“You going to the party tonight?”  she asks.

“You mean at [bar]?”  I respond, referring to the fact that a bunch of us grad students were hitting up a near-by bar in a couple of hours.

“No.  Tonight.  It’s downtown somewhere.  You should check on Facebook.”  She responds.

“Oh, I don’t know what I’m doing tonight.  I’ll see.”

A couple of hours later, I’m at the bar near school with my buddies, “y’all going to some party downtown later?”

“What party?”  They ask.

“Some party downtown, one of the undergrads was telling me about.”

“I don’t know anything about it.”

“Y’all haven’t seen it on Facebook?”  I ask.

“No.”

“Let me check.”   I pull out my phone and check on Facebook…. but, I have no invite to an undergrad party tonight.  ”Well, never mind, it’s not on my Facebook.”

“You’re just making up shit Wonka, there’s no party tonight.”

“Naw, there is one.  I bet you the undergrads are going somewhere downtown tonight.”

A little while later I see a cute wavy-haired girl I’ve seen around campus before.  I’ve talked to her a couple of times.  I ask her about it, “Hey, are the undergrads having a party tonight?”

“Yes!  It’s at [club]!  You need to invite the grad students too!”

“Hey, I tried to tell some of them about it, they no nothing about it….”

“Invite them!  Please!  You all should come too!  Please, invite as many grad students as you can!”

“I’ll see what I can do….”  I respond and grab another beer.

I move around, talk to everybody, but I mainly wind up hanging out with and talking to the short-haired blonde girl I made out with last week.

Eventually, after a few beers, word gets around that everybody is going out to the club where the undergrads are going later.   I head home, eat, take a short nap, and then head to the club.

I get there, check my coat, and head straight to the bar to get a drink.  I’m at the bar, and guess who pops up next to me?  The short-haired blonde girl.

I talk to her some more.  Hang out with her for quite a while actually, between walking around a bit and saying hello to everybody else I know, including the cute wavy-haired girl.   The Russian girl isn’t there though… which I find a tad funny, since she’s the first one that actually told me about the party…. nor does she ever show up.

Anyway, yeah… I chill with short-haired blonde girl a lot, chatting mostly, dancing a bit.  There’s a live band.  Music is good.

Short-haired blonde girl buys me another beer when I get empty.  That was nice of her.

I talk to her a bit longer, then go take shots with a buddy of mine who bought a round of shots for few folks, since he’s trying to bang this one chick and it’s now her birthday – midnight.   So, I get in there to get my shot, and cute wavy-haired girl is there too.  Her and I wind up dancing together for a bit.  I can tell she’s into me.

I stop dancing after a couple of songs and go take a piss, when I come out of the restroom, I run into my buddy.  I tease him, “what’s up with you and [birthday girl]?  You’ve been hanging out with her at like every party lately bro?”

“Really?”  His eyes get big, “is it that obvious?”

“Oh yeah… so you are then…”

“Naw, man, we haven’t done anything,” he’s quick to say, “I mean, it hasn’t happened yet.  It probably will though, but it hasn’t yet.  I would tell you if I was….”

“Oh okay”

“Yeah… what’s going on with you and [cute wavy-haired girl]?  She’s all over you…”  He asks me.

“Ha… man, I don’t know what I’m doing.   I got one girl I made out with last week buying me beer, and I got another chick dancing all over me… and I don’t know which one I want.”

“Wait, you made out with a chick last week?   Oh man, you’re dilemma is bigger than mine.  You know what you should do?  You should just play it cool, and see which one comes at you more aggressively, then go home with her.  That’s what I would do.”  He shrugs as he gives his advice… not a bad suggestion though.

I get back out to the dance floor, and I notice another one of my boys is now dancing with cute wavy-haired girl.  I sip my beer while a couple of our friends come up to me, “What happened?  [That guy] took her off you?”

“Naw…. I went to take a piss…”  I respond, honestly.  I think it may have came off a bit cocky though….

“Oh, okay.  You can get her back whenever you want, huh?”  They ask of me, feeding my ego.

“Pretty much”  I shrug and head to the bar.

I catch short-haired blonde girl a bit later and chat with her some more.  But, she’s boring me now.  For some reason, I want cute wavy-haired girl now…. for a few reasons I think: 1) she’s more attractive, 2) she’s younger, 3) she’s drunker, and 4) to prove that I’m the one she wants to go home with tonight, not my buddy who decided to dance with her when I was in the restroom.

