Showing posts with label date. Show all posts
Showing posts with label date. Show all posts
Aug 10, 2008
Back on track
Finally, for the first time in my life I managed to move fast and quickly get over a semi-failure. Even though Phone Girl is right – I’s the kind of girl I have to seek and get, it is always good to see that your flirting style can give you something better - even if it’s more work for one to pick up a better girl. Flirting is not an easy job!Last night I went together with my friends at a party, it was somebody’s birthday and we all met up in a pub where one thing was not missing: booze. Nor girls, to be honest, but most of them were already taken. Anyway, my luck was that I was seated near a girl I did not know, but who was single – a very open minded person, a great company, and a pretty one too. Her name was A and she was quite a chat. Also, she didn’t seem to be there to find a date, an ONS or even to seek for a relationship – she was there to have fun and luckily I was around (to change things, heh)
We spent some quality time talking and joking and, that’s God, I was really pleased to see that I can do much better than the night before. A. is a kind of a Tom-girl, though: she mixed beer and wine, drank about as much as I did, but I was the one who seemed to be drunker. Not to mention the fact that she was very direct in saying what was on her mind… you know, the type of girl you might have sex with and talk about football or cars. Heh… or so I imagine.Because, even though A. and I had a great night and spent some really quality time together, when I asked her (late at night) if she wants to come to my place, or go somewhere else where there’s more privacy, she said something like: “Just wait a little, boy! We just met… don’t you know about the three dates rule?”
It was something vague for me but I said I did – under no circumstances I wanted push my luck with her, especially because most of my friends were there and she looked like the type of girl who could make quite a mess if she really wanted. But, on the other hand, we’re meeting later today and I hope she really meant it with the “three dates rule” – which means I’m close. Keep your fingers crossed for me!
Aug 3, 2008
Sick + Compassion = Sex
No, for those of you asking, I. didn’t take me on a random trip this weekend, too – it was just me being too lazy to post, even though I did promise to be posting daily on my progress. Oh, well, maybe it’s better to come up with lots of things once, so that your life seems to be more interesting than it is. Heh.On Friday night I played in sick and told my work colleague (I.) that going out was not the best thing for me to do and I even managed to convince her she shouldn’t even come to my place to “take care of me”. I kind of backstabbed her here – I said that if she came, I would not be able to resist her looks and we'd end up doing it rather than resting and take care of my health. And it seems that, for me, keeping the interest high in me (even though it’s not to my own… interest) is something I do better than flirting. Damn, you'll probably re-read that just to understand a quarter of what I said. lol
The real reason why I did not want some wild sex with I. was my intention to finally do something with P and get rid of her. I just invested too much time not to get anything out of this, too. So I was a bit of a pig, but it was all good in the end: I called her and played sick again (some things just work :D) and asked her to come over so we could watch a movie and cuddle and make me feel better. She kind of wanted to go out and have some fun, but she still came.
My plan was to force things a bit: I was only in my boxer shorts (feeling sick, you know) and she didn’t have anything against that. However, I told her that I was having a fever and I was cold and eventually asked her to hug me, "maybe that will help," I said. We stood like that for a while, which was a perfect time for me to whisper into her ears the sweetest possible words. She liked that (every woman does) and we soon started groping, kissing and stuff.
But I was sick and weak, remember? So, I really wanted to take a shower in order to cool off a little, and I asked her to take me there. She must’ve been a bit excited, too, since she allowed me to insist and ask her to join me - “Just as we did in the bed,” I said. She was still reluctant.So I stripped and went to take the shower, I kept asking her to come: she was there, still looking, probably having a fight with her inner self if she should do it or not. Eventually, the devil on her shoulder won the fight, and she joined me: it was for the first time in at least one year (I’m sure it’s been longer, though) when I had sex under the shower. And it was great, there was some huge sexual tension between me and P. and we both felt relief after we did it. The only problem is that she’s probably considering we have a strong relationship right now. Her loss :D
(Note: I see this is getting too long, I’ll write a new entry on my flirting success yesterday)
Jul 30, 2008
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 27, 2008
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 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 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 13, 2008
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 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 20th 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
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.!
