Jul 12, 2008
Flirting as a technique versus spontaneity
I just had a revelation on why my flirting techniques don’t manage to bring me enough girls even though, basically, I’m not the last person one would choose to be around. And the key word of this revelation stands exactly in the introduction: flirting “techniques”. Because “technique” involves training, knowledge, experience – it is something you achieve, not something you just do, you just go for. And flirting, in order to be successful, even though it basically is something planned in my case, should be as natural as possible – no techniques involved, no pick up lines learned by heart, no pose striking or other pathetic bullshit like that. Everything a person has to do in order to succeed is to understand that, most of all, flirting is just a game and not a technique.Whenever I put my eyes on a girl, before the approach, I already create a short plan of flirting, I know what my opening line will be, I have an opinion about her and her habits already, I know what compliments to sneak in between my words – technically, I have a good plan and I will do it as it’s written in the invisible book of flirting. But that is WRONG!
Girls probably shoo tens of guys who approach them daily with well done homeworks, “perfect” pick-up lines and attitudes or poses rehearsed in front of their mirrors. They start to do stuff mechanically and God knows girls have a sixth sense developed only for sniffing insincere stuff from horny males.
One the other hand, flirting as a game, flirting as an indie art and not a sport that allows you to develop your own technique… flirting as it should be – sincere, playful, joyful and natural will be totally different from what people are doing nowadays. Taking some extra time to forget about everything you knew about flirting and just being yourself will probably work best with girls because I believe girls want, more than anything, a human being and not a sex machine (there are dildos or paid-for escorts for that).
So during this weekend I will try to approach girl using this “method” – of course, by trying to be as natural as possible I could actually get to be as unnatural as possible and ruin the whole thing, but I think I will eventually manage to get something out of this. I got to find out if girls still have the ability to “sniff” the fakers or the whole world is starting to fall apart. Because if technique is everything that matters now when it comes to flirting and not spontaneity and genuine liveliness, then I’ll get back to the old online methods: copy – paste the same message and send it to 300 girls per day.
Jul 11, 2008
Back to my sexy world
As I kept saying, I had an awful week. Busy as hell and without any extra chances to meet new girls, flirt, date and eventually have sex. I also neglected my blog because of the same reasons – when you’re dead tired, you don’t feel like doing anything but sleeping, you know? Fortunately, doing that made me understand that sleeping alone is nevertheless uncool, boring and completely useless. And that made my heart go “boom-boom,” the testosterone level in my body sky-rocketed and I am ready for the weekend. I need a girl, badly. Correction: I need more girls!
I also promise to keep you updated as I should - on a daily basis (of course, unless my boss decides to gift me with another crazy week like this one!). I will also slightly change the way My Girl Quest looks like (don’t worry, there will be minor, barely-visible changes) and also start implementing some cool new stuff – I have a few dating-related, on-topic uhm… topics I want to write about but which are not exactly "diary" stuff. And it’s better than just saying (hopefully I won’t do that too often, though) “Today I got no girl, the end”, right?
And since I can’t keep posting every two days an entry basically saying “I’m back!” I should update you a little on the work colleague matter (her name is
Jul 9, 2008
7 Facts About Me
Unfortunately I am very, very busy at work and I barely have time to surf for beautiful girls, flirt with them all and try to get them, but this does not mean I should stop blogging. The weekend is coming and usually that's the time when all my dreams become reality and all the girls tend to come to my bed :D Anyway... even though there were some things which happened today and I wanted to share, I have found out that I've been tagged on Happy Alone (wee, my first tag!) and I must reply - even though it's kind of strange - I am here as a secret, not as an open book :D
Here are the rules:
- List these rules on your blog.
- Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog.
- Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.
So, let's go... seven random things about me:
- One of the most recent things I did and made me really proud was to quit smoking. It's a brand new life for me now
- I actually consider ONSs, pointless sex sessions and basically everything I'm doing here in My Girl Quest really... pointless. But a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.
- I would never agree to pierce any bit of my body
- I totally hate excessive heat or cold, but I'd go with cold if I really had to choose between these two
- Honestly, just my best friend knows about the existence of My Girl Quest. I'm still an emo angel for the rest of my friends
- If there's something I learned during my life, that is: don't do drugs. EVER. If you don't believe me, look at Amy Winehouse and you'll understand why.
- After all, it seems that I totally suck when it comes to making listst :D
Jul 8, 2008
Life goes on
OK, it's time for this guy here to get back to his new way of living. It was nothing but a pathetic, way too sweet post my latest one and that's not what I plan to be - weak, exposed, ready to be hurt again. I just want to be the dating maniac, the dating expert, the man who just gets girls and nothing more. It's no time for love yet. No time for impossible love!
