose striking or other pathetic bullshit like that. Everything a person has to do in order to succeed is to understand that, most of all, flirting is just a game and not a technique.

Whenever I put my eyes on a girl, before the approach, I already create a short plan of flirting, I know what my opening line will be, I have an opinion about her and her habits already, I know what compliments to sneak in between my words – technically, I have a good plan and I will do it as it’s written in the invisible book of flirting. But that is WRONG!

Girls probably shoo tens of guys who approach them daily with well done homeworks, “perfect” pick-up lines and attitudes or poses rehearsed in front of their mirrors. They start to do stuff mechanically and God knows girls have a sixth sense developed only for sniffing insincere stuff from horny males.

One the other hand, flirting as a game, flirting as an indie art and not a sport that allows you to develop your own technique… flirting as it should be – sincere, playful, joyful and natural will be totally different from what people are doing nowadays. Taking some extra time to forget about everything you knew about flirting and just being yourself will probably work best with girls because I believe girls want, more than anything, a human being and not a sex machine (there are dildos or paid-for escorts for that).

So during this weekend I will try to approach girl using this “method” – of course, by trying to be as natural as possible I could actually get to be as unnatural as possible and ruin the whole thing, but I think I will eventually manage to get something out of this. I got to find out if girls still have the ability to “sniff” the fakers or the whole world is starting to fall apart. Because if technique is everything that matters now when it comes to flirting and not spontaneity and genuine liveliness, then I’ll get back to the old online methods: copy – paste the same message and send it to 300 girls per day.

Jul 11, 2008

Back to my sexy world

As I kept saying, I had an awful week. Busy as hell and without any extra chances to meet new girls, flirt, date and eventually have sex. I also neglected my blog because of the same reasons – when you’re dead tired, you don’t feel like doing anything but sleeping, you know? Fortunately, doing that made me understand that sleeping alone is nevertheless uncool, boring and completely useless. And that made my heart go “boom-boom,” the testosterone level in my body sky-rocketed and I am ready for the weekend. I need a girl, badly. Correction: I need more girls!

I also promise to keep you updated as I should - on a daily basis (of course, unless my boss decides to gift me with another crazy week like this one!). I will also slightly change the way My Girl Quest looks like (don’t worry, there will be minor, barely-visible changes) and also start implementing some cool new stuff – I have a few dating-related, on-topic uhm… topics I want to write about but which are not exactly "diary" stuff. And it’s better than just saying (hopefully I won’t do that too often, though) “Today I got no girl, the end”, right?

And since I can’t keep posting every two days an entry basically saying “I’m back!” I should update you a little on the work colleague matter (her name is I., if you remember well). Although I didn’t really have too much time to spend with her and she did not insist too much either (she took the first step, it’s only natural for her to stop and wait now), I did surprise her (and myself, of course) yesterday with a greeting – a strange, pointless and useless e-greeting I sent to her e-mail adress. A friendly, funny and not flirty one that made her giggle. She replied my message by saying “You’re cuter than I thought first”. And that’s straightforward! Let’s just hope, however, that she plans to make a new eff buddy and she does not plan to have a relationship.

Jul 9, 2008

7 Facts About Me

Unfortunately I am very, very busy at work and I barely have time to surf for beautiful girls, flirt with them all and try to get them, but this does not mean I should stop blogging. The weekend is coming and usually that's the time when all my dreams become reality and all the girls tend to come to my bed :D Anyway... even though there were some things which happened today and I wanted to share, I have found out that I've been tagged on Happy Alone (wee, my first tag!) and I must reply - even though it's kind of strange - I am here as a secret, not as an open book :D

Here are the rules:

List these rules on your blog.
Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog.
Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.

So, let's go... seven random things about me:

One of the most recent things I did and made me really proud was to quit smoking. It's a brand new life for me now
I actually consider ONSs, pointless sex sessions and basically everything I'm doing here in My Girl Quest really... pointless. But a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.
I would never agree to pierce any bit of my body
I totally hate excessive heat or cold, but I'd go with cold if I really had to choose between these two
Honestly, just my best friend knows about the existence of My Girl Quest. I'm still an emo angel for the rest of my friends
If there's something I learned during my life, that is: don't do drugs. EVER. If you don't believe me, look at Amy Winehouse and you'll understand why.
After all, it seems that I totally suck when it comes to making listst :D

Here are my tags: Prisqua, Monique Blue, Metallman, Topolk, desperateblogger, Daddy Keaton and That Grrl.

