Post by trickster on Apr 24, 2018 21:12:53 GMT
I don't normally post lay reports, but I think this can be instructive for other members, so here we go. First let me introduce myself briefly, I'm a 27 years old medical student in my final year. Struggled with women in high-school, then I found PUA and it didn't get any better. Eventually I lucked out on a New Year's Eve party and had my first girlfriend. It was a cute relationship, but nothing worth talking about further. In uni everything changed. No one knew the loser I used to be, so I quickly became a lot more popular. As my anxiety dropped, I was no longer in my head all the time. I didn't think about openers and routines and all kinds of bullshit all the time, and that seemed to do the trick. I'm not the biggest player in town, but I have reasonable success that I'm currently happy with. Now onto the report.
We headed to a club with 3 of my friends on Thursday, just a casual night-out. One of my mates invited his cousin and she brought some of her friends with her. We met with them at the club, quickly introduced myself to everyone. I was just hanging around here, cracking some jokes, being my dorky self as usual, and I started to notice that one of the girls were into me. She laughed at everything I said. No kidding, literally, everything. I've had women liking my jokes before but this was a whole new level. It got the point that I started testing whether I could tell a joke bad enough that she wouldn't laugh. I couldn't. So we were hanging at the bar enjoying our warm-up drinks, and then we decided to hit the dancefloor. Now, my dacefloor game is shit. And I didn't feel like I had the level of intimacy established already to do anything particularly "productive" so we were mostly just dancing around casually, everyone showing off their worst moves possible. It was a lot of fun, I enjoyed it. We were fooling around there for a while then we went back to the bar to grab another drink. This girl then suggested we go out for a smoke. I knew she was the only one from her group who smoked, because when we met up at the club, she was the only one smoking. All of my friends smoke however, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity, so I immediately grabbed it, and I just told her "Okay, let's go", and I grabbed her hand and pulled her with me. Now my friends, thankfully, are not idiots. They knew what was up, and they figured, they could wait 10 minutes or so before they go out and have their lust for nicotine fulfilled, so I was finally able to spend some time with her alone.
We were talking about basic stuff at first. Turns out she is studying law here at the university, and she is living a few blocks away from the club. I was telling her a bunch of quick funny stories that happened here in the club with me and my friends and she shared hers. I was still fairly certain she was into me, but it didn't feel like I could pull now. I told her I liked how we share the same silly sense of humour (really though, her jokes are just as bad as mine). She pulled out her phone because she got some message, and this seemed like the only good opportunity I would get to get her number, so I went for it. As she pulled out her phone I told her "Yes". She looked at me puzzled. "Yes, I will give you my number." She laughed and we exchanged numbers. We headed back and rest of the night was nothing too special. We got a bit closer on the dancefloor and danced together, but nothing spectecular. It was getting past midnight and they decided to go home. Me and my mates stayed for a bit longer, nothing really happened after this.
Next day, I've decided it was about damn time to grab my balls and do something before she loses interest in me, so I texted her:
Me: Your dance moves are just as dorky as mine and you know it. I'm taking you out for a coffee tomorrow.
Her:
Thanks, but I have to decline that. I have a boyfriend and I don't want to catch feelings for you 
Me: Ok, cool.
So, I'm like... she didn't mention a boyfriend before, I checked her facebook, and she did in fact have a boyfriend, but why would she tell me something like "I don't want to catch feelings for you". That smelled like some bullshit, and when something looks like bullshit, and smells like bullshit, it's usually for a reason. I didn't text her after that. On the other hand, she texted me some long ass text about "you're much fun but I don't want to lead you on, yada yada" I don't actually know, because I didn't bother to read it. I knew what I was going to do anyway.
So Saturday came and early afternoon I texted her again:
Me: I'm picking you up in 2 hours at the club.
Her: ...
Her: Told you I can't go.
Me: I'm taking you out for a coffee, not netflix and chill.
