I’ve become pretty disillusioned with lay reports lately.  I think after a certain point every guy in this scene does, or at least he should.  When you’re a beginner you write them to see analyze what went RIGHT for once.  When you’re intermediate you start writing them to see where you could improve.  At some point all the lay reports on my local forum have become about boasting.  I think this is super unhealthy.  I don’t sleep with a girl to impress strangers on the internet or to brag.  It’s about me and her sharing a special beautiful experience.  I started writing this blog with the thought that I would be the only one to ever read it.  That changed when I noticed I was getting hits that weren’t me here.

Either way here is my newest adventure.  I write it here and post it on no public forums.  It is about keeping a record of my journey and rememebering what I have learned along the path.  I do not write this seeking accolades or condemnation.  And I won’t post any pictures because I respect the girls privacy.  (actually yet again my efforts at sex pics were rebuffed!!!)

Allow me to begin my tale.

There is a dusky girl from Cyprus on my course at uni.  She has black hair and dark golden skin.  She is very pretty and mysterious.  I confidently got her number in class last week and tried to get her to leave with me in the middle of a lesson for a drink.  My plan was to make her miss her train back to Brighton, whoops!  Alas she already had plans with some other girl and so I reverted to text game.  I should look through my texts to see exactly what I did, but I mostly ran my normal game via text.  I was confident and I escalated, then I would pull back.  I have learned that getting too sexual with a girl over text, that you haven’t slept with, leads to trouble.  It will usually make her pull away.

Anyways I esclate texts telling her I wish she was over as I would cook her dinner.  I say that she doens’t need to go to the gym her body is already sexy.  Things along this line. Eventually I realize it’s on.  She tells me to come over on wednesday as she has no work on thursday morning.  This is a clear signal!

I get on a train wed and have a crap journey as someone has died on the tracks.  So all trains are hours late etc.  I finally see her at the train station and I grab her hand and start leading her.  I don’t even know where we are going but I am on a super alpha kick.  Trying to find the leadership wall.  Around the corner I throw her against a wall and shove my tongue in her mouth.  We start walking and she tells me that she’s not allowed to have guests in her house or even to drink there.  She lives with a gay religious couple.  And her gay cousin and his bf.  It sounds like the house that hates heteros and fun.  So she has taken the liberty of renting a room in a little hotel.  Five minutes later I’m inside of her. I don’t ask.  I just lead.  Assume.  Take.

We spend the night in heated passion.  We finally stop around twelve hours later when her legs, vagina and neck are all too sore to continue.  Along the way I learned a few things so I will continue my sordid tale.  She was texting me all day and sent me one text asking me to define love.  I refused and said it’s got nothing to do with us.  She replied by saying it’s two birds in a cage.  This almost freaked me out enough to get me off my train.  I mean I do not want a girl to cage me.  What a horrible metaphor.  After our first session in bed, she started a sentence by saying “if we break up…”  I had to throw her off me.

The old me would have fallen into the prison of her frame.  Of course two weeks later I would resent her so much for trapping me that I would dump her.  I used to promise anything to a girl in bed.  Then I would hate her for “tricking” me by asking then.  So I restated my position that Sheriff taught me.  I date multiple girls until I develop more feelings for one.  I don’t think true love can develop in a vacuum.  Etc.  She accepted my position.  I was very clear.  I know exaclty why I can’t have her as my gf as well.  She smokes and she is too chubby for me.  But Sheriff would love this girl.  She is just at the chubby end of skinny and soft skin.  And her face is insane.  Esp in the half light…

So we went to dinner.  Thai.  It was so good.  Reminded me of my Thai lover of a few years ago.  On the way back I tell her that I think I will take the train back.  I don’t want to spend the night in her arms.  I know I will wake up in the middle of the night trapped in a hotel room with nothing to do.  And that’s what happened.  But really I tell her I think she will develop love feelings for me.  Sleeping in the same bed = great rapport.  Hey I know I’m doing EXACTLY what the Mouse did to me a few weeks ago.  So yes I am learning.

She promises that she won’t fall in love and will accept my relationship frame.  She kept dropping little jokes tho along the way.  So I had to keep breaking rapport.  However, I think this will increase her feelings for me.  I should have done like 5.0 does and pushed her off me right after sex to separate her post-coital love chemical feelings from me as much as possible.  Oh well.  I tried some new sex stuff.  Yet again no pictures or anal, but I did try.  She said just one finger hurt.  Damn!  I was hyper dominant and spent the whole night moving her head and pulling her hair.  I used to think this kinda stuff was dispespectful.  But at one point she told me she loved it.  So keep pushing the envelope.  It turns out that the world isn’t flat after all.