Jul 8, 2008

Life goes on

OK, it's time for this guy here to get back to his new way of living. It was nothing but a pathetic, way too sweet post my latest one and that's not what I plan to be - weak, exposed, ready to be hurt again. I just want to be the dating maniac, the dating expert, the man who just gets girls and nothing more. It's no time for love yet. No time for impossible love!

And, based on the fact that whatever does not kill you makes you stronger, here I am! Ready to restart dating, ready to go on a flirting spree again and never stop. Ready to prove that I am a man who knows what he wants (sex with girls) and knows how to get that. Cheers for my new life and for being able to quickly get back on track. And I didn't even have to get wasted in order to get over it :D

So... here is another little plan for the next few days:

Find out what I., my work colleague, really wants from me
Restart two of my previously failed side-quests: telling girls they're beautiful and trying to pick them up on the street.
restart online flirting with "my girls" - last time was a success, which means that anything is possible.
stop making plans, lists, calculations and just go for it! :D

Jul 6, 2008

A perfect time in the company of a lady

Her name is O. I could say that we’re friends since we were born – we were never lovers, but we always talked about “what if…” We used to flirt, usually online, since she was miles and miles away from me (or vice-versa, depending on the point of view :D). We used to say that whenever we will meet again, if we'll ever meet again, we’ll have a night to remember. And that happened last night.

I went to pick her up from our meeting place, feeling nervous, feeling the butterflies in the stomach – exactly as you feel when you first fall in love, with the only exception that I was not in love (nor falling). I was very excited, though – meeting a girl you have talked that much with, you have known for that long and you admire (yes, I really admire O.), meeting her for the first time, face to face, after a ten year long break – that is something! My heart was beating like it was on steam, my mind was in the 20^th cloud and I was over excited – happily, I managed not to hit any car and safely reached the destination.

When I saw her, I felt my knees are weak, I felt the ground trying to swallow me: she was more beautiful than I was anticipating (even though I have seen her tens of times on webcam – it’s completely different in real life!). She was no longer the little girl I used to play hide and seek with and do all sorts of strange things – somehow, I was still considering her a child until we met. She was a woman, she was smoking hot, she had a great, fit body, a perfect tan, a smile that could make you smile back instantly, she just had an aura which made you feel like hugging her, like a little child. Which I did – and when I touched her soft, perfumed skin, I felt the electrifying sensation of love. Or something very similar. Something which is hard to explain and it is not necessary sexual.

We kept talking – we had a LOT of catching up to do, she had a lot to say, there were a lot of sweet memories from when we were kids and used to play out in the yard together... When she talked, she kept looking straight into my eyes. Every now and then she was biting her lower lip – and I never saw before something as sensual as that. It was like the forbidden fruit, it was like the ripest apple: something you HAD to taste. But she was just teasing. She was smiling, seeing how uncomfortable that was making me. She was just playing – it was nothing but a game for her, as it happened when we used to chat online. It was not a date. She was not really flirting. Or… was she?

The music was great: we listened to a few “hits” from our childhood, we laughed when we remembered how much we loved that crap; she danced a little, teasing me even more, when one of her favorite hip hop tracks started playing; she innocently looked at me when Nick Cave started to sing his duet with PJ Harvey – one of the best and strangest love songs ever created, Henry Lee (and we danced); then, thanks to the shuffle mode, Another Level began when they started singing Freak me (and we kissed - suddenly, quickly, without warning).

I thought that was the beginning. I was aching for her. I was aching to feel her, I was planning to get her to bed and never let her go. Or so I was thinking. But she had other plans. She said “So that’s how it feels kissing you” then stoarted t dance again. When I tried to kiss her again, she didn’t allow me to. She started to talk in riddles: “Life’s a game,” she said. “Well, I really want to play,” I said, and it was probably the line of my life. She just giggled and told me to get us something to drink.