Me: As good as it plays out in my head, I'm not planning to fuck you on the table in the coffee shop.
Her: Guess I could use a coffee anyway. Had a long day already.
Me: Good, you can tell me about it later.
Her: Ok... don't want to walk to the club though, can you pick me up at XXXX?
Me: Ok.
I picked her up and we headed to one of my favourite coffee shops in town. It's a very small one, but it's usually not crowded and they serve excellent coffee. I also know the staff there, since I'm a regular. I complimented her on her dress (it was a genuine one, she looked fucking gorgeous in that).
Now, given the situation I was expecting a shitstorm. I knew she wasn't going to give me an easy time and just get away with this. It already started in the car, when she started going on about that she lied to her boyfriend saying she was grabbing a coffee with the girls and that she felt guilty, whatever. I told her to make sure she informs her friends about that so she wouldn't get caught. I think most guys would have said "don't feel guilty about a coffee" or something like that, but I just did not want to talk about her stupid boyfriend, so I was satisfied with my reply here.
We entered the shop, the staff greeted us and escorted us to our reserved table. She was like "When did you reserve this?" I said:"Yesterday, before I texted you". That was a bit of a lie, I only reserved it after, she does not need to know that however. We ordered our coffees (I suggested one of my favourites to her), then she started going on about her "long day". She did chores and cooked, and had to call up the insurance company, because they fucked something up with the bills. It wasn't really anything interesting, and I wanted to talk about more interesting things, so I used some intel I gathered. When I was checking her profile for her relationship status I saw she had a lot of posts concerning anime. I'm a big anime fan so this seemed like a nice topic for a start. I said: "I've watched a really good movie yesterday. Oh, do you watch anime by the way?" She said yes. I asked her about her favourite, it was Hellgirl. So we were talking a little bit about that, and then back to the topic of the anime I watched, it's called Koe no katachi. It's a very emotional anime about a deaf girl, I did not want to talk about it for too long, just wanted to steer away from the boring stuff and establish some common ground real quickly.
I asked her whether she knew sign language, and she said yes. I wasn't surprised, it's quite a useful thing for a law student. I told her she should teach me sometimes because I was interested in learning it. She taught me some basic signs and this also opened up the possibility for me to get a bit more physical. Her hands felt really smooth and I commented on this as well. In the matter of a couple of minutes we were touching each other left and right. We finished our coffee and she mentioned she should get going before her boyfriend gets mad.
We got in the car and I went for the kiss immediately. No objections. Now this was a hard decision. I obviously can't fuck her in the car here in daylight, but if I don't go for it now, I was worried she might feel too guilty and would never come out with me again. I had to make the call, but it seemed impossible to pull. I told her: "I really want to continue this but I don't want you to get into trouble. You are absolutely gorgeous and I can't stop thinking about tearing your clothes down from the moment I saw you." She looked at me for a few seconds in silence and right when she was about to say something I told her: "I'm going to take you back now". So she quickly noticed we were not going towards her place and asked me "Where are we going?" I told her:" Told you, I'm taking you back to my place". I knew I was about to get to the last checkpoint, and she said:"No, this is wrong. Please take me home." I said: "Right and wrong are meaningless in the mist of lust. I'm not your judge, I'm the guy who is about to rock your world". I kissed her again a lot harder this time, grabbed her hair, and started going down on her neck. I gave her a hint of a bite, and told her: "Let's get out of here". We headed back to my place, foreplay was already going on in the car, whenever we were at a stop my hands were doing some work. We had a quick and intense first round, then chilled a bit and went for another one. Then I drove her home. We were talking about meeting up again, after a bit of a goodbye kiss off she went.
She didn't reply to my texts as of now, so I don't know if she is really feeling guilty, or just thinking things through, we'll see. That's now on her.
Moral of the story: Cut the bullshit. No need for "boyfriend destroyers", just ignore it. She either wants it or not, her having a boyfriend is almost always irrelevant.