I chill by the bar, not sure how I’m going to steal her back off of him, but then.. the opportunity presents itself… they come to the bar, her and him.  She sees me, “heeeyyyy!”  she says and starts to dance on me again, right there at the bar.  My buddy is behind her and cheers’ me and tries to dance on her from behind at the same time, then he disappears.  I have her to myself again.

My roommate stops by the bar and buys her a drink while she’s dancing on me.  I’m not sure why he did that, but whatever.

I wind up taking her back to the dance floor.  She’s really all over me now.  Even more so than before.  I know I can make out with her.  I want to, but I don’t…. because I’m not sure how many people from school can see me.  I’m not sure if short-haired blonde girl can see me.   I don’t know why I care…

After a few songs dancing with her, I pull her off to the side of the dance floor away from where my school mates are.  A bit more secluded.  I know they can probably still see me, but it seems more secluded.  Here I make out with her.  She’s into it.   Here I talk dirty to her in her ear, “I’d fuck the shit out of you.  I’d make you cum so many times.”

It’s the first time I’ve said such words to a girl I know from a social circle setting rather than a cold approach.  I’ve never said that shit to the other girls at school that I’ve had chances with, but I try it now.  Might as well.

After some more dancing and making out, I pull her out toward the coat-check and the entrance to the club, and lean up on the wall there.   I make out with her some more and say, “c’mon, let’s get out of here…”

“No,”  she says, “I shouldn’t go home with you.  That’s a bad idea…”

Damn.  I ignore it and just make her dance on me some more and make out with her some more.   Then I just casually mention that my apartment is close by.

“Let me go grab my purse.”  She says.

We walk back toward the bar and dance floor, she goes off and grabs her coat and purse.  I see an undergrad guy who takes classes with her, stop her and ask her if she’s okay.    I chill and another graduate guy who I have class with comes up to me, “where’d the little girl go?”  he asks, trying to joke around.

“What’s up?”  I play stupid.

“The little girl,”  He motions an exaggerated short height, “she’s about 12.  You could get in trouble for stuff like that.”

I’m not in the mood for his silly jokes, she’s 22.  I shrug my shoulders, “I don’t know bro.”

She comes back with her coat and purse and we head to coat check to grab my coat, and then head out.

We get out into the street and she hits me with, “by the way, we’re not fucking tonight…”

“Of course not.”  I say.

“I’m kind of seeing someone….”  she says.

I ignore it.

I put my arm around her and we walk to the corner to catch a cab.  While walking, she starts talking again, “so you live close by, huh?”

“Yep.”

“So, it’s true what they say?  That all of the graduate students have a lot more money than us undergrads?”

I laugh…. “Well…. we have work experience.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard you grad students are all rich.”

I laugh again.

We get to the cab and head back to my place, talking the whole time.

We get to my place, she asks where the restroom is and goes to take a piss.  I give her a glass of water…. because I know she’s drunk.   I also offer her some shorts to sleep in.

She goes back into the bathroom to change into the shorts, and we chill at the kitchen table both drinking water for a while.  Then, we head out onto the balcony, so I can show her the view and explain to her what part of the city she’s in now and the history behind it.

Then, we wind up in my bedroom.  I change into some shorts and a t-shirt right in front of her and then crawl into bed with her.  Turn off the lights.  And, we’re making out again.

I lick and bite her on the neck and move her hands down to my hard cock.  She rubs on it.  Good sign.

I lift her up and take her shirt and bra off and suck on her tits.   Take my shirt back off and then I take the shorts off of her too.  I try to take the panties off, but she grabs them and stops me.

I keep making out with her, and sucking on her neck and breasts.  She’s butt-naked except for these panties.  I slide them to the side and rub on her clit, then stick my finger inside of her and finger her while she moans.

Then, I try to take the panties off again.   Again, she grabs them and holds them on, not letting me take them off.

Repeat.  More making out, more fingering, more nipple licking.  I even pull my shorts down and put her hand on my bare cock and she rubs on it and rubs on it.

I try to take the panties off again.   She blocks it again.

What the fuck?   I haven’t seen LMR like this in a long time… I almost forgot it existed.