You can imagine that I was sure we were just “warming up” – drinks, music, dancing, her biting her lips, looking sexy, being sexy, breathing sexy… you get the deal. However, we just talked. Yes, sorry to disappoint you – we only talked, about everything, about anything. But I really had the time of my life. Hopefully it was the same for her – I don’t know, she seemed to have had everything well planned way before. Because she said, during a silence break, when I was starting to get lost into her beautiful eyes: “I want to spend the night with you. I want to sleep over. I won’t, because we both know what would happen in such a case. And we both want that, too. But we should not – I’ll tell you tomorrow why”. A riddle again, but I accepted to play. I could’ve sold my soul to the devil during those moments, just to be sure I’ll get the chance to spend more time with her. So we talked a bit more. I asked her if can I take a few pictures of her “to share with the world”. What you see in the post is the result.

And the next day began. Today. We met again – she wanted us to “go out,” and I was her slave, I would’ve gone anywhere. We went and visited a few of the places where we used to play when we were kids and, once again, sweet memories began to come back to us. She took me to the park and we walked through the alleys, hand in hand – she said all that was everything we would’ve done if she wouldn’t have gone in the US. We sat on a bench and we talked – we went to a restaurant and drank our coffees, and we talked. And the whole day we walked. And talked. And felt good, and felt the joy – it was something new for me, something I did not feel in quite a while. It was her.

But I was starting to wonder when that “I’ll tell you tomorrow why” thing will happen. When were we going to get back to my place and go to heaven. She kept delaying that, she kept walking, she kept exploring, she kept bringing me to life. And I was soon going to understand what was her plan. Her brilliance. That particular something which makes her to be as special as I consider her to be.

After countless hours of walking and talking and never getting bored, while we were resting in a pub, drinking a soda, she started to explain (and, like I did until know, I will quote her from my memory): “Being together with you is a wonderful thing,” she said. “It’s fun, it’s great, it’s much better than what I was remembering to be. It feels better than when we were kids, it is much better than what I was imagining when we talked online…” She was looking straight into my eyes, holding my hand. I was muted. “Just like I said last night, I want to go home with you, I want to feel you deep inside me, I want us to have the same great time we had until now. BUT I don’t want this ‘special’ feeling to fade away. I don’t want my memories for you to be, in a couple of years: ‘the guy I spent some quality time with and had sex and left and it was OK’. I don’t want this pain I’m feeling to go away, I don’t want you to scratch this itch, because I want the memories. Because I want to remember you, exactly as I knew you until now: great, special, unique. Sex would destroy the whole thing and I want it unaltered. I want to always feel this itch and always ask myself ‘what if,” she said. And that, my friends, was the best “I love you” I ever heard in my life. That was the moment I started to think that My Girl Quest is pointless. That life is pointless. That O. is the only person in the world who matters.

She is going to leave in a short trip in the country for a few days, then come back here for one or two more days, then forever leave the country (and maybe just to visit every ten years, as it happened now). Miles and miles will be between us but, as she said, the memory will never die. And probably that’s the best thing for both of us – to always remember. Because, in my humble opinion, there is nothing worst than being forgotten. Than losing the last shade of love from the person you loved the most. I know, one can’t generally speak about love after (basically) one date, but this is different. This is a life lesson she wanted to teach me, this is something only a great person would or could do. O. is that wonderful person and only know I realize how complete my life is, because I know her. Because she is my friend. Because I did not ruin everything with a pointless sex session. Yes, I truly believe her – there are times (special times, like this one, one of a kind moments) when sex is really pointless. Otherwise, I wouldn’t say now, from all my heart, that I had the best time of my life during this weekend. The best. Thanks, O.!

Jul 5, 2008

Breaking news

I was just getting ready to go to the club again, girl hunting, but my plans had to change (into much better, I anticipate). I just got a call from a good old girl friend of mine who announced me she's going to visit. Apparently she just got back in the country (she managed to move in the US about ten years ago together with her family).

Anyway, the idea is that I had a crush on her when I was much younger and she admitted during some of the chats we had online that she also liked me back then. Sometimes we would even start fantasizing about how would've our lives looked like if she wouldn't have gone abroad. And now she calls me on the phone saying "Surprise!". And I know the girl, she's very open minded - if everything goes as it should and I won't screw up, we should end by having sex. So stay tuned, 'cuz I'm sure pictures will follow! :D

Tough night

Following the success I had with girls during my strange mini vacation, last night I went very confident at the club. I kept repeating myself that flirting is no longer a secret to me, that girls will stand in a queue to get me – crazy stuff like that which only works in “How to…” books. Real life is different, though, it is… real. And it proved me, once again, that I still have a lot to do until I become a real flirt, a real spin doctor.

