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Girl #59 – HB 7.5 – Contextually Alpha’d

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Alpha and beta are not set in stone, but rather in slight fluctuation (the more alpha, the less flux) based on context.  For example, take a look at this now classic photo of Vladimir Putin meeting with a biker gang leader:

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Obviously Putin is a super alpha (he’s no pushover president), but in this context the difference is normalized. In other words, your environment – along with your status therein – goes a long way to display your street cred.

The latest score was largely a result of being a contextual alpha with massive social proof. It was a Saturday night, I was off work, and some friends were coming in from out of town to party. Two of the girls I had history with from way back. One I went on a couple dates with but decided she was too ditzy, and I really wanted her twin (who was involved at the time). Shortly thereafter the twin broke it off with her guy, we got together, and did the dirty. Unfortunately I was still very beta back then and developed ONEitis for my soon to be LTR stripper, promptly cutting off contact with all other girls.

Fast forward a few years. We stayed in touch thanks to Facebook and she informed me that they were coming down for a night out. Naturally, I was excited to catch up and offered my bar on account of cheap drinks (and I know everyone, so I’m guaranteed a good time). Both twins are married. The one I banged is newly separated but still in the dumps about it. The one I denied still wants me, but is somewhat happily married. I say wants me because the entire night she was talking to me, remembered all the details from a date years ago, initiated kino, and the second her friends bounced to the bathroom stuck her tongue down my throat. This is nothing new, but I was pleasantly surprised nonetheless.

Throughout the night I was bouncing from group to group; I literally knew almost everyone there. A few particularly hot prospects I’m still ‘working on’ (cocktail girls, regulars, etc) were there on a girl’s night out and wouldn’t stop giving me hugs. At one point they pulled up my shirt to get a photo with my abs. Yes, having an exceptional body goes a long way, especially when most of America is fat.

Unfortunately the girls had to leave, although the other twin was very DTF. Her husband – a smart fellow – was the DD, let them have their fun, but made sure to pick them up. And he did the right thing, cause I’d have fucked her. They bounced fairly early and I was by no means done with my night. I immediately noticed a former cocktail waitress – who I met once months ago – was in attendance. We chatted a bit before and I asked her out but never got a response, so I promptly forgot.

Later 20′s, super tight body (admitted to working out regularly – wish more girls would follow suit), pretty face, and has a younger sister who’s sadly enthralled with her boyfriend. It’s ok, one day I’ll get her too. Anyway, it was like reconnecting with an old friend. She had been there a couple hours and saw a good deal of what transpired with ‘my girls’ and the mini photoshoot with her sister, but social proof is just that: the more women want you, the more additional women will want you.

I began by calling her out on never getting back to me in a playful manner, but really it was all for show. We had both been drinking and I decided to fast track the kino. Since we’d met before I put my arm around her waist and pulled her in immediately. She was ok with me inside her personal space, so I pressed on. A few minutes later I kiss closed (just a quicky). I don’t remember exactly what was said leading up to it, but I just felt there was no reason to drag out a sure thing.

I told her since she’s so busy we should hang out tonight, to which she agreed. I finished my beer and we left. It was maybe 10-15 minutes at the bar from hello to extraction. When we got back to my place, I made my customary drink, put on some music, turned the lights down, and within minutes we were banging – the rest of the night.

There was no resistance, no challenges to overcome, no shields to lower because all the work was already done for me via environment (and the other girls making me feel like a boss). Once you’ve been a contextual alpha – for however long – you’ll understand. They come to you.

3 Girls In 24 Hours – A Pointless Record

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Recently I set a new personal record: sleeping with 3 different girls in a single 24 hour period. I went out with girl #56 the previous night and gently kicked her out in the morning. That day at work I swooped girl #58 for a quick same day lay. At night I went to see girl #54. That was a lot of showering. Reflecting back on it a few days later, I came to some interesting conclusions.

