My Girl Quest

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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 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

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. :)

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 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!):

Jun 28, 2008

The end of a love story… or something

As I said, I had some really mixed feelings for A. She was loveable and angelic but, as I was going to find out, she was far from being an angel. And I tend to believe that E. was right to feel mad on her (just to keep up with the captions, E. is the neighbor I did earlier this week and part of the reason why T and I don’t talk anymore)

Anyway… it was proved to me that A. was quite a devil. After the strange night we had, I woke up feeling pretty OK: I was still feeling bad following the punches received from the drunk guy, but all in all was OK. I wasn’t in the mood to flirt, though… but there was no reason to do that, after all: I already had the girl, A. and there are no rules against spending more than one night with the same chick, right? Especially if she does a great job at being a… female, you know? So I wanted to spend a few more hours with her, maybe do her one more time, then get my ass in the car and drive home and forget about that place. Again, God had other plans!

When I woke up she was already awake, naked, looking at her body in the mirror and putting on some make-up. Of course, I found the view really exciting (duuh!) and thought it was my lucky morning, but she told me to go take a shower and prepare to have some fun. She said we still had a lot to do. And this scared me a bit. “We”? “a lot to do”? What the hell? We barely knew each other, we had NOTHING to do except make up, kiss and say goodbye. But, since I’m not that alpha male I sometimes pretend to be… I said “OK” and went to take the shower.

I found out the plans: we had to go eat the breakfast out (we did), we had to leave the car in the parking lot and go for a walk to look at some clothes (we did, but I did not buy her anything – and she didn’t seem to be affected by that at the moment), we had to stop at a fancy pub and drink beer (?!? yes, she wanted that and we did it!), then walk a bit more because “that’s what people do”… and stuff like that. For at least four hours we did strange things, couple's things, something we shouldn’t have done. I was afraid she was going to take me meet her family soon!

Instead, she told me something like: “How much can one drink without getting to the hospital?” and basically invited me to another pub to find out the answer. Don’t get me wrong… I totally liked her attitude, but it was scary as hell what she was doing – it’s not something you do with strangers, right? Still… there was something pushing me from behind and I accepted her invite and went to “get wasted”.

I have no idea what pub was that or where was it compared to her apartment, but every single body there seemed to know my angelic A. And, even worse, she seemed to know everybody – but that was not something to make me think there was something fishy somewhere. I mean… people have friends, and I’m not the one to judge! So we kept drinking. And we kept doing it until we were pretty drunk. And we talked. A lot. And you know how people tell strange secrets from their past when they’re drunk? Well… the same did A.

She admitted to me that she was a kind of an escort in the past – she had no “manager”, she was on her own. No contracts, no direct payment, only “let’s flirt, let’s do it, buy me a present”. Something that is, unfortunately, a common thing in my country and many girls do that. A. was one of those – she admitted that (no, don't think prostitution, it's not exactly the same thing). But she also admitted that with me “it was different”. Back then, because I was drunk, I believed her and felt kind of honored. To have a tramp like you is a real achievement! To flirt with her, pick her up and do her no strings attached – it’s a huge achievement. So I was feeling like a real man back then and, naive, I believed her.

Eventually she told me to pay for the drinks and go home. She said had a little “treat” for me. But, before all that, she told me that she would love to have something from me… something to make keep me alive in her memories. And I was drunk and agreed to buy her a present. Big mistake. Because that was everything she wanted from me, actually (well… at least she offered something in exchange… but it is still not very encouraging and definitely not something to lose a friend for).

Anyway… to finish this post and the story (I realize that I am absolutely boring, but it’s the fault of the tiredness I have accumulated): when we were heading from the shop to her apartment for me to get that "treat", I was stopped by the police. I was pretty drunk and they almost suspended my driver’s license, but I managed to get away with that. At home we had some great, great fun and she kept saying me that I was different, that she was sure we could work it out and start a relationship.

I was going to leave the next day, though. And she was not going to cry. Now she has a nice gift. I just have another girl’s name to write on My Girl Quest's list. And a bunch of really nice pictures of her (sorry for all the blur, but that’s how it should be done, …)

I’m still alive (part II)

And it’s not only that I’m still alive, but I am also home. Finally! And, for at least 24 hours, I don’t even want to think about dating, flirting, girls and my plan to have the fun in a teenager's way :D. I just want to jump into the bed (alone) and sleep and forget about everything that happened to me during this short mini-vacation. Of course, I shall tell you first as much of the story as I can (and it all seems to have happened years ago…)

So… after I was literary thrown out of the apartment, mad to the bone, I wanted to jump into the car and drive home, as any sane person would probably do. However, A. was pretty pissed off, too, and she invited me to have a drink: “I know a cheap bar with cheap booze to get us wasted. It’s close to my apartment”. Now… as mad as a male can be, he cannot ignore or refuse the innocent and subtle “let’s go f*** our brains out” from a beautiful girl. Basically, we had started something in T's apartment and we wanted to finish the "job" somehow. So I have accepted her invitation.