I move her panties to the side again.  Finger her again.  This time, I figure, fuck trying to get panties off, I’m just going to go for it.  I pull her panties to the side and put my dick up to her pussy, about to enter her, when she moves her hand in front and blocks it… “don’t be a dick.”  She says, “Trust me, you don’t want to fuck me anyway.  I have a yeast infection right now.”

Shocked, I get off of her and lay down next to her.  She cuddles up next me and goes back to jerking me off, and says to me, “You’re frustrated?”  She asks..  ”I’m sorry.”

“Naw, I’m good.”  I downplay it.

She starts to explain her “yeast infection”.   “It’s just a mild yeast infection, it’s not that bad, just a small bacteria overgrowth.”

I pull her hair to shut her up, then make out with her some more.   I pull her onto me and get her ear, “What do you want, [name]?”  I say in my sexy, seductive voice.

“I don’t know….”  she murmurs….

“You know you want this dick…. I’d fuck the shit out of you.”  I try again, while thinking to myself, She has yeast infection, I should probably get up and get a condom.

I make out with her and tease her some more, then roll back on top of her and say, “hold on, let me get something.”

I get up and head to my dresser, grab a condom, and get back in bed.  She says nothing to stop me.

I make out with her, finger her, get her jerking me off again, and I grab the condom wrapper and start to open it.

She tries to grab it from me, “Is that a condom?”  she asks.

“Yeah.”

“No really, I can’t.  I’m sorry.  I can’t.  I really can’t.”

I’m just fucking perplexed.  I set the condom down and start to accept defeat.   She kisses me on the chest and lays on me, rubbing on my dick, while I just lay there.

She gets up to go take a piss after my roommate gets home.  She puts the shirt I was wearing on, and then I sneak her past him, his drunk ass never even sees her there.

We she gets back to bed, I’m starting to go to sleep now.  She grabs the bottom of the shirt and says, “do you mind if I sleep without it?”

“Naw.”

She takes the shirt back off and lays back in my bed, to sleep topless with me.  But, she won’t let me fuck.   I still don’t understand why girls do this type of shit.

Before we fall asleep, we talk for a short bit, and she asks me, “is it going to be awkward when I see you at school now?”

“Naw…. “

“Okay, that’s good.”

I also give her a nickname at some point, to which she keeps responding, “I don’t know if that’s good or bad….”

I wake her up in the morning and we talk for a bit, before I tell  her she has to go.

We get up, get dressed, and I walk her out.

Defeated by LMR.  Again.

Pre-game before going.  Drink more there.  Dance with a bunch of different girls.

One girl, who is really attractive buys me a beer, and I dance with her for awhile.  I don’t really escalate or try to do anything because… she’s married.  With kids.   I know, I know, it doesn’t matter, but I guess I still have a slight conscience about certain things.

The Russian girl I made out with a month ago is there, but she won’t really talk to me.  Well, she tries to say something, but I can’t hear her because it’s too loud.  She smiles and pushes me away and says, “no, you’re drunk!”  That part I heard.

I dance with probably a dozen different girls that night.  Some that I know have boyfriends, but I just don’t care.  Others I don’t know very well at all.  Doesn’t matter.  Trying to get a feel for who’s into me.

One chick, tall, with short-blonde hair, seems into me.  I only dance with her shortly, before moving around, hanging out with other folks, and dancing with other girls.  But, I wind up back with her at the bar when the club is closing.

I leave the club with her, head out into the street.  We talk and get caught up.  The crowd of everybody else slowly disappears as people get cabs and/or go home.

Her and I walk to the corner, waiting on a cab.   I make out with her there on the street corner.

Eventually, a cab comes and we get in.  Ride it back to my place.   Just talking and chilling the whole time.  She’s a cool girl.

We get to my place and I reach for my wallet to pay the cab.  She puts her hand out to stop me.

Surprised, I look up.  ”No, you don’t have to,”  she says, “I’m going home anyway.”

“Are you sure?”  I ask, confused as to why she just rode in cab with me in the complete opposite direction of where she wants to go.

“Yes, I’m sure.”  She says.

We make out again, and I get out of the cab and go home.