  1. Your penis can actually get sore from lots of sex. I’ve never experienced that even in an LTR, probably due to a lack of rabbit-like marathons. Furthermore, sperm production seems to greatly increase for a period of time afterwards. Despite getting off multiple times throughout the period, I was walking around with a hunger for sex the entire next day. I suppose the more you fuck, the more you want to fuck.
  2. It’s not a big deal and arguably a waste of time. I felt like a boss, don’t get me wrong, but that was a lot of time spent doing something that’s only marginally productive at this point (like anything else, you get better at sex with lots of practice). It’s incredibly easy to get caught up in endless sexcapades and therein lies the rub – it can severely hamper your progress towards higher goals.
  3. I’ve finally hit my ‘invisible stride’. Somewhere around the 50th girl I stopped caring much about the next kill. For almost a year now I’ve gotten a new girl – like clockwork – every month with minimal effort. A lot of it has to do with my choice of secondary jobs which put me smack in the middle of women. If you want them, you need to be where they are; not a lot of hot engineers out there.
  4. There’s no end. The masculine drive to dominate and conquer everything (women included) is insatiable. There will always be more pointless records to set, notches to add, and challenges to overcome. The key is to balance it with your own personal development, and that’s a constant struggle even for yours truly.

 

Girl #58 – HB 6 – Silver Platter Edition

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This is below my normal standards (7+), but it was too easy to pass up. A bit of a butterface – 7 body, 5 face, so 6 it is. Sometimes the opportunity presents itself, you have nothing better to do, and a notch is a notch. That’s my hamsterization and I’m sticking to it. The morning of, girl #56 was still in my bed from the night before, I went to work, and had plans to meet up with girl #54 at night, so I didn’t particularly give a fuck.

It was a little slow so I had time to interact more with customers. She came in with her date and started hitting on me a little (which I thought odd), but he didn’t flinch so I figured something was amiss. I made them drinks, we all chatted for a bit, and when he went to piss she told me the date was going horrible and she was looking for a way out. He was going to work shortly and she asked if I wanted to drink with her. In her words, ‘it’s been one of those weeks, I just want to party and this guy was so weird, I can’t believe my friend set me up with him.’

I agreed to ‘partying’, we bounced after he left, and went straight back to my place. I made a couple drinks and we started talking about the horror story of the day’s earlier activities. I’m fascinated by how badly most guys screw it up (I used to do the same), which is why I write to begin with – to make a difference.

15 minutes of laughs later we were still on my couch, but by now our legs were touching. Typical kino routine. Her phone was dying and I found the perfect excuse to bounce to the bedroom where I had a charger. From there it was music, makeout, and her getting on top to undress me.

I was slightly disappointed in how easy this was, but in retrospect I think she was DTF when she first walked into the bar. We talked a little and she wanted to stick around, but I had previously informed her that I was ‘meeting up with some friends’ later in the evening (a great line to avoid saying ‘I have another date’), so we cut our time short. I needed to shower, after all.

We connected on Facebook, but I declined giving my number. She was adamant about staying despite my plans, wanted hang out the next day, and became too clingy for my tastes. Poor ONS etiquette on her part. Then again, maybe I’m just a dick.

Unfortunately there’s no real lesson here – no challenge, nothing to report other than ‘being my (better) self.’ If anything, as you become more attractive you’ll have more opportunities, some of which are served on a silver platter. Next order of business? Get 8′s with the same ease.

Girl #57 – HB 7.25 – Silly Cockblocks

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On a rare occasion the stars align and a cute girl picks you up, initially sober. When this happens, you know you’re doing something right. It was a normal night bartending, and still early so not a lot of patrons. In comes a fatty and her hipster pothead friend. 20 years old, natural perky Cs (pierced as I later found out), nice and thin with a little cushion in the backside, just how I like them. Too young to be spoiled by the effects of age, drugs, and a generally unhealthy lifestyle common to America. 7.25, I’ll take it.