Jun 20, 2008
Things people should build: flirting gadget
I was starting to get really, really bored today (you know, the same “doing nothing” from me, since I am dead tired - this week I was exhausted because of the parties) so I started to think at some strange, silly things people should’ve invented in order to make MY life and my quest a lot easier. And I found the perfect one: the flirting gadget!
It should be something like those fake testosterone sprays or perfumes (without being fake, obviously): only by pressing a button, you would turn into Superflirt Man or something crazy like that and all the girls around would fall for you (or at least one easy to score, you know?)
And yes, I am aware that something like a flirting device would not only be completely impossible to make, but also stupid and pointless. But it just crossed my mind (earlier, I must admit, and it seemed a bit more fun back then) and I thought I should share, since there are absolutely no real girl-adventures for me to share, unfortunately.
P.S. Yes, I know that there is already a flirting gadget invented and it’s called the Internet (or online dating). But I’m talking about the real deal here, understood? :P
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In other words, tomorrow morning I am going on a short vacation to a friend of mine, as I was planning. Hopefully the change of cities will give me a fresh new start in My Girl Quest. I’ll keep you updated (even though it is a high possibility tomorrow I won’t post).
Jun 16, 2008
Hopes for another easy prey
I just got a phone call from the guy who hosted Saturday’s party (when I scored M.) and he invited me for another one at his place. I truly hope I’ll be able to get another girl today – this friend of mine always tends to bring ONS-ready type of girls. I just wonder if M. will come again – and how is she going to react when she sees me. Women are really strange, you know? Anything is possible. Unfortunately, if “that” thing happens again with M, it is not counted. The question is – do I want to do her again?
As a side note, today I did absolutely nothing for My Girl Quest. Unless playing all the browser based sim dating games counts, heh. I know it doesn't but once again, one thing is certain - they can get really frustrating at some points. But life’s boring anyway. And tomorrow will probably be a hard day for me, too: no matter if I score tonight or not, I will probably be dead tired. Oh, well…
PS: Just wondering… how secure is this blog from the people I know? I did a few “mistakes” and my origins can be found but… is the other way also true? I got the weird feeling that somebody’s watching me, like in the Rockwell song :D
Elf Girls
I had so much old school fun! You know, that kind of fun you have while at the office, doing anything BUT working. :) Of course, I found my fun-source by mistake, but I am completely satisfied.
I started to forgot this type of sim-games (they have a strange term like eroge or beshido-whatever, but I’m too lazy to search for it). It’s that type of game where you are a boy and have 100 days to score a chick. You know, something that’s really like My Girl Quest. And, damn! They’re hard to score (unlike real life).
Anyway, if you want to have some great fun in the company of a free web based flash game, go ahead and google “elf girls sim date” or “sim date games” and you’ll find a ton. A great way to keep you entertained, a good way to understand why dating in my world is a bit difficult than it is in the movies. Good luck!
Jun 15, 2008
Flirting tip #1
I keep testing stuff and try to find out if there might be an “easy-way-to-do-it” type of thing when it comes to flirting. I know that, usually, online dating and real life dating have absolutely
nothing in common, but I can only try stuff only atm since I’m way too shy for real life experiments.
So today I tried the “brutally honest” technique: after 30 or so minutes of talking to a girl I met on a friend-finder website, I told her that I actually wanted to meet her in person. Probably she already started to like me a bit, since she didn’t instantly ignore me, but instead tried to change the topic. I insisted, whatsoever, by saying that I find her super sexy and, I quote, she’s “the true definition for a woman” (LOL-time). Obviously, it did not work.
So, flirting tip #1: A “Brutally honest” approach does not work in the online dating world. At least not 30 minutes after meeting a person. If you do it 3 months after meeting the person it does not count. You’re a pussy in that case. One bigger than me.