The night kicked off pretty nice: the club was not over-crowded as it usually is (it’s starting to get way too hot for spending your nights in between four walls) the extra clothes were definitely missing, so the girls were a delight to look at – all in all, it was a great atmosphere. However, this doesn’t mean much if you don’t know lots of details about the art of picking girls up – and I don’t. Though, I might say it’s good to get rejected after a heavenly week – it makes you be more realistic and doesn’t let you get too carried away.

Basically, there is not too much to say – “I got rejected by everybody” would kind of sum up the whole thing. Hopefully because I was just way too confident that my looks are enough and I did not try too much. The truth is, though, that there are lots of men out there who are looking at least as good as I do (this “I look good” thing is a personal opinion of mine. Oh, and my mom used to say that to me, too :D). Anyway, the idea is that no matter how good you look like, if you don’t try, if you don’t have something to say, a hook to get the girl and the brains to keep her connected, she will probably ignore you, in the end. And the truth is I did not try too much.

My first “victim” was a pretty childish attempt from me: I kept looking at her from my comfy chair, smiled every now and then, trying to make her come to me. Well, she did not. And because of my ego I did not go to her either. 10 minutes later she was dancing with another.

Then, with a few girls, I tried to use pick up lines (and I just hate the idea of a pick up lines!) and, of course, it didn’t work. It’s hard for something that has been said a thousand times before to have any chances of success… After three or four more failures I got pretty desperate I’m not going to score and started to care. I was a bit too drunk, though and too under pressure, probably, since I tried getting two other girls and I missed.

So, basically, I can say it was a pretty tough night for me: tried to pick up six girls, got none. This could mean, for many, that they should go hide in a cave and only leave at night, when the kids are sleeping. For me, it means that I’m still far from being what I plan to be. I still have a lot of work to do and way more girls to meet. So I’ll just keep going, without looking back.

Jul 4, 2008

People say about My Girl Quest...

When I first started writing this blog I wanted it to be a quiet, really personal dating diary. I knew nothing about blogging (nor flirting) but today I have learned a few tricks on both, even though my priority is still My Girl Quest.

I must admit, though, that I really like all the attention my blog has received during its first month and, even though it’s nowhere near what a veteran blogger would call satisfactory, my megalomaniac ego is pleased. Because there are quite a few people who care, who like to know what happens with my quest and who help me, every now and then, with precious advice and support. The most important thing they (or, would it be better if I said YOU?) do, though, is reading. There is nothing better for a pathetic Don Juan-wannabe like myself than knowing that his adventure, which can not be shared with his real friends, can still be shared here, with the virtual friends.

And I really like that at least a bunch of people (6, to be more specific) have faith and believe that I will have the needed strength to complete my quest. To succeed. To get the 100 girls within the 365 days. At least that’s what the poll says…

However, I am not at all surprised to find out that exactly the same amount of people are sure I will fail. One of the votes there is mine and I will probably never change it. Still, I hope that things will evolve in such a way that everybody else will be convinced to change their vote. And hopefully I will be able to prove to the world that even a semi-failure like myself (or whatever you’d like to name a guy who gets dumped by a girl after loving her for 5 years like truly, madly, deeply) can turn his life around and start living it on the fast lane.

And back to my flirting/dating/life changing saga! Except from the 12 people who voted this first poll (without counting me – and don’t laugh at the numbers, it’s still a young blog :P) I have also received three personal messages (via comments) from people who wanted to encourage me. I was surprised. Surprised to see that people care, people are willing to help, people wish to encourage me. So thank you all for the support! If all the people in this world would be as great as you are, we would live in a perfect world!

Jul 3, 2008

My Girl Quest vs. Her Man Quest

It was just the other day when I was realizing that My Girl Quest is totally different from anything a sane person, or at least a grown up, would do. I mean… it doesn’t really make sense to keep flirting, dating and having sex with random girls just because, right? Well, this is exactly what I am planning to do and, at the moment, I am not ready nor willing to start a true relationship, just like I said before.

