My Girl Quest

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Sep 3, 2008

Excitement

I am 100% excited. Words can't describe the way I feel now, since my mega-huge project I'm working on together with one of my friends is finally starting to have the shape we were planning and things have no reasons not to work :) I just love watching that thing (I can't really talk about it right now, but it's going to be big!). I'm hoping for the best.

However, this nonstop work has a huge side effect: not only it keeps me tired to the bone and in a state where coffee has absolutely no effects, but it also keeps me away from the most precious gift a young male could get from life: girls, girls, girls. Lol. No, really, you don't want to imagine how long it was since Mr. Fast here did it the last time. Because if you want, you'll definitely start laughing and I don't want you to do that. Not laugh at me, anyway.

So... back to work. I found some really cool and funny images during some random site hopping and I just know I must post them to ease my pain, but I'm too busy for that, too. But just this week, I promise. :)

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 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 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

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!

Jun 2, 2008

First date

Completely tired, that's how I feel now after so much work (don't you just hate Mondays?) and I should really hurry since my quest officially begins today, and I will hopefully be able to score. It would be right on schedule, since I should get one girl every 3.65 days. Hahaha, this is completely insane!

Anyway, as promised, here is a quick glimpse on how everything happened and how I got the date with C. I was in a club with my friends (not the same I was in on Saturday, I doubt I will ever go there again) and things seemed to be even worse than the prior day: no girl was checking me and there was none interesting enough for me. I spent the first 1 hour and something sitting at the table and drinking (yeah, I know, not exactly the best way to find a girl) and I was really trying not to fall asleep. I was really tired – clubs ain't my thing. At all.

Eventually I decided it was time to do what I came there to do and I went to the bar to buy a new beer (dunno why, but I feel more secure with a bottle in my hand). That was the moment when lady luck smiled. She was there, a stranger, hiding in the dark. The funny thing is that I didn't even notice her, I didn't even realize she was talking to me. She said, on a low voice "hi". When she repeated it and it was obvious she was talking to me, I got the butterflies through my stomach and I probably turned into a red demon. I just wasn't prepared for that and I completely lost myself. But she smiled and said her name. We shook hands and spend a few minutes talking (actually, she was talking, I doubt I said 20 words). Then, all of a sudden, she told me she had to go. Of course, I was that stupid and still shocked that I didn't tell her something like "we should see each other again".

But she did. Yeah, I know, I'm completely lame, but I am still doing the recovery time (I reckon I'll be a stud in 10 days, maximum). So, she said something like "We get along well, we should definitely meet again" - and hell, we didn't even had a dialog, to be honest. But it doesn't matter. Even though she is a freak (honestly, know, I doubt a normal girl would do what she did) I'm going to score tonight! My first girl. C. is going to mark the beginning of my life!

I don't know if I did say everything and all these words I wrote made sense, but I am really in a hurry – we're going to meet in about half an hour. Just the two of us, in a nice cafe she picked. It's obvious what's going to happen, right? Wish me luck!

May 31, 2008

The Rules

New haircut – check!

Shower – check!

Lots of perfume – check!

My best clothes – check!

I’m ready. In just a few hours, my new life will begin. I’m completely excited, yet I have to write all the details. The rules. Everything about this “bet”, this deal, this whatever…

My short little, pathetic story: five years ago I met M. – the perfect girl, the beauty, the queen, the best. Our relationship was perfect and I swear to God I’m not exaggerating when I say that all our common friends were envious – we had everything and it was all nothing but honey. About one and a half year ago we moved in together and only months after we started to plan our wedding. Everything was perfect. We were in Heaven.

Two months ago it was like Bang! Everything happened so fast and it was all so surprising that I didn’t even know how to react: she admitted she was dating another guy, she was no longer in love with me, we had to “take a break”. I was shocked. I never saw that coming, I never thought it could happen: I was so stupid that I actually believed we were the perfect couple. Of course, I was just an idiot. And, if it wasn’t for my friends, I’d still be one now.

But things will change. The midnight (the 1^st of June) will mark the beginning of my new life. Here’s the deal:

My friends have made so much fun of me (and they were completely right) that it started to hurt: they said I was no longer a real man, that I completely lost the best 5 years of my life with M., that now I m so obsolete that I probably am not able to date anymore. And the saddest thing is that they’re completely right. But I’m going to right the wrongs, I’m going to act stupid (as some might consider) and turn myself from a wuss into a Don Juan… or whatever…

The idea is that I have exactly one year to compensate for the lost time: I have to lose the rust I have accumulated over the years, I have to remember what flirting means and I have to date as many girls as possible just for fun. No strings attached, no love, no romance. Just fun, if you know what I mean!

However, even though I am not the ugliest person on the face of Earth, I am 100% shy. And the fact that I haven’t flirted with a girl for 5 years now is not helping me. These being said, there are some rules: I am not allowed to take advantage of my financial wellness in order to get the girls. I am not allowed to tell them my sad story about M to make them “help” me. I am not allowed to take advantage of a drunk chick (and seriously, now – no real male would do that!) and it is completely forbidden to have no proof of my (eventually) sexcapades. We don’t know for sure what “proofs” mean, but one thing is clear: no ONSs are allowed. The goal: 100 girls in 365 days. I have faith in my strength. All my friends don’t, though. They say I can’t do it. We’ll see. about that. Now I’ll go to the club and I’ll hopefully prove them wrong.