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Easy Girl
The third name was written on my list, proving me once again that I might just succeed with My Girl Quest. However, as strange as this might sound, I am not at all excited by my latest date/flirt/whatever success. And that is exactly the reason I didn’t even bothered to write last night, after scoring – some girls, like this one, are just too easy!
You know, there is a type of girl who has “TRAMP” stamped on her forehead, and M., the latest on my list, was one of them (And just as a funny side note, her name could be translated in English as Emmanuelle – which is also the name of one of the best known erotic movie character of all times! Strange coincidence, huh?)
So, as I was saying… I met M. at this home-party I went to last night. She was clearly there just to get IT. Actually, she had dressed in such a way that it seemed like her only goal in life is to getting IT: her two big brains were screaming for air from under an ultra tight latex-like red dress and her dancing style was nothing but a mating call. Of course, I answered the call.
To be honest… she was plain stupid. Sorry if that sounds too harsh, but it is the truth: my date (or whatever you call an ONS girl) was stupid. The type of cliché blond girl appearing in B-rated comedy flicks – the one who seems to have traded her brains for boobs. And M. wasn’t even blond! Instead, she just wanted IT. She was the one who took the matter into her own hands (she did the same while in bed, if you allow me to share the secret :P) and subtly suggested we should go to my place, since she didn’t like the music (yes, the same music she kept shaking her booty on all night). So I took her home and scored. She’s the third name on my list. But not a success. Definitely.
My two cents on the story:
- I wonder if this type of girl, the "M. type of girl" gain anything out of their behavior. Basically, it was plain simple sex, no strings attached, no dinner at a fancy restaurant, no gold necklace, no three dates and a car. So I keep asking myself: what does a girl win in such a situation? Please, tell me if you know!
- Although she accepted to be photographed by me, she explicitly stated not to show the pics to anybody. So… sorry, no pics of her. I’ll try to be more persuasive in the future.
Jun 14, 2008
Must Reads
Even though I was not expecting it, I have received quite a few e-mails during the previous days from different people who proved to care about My Girl Quest. I was surprised and honored at the same time – it is always good to have somebody to support you, to care for you and to tap you on the back when you have to burp.
However, I have noticed that most of the people have no idea what My Girl Quest is, after all. And I totally understand that: nobody reads tens of posts just to find out what’s happening in one fella’s head :) Anyway, I have decided to create a must reads post and I will update it weekly with the most important… reads!
First of all, there are the details on My Girl Quest: the rules and the updates on the rules.
Then, we should all look back and laugh at my first failure (it does not hurt anymore :P)
A bit of rambling, trying to convince everybody that I’m not a stupid animal.
The first chick I scored (kind of).
My second so-called date (a total failure but a good laugh)
And, finally, the first blog entry below this one: The second girl I scored!
Also a good read if you want to know what to eat for gastritis
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Jun 12, 2008
How I scored G (update)
Scoring a chick you have worked for, the girl you have flirted with and whom you have convinced all alone that she should offer you some great time… boy, this is wonderful! I started to forget the feeling after my gibberish five years and I was honestly starting to lose hope I am still able to achieve something like that. But G. proved me wrong and she is a definite high for my personal life – both because of her looks and the morale boost she offered me (without knowing, unfortunately for her!)
We went for dinner in a pretty sweet restaurant – I ordered wine, she only wanted soda. So I started to believe that it was nothing but a simple date for her (for me, a girl who says “no” to alcohol is a girl that says “I’m not effing you today, baby!”) It seems that, once again, I was wrong.
The dinner went pretty well, I was nervous as hell and hadn’t it been for the wine, I wouldn’t had been able to say a single right word to her. But, thanks to the boost received from the alcohol, I managed to be quite funny. Still, I was pretty sure she wanted nothing more than a “get to know each other better” sort of date. God, I love I was wrong!