Though, I have realized that I’m not the only person with a quest – there are other people blogging about very similar things (yet very different). One of them and the person who made me realize that “I’m not alone” is Prisqua and her quest to find love again. I guess you see the similarities. And there are more.

She is picked up by all sorts of people (“hwy baby how r y y r so beautiful and sexy” is an example of today’s art of picking up, which means we’re doomed!), I keep improving my pick up techniques. She keeps rejecting all those losers, I can be considered one of then, up to a point (at least that’s what I like to believe). Well… at least I know I got rejected quite a few times during this past month. So… you see the similarities.

What makes us different? It is exactly the core of our missions: I am out to have fun, live my dream, create my adventure, get the girls and forget their names; Prisqua tries to find love – she doesn’t have time for silly little games, quick little pointless sexcapades and so on (or, if she does have time, it’s not what she’s looking for :P). Yes, she wants to find true love again. So, I may ask you now: who has the easiest job to do? Me, of course! Who will win the most if the end of the quest will be successful? Her, of course – I would only have 100 names written in a notebook (and within the posts here), she would have only one name to remember, cherish and enjoy for the rest of her life. Well, that is something worth going after! The only problem is that I don’t have time for that, yet. I have other plans – but it’s all because I want to prove something to myself, not because I’m a mindless, heartless beast. And that is the most important reason why I wish Prisqua and her Man Quest good luck (and quickly get back into my underground, secret lab to start searching the perfect flirting techniques :D)

P.S. For all the lads reading this post - this is Prisqua (watch to the end, it's worth all your time!):

Jul 2, 2008

The work flirt (or just friends?)

I was really planning to take a little break this week from flirting, dating and trying to get all the willing girls in my bed. Really, it is pretty hard and energy consuming to keep thinking at pickup lines, keep being what every girl wants you to be (because, to be honest, there is no need to be yourself when everything that matters is sex). But, as I said, all these kind of raises your stress level way too high. Not to mention the fact that I had an awful week, even though I did manage to score three chicks and, overall, it was a great dating/flirting/bed hopping frenzy.

But, as it usually happens in life, whenever you're planning to take a break, you can't. Or at least sort of, as it happens in my particular case (oh, why didn't any of these happen during the five years I've been together with M???). Anyway... I must admit that, in the end, I can't complain about that especially because I don't even know if it is indeed reality or just my imagination.

Here's what happened today at work (yes, as strange as this might sound, I do have a work place, I'm not spending my entire life searching for girls to flirt with and do :D). One of my few girl colleagues suddenly started to seem very interested in what I'm doing and what I'm saying now, even though we know each other for about three months, since she started working here (and she never seemed interested in anybody more than in professional kind of way - and I'm not working in a whorehouse :D). So, today, while I was eating a chicken sandwich on a bench in a nearby park, she appeared out of nowhere and sat without even asking if she can do that (of course I would've had nothing against that, since she is quite charming and beautiful).

Out of the blue, she started to tell me how hard it is for her to accommodate with life in this new city (she’s in her first year at one university here), that she did not manage to make any friends, that she started to forget what having fun means and so on (of course, she said it in a different, not so direct way, but that was the idea). Because I did not know anything about her true intentions, I kind of backed up a little, saying that it was the same for me when I moved in, but I’m sure things will change. Then she spent five more minutes with me, talking about the job and left to "grab a bite to eat". But, following the lunch break, I noticed her looking at me every now and then – either throwing quick glances at me, or completely staring at me and continuing eye contact even after I look back at her. And this could mean that she wants IT, too.

But I must look at this whole situation very carefully: if these are indeed signs that she's interested in me, she probably wants something more than a one night stand or something similar – most likely, she is preparing for a relationship. Which I'm not planning on doing, since my girl quest has just started. And except from that, I enjoy having fun with random girls every now and then, even though this is a very tiresome thing to do. Anyway, back to my colleague – if she indeed wants a relationship with me and I take advantage of that to get into her bed and write another name on my list (I know, males are such pigs sometimes!), it would have as a result a pretty strange situation at work and it could, probably, lead to more conflicts than anybody would need. Damn... I hate when I have to take important decisions!