I don’t notice them until her friend (hereafter referred to as ‘fug’) barges in, says ‘how you doing cutie’ and orders a round. I don’t flirt back – she’s repulsive – but I have to play nice. Not only is she a potential cockblock, but she plays a significant role in the bar’s operations, so I have to indulge her advances for the job’s sake. Let’s not talk about it.

I immediately scan her friend, we do introductions, and follow with a couple rounds. I know they’re here to get silly. Fug notices me noticing her friend and proceeds to tell me some fun facts, such as ‘she squirts … across the room’. I immediately high five my target, tell her I like her already, and get them a drink. She tells me I’m cute and asks if I smoke. I rarely do, less than 5 times/year (not my thing), but I ask if it’s quality and she concedes that it is. I tell her we should smoke and she immediately fast forwards to ‘tonight?’ Why yes, if you insist.

To be fair, I came somewhat pre-selected. Apparently there’s been talk of me as the ‘cute bartender’ at fug’s work and she’s mentioned me to her friend prior to their arrival. A little social proof – no matter who it’s from – goes a long way.

At this point I’m fairly confident it’s in the bag. She keeps checking me out, her and fug are talking and looking in my direction while I’m tending to other customers, and we both keep reiterating our plans for the night. But I’m still a little wary. If I’ve learned anything, it’s that you’re most vulnerable right before the victory. I’ve lost many a girl thinking the deal done prematurely, so I adopted a skeptical mindset (and I advise you do the same). Until you’re in, it doesn’t count. There are a million things that can go wrong between promise and execution, so be on your guard and don’t feel disappointed if it doesn’t pan out.

Especially not when there’s a fat, ugly, engaged cockblock attached to her hip, who wants a piece for herself. I was trying not to vomit in my mouth, but fug was getting to me. She said ‘if you’re taking her home, you need to find me a guy too, or I’m coming with you and you have to kiss my neck for a minute, that’s all I want. I’m engaged (shows me the rock, I’m shocked at who would want that), but he’s overseas so whatever.’ Gross.

When I notice her going to the bathroom, I ask my target ‘does she really have to come with us?’ to which she assures me that she’ll figure something out. They have to leave for a while (to smoke apparently) and I get her number and tell her to text me right away so if something went down and they didn’t make it back, we could still meet up that night. She promises to return. Here’s our text exchange, my replies in bold.

(her name)

Got it, (my name)

Sooo cute. Be back for u.

Kk

Im def stayin with u

Awesome, I’m ready to smoke

Im ready for u ;)

Good

You might want to wait til 2 to come here, it’s packed unless you want to hang out at the end of the bar and do shots

Of course i do

Im in parkin lot. Comin in soon

True to her word, they come back, now high. It’s pretty busy so I tell her I’ll get her a drink, but I won’t be able to talk until we close. When the lights come on and we start cleaning, fug is laying it on thick (heh) and I can barely handle it. There’s no guy waiting for her – big surprise – so she’s cockblocking hardcore.

Somewhere in the midst of an hour of shenanigans, I notice a shift in fug’s attitude. She’s still annoying, but becoming more bearable, and eventually leaves her friend alone with me. As I later find out, my girl paid her $50 to leave. Reluctantly, she accepted. That’s when you know you’re doing it right.

My coworkers – supposedly my allies – all tell her I’m a ‘giant whore’ while I’m away cleaning, to which she replies ‘I don’t care’. She confides this info to me later. I call them out on it the next night we’re working. In a stern tone, I say: ‘I thought you had my back, I see how it is. Don’t expect any help from me’ and proceed to ignore them the rest of the night. Jealously runs wild, especially with those whose personal life is in the slumps. Things like that are not forgotten, but I accept the challenge of overcoming cockblocking from my own crew.

Anything less would be unbecoming of a man.