I’m surprised because I thought she was coming home with me – why else would she have gotten in the same cab as me when we live nowhere near each other?  Oh well!  I laugh as I get into my apartment, because I know a cab ride that would’ve costed me $11 or so is going to wind up costing her about $50 because I didn’t pay anything on it.

Oh well.

Like a week later, I get a job offer, from a recommendation off of the chubby girl who I’d barely just met that one night and didn’t even really remember her name.

A couple of weeks later, I’m hanging out with a group of people and we hit a bar to watch a football game, my friend and her chubby friend come along too.  I’m talking to the chubby friend and being nice – because, hell, she just hooked me up!

She buys me a beer.. then another one… then another one.  I don’t pay for a single beer all night.  She buys all of my rounds, and we stay at the bar well past when the game ends.  I wind up getting fairly drunk.

Everybody else in the group winds up leaving, one-by-one, until it’s just one of my boys, me, and the chubby chick.

We head to next door to grab a bite to eat, and we’re trying to figure out which bar to go to next.  My boy has his bag with him, so he leaves to go drop it off at school, saying he’ll meet us at the next bar.  The chick gives him her number, so he can call and meet up with us.

As soon as he leaves, she says, “I’m not going to another bar, I’m not waiting for him, I’m going to go home.”

We walk outside and she hails a cab to go home.  When the cab comes, she says to me, “You’re drunk, why don’t you just come over and you can crash on my couch?  It’ll save you on cabfare and I’m always down to help a student out.”

This sounds like a good enough idea, so I roll with her.

We get back to her place and I start to watch TV, only to crash on the couch.

I’m barely asleep for long at all, when she wakes me back up, “Don’t sleep here, that just looks desperate, come, you can sleep in my bed, I have a big bed.”

I’m a little confused, because I know she invited me over to “crash on the couch”, and now she’s not letting me “crash on the couch”, but in my drunken state, I don’t argue, I just go to her room and lay in the bed.

She offers to give me some clothes to sleep in, but I decline and chose to just sleep in my jeans.

I feel like I could fuck her if I want to, but I don’t wan’t to, so I just lay down and go to sleep.

I wake up in the middle of night, and she’s right up on me…. so much room on the other side of bed.

I’m a bit uncomfortable, so I check the time – it’s like 6am – the buses are running again, so I grab the rest of my shit and say goodbye and head out.

When I get home, my roommate asks me where I’ve been all night.

“Umm…. I spent the night at [her name's] house.”

“No shit?  You tapped that?”

“Naw.”

“You didn’t?!?!   Everybody that spends the night at [her name's] house taps that.”

“I didn’t want to.”

“She was all up on you, wasn’t she?”

“Wait….. is that that the same chick you hooked up with that one time?”

“She fucking hooked up with me bro, I was drunk as shit that night.”

He proceeds to tell me that not only has she done this with him, but with at least 3 other guys we go to school with – she just gets dudes as drunk as possible and takes them home and has sex with them….

I feel that’s a bit awkward… it’s just so shady and so desperate for a chick especially.  She buys guys drinks all night just to get him drunk enough to actually fuck her.  Crazy shit.

I don’t regret not fucking her though…. I mean, I’m not attracted to her.  I would’ve never been able to get a boner, so even attempting to “tap that” would’ve just been an awful experience…

I am a bit amused that she got me drunk and deceived me in order to get me into her bed…  Crazy shit.

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I was at school, a friend of mine was showing me how to do something on the computer, when he got distracted by a girl walking by.

He looks at me, “my bad, bro… she just has these fucking piercing eyes.  But, the problem with Russian girls is they have no personality.  I used to date a Russian.”

I thought it was a funny comment, but she does have some sexy ass eyes.  I’d seen her around before, never really talked to her… not one-on-one anyway.  I’m head of the most important organization on campus, and I’ve seen her at my events, so I’ve addressed groups of people and audiences and which she was a part of…

That Friday, I head out to club where everybody from school was going to.  A party.

She was there.  I talk to her a bit, she seems into me.  So does another Russian girl.  And a couple of Asian girls.

Things seem to be going well.

I go to the bathroom to take a piss… and one of my boys is in there too.  ”Who you going after tonight?”  I ask him.

“[Name].”  He says the name of an Asian girl we have classes with – he can have her.  Personally, I’m more into her friend.

“Oh okay.”

“We good?  That’s cool with you?”

