For the first time since my divorce I’m in a normal relationship.
Perhaps I should define “normal”. I’ve still got my harem which consists of Thai and Jap in London, plus High-T as a fuckbuddy, and Brazil, Greek, Dissident, and ManEater as active but as yet unclosed targets while Estonian Model and Spaniard are long game possibles. I’m on Eurostar as I type to spend a week servicing Frenchie in Paris. Muslim is talking about visiting London again, as is Wonky Fringe. The Croatian Virgin opens me on Facebook every day and Croatian 10 is in long-game irregular rapport chat. I’ll be in Lithuania for a week in January when I’ll meet Painter, Borat, Salsa, Low Esteem and possibly also High Esteem, Squirrel and Newscaster. I expect to fuck at least two of them. Also Finland will be coming round for a bit of action too. There’s another ten girls which are in a looser orbit and may or may not go somewhere.
Despite this I’ve finally met a girl who inspires me to have a normal relationship in which we date, connect, and do all the normal boyfriend-girlfriend things. She’s the Russian catwalk model I picked up in Piccadilly a month ago. A solid ten if ever there was one. Here at Chateau RSG we are all using the beauty / esteem typology and this one is high beauty / high esteem. We are also complimentary opposites in polarity and good complimentary DNA matches. So the theoretical boxes are ticked and we both really enjoy spending time together. There’s a spark there that is extremely rare and I haven’t felt for years.
After the pickup I did some light messaging on Facebook while I was in Croatia, trying to draw her in. Then we had a first date beginning with a pint, then an English tea shop, then my members bar. It went astonishingly well, stretching into six hours, and finishing with a light kiss close. I almost couldn’t believe it because this girl seems too good to be true. I was having some real “I’m not worthy” moments and fortunately had enough game to hold the frame through them. This date was immediately after my first consultation with Skeletor and I told him “I’ve got a first date with a perfect ten. I’ll find a way to fuck it up” yet I managed to not fuck up – quite the opposite cos I smashed the ball out the park.
Second date went even better, beginning with coffee in Covent Garden and then a sunday roast in a pub and on to Bradley’s Spanish Bar where we ended up in a serious makeout. Another six hour date that went perfectly. I was starting to realise this girl adores me and feels lucky to have met me. A ten. Wow. She actually told me that when I kissed her it was the best feeling she’s ever experienced.
Third date was a walk around Camden market in the snow, a few drinks in a bar (the same one I’d gamed the thai barmaid in – I wanted to let Russia preselect me in front of her but unfortunately she wasn’t there) and then an extraction. No f-close even though she desperately wants me to fuck her. She’s angling for the relationship (as am I) so she’s protecting her value. There’s alot more to it than this and I might write about it later.
Current status is she’s gone home for Christmas and is knitting me a sweater with my name on it. She’s fallen head over heels for me and I’m so into her I’m gonna properly date her. The only question is upon which terms?
She knows about the harem and isn’t too enthused by it. She says she understands why I have it and that it’s okay but I’ll need to disband it before we can have a relationship. I’m certain she’s just fronting and will take whatever I offer her but that’s not the point – I’m genuinely thinking I should disband the harem (more on that later in my next post about Skeletor). I’ve actually stopped opening girls while I decide what to do.
I think I have to find closure on the reasons I have my harem. I’ve put lots of work into it and it’s my current mission. My best guess is I’ll knock over four or five girls in the next month and then when Russia comes back I’ll freeze the harem and start dating. I don’t think I’ll be ready for exclusivity until I’ve banged a few more girls.
The fact I’m even considering it makes me feel strange.
NB – I’ve saved all the mails, texts and facebook chats for this one so I have a full trail from the video of the initial pick up to where we are now. I’m holding it back for now.