And, based on the fact that whatever does not kill you makes you stronger, here I am! Ready to restart dating, ready to go on a flirting spree again and never stop. Ready to prove that I am a man who knows what he wants (sex with girls) and knows how to get that. Cheers for my new life and for being able to quickly get back on track. And I didn't even have to get wasted in order to get over it :D
So... here is another little plan for the next few days:
- Find out what I., my work colleague, really wants from me
- Restart two of my previously failed side-quests: telling girls they're beautiful and trying to pick them up on the street.
- restart online flirting with "my girls" - last time was a success, which means that anything is possible.
- stop making plans, lists, calculations and just go for it! :D
Jul 6, 2008
A perfect time in the company of a lady
Her name is O. I could say that we’re friends since we were born – we were never lovers, but we always talked about “what if…” We used to flirt, usually online, since she was miles and miles away from me (or vice-versa, depending on the point of view :D). We used to say that whenever we will meet again, if we'll ever meet again, we’ll have a night to remember. And that happened last night.
I went to pick her up from our meeting place, feeling nervous, feeling the butterflies in the stomach – exactly as you feel when you first fall in love, with the only exception that I was not in love (nor falling). I was very excited, though – meeting a girl you have talked that much with, you have known for that long and you admire (yes, I really admire O.), meeting her for the first time, face to face, after a ten year long break – that is something! My heart was beating like it was on steam, my mind was in the 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.!
Jul 5, 2008
Breaking news
I was just getting ready to go to the club again, girl hunting, but my plans had to change (into much better, I anticipate). I just got a call from a good old girl friend of mine who announced me she's going to visit. Apparently she just got back in the country (she managed to move in the US about ten years ago together with her family).
Anyway, the idea is that I had a crush on her when I was much younger and she admitted during some of the chats we had online that she also liked me back then. Sometimes we would even start fantasizing about how would've our lives looked like if she wouldn't have gone abroad. And now she calls me on the phone saying "Surprise!". And I know the girl, she's very open minded - if everything goes as it should and I won't screw up, we should end by having sex. So stay tuned, 'cuz I'm sure pictures will follow! :D
Tough night
Following the success I had with girls during my strange mini vacation, last night I went very confident at the club. I kept repeating myself that flirting is no longer a secret to me, that girls will stand in a queue to get me – crazy stuff like that which only works in “How to…” books. Real life is different, though, it is… real. And it proved me, once again, that I still have a lot to do until I become a real flirt, a real spin doctor.
The night kicked off pretty nice: the club was not over-crowded as it usually is (it’s starting to get way too hot for spending your nights in between four walls) the extra clothes were definitely missing, so the girls were a delight to look at – all in all, it was a great atmosphere. However, this doesn’t mean much if you don’t know lots of details about the art of picking girls up – and I don’t. Though, I might say it’s good to get rejected after a heavenly week – it makes you be more realistic and doesn’t let you get too carried away.
Basically, there is not too much to say – “I got rejected by everybody” would kind of sum up the whole thing. Hopefully because I was just way too confident that my looks are enough and I did 
not try too much. The truth is, though, that there are lots of men out there who are looking at least as good as I do (this “I look good” thing is a personal opinion of mine. Oh, and my mom used to say that to me, too :D). Anyway, the idea is that no matter how good you look like, if you don’t try, if you don’t have something to say, a hook to get the girl and the brains to keep her connected, she will probably ignore you, in the end. And the truth is I did not try too much.
My first “victim” was a pretty childish attempt from me: I kept looking at her from my comfy chair, smiled every now and then, trying to make her come to me. Well, she did not. And because of my ego I did not go to her either. 10 minutes later she was dancing with another.
Then, with a few girls, I tried to use pick up lines (and I just hate the idea of a pick up lines!) and, of course, it didn’t work. It’s hard for something that has been said a thousand times before to have any chances of success… After three or four more failures I got pretty desperate I’m not going to score and started to care. I was a bit too drunk, though and too under pressure, probably, since I tried getting two other girls and I missed.
So, basically, I can say it was a pretty tough night for me: tried to pick up six girls, got none. This could mean, for many, that they should go hide in a cave and only leave at night, when the kids are sleeping. For me, it means that I’m still far from being what I plan to be. I still have a lot of work to do and way more girls to meet. So I’ll just keep going, without looking back.
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