“Yeah, that’s fine… you can have her.”

“Who do you want?”  He asks me.

Jokingly, I respond as I leave the restroom, “Not sure yet…. either a Russian or an Asian.”

He laughs.

I go around the party, talking to everybody, dancing, having fun.

At some point, I wind up dancing with her, the Russian with the piercing, sexy eyes.  I can tell she’s digging me, so I pull her close and go for it.  We make out.

We dance and make out some more.   Then… she pulls away and runs off.

I feel like she wants me to chase her, but I don’t.  I go find my boy and we start tag-team gaming the two Asian girls.  He’s going after the one he like, I’m hitting on her friend, who I like.

I’m back to just dancing, drinking, clapping my hands, having fun.

Not too much time passes, and I feel somebody tap me on the shoulder.  I turn around… it’s the Russian girl.  ”Hi” she says and smiles.

I pull her back towards me and we start to dance again.  I can tell she’s really into me… but I’m starting to think maybe I shouldn’t be making out with her in front of the whole damn school… so this time I tell her to come with me and we go downstairs to another bar.   We dance some more, and now I really escalate.  I throw her up against the bar, and pull her hair while we make out.  I grab her by her waists and run my hands across her chest.  I have my way with her right here on the bar, short of clothes actually coming off.

I figure it’s going well, and decide to try to move it along, “C’mon, let’s get out of here” I say to her, and turn and start heading towards coat check to get my coat, assuming the sale.

“Umm…. I’m gonna go back upstairs.”  She stammers and runs off back upstairs.

Again, I don’t chase after her.  I make my way to the club next door and just start talking to new chicks.  I open one girl who starts talking me and smiling, only to have a guy swoop in from nowhere and grab her and pull her away from me, saying “Sorry bro, but she’s my girlfriend.”

Ha…. that amused me for some reason.

I eventually head back to my schoolmates party upstairs.  I run into another Russian girl on the stairs, who’s good friends with the piercing-eyes Russian.

“Where you headed to?”  I say to her.

“I thought we were going to your place.”  She responds.

Wait…. what?  First I’ve heard of it.  Catches me off-guard a bit, but I try to roll with it and play it cool.

“Yeah, I got to get my coat.”

I head back to coat check and get my coat.  She grabs the other Russian girl (piercing-eyes) and they both follow me.

We go outside and walk to the street.  I’m standing there with them ready to hail a cab…. and out of nowhere, a Russian guy who doesn’t like me walks out of the club, says something to them in Russian, and they leave and go with him.

I’m standing there in the street dumbfounded.  Too drunk and confused to know what just happened.

After a few seconds, I gather myself and go back into the club.

The crowd has thinned down quite a lot, but I find my boy still with the Asians, so we go back to tag-team gaming them, and we even manage to split them up for a bit.  We eventually walk them out and they meet up with a larger group of Asians right outside and they all get in a cab together.  My boy and I realize it’s not happening tonight, and just chill outside and talk to everybody else who’s filing out of the club now.

Another one of my boys walks up to me, drunk and silly..  ”I saw you with that Russian girl!  She has the hots for you, man!”

Damn, now I’m starting to think I really shouldn’t have made out with her with everybody from school around.  I’m gonna fuck around and get a reputation.

I realize I still don’t even know the Russian girl’s name, so I catch another guy I know who is in her class – “hey, what are the Russian girls in your class names’?”

His response, “The one you were kissing – her name is [her name]” only furthers my concern that yes, everybody saw that shit.

I’m still not sure what the fuck happened there in the street when they left me….

But since then, I’ve had nothing but countless close-calls which fell apart due to logistics.

Go ahead, read through them…. it’s basically every post on this blog since the last link, and even before.  Hell, even in London.   Twice.

Nightclubs do offer a target rich environment and an easy place to escalate quickly.

But, they don’t offer logistics.   And they’re expensive as shit.

Why would I pay $350 for a $30 bottle of liquor?

It’s an expense I’ll never be able to justify.

Why would I want to wait in line for half an hour to pay you $20 to act like a dick to me and then late me inside your club that serves drinks more watered down and more expensive than the bar across the street that has no line and no cover?

Yeah.   Makes no sense.

Nightclubs stand out, because the ratio is usually better, and there’s always dancing.   But, you’re also more confined to that one place, because you paid a cover and there’s a line to get in, so you can’t leave.