Since it was getting pretty late and both had to go to work early next morning, I was becoming quite anxious to leave (I knew she didn’t want to have sex with me, I had accepted that, I was ready to go home – easy!). However, I just couldn’t tell her that – instead, I asked her if she wants a coffee or something (in my mind, I was hoping she would understand that I’m suggesting it was kind of late). It seems that she understood: she said she wanted nothing more, that she had a great time but it was time we left.
I said I’ll drive her home and, while in the car, she told me another thing I kept thinking about all day today and still couldn’t figure out the reason for saying it. In other words, she said something like “I don’t like guys with a car like yours” (in my country, my car is considered a pretty expensive one). However, thanks to the wine I had drank, probably, I replied: “A car doesn’t make a guy. And even if it did, I’d still be different”. And this might have been the “click!” in her mind and soul, because 20-30 minutes later we were having fun like two teenagers.
And, even more, she asked for it! Because when we got to her block of flats, she asked me to go up and drink the coffee I didn’t have the chance to at the restaurant. Of course I was confused, of course I was kind of shocked and, even though my first intention was, strangely, to call it quits, I went to her room. And the rest is history.
But such a great history! Except from the oral pleasure I have received from C. a few days ago, I had a break of over 5 months until this great beautiful night. And five months for a guy my age is WAY TOO MUCH! That was one of the reasons my performance wasn’t one of the best and G will definitely not consider me one of her best “games”, but it doesn’t matter! I scored! My girl quest is finally turning in what it should: meet girl, flirt with her, date and boom-shack-a-lack! I’m happy!
PS: I have also managed to take a few pictures of her with my camera. However, I had a little chat with a friend of mine today and he told me that, unless I have the girl’s approval, I am not allowed to post her pictures on my blog. Which kind of sucks. However, this blurred out picture (she is unrecognizable in it) I think can stand. I’ll ask my friend tomorrow if it is OK :)
Jun 11, 2008
Unbelievable update
I have no idea if anybody reads this but just guess who's computer is this. Yes, yes! It is G's and now she's taking a shower. I'm gonna get laid in a few minutes and I log in to post an entry in my blog. I am such a geek! But I score. Details tomorrow (if she doesn't drain the life out of me!)
Instant messaging dating is possible, after all
Ideally, it would’ve been "instant dating", to tell you the truth, but at least it is some sort of dating. And I really have a treasure hidden here in my messenger list – it is something I should take advantage of. And I will!
Girl’s name is G. I talk to her every now and then, usually when she is feeling bored. I’m the guy who delivers the entertainment (yeah, in my native language I do tend to be funny!). Well… today was a bit different – today I flirted! And it seems that it works – I find it a lot easier to flirt online, apparently, than to do it face to face. Of course, it’s just the beginning. I’m going to become the master of flirting, in the end!
So… as I was saying, I talked almost all day with G (don’t tell my boss!), we were having a good time, she was reacting really well to my flirts, everything was great. And she started to send me pictures of her. Not super sexy, not too much, just little, normal, pictures. And I was careful to tell her she is beautiful. Every time. It worked. This is the most important thing in the world, I realize now: to keep repeating a girl or woman that she’s beautiful.
Therefore, tonight I have a date with a girl I met online a lifetime ago and I never thought about her in that way. So wish me luck! Because it is, officially, the first date I actually did something for. God, I hope everything will be OK and, at the same time… if it is OK, please, God, don’t turn me into an online dating perv. Heh.
Jun 9, 2008
Crazy girl. CRAZY
There are no words in any dictionary to describe how tired I am today. If “feeling dead” is possible, then definitely that’s the feeling I have. I can’t even think at the moment (and I was like that all day).
- 3 cups of coffee, cold water on my face about 15 times, 6 visits outside for a breath of fresh air. All these had no effect. I am dead tired. Because of her, my latest “date”. My latest chick that should’ve been on the list.
Everything was bound to happen: I went to a club together with a few friends and I was continuously repeating to myself: “get a girl quick, do her, go to sleep”. As strange as it might sound, since I was that tired and knew I had to sleep or die, I turned into a dude with guts. Of course, just as in the bad movies, this greatness of mine ended after I went to a random chick and asked her for a dance. She said something like “F*** you, d***** *****” and other feminine things like that and completely amazed me (imagine!)