Despite everything, we close shop and I drive the sexy brunette back to my place. I put on some music, we have another drink, smoke, and not 10 minutes in she’s stripping without any help from me. I guess she was ready and didn’t want to wait any longer. No foreplay, just straight to blowjob and a good hour of sex (I think). Squirters are fun.

For the curious, here’s our conversation the next day:

Thanks for the fun night! Hope to see u again soon!

Likewise

(2 days later)

So how experimental are you

What do u mean?

Well you’re 20, so kinda down for whatever, so I’m curious. I take it you’re into girls

Yes

Have any you hang out with?

Not really

Want to find one with me

Yea!

To be continued …

PS. To all the cockblockers out there – you know who you are – enjoy my long middle finger while the raw philandering continues. Victory is so much sweeter when haters bite it.

Girl #56 – HB 7.75 – Calibrated Persistence

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Somewhat different for me, this one was over a month in the making. 27 year old brunette, just barely over 5 feet and 100lbs soaking wet, HB 7.75. Could easily pass for 23. She’s a shot girl at the bar I work at. All the guys, especially the ‘higher ups’, try to mack on every cutie to walk through the doors, so I adopted a different strategy – lay back, be the cool dude, and let them come to me. I still initiate, but I take a more passive approach to build interest. It irks girls – particularly hot ones – when everyone is giving them attention except that one guy. I’m that guy.

I saw her a few times but didn’t think much of it. A lot of girls in the bar industry are higher attention seekers than office types, especially the bartenders. Some nights it’s exhausting and I tune it out. One night at work she and another shot girl came up to me, telling me that I’m sexy and asking if I’m single. Of course I’m single. Since she opened me, I figured it was already in the bag, though it took much longer than expected to consummate.

Despite extremely flirty behavior (part of the job), she turned out to be quite conservative and – as she told me – fairly busy. A couple weeks of sporadic back and forth texting followed in an attempt to set up a date. One night after work I walked her out and kiss closed in the parking lot. I had to build some tension and apparently this was just the right amount. For the next few days she kept telling me how I was aggressive and that she ‘doesn’t just sleep with random people’, which I nodded to in agreement while dismissing it.

She finally came over for a quick movie night and I put the moves on, but the LMR was strong and she was adamant about waiting until the next date before letting me finger her. Normally I would press on anyway, but seeing as how we work together and I see her weekly, I decided to indulge her and play the waiting game. What’s to lose?

About a week later I got her committed to a drink date. She got lost on the way over, circled for almost an hour, and was quite aggravated when she made it to my doorstep. Perfect. I look at her and go ‘you look like you could use some drinks’. We took a couple shots and proceeded to my favorite hole in the wall where she promptly got hammered. I always go round for round with girls because a) I’m driving and b) since I weigh a lot more I can handle the liquor.

If you can involve alcohol, do it.

She went into shot girl mode at started hustling everyone for drinks. Not to be outdone, I made the rounds and talked to a few girls in the vicinity, not to induce jealousy, but to build more tension and generally have fun. Made a couple new Facebook friends which – as we all know – can turn into something more at any moment. I also chatted up a bartender I hadn’t seen before to make sure I have a connection for a future night.

I remember her saying ‘you know we’re not having sex tonight right’ a few times, which is code for ‘we’re having sex tonight’. I said ‘of course not’, high fived her, and ordered another round.

Once I saw her stumbling I decided it was time to go. We got back to my place, 0 resistance, and sex ensued. Being the gentleman I am I let her drunk ass spend the night. We’ve talked since and when I see her at work she tells me I’m her ‘dirty little secret’. I’m ok with this, as I have more plundering to do.

I realize there’s little detail to this report, but it was spread out over so many weeks that I would have to take daily notes to recall everything. If there’s a lesson here, it’s that you don’t always have to ‘bust or bust’ right away, especially with girls you’ll see again. On the contrary, with women who are regulars in your life, it’s often better to let a longer seduction simmer.

+1 to the harem.