Disclaimer: Inbefore someone comes to call me an asshole for fucking someone's girlfriend, I don't care. And I'd like to remind everybody that women are not properties. She is an individual, capable of making a responsible decision on her own, that she did. And yes, I've been on the other end of this, and it sucked, but never once did I blame the dude for it. End of.
Hope you guys can take something from it, or at least enjoyed reading this report.
Trickster.
We headed to a club with 3 of my friends on Thursday, just a casual night-out. One of my mates invited his cousin and she brought some of her friends with her. We met with them at the club, quickly introduced myself to everyone. I was just hanging around here, cracking some jokes, being my dorky self as usual, and I started to notice that one of the girls were into me. She laughed at everything I said. No kidding, literally, everything. I've had women liking my jokes before but this was a whole new level. It got the point that I started testing whether I could tell a joke bad enough that she wouldn't laugh. I couldn't. So we were hanging at the bar enjoying our warm-up drinks, and then we decided to hit the dancefloor. Now, my dacefloor game is shit. And I didn't feel like I had the level of intimacy established already to do anything particularly "productive" so we were mostly just dancing around casually, everyone showing off their worst moves possible. It was a lot of fun, I enjoyed it. We were fooling around there for a while then we went back to the bar to grab another drink. This girl then suggested we go out for a smoke. I knew she was the only one from her group who smoked, because when we met up at the club, she was the only one smoking. All of my friends smoke however, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity, so I immediately grabbed it, and I just told her "Okay, let's go", and I grabbed her hand and pulled her with me. Now my friends, thankfully, are not idiots. They knew what was up, and they figured, they could wait 10 minutes or so before they go out and have their lust for nicotine fulfilled, so I was finally able to spend some time with her alone.
We were talking about basic stuff at first. Turns out she is studying law here at the university, and she is living a few blocks away from the club. I was telling her a bunch of quick funny stories that happened here in the club with me and my friends and she shared hers. I was still fairly certain she was into me, but it didn't feel like I could pull now. I told her I liked how we share the same silly sense of humour (really though, her jokes are just as bad as mine). She pulled out her phone because she got some message, and this seemed like the only good opportunity I would get to get her number, so I went for it. As she pulled out her phone I told her "Yes". She looked at me puzzled. "Yes, I will give you my number." She laughed and we exchanged numbers. We headed back and rest of the night was nothing too special. We got a bit closer on the dancefloor and danced together, but nothing spectecular. It was getting past midnight and they decided to go home. Me and my mates stayed for a bit longer, nothing really happened after this.
Next day, I've decided it was about damn time to grab my balls and do something before she loses interest in me, so I texted her:
Me: Your dance moves are just as dorky as mine and you know it. I'm taking you out for a coffee tomorrow.
Her:
Thanks, but I have to decline that. I have a boyfriend and I don't want to catch feelings for you 
Me: Ok, cool.
So, I'm like... she didn't mention a boyfriend before, I checked her facebook, and she did in fact have a boyfriend, but why would she tell me something like "I don't want to catch feelings for you". That smelled like some bullshit, and when something looks like bullshit, and smells like bullshit, it's usually for a reason. I didn't text her after that. On the other hand, she texted me some long ass text about "you're much fun but I don't want to lead you on, yada yada" I don't actually know, because I didn't bother to read it. I knew what I was going to do anyway.
So Saturday came and early afternoon I texted her again:
Me: I'm picking you up in 2 hours at the club.
Her: ...
Her: Told you I can't go.
Me: I'm taking you out for a coffee, not netflix and chill.
Me: As good as it plays out in my head, I'm not planning to fuck you on the table in the coffee shop.
Her: Guess I could use a coffee anyway. Had a long day already.
Me: Good, you can tell me about it later.
Her: Ok... don't want to walk to the club though, can you pick me up at XXXX?
Me: Ok.