Still, it’s not this girl the crazy one. Heh.
The crazy chick only appeared a few beers after that. I was sitting at my group’s table – they were having fun, I was feeling like a loser (again) and there she came – slim, red headed, very drunk and all smiling. Apparently, she was a friend of a friend (honestly, I did not hear her name, so she will always be known in my life as the nameless hero. Or just Crazy Chick. Or I’ll just forget her in a few weeks – it doesn’t matter).
So, as I was saying, she sat right near me and said “God, it’s hot in here!” My first intention was to tell her “Then, strip!” but I realized that it would’ve been a 5th grader’s line. So, as the gentleman I am, I asked her outside (OK, I admit! I was feeling a little dizzy myself, too).
Once we got outside, she started jumping around like a mad person. I am still sure she was on crank or something, but she kept denying it. Anyway, she was jumping around there, I was starting to feel REALLY embarrassed (people were watching, you know?) but she didn’t care. Then, she told me to follow her and didn’t wait may response – she was already running down the street.
I have no idea what was in my head. I followed her (well… you know what was in my head: I was sure I’ll screw her in a dark alley or something). But, no, the chick was just crazy! So, after we ran about 10 minutes with no apparent goal, she stopped, turn around towards me and flashed me. Just like that. Then she came to me, took my hand and told me she wanted to go for a walk.
I was shocked, of course, and I was starting to feel like the victim of a prank. I wasn’t. She was just completely random (yet very conscious at ignoring my flirting - something natural to follow a "flashing session." right?). Instead, she just wanted to go for a walk, hand in hand. So we walked. Holding hands. With me trying to flirt, with her ignoring me.
Then, just like a maddened Forrest Gump or God knows what, she started to run again and I, like the stupid person I am, started to follow. And we finally got there! A dark alley where we were going to finally have sex. I so deserved that! But she had other plans in mind.
She turned around, again, flashed me (again!) then said “Thanks for taking me home!” And that was something she really meant – she just opened the door and entered the elevator. Just like that. Not even a phone number, not even a lousy hand-job! What’s even worse – I had absolutely no idea where I was!
So I was (am, and probably will always be) just a sucker. The girl did me so well that I am almost inclined to say I admire her. Of course, I could say that if it wouldn’t have been a completely random thing. However, I will talk with her friend (if indeed she was her friend) and hopefully I’ll find out more. But now… I’m just dead tired. So no chick for me today. Again.
Jun 6, 2008
It worked!
Understanding women or at least trying to do it is probably the stupidest thing one sane male could do. I am saying this because I have tried to understand C. this afternoon :P I have absolutely no reason to do that – and I doubt she can understand herself, anyway.
Yes, I scored! 99 chicks left…
I asked her why did she chose me from all the people in that pub. She said she didn’t. She just got carried away. “Why did you continue,” I asked, referring to what had just happened. “Well… I promised you, didn’t I? And, besides, I would’ve been just like a regular girl if I would’ve said something not to do it”.
I totally loved her answer, she is clearly a smart chick. Crazy, yes. But smart. A girl with attitude. A girl who knows what she wants, knows how to get that and has fun all the time while doing it. Honestly, she is the type of girl that is able to change a guy’s life forever. Like that one in a million hot chick who agrees to sleep with the last virgin in the school just because she has a great soul. Or something like that, I don’t know, I am still under the orgasmic effects of… uhm… orgasm :)
It was not exactly a full “score”, but it still counts. Oral counts, too, as long as the dude reaches climax, right? After more than five months on the dry… it just happened. Pop! Just like that. Can you imagine?
Because I am still shocked. Euphoric. I feel good, for God’s sake! I just can’t believe it. Oh… damned work, I hate it… I’m sure that by the time I get home I’ll forget tons of details and things I want to say now...
But I scored! 99 chicks left. And now, I:
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