Some bars have dancing.  And no cover.  I think this is the sweet spot in night game.  Cheap, and you can escalate.

But, logistics are still an issue.

Night game provides a good avenue for the SNL, but logistics will always be the biggest obstacle.

I honestly could’ve banged the Kenyan girl a month before I actually did at another house party one night, but the logistics weren’t there.

Logistics, for me at least, are the night game killer.

But where can you get a quicker lays than night game?

Actually, Gmac found it.   Online.

Girls online put out on the first date at alarming rates.   Only problem is, they’re usually of lower quality than the average girl.  If not in looks, than in social skills.  They’re likely to be lame or some sort of oddball somehow.  Hell, they’re meeting men on the internet.

I do think Krauser and Jambone are onto something with their recent Hemingway Suite conversation.  Day game may just be the pinnacle of game.

It also takes the most balls.  You’re sober.  In broad day light.

But, it gives you the chance to meet the highest quality girls, the ones that rarely go out, or when they do go out are in large groups and have their bitch shields in full force.

Yet, the biggest downside to day game, is I think…. and I’d be interested to hear Krauser’s input on this…. slower lays.  Not saying same day lays are impossible, they’re clearly not.  But, they’re rare.  Day game is usually going to require between 2-5 dates to bang a broad.

But…. those might just be the girls worth 2-5 dates before banging.

Nightclub girls are worth more than a day 2.   Online girls either.  If you’re not banging a girl you met online or at a club by the 2nd time you’re with her, lose her number, she’s worthless.

A girl you meet in the day though…. could potentially be worth a couple more dates.

Thoughts?

I show up with one of my boys.   We wait in line to get in.

They don’t let him in because he had a backpack on (okay, not that surprising).

I get in, pay my $2o and walk upstairs.  There’s a bar in the middle of the floor, surrounded by open space (ie, the dance floor), surrounded by tables for table service.

Pretty standard, but only one main problem….

The place is dead.

Nobody is there.

I go take a piss and then think about my next move.

Do I stand around an empty nightclub waiting for people to get there?

Naw, fuck this, it’s 11:00.

I go downstairs and tell the bouncer I want my money back.  He tells me to talk to the girls at the front.  I tell them they give me some speil about why they can’t give me my money back.  I keep arguing with them, until the owner shows up.  ”What’s the problem?”

“He wants a refund.”

“Well, give him a refund… although, honestly, you’d be crazy to leave now.  This club is reservation only, you got in for a reduce priced, by 12:30 there will be a line down the block.  You’re going to have fun, I promise you you’re lucky to be here.”

“Yeah, that’s in 2 hours though.”

I ask them if they can stamp my wrist and I could come back in two hours…. No.

Fuck it, “I’ll just take the refund.”

They give me my money back and I leave.  Fuck that overpriced horseshit.

Logistics are killing me.  Cockblocks are killing me.  Flakiness is at an all time high. It’s always something.

Another Saturday night… Another party.  I almost didn’t go out. 

But, I did.  I went to the house party.  Late.

My fiends joked around with me about how I’m always 3 hours late to parties. 

But here I am, drinking, chilling with guys from class, girls from class.  

It’s annoying, because the ratios are so bad in business school, that every even semi attractive girl has at least five different dudes thirsting over her at every party.

Anyway, theres a Kenyan girl I have class with… I knew she ride to the party with another guy, and he seemed to be all over her.   But at the same time, she is always giving me IOIs it seems.  I know I’m not delirious.  One of those girls you just know you could fuck if logistics are there.  I hang out with her at the party, but I also hang out with other girls too.  Dance with other girls.

At some point the kenyan girl picks up a pickle.  (dont ask me why there was a bowl of pickles next to the booze, I dont know…)  She just it hold it and stares at it.  Too easy…. “You turned on by that?”…  She laughs… “oh, this is about your size?”  She retorts.  Before I could even answer, this black dude chimes in for me… “Naw, hes from ______.  They’re not that small in ______.” 

“Oh really?”  She says…. And looks me up and down, “well you just moved up on my to-do list…”

Ok. Thats beyond an IOI.  Thats blatant. 

I act unfazed…. and go dance with another girl.  