I picked her up and we headed to one of my favourite coffee shops in town. It's a very small one, but it's usually not crowded and they serve excellent coffee. I also know the staff there, since I'm a regular. I complimented her on her dress (it was a genuine one, she looked fucking gorgeous in that).
Now, given the situation I was expecting a shitstorm. I knew she wasn't going to give me an easy time and just get away with this. It already started in the car, when she started going on about that she lied to her boyfriend saying she was grabbing a coffee with the girls and that she felt guilty, whatever. I told her to make sure she informs her friends about that so she wouldn't get caught. I think most guys would have said "don't feel guilty about a coffee" or something like that, but I just did not want to talk about her stupid boyfriend, so I was satisfied with my reply here.
We entered the shop, the staff greeted us and escorted us to our reserved table. She was like "When did you reserve this?" I said:"Yesterday, before I texted you". That was a bit of a lie, I only reserved it after, she does not need to know that however. We ordered our coffees (I suggested one of my favourites to her), then she started going on about her "long day". She did chores and cooked, and had to call up the insurance company, because they fucked something up with the bills. It wasn't really anything interesting, and I wanted to talk about more interesting things, so I used some intel I gathered. When I was checking her profile for her relationship status I saw she had a lot of posts concerning anime. I'm a big anime fan so this seemed like a nice topic for a start. I said: "I've watched a really good movie yesterday. Oh, do you watch anime by the way?" She said yes. I asked her about her favourite, it was Hellgirl. So we were talking a little bit about that, and then back to the topic of the anime I watched, it's called Koe no katachi. It's a very emotional anime about a deaf girl, I did not want to talk about it for too long, just wanted to steer away from the boring stuff and establish some common ground real quickly.
I asked her whether she knew sign language, and she said yes. I wasn't surprised, it's quite a useful thing for a law student. I told her she should teach me sometimes because I was interested in learning it. She taught me some basic signs and this also opened up the possibility for me to get a bit more physical. Her hands felt really smooth and I commented on this as well. In the matter of a couple of minutes we were touching each other left and right. We finished our coffee and she mentioned she should get going before her boyfriend gets mad.
We got in the car and I went for the kiss immediately. No objections. Now this was a hard decision. I obviously can't fuck her in the car here in daylight, but if I don't go for it now, I was worried she might feel too guilty and would never come out with me again. I had to make the call, but it seemed impossible to pull. I told her: "I really want to continue this but I don't want you to get into trouble. You are absolutely gorgeous and I can't stop thinking about tearing your clothes down from the moment I saw you." She looked at me for a few seconds in silence and right when she was about to say something I told her: "I'm going to take you back now". So she quickly noticed we were not going towards her place and asked me "Where are we going?" I told her:" Told you, I'm taking you back to my place". I knew I was about to get to the last checkpoint, and she said:"No, this is wrong. Please take me home." I said: "Right and wrong are meaningless in the mist of lust. I'm not your judge, I'm the guy who is about to rock your world". I kissed her again a lot harder this time, grabbed her hair, and started going down on her neck. I gave her a hint of a bite, and told her: "Let's get out of here". We headed back to my place, foreplay was already going on in the car, whenever we were at a stop my hands were doing some work. We had a quick and intense first round, then chilled a bit and went for another one. Then I drove her home. We were talking about meeting up again, after a bit of a goodbye kiss off she went.
She didn't reply to my texts as of now, so I don't know if she is really feeling guilty, or just thinking things through, we'll see. That's now on her.
Moral of the story: Cut the bullshit. No need for "boyfriend destroyers", just ignore it. She either wants it or not, her having a boyfriend is almost always irrelevant.
Disclaimer: Inbefore someone comes to call me an asshole for fucking someone's girlfriend, I don't care. And I'd like to remind everybody that women are not properties. She is an individual, capable of making a responsible decision on her own, that she did. And yes, I've been on the other end of this, and it sucked, but never once did I blame the dude for it. End of.
Hope you guys can take something from it, or at least enjoyed reading this report.
Trickster.
