My Girl Quest

Jun 6, 2008

Changes

That's me, you know... completely random. I know I should've been spending all my time posting the whole details on my recent success, yet here I am, dead tired, changing the entire look of my blog. I didn't actually like the previous one and I thought that the sooner I change it, the better.

It's not exactly the best theme out there, but I like it, it allows some great customization options and, finally, I can have the Digg widget in here. That's a widget you have to keep an eye on :) Now I'm heading to bed, I promise to come with more details tomorrow.

P.S. Yeah, I know the video is completely lame and random and such... but a short post and nothing else just ain't my style. Every thing's long and last long when it comes to me. Heh.

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:

Jun 5, 2008

Lucky Thursday!

Simply unbelievable! I might be turning into a lucky person. God, and I’m so tired now... Heh! But happy, y'a know?

I literary dragged D with me to the pub. Both he and I were tired, but I can’t just sit here and wait for something to happen, can I? Well… it seems that I was right and I’m again closer to score.

Since it was still early, we got a free table but soon they were all occupied. It just happened that two chicks (who proved to have bigger balls than mine) asked if they could sit at the same table with us. Can you imagine? We said yes and they were… how can I say it? Very open would probably be the best way to describe their behavior.

C. (not the first girl, duh!, even a different name, just the same first letter) was the girl that kind of flirted with me… I bought her a beer (yeah, she’s a beer person), she bought me one (!!!) she seems like a super chick. We did not, however, do anything. I didn’t want to risk it all by pushing too hard (even though D told me I was stupid not to, because the girl wanted The D***). Oh… well…

The good part is that we will meet tomorrow. Her apartment is very close to my workplace and she invited me to visit her – she said that she still owns me a beer (!!!) I guess it’s obvious what’s going to happen, right? ;) So, please, God! Make this one be real!

And the secret is...

Following that quite outrageous movie I saw, I kept surfing Youtube, thinking about my “problems”. And I did realize one thing: maybe it would be best at the moment to lower the standards... a lot! I shouldn’t only go after, or wish to get (if I am to be honest) the most beautiful chicks in the club. I should pay more attention to the fatty in the corner, the one which was sent on Earth with only one purpose: to die a virgin! This way I would do a greater good to myself (by scoring) and to herself (by allowing her to taste The Man). So, yeah, I am sure that is what I have to do: keep my standards low and only raise them when I start moving like I did back in the good ol’ days.

Yeah, I know… it sounds (and it is) completely pathetic. No real man lowers his standards. Well… I just did it. Even though nobody wants to help me, I still have to do it!

Hilarious!

Honestly, now! I need to meet girls like this one! I just have to! My life would be so easy if I did! Oh, come on, why am I living in the wrong country?

Warning: Following Youtube clip is absolutely NSFW!

Jun 4, 2008

And the plan is...

Really now, planning is a difficult thing to do, especially when you’re at work. Horrible. Anyway, here’s my emo-ish situation:

I have 360 days to score 100 chicks. This means that by Saturday I must have a first “victim”. The con’s: I am shy. I haven’t been on a date for roughly 5 ½ years now. I am shy. I spend 8 hours per day at work. And, yeah, I am shy.

I’m shy.

My job. This is the biggest deal breaker. Of course, when I started this bet, I did not take it into account. There are only six female employees working there and it wouldn’t be the smartest thing in the world to screw one of them then dumping her. Pro's: I could fraternize with them, gain their trust and somehow make them ask me out with their group. They might have other single female friends and that could become my chance to keep everybody happy. Especially myself.

I’m shy.

I have absolutely no help. Even worse, the only two persons who know about my quest are a) still laughing at me (my friend, D.); b) completely against it and consider this whole deal the utmost idiocy (a girl I chat with).

I’m shy.

So, things are not looking great. I have already failed twice in two days. One girl invited me to a date to never show up and completely disappear, the other was a missed hit from the start. And I don’t have anybody to support me. Which means that’s the first thing I have to get: support. I hope I’ll be able to do it via this blog. Real life would kind of be against the rules of the bet.

Second, I need to set my areas straight and maximize my flirt chances. Eight hours per day are spent at the office so most of my day is dead time. However, I will be very friendly with the six ladies and hopefully they will give me access to some of their friend. It’s a long shot, though and very unlikely, but it is much more than what I have now.

Then, there is the trip to work and back home. This is again very unlikely to give me the chance of scoring. You need big balls in order to pickup a girl on the street and I don’t have them. However, I can still look for potential targets. Maybe I manage to find a few girls that share the same route as me. Maybe I can find some common things with others – one may never know. Still, this is, again, a long shot. And I need something like… right now!

I have the evenings. But usually I get home really tired from work and until I eat and take a shower it is already a bit too late. And this is the biggest problem. I can’t go to clubs during the week and that’s a big loss. I will try to go to the pub as often as possible, though. It is close and girls are always present. Starting tomorrow I’ll become a pub regular.

And, finally, there are the weekends. I will have to spend each and every night in clubs and it is a must to get at least one girl per night. If I get good enough with this whole flirting thing, I might as well get two girls per night. And, boy, that would be great (both for me, my ego and my sexual life, but for the bet, too)! I will also spend the mornings “searching” the parks. If there is a girl sitting on a bench, in a park, Saturday or Sunday morning, she definitely has nobody to share her bed with. And she will gladly accept me – her savior, her prince on a white horse. That should work!

And this would be my plan. The very short version of it, of course – I still have a few secrets… secret, you know? I spent all day thinking about that. It became an obsession and every day without scoring makes it even harder. Oh, well… I am 100% sure it will be OK, in the end. I will win. I have to.

Jun 3, 2008

I need a plan

Sitting here in my room, all alone and feeling completely strange, thinking about all the nice days I’ve spent with M… it makes me feel kind of uncomfortable. It makes me sad, to be honest, but there is also a fire burning deep inside me. A fire that is ready to explode (or just make me implode) and say “Go for it! Do it!”

I’ve always was the kind of person that just went for it and hoped for the best. The same happened with this bet and things are looking as bad as possible. And, even though everybody seems prepared to prove me wrong, I am not a loser!

I need a plan. I need a simple plan, beginning with “I am here” and ending with “I will get here”. That’s the easy part. I already know that. However, I need the route, too. That’s tough. That’s difficult. But I’m going to do it, nevertheless. I don’t care about anything else right now: I need a plan. Because this, what I have here, now, is not my life. I won’t allow myself to get old in a front of a computer, drinking beer all the time and getting morbidly obese. I am young and I’m going to date. Meet girls, stop being shy, become a macho or whatever. A stud, yeah! I’m going to screw every girl that meets me and dump her next morning, cold blooded. That’s what I am going to do!

But I need a plan. I really need one. Any help is really, really welcome. Honestly

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