It’s not long until the Kenyan girl moves to the dance floor and tries to get between me and the other girl.

I bounce her outside to the porch.  But wind up chatting with a hispanic girl.  Me and the hispanic start smoking hookah with the group of people who have it on the porch.

Honestly, I’m drunk by this point.  Apparently, my roommate leaves and tells me hes gonna go get the car, he’ll be right back…. I dont remember that though….

According to him, he came back 20 minutes later and the party was dead and everybody was gone.  He called me… That I remember….

I was in the backroom fucking the Kenyan girl when he called.  I answer and tell him, “I found a place to crash, bro.  I’m good.”

I dont even remember how it happened.  But I remember one of the guys who lived in the house showed me and the Kenyan girl to one of the bedrooms.  It had two beds in the room.  I think he thought we were both two drunk to go home and we were just gonna crash…. I dont know.  But of course, we wound up fucking.  Hell, he even stumbled back into the room when she was in the middle of going to town sucking me up.  I’m not even sure he noticed.  He was drunk off his ass too.

Honestly, I barely remember the sex.  I was trashed.  I remember the head more than the sex…. The sex is kind of a blur in my memory.  I do remember feeling like I just want to hurry up and cum so I can go to sleep.   I dont remember cumming tho….  Not sure if I did or not.

I woke up at 7:30 when she got a phone call.  She was on the phone twirling my underwear in her hand acting like she wasn’t going to give them back to me.  I grabbed them off of her and got up and got dressed.  She did the same and we left and headed to our separate homes. 

Now, I have to see both her and the dude that stumbled in the room while she was blowing me  in class every day for the rest of the semester….  Hope this doesn’t get awkward.  I’ve never fucked a girl I have class with before.  Honestly, it’s about time…

Notch!

Flag!  (Kenyan!)

One of my boys is from the same city I’m from.  I see him at the party, he introduces me to a girl.  Gives me an in.  She loves my accent.  Shes foreign… From Austria. 

I talk to her a bit, move around, have fun, dance with other girls, chat with other guys..

The party moves to the other bar.  I catch a ride with a friend.  A car full.  We park and head to the bar.  I’m hungry, so I let them all go ahead while I make a quick stop at McDonalds.

I knew everybody in the damn McDonalds.  So, I sit around and chat with them.

My boy texts me, “where are you?”

I tell him I’m down the street at McDonalds.

A little while later, he shows up with the Austrian girl.  He tells me shes all mine.  I make fun of her and joke around with her all night.  Then I get her to buy me some ice cream.

At some point, some dumb drunk girl shows up and sits with us.  She got kicked out of the bar for being too drunk.  Then an Indian guy we know… Same thing, kicked out.

My goal is to get the Austrian girl back to my place, so I invite the whole group over for an “afterparty”.

We leave McDonalds.  We manage to ditch the Indian guy as he goes to check on a drunk friend. 

Now it’s me, my boy, the Austrian girl, and the dumb, drunk girl.   A nice 2-2 ratio. We’re walking back to my place, chatting….

Out of nowhere the Indian guy comes running up from behind on some “hey wait for me” shit.

We literally only take a couple more steps when the Austrian girl stops and says, “I think I’m just gonna go home, I have to be somewhere at 8 in the morning.”

So, we exchange numbers and she leaves.  My boys decides hes just gonna go home too…

I look at the Indian and the drunk girl.  They both still want to come over.  Which is completely not the point of this whole scenario.

I go ahead and let them over, give them some more rum and pass out on the couch while they argue about middle eastern politics…

Then I woke back up and gave them a cab number to call so they could catch a ride home…

Different part of the country, different lifestyle.

On my school grind still.

I’m out one night with my new friends from school, just drinking and having fun.  Pushing random girls into the circle to make them dance and shit.

At some point, I notice one of my boys has been dancing with the same chick all night.  I also notice she has a friend with huge ass knockers… Alright, I can fir that.  I approach, make my move.

Next thing you know, I have her up against the wall escalating her hard.  Licking on her neck in the club, all that good stuff.

The club closes.  Bounce time.

We stand around trying to flag down a cab and get logistics sorted out. 

The girls are from out of town.  Just in town for the night.  Staying at a friends place.

We settle on setting up my pad for logistics.  The after party.  My wing is down.  My target girl seems down.  Her friend seems unsure.  We walk then down the block and build more rapport and get them sold on the idea of coming over.