Bad decision!

Because that bar we went to, even though an indeed really cheap one, was filled with drunken people who got their testosterone level to skyrocket when they saw me and A. (uhm... basically, I'm sure that happened because they saw her, not me :D - she is indeed a really good looking girl – though, I am sure it didn’t matter too much for the guys in the bar). Of course, I noticed that instantly and so did she, but she still insisted we should at least drink something before leaving. And I accepted to stay there, since she made me understand that we were going to spend the night at her place. Oh, sacrifices...

However, the guys started to get really horny and pushy and I was already set to “fight mode” because of what happened earlier. Still, thanks to a lot of luck, a few well placed words from A and the begging of the bartender, I did not start a fight there and left (I am under no circumstances the “fighter” nor a guy who considers it “manly” to fight in bars or wherever… still, this time was different since I was really stressed).

But when we left, one of the guys from the bar followed us (I’m still thankful it was only one) and hit me when I was completely unaware of his presence. He was probably planning to abuse A. too, or God knows what, but he didn’t even get the chance to get close to her, because a couple of her neighbors were luckily outside and jumped in to help us. So I was, thankfully, the only victim. Yes, I'm still a wuss :D.

In the end, everything was pretty OK, though – A. took me to her apartment, took good care of me, treated my wounds and… since I was in such a pain, she took care of all the swellings on my body, if you know what I mean. And you should do, because I will definitely never forget that – such a pleasant combination between pure pleasure, the pain of the wounds and, eventually, the relief of losing all the stress I had accumulated until then. It was pure heaven! As soon as she finished pleasing me orally, I went immediately asleep, like a little baby (and probably she thought I was a complete moron but, hey! that’s life sometimes!)

And indeed a new life it was – the beginning of my new mini-vacation within the mini-vacation (or something strange like that). The new beginning, I could say. Because another interesting day followed. But I will try to tell what happened in a later post. Now I just want to rest a bit. It’s great to be home and feel the love. (I just said that "love" thing in the end because I think this picture below doesn't really fit the story :D)

Jun 17, 2008

Paranoid flirting freak

There are a ton of things to say about my life / feelings / girl quest / everything today, that I don’t even know what to start with. One thing is sure: I’m slowly turning into a paranoid and I have absolutely no reason to be like that – like there’s any good moment to turn into a paranoid!

First things first: Yesterday’s party was a complete mess. A total fluke. The biggest miss ever. You get the idea. First of all because, as you can imagine, I got no date out of it. There were quite a few M-type of girls, but none seemed to be the type ready to go all the way to my bed. There was this particular chick – the self-confident type, the one that will make her first million by shaking her ass and the rest of five by marrying an old fart who’ll die a couple of weeks later… so, as I was saying, there was this particular chick I completely wanted to get. Just to do her and dump her. Date her and leave her. Make her understand that the entire universe does not revolve around her. I failed and it seems that she managed, without even trying, to show me that the world actually revolves around her. I am so pathetic sometimes… and that was just the beginning!

Because M. showed up and acted like we never met before (which was OK with me, up to a point). That point was when she had already danced with everybody in the room except for me (you know – the mating call). It sucks to be left behind. It sucks to go somewhere where one thing is clear: you’ll score, but you do not manage to do it. Damn, I think that every guy actually managed to score twice and I lost all the time with that full of herself chick. If I can’t manage to flirt properly with these ONS-ready chicks, I’m doomed!

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Of course, this party I went to last night had the anticipated result: an uber-tiredness and absolutely no mood for working or flirting (had I got the chance). I was so dizzy and wasted that if the most beautiful girl in the world came to the room and asked “Who’s single,” I would’ve pointed at my colleague, just to be sure she leaves me alone. And it’s even worse that tonight will only get me even more tired. And not because of some marathons in bed (at least not with a girl, which is even more sad!)

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I have been spotted. I knew this was going to happen sooner or later – and it happened sooner. Heh. However, it seems that it’s not actually any “spotting” involved – it’s just a coincidence. But it was something that scared the hell out of me – there are some people who would completely ruin my chances of achieving the goal I have in mind (yes, the one nobody knows about – to score 100 girls in one year). Because no girl would give you a piece of some sweet loving if she knew you were only doing it for the numbers…

Jun 15, 2008

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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Image credits: Anne Belov