I looked at the book so many times before I published it that I didn’t realize none of the headers appeared. I’ve now fixed it, so the text should flow better due to the headers being included. There are some other minor fixes and clarifications as well. If you have a previous version, you should delete it and take up the new version.
In a couple days I’m leaving for Vegas, partly for work and partly to see family, and I’m actually looking forward to the respite from Ms. Slav, Peaches, Ms. Slav’s hot young friend, and the other things I’ve been up to. I feel like I need to keep up with Ms. Slav as best I can, which is not sufficient. Normal people go to Vegas to party, but it seems I am going to recuperate.
As a city for pickup artists, Vegas seems interesting, being far less expensive than California, New York, or Chicago, but also having many tourists who allow the waters to constantly be replenished. I’ve also heard good things about sex clubs there, but I don’t have the experience to comment on them.
Artists thrive in cities with low rents. Many guys in big cities like New York are going to be forced to work very hard to survive and pay rent, forcing them to spend less time on the hunt. For some that is okay (I have prioritized career over the game, to an extent), but for some guys it is not a good lifestyle decision. Does Vegas offer low rent with a target-rich environment? It seems like it might.
I considered attempting to bring Ms. Slav with me on this trip, but I need the break. At home, I feel like I’m in a tornado. If I stop, though, I feel like the whole thing will breakdown. Maybe I need that breakdown, in order to find out where I need to go next. I read a cool post from Troy Francis, “Game Is No Longer Dirty Enough,” and that is probably true for most guys. For me, game has been plenty dirty. But I feel like I’ve had an ingrained set of responses around chasing women for sex, and while that’s been fantastic, I too often feel like a machine doing it because that’s how I’ve oriented my life. Where is the alternative, though?
“The Friendship That Made Google Huge” is a story about two men who, together, have produced a staggering amount of value for humanity. Thousands of times more value than I have. They have gotten laid far less than me, of course, but I admire those kinds of accomplishments more than I used to. I don’t want to be those guys (they probably don’t want to be me), but I have been thinking about what value to humanity more than I used to.
Ms. Slav is back. She finds her home country and city too small, provincial, and most of all conservative, so she’s happy to be in the United States again. She’s staying in the same swank hotel as her parents, but in a different room. We met in her hotel room, and without saying much I stripped her black dress and found her new lingerie underneath; she said she’d been shopping for it a couple hours prior. So I left the thong on.
After, we took a nap and started chatting. I told her I had a surprise for her, and I pulled out a package with a vibrator in it. She was pleased, and also surprised, and said, “Guys give me flowers and candies all the time. I would much rather have this.” That perked my ears. How many guys? “A lot. A hundred?” I want to think she’s exaggerating. Conceivably she isn’t. She said that for most girls, flowers are the best thing they think they can get. She’s fond of drawing distinctions between herself and “most girls,” which is almost a red flag for me, but not quite.
She also said that she’s never been very submissive before. With women she’s dominant, and with men she’s never really been made to submit. But she said that when I move her where I want her to be and hold her down by the throat, it turns her on. Like spanking during foreplay. Like most chicks, she can take more than I think she can. She may also like the way I use raw strength. I remember a session with a lover from a couple years ago, and she was playfully resisting by moving to the top of the bed. I grabbed her ankles, dragged her entire body down, and forced her legs open. She said, “I forgot how strong you are” (I’m not that strong… just stronger than guys who don’t follow a weight lifting program). Her comment was a major turn-on, largely because I don’t think it was planned.
There was something about sex with that girl that was unreal. Unfortunately, I lost her because she knew I was dating someone else and didn’t really like that, but I wasn’t willing to commit to her. The situation persisted until she went to a party while I was out of town and… yeah. Still have a bunch of great sex videos I made with her.
With Ms. Slav, I meant to tie her up and really paddle her, but I was too focused on the sex to do the more elaborate pieces. Also meant to bring my favorite massage oil and forgot it as well. Did remember the camera. She still likes the photos and being shot nude.
She washed the vibe and I plugged it in. She used it the second time we had sex, and she kept coming, over and over again, incredibly hard. So hard it was hard for me to hold off, and eventually I couldn’t. She said she’d never had sex while using a vibrator.
All in all I’d call it a very successful session. I know guys in The Red Pill are against giving chicks gifts. I agree with that stance… BEFORE sex. After sex, some small gifts are okay, particularly if they’re sexually related and treated like they’re no big deal. See my old post, “The holidays are coming up: shit tests, comfort tests, and gifts [intermediate and above].” It is bad to give a chick anything as an implied exchange for sex, but okay in my view to do so afterwords, particularly if the chick is younger and inexperienced.
I like experimenting. Many chicks have told me that, when they’ve tried to bring toys into the bedroom in the past, their guys have been threatened. Not me. I see man as the tool-using animal.
Ms. Slav also says she’s going to get an IUD. I hope so. That may be the barrier preventing me from being fully into her. She’s been on hormonal birth control in the past, but that disagreed with her. She said that she was tempted to get it in her home country but didn’t trust the medical system there.
The 20-year-old is also back, but I can’t be arsed. She seems too likely to be a problem and too flakey for me. I’ve had some other adventures as well I mean to write more about.
Nothing has happened with the 20-year-old from this story, and we keep making tentative plans that are scuppered by various stupid young girl things. Some of her minor health problems are also in play, e.g. she has a medical appointment tonight, which I think is genuine, but the timing is also bad for me.
So this one hasn’t died off altogether, as she’s still responsive. Someone is going to point out that if she really wanted to make this happen, she would. That’s obviously true, but it’s also true that people have complicated lives. I’ve gotten a lot of lays and short-term relationships off situations not exactly like this one, but pretty similar overall, where the girl seems flighty or chaotic but does eventually show up. The line isn’t dead and she’s apologetic in texting.
Most often girls just ghost when they’re uninterested.
This one hasn’t ghosted, and if she’s milking me for attention I’m not sure she’s getting much. I’m staying pretty close to logistics chat, with a little other stuff as well. I keep telling myself that if this is going to happen, it’s going to happen, and if not, life goes on. She’s going home tomorrow (college girls…) and coming back “Sunday or Monday.” A bad sign but not a fatal one. There are some things we’ve tentatively planned (because of her sexual personality I invited her to sex party in a couple weeks), one of them a thing she claims she’s long wanted to do but never done, and that I know about because I know these things.
I just really want it to happen.
I remember once, probably six or seven years ago, meeting this chick in a bar. She was very responsive to me and my friend who was out with me. She invited us to go to another bar with her, but for some reason I didn’t think it was a good idea to go immediately. She seemed like a girl playing games. We did go down an hour or so later and she was already grinding on / making out with another guy, as was her friend or whatever.
Maybe the other guy was her boyfriend, maybe something else was going on, I don’t know, but I did kick myself for being “cool” instead of just saying yes. Sometimes hard pursuit is the right thing to do.
A guy in another thread asks, “You refer to ‘less is more’ with long game.. How long between pings is recommended here?” There is no right answer and it turns out my answer is long enough to be a post. I also began a post in response to this Nash comment. I may have a problem in that I can’t explain things in like a paragraph. Too many little complications, etc.
Or I’m pouring erotic energy into writing instead of where it should be poured.