We hail a cab, hop in. The cab starts to drive down the block, and the driver tries to negotiate the fair with my wing. My wing raises his voice at the cab driver, and for some reason, that seems to be all the excuse his target needs, shes ready to jump out of the cab, “I think we’re just going to go to our friends house”. My target follows and they jump out of the cab together. My wing jumps out too, since he doesn’t live with me

The chick texts me apologizing like 30 min later..

I never gave her my number…

My wing calls me, “she asked me for your number, so I gave it to get, hope you dont mind…. The problem was it just took to long, we gotta do better. Like tomorrow night…”

Yeah… I don’t know either.

When I read Relationship Roulette and quoted 60 earlier, he mentioned that men get married for purity, not for sex and used Jay-Z, who is rich and famous enough to basically fuck whoever wants, as an example of man that got married clearly not for consistent sex.

Which does bring up an interesting point, even famous people who can fuck whoever they want, tend to enter into relationships.  There is a benefit to being in a relationship and keeping a girl around that you don’t get from random encounter upon random encounter.

I’m toying and playing with the idea lately…. of how to make relationships work without being monogamous.  There’s actually quite a few options.

60 seems to think the best option is to get two girlfriends and then deal with your purity issues as they are also allowed to sleep around.

That could work, but not everybody wants two girlfriends…. a wife/mistress scenario maybe?  A “main chick” + “side chicks”, maybe?

There’s plenty of options.  I’m trying to research the topic further and I plan to push the limits in my relationships and experiment a bit as well.  I’ll try to update this blog more with thoughts about how that goes….

But, in the meantime… here’s a post I came across with a few different relationship scenarios, other than just the plain, boring “normal monogamy”.

Full article at:  http://socyberty.com/relationships/types-of-intimate-sexual-relationships-besides-marriage/

Quoted below:

Serial monogamy – This is actually the most common form of conjugal partnership in many countries. A person enters into an exclusive sexual and cohabiting relationship and when that breaks up, enters into a new one with a different partner. So, a person’s life history is a serial monogamy involving many partners.

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Polygyny – When a man has more than one wives, it is called polygamy. When a woman has more than one husband, it is polyandry. Ethnographic Atlas Codebook notes that of 1231 societies in the world, 186 were monogamous. 453 had occasional polygyny, 588 had more frequent polygyny, and 4 had polyandry.

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Polyamory – An arrangement, where everyone has multiple partners at different intervals with the knowledge of the others. Research in Nigeria show that 47-53% of men and to 18-36% of women engage in extramarital sex. About 500, 000 polyamorous relationships are estimated to be in the USA in July 2009.

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LAT-Relationship – Living alone but together is when a couple decide to be committed to each other but live in their own homes. 2 million UK couples are committed but live separately, according to a 2005 Oxford University research by John Haskey.

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LDR-Relationship – A couple are mutually committed, but live in different locations over long distances and typically communicate by phone calls, during visits or by electronic media. A 2005 survey by The Center for the Study of Long Distance Relationships, estimate that 2.9% of US marriages are long distance.

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S.O. – Significant other is a person one is dating, probably also while dating others but this person is achieving more and more prominence. S.O is also used when one does not want to disclose the gender of the person one is dating.

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F***Buddy – Two people who often have mutual and exclusive sex but may not be committed to each other or romantically involved. One or both partner may also be involved with another person. Urban dictionary gives an alternative term – fornifriend. Other terms are “booty call”, “friends with benefits” or “ami calin” (in French).

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One Night Stand – A total stranger one is attracted to by lust. One has sex with the other person and then both go separate ways without any need to know the other person and no strings attached.

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Zip less F*** – The novelist Erica Jong in Fear of Flying (1973) coined the term zipless f*** for a purely casual sexual encounter with no strings attached. “The man is not “taking” and the woman is not “giving.” No one is attempting to cuckold a husband or humiliate a wife. No one is trying to prove anything or get anything out of anyone. The zipless f*** is the purest thing there is. And it is rarer than the unicorn. And I have never had one. – Erica Jong, Fear of Flying (1973)

Read more: http://socyberty.com/relationships/types-of-intimate-sexual-relationships-besides-marriage/#ixzz1XapX9Qh4