Post: #26

(02-19-2015 03:36 AM)ElJefe Wrote:  I mistakenly assumed I was in the comfort stage, and I was not. She didn't need trust-building. She needed more attraction - and the reason I know is because she wasn't qualifying herself to me (A3, if I remember correctly).

This is a reminder to me and my Roosh-bros to go re-learn the model and get it dwn pat, so you always know what stage you're at and whether you're in a position to move the seduction forward. For an analytical type like myself, I think it's a great boon.

Yep, going through the same thing; Colombian, bisexual, a great body and would wake up and cook bacon for me topless. I was about ready to cash in my chips, hell I didn't even mind when she was talking about having my kids!

Then things got weird, called her out on some texting behavior I was observing (that hiding the phone while texting shit) and she got super defensive. Fuck... banged my own ex last night, pretty much out of spite. Oh well. Inspired me to get in contact with one of my near misses (that I haven't written about in this thread yet), so hopefully I can get some redemption on that one.

Either way, a cruel reminder indeed.

Post: #27

I've had a few F-ups in last 6 weeks with girls who put up resistance I should have broken through by just picking them up, making out, then slamming them down and goin after it.

A little voice told me with one of them that the shit she was talking had a possible "false rape charge" undertone... I think i let my RVF readings get the best of me. Fact is, I think she was more telling me she wanted it rough in a round about way. Alas, something seemed off. Did I dodge a bullet? In retrospect I think I was over cautious having spoke to her since.

Another I allowed to control too much of the evening partially because distance, schedules, and both our logistics were fucked. Waking up at 6am, lifting, and not getting with her until 11pm, who insisted we "go out" late as fuck so she could "feel more comfortable" with me (attention whoring more or less), resulted in finally having a chance to fuck her at 6am hours later after pushing through waves of resistance. I was so beat, and frankly lost interest after all the hoop jumping, that I couldn't get it up, and be her human dildo for the life of me. And as we all know, women will judge your entire worth on that first sexual experience.

Both were solid 7s.. and doubtfully will be worth reigniting future talks based on what occurred first. I've got 3 others I can/have been banging so the loss really came at my expense of time, and turning down regulars. Bad game on my part? possibly. But moreover, learned squeezing milk from a turnip often isn't worth the effort. Creating and maintaining a primal animal attraction is essential, don't let the girl's insecurities take that away and disqualify sex.

Women that express too many concerns like:"I don't want to catch an STD,""You're a big guy, I know you would just hurt me in bed," blah blah blah is a nurture defense I don't have the time to counteract for hours on end to get the bang. I tried agree and amplify on one of them, which took the interaction into a tailspin which I barely recovered from to get back to the same groping as before.

It's funny, she then called me the following week, expecting me to drop everything on a dime, after the previous week's shit show she put on. I basically told her;"I've already spent enough time and money on you, and risking that again versus chilling with my main bitch isn't appealing anymore."

Post: #28

Okay, get ready to cringe .... hard. Way back in my college beta days I was dressed up and looking good as I was on my way to a party in Manhattan. Being the college-aged dumbass that I was, my newish car was on empty and I thought I had just enough gas to get to the local gas station. Wrong! My car stops in the middle of the street. So, this strapping, well dressed, young man is now pushing the car with one hand while steering it with the other.

A good looking girl pulls alongside and asks what’s wrong. Embarrassed and flummoxed, I explain that I was out of gas and was just pushing my car to a safe spot so I could walk over and get gas. She offers me a lift and (the beta rears his ugly head) I decline, telling her I’d just walk over to get the gas. She insists. (What’s that maxim... oh yeah, a girl that wants to fuck you will find a way to fuck you). I get in her car and she is even hotter than I realized. I repeat again that my dumbass was out of gas and how I can’t believe I did that. (DLV). She takes me to the station and they make me buy a gas container and I get a gallon of gas. Meanwhile, I’m shaking my head in disbelief that this pretty girl seems into me. (Low confidence, failing to assume the sale). I get back in her car and I mumble about going to a party - after prompting from her about where I was going that night since I was dressed up. I know I should try to invite her or ask her out in some manner but I pussy out, big time. We get to my car and she gives up after I thank her for her kindness and get out of the car. As she pulls away I’m mentally kicking myself in the ass, repeatedly and with gusto. Duh. I now know that was don’t fuck it up game and I fucked up big time. Shit bothers me to this day. Damn.