Day 1
I got there late Friday afternoon and hit the beach.
Latvia model - I saw this beautiful body lying down so I went over to hit on her. She's a model from Latvia sent by her agency to US. We small talked a little. I asked her to put sunscreen on me, and I joked that she should give me a massage. She said she doesn't know how.I then put sunscreen on her, and I told her I am gonna give her a massage. She enjoyed the massage, but when I got to her legs and thighs she seemed uncomfortable and shifted around. To be honest I really didn't feel the sense of entitlement with a girl of this caliber. I let her up, chat a bit more, and asked her to dial my number in her phone. I moved on to find more DTF girls. Unfortunately the next 2 girls gave me BF story.
That night my buddy came over, and we went to a bar nearby that was teeming with hot girls. I really didn't feel tremendous amount of social freedom. I approached about 5 girls. The 5th one was this half Japanese/Chinese girl. She seemed pretty into me, but some guys they knew came and offered to buy them shots. Despite seeing her again later, and she gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, all I got was a flake #.
Day 2
Rehab chick - Next morning I went to work and came back to hit the beach around 3 pm. It was cloudy, not much action. I saw this one chick, and I approached her. I held back my my complement when I realized she's not that hot. Since I initiated the conversation I ended up sitting down and talked to her. She said she's got a can of beer, but probably can't drink on the beach. I told her I have cups back at my place. Long story short, she came back to my place. We split the beer, but the more I looked at her, the more distasteful she looked. She saw my tequila and asked for a shot, and spill her alcoholic rehab story. WTF? She asked for another shot as I booted her out of my place.
Italian Cutie
- After a little break I went out again. Fucking cloudy weekend. I
finally spotted a cutie and hit her up. She was smiling ear to ear. I
found out she's Italian. She has a gorgeous body. She's a swimmer. I
tried my best to small talk, but she didn't talk much maybe because of
nerves or language barrier. Same drill, I asked her to put sunscreen on
me, me giving her a massage. This time I decided to be more commanding. I
told her to lay flat, arms relaxed, and I gave her a good massage. When
I massaged her thigh and legs she didn't flinch so I got bolder. I
moved my hands up between her butt. I could see where she shaved her
private parts. I touched her briefly, she flinched a bit, and I back
off. I tried it again and touched the outside of her pussy and felt her
wetness. She flinched again and I backed off. I felt I pushed it far
enough. I put my arm around her, and I moved in to kiss her. She told me
she has a BF. Oh well. As a formality, I exchanged FB info with her,
and she thanked me for the nice massage. In my mind, I thought, "But I
didn't give you a happy ending!"Russian girl - On the way back I hit up this Russian girl reading at the beach. It was a situation opener so I never expressed my intent. Anyways, I invited her back to my place. She came over, but just wanted to stand at the door to chat and read her stupid book. Eventually my buddy came, I got her #, and booted her.
Icelandic girl - We went back to the same club. The line was f-ing long. We chatted up these 2 Scandinavia girls in line. They seemed down. I spent like 1 1/2 hours flirting with the Icelandic girl when deep down inside I knew she wasn't DTF. My freaking wing lost his girl to some ugly persistent dude. His 2 friends also kept trying to jack my girl. To be honest, I didn't feel very confident in that club. There were a lot of hot tall blonde girls, but all the dude looked like Abercrombie and Fitch models. And these guys were fearlessly approaching too, and they were loud and having fun. That was the reason I hung on to my non DTF girl. Anyways, that was the night.
Day 3
I was wiped so I slept in till 12. Again, cloudy day.
Hot stripper - I spotted this girl lying on the beach with her luggage on a bed sheet. I chatted her up. She was very low energy, but she told me she had a fight with her BF last night and he kicked her out. Blah, blah. She asked me if she can give me some money to use my shower and change into her bikini. I said, "yeah, for $200, j/k" She came over and went into my bathroom. The stupid bathroom door doesn't close. As she undressed, I could not help look in to check out her body. Damn, natural perky big C cups, long legs and a nice ass. I started talking to her while she showers, and somehow she told me she works at a strip club. For some reason I got really bold, and walked into the bathroom, pull the shower curtain aside to ask her if everything is alright. I didn't know what got into me next. I walked into the shower in my board short, and asked her if I could shower with her. I took off my shorts and started showering with her. She seemed uncomfortable so I got out and she got out. I told her I saw her gorgeous body and could help myself. Despite that, everything seemed cool again. She was chilling on the futon while I walked around naked making a smoothie. She sipped some smoothie. Same old drill again. I told her I was gonna give her a massage, and she agreed. I started massaging her on my bed. She knew I was naked when she agreed to the massage, but once I started massaging her she was like, "can you at least put your shorts on?" So I went to put my shorts on, but now she's acting all weird again. She was like, lets go hang out at the beach. Whatever. I let her out. Anyways, about 20 minutes later, the girl leasing me the studio came back. Even if I had gotten anywhere she would have cock blocked me haha.
Later that day, the soul mate that I met online texted me back and told me a guy she was casually dating before asked her to be exclusive, wtf? Where did that came from? I guess I couldn't be too hard on her since I was creeping a dozen girl on the beach. To be honest I felt pretty bad though.
Lesson learned. I promise myself to write down positive thoughts.....
- This is one strange weekend that I will never forget. These are the stories that can only occur with this crazy cold approaching business.
- Yea, I pushed too far with the stripper. It was totally uncalibrated. I think me being ethnically different from the white girls that I am approaching, I need to build some comfort and rapport. I know Chris doesn't believe in rapport, but hell if Price Charming comes to sweep up the princess, there's no need for rapport because she's been dreaming about a guy like him her whole life. I think it's good to develop the skill to express myself and get someone else to open up themselve.
- Super hot young girls are receptive me. Honestly I wouldn't call it attraction, but they certainly gave me a chance. The Latvia model and the Italian chick were both between 18-20 years old.
- I need to learn to be commanding. It's not just telling girls to do things. It's instructing her with sincerity , kindness, masculinity. The tonality, masculinity, and the decisiveness has to be all congruent.
- For the first time I went for a kiss during the day. Failed, but I was proud of myself.
Let's all for now. I got a few pictures that I may imbed if I have time.
Success is peace of mind which is a direct result of self-satisfaction in knowing you did your best to become the best you are capable of becoming.
John Wooden Coach UCLA
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