I bang my first 26 year old Suriname intern

August 3, 2013
krauserpua

What begins with T, ends with T, and is full of T?

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You were going to say “teapot” weren’t you?

Last Saturday I’m walking through town with Bhodi doing my usual thing. It’s hot and the upcoming rainstorms haven’t hit. After wading through the usual clusters of PUAs I find myself walking along the grand boulevard leading to Buckhingham Palace. It’s not actually a good daygame venue because its too isolated, too quiet, and single girls are very few and far between. But I wanted a break from the crowds so there we are. I spot a lone girl on the opposite side of the road and chase her down.

This look, but less hot

This look, but less hot

There’s not much of note happening in the ten minutes we talk. She’s a mousey cute girl with wop hair and nice-girl clothes that don’t show any skin despite the hot sunny weather. I notice two large mounds under her sweater that betray some serious breast size. She lived a long time in Holland. I ask if she has a boyfriend:

Her: No but there’s someone I like

Me: Someone you’re seeing or trying to date?

Her: We know each other but it’s more like I’m trying

We exchange numbers and a plan to meet for tea early in the week. I play the text game quite low key because it wasn’t a teasing set nor a strong hook:

Me: Hey. It was nice to meet you 🙂

Her: It was nice meeting you as well!

Me: [late next evening] Just finished a BBQ. Five burgers 🙂 I love summer in London! How are you?

Her: [early morning] Hi, didn’t see your message until late last night. I’m well. Sounds like you overdosed on meat! Best, [name]

Me: I’m on a beef and eggs diet… and whisky 🙂 you hard at work?

Me: Probably making cheese in your windmill

Her: Sounds like alot of protein. My activities right now are not quite as romantic as preparing food in idyllic surroundings unfortunately: I’m at the laundrette, does count as work though. You?

Me: Stealing clothes from the dryer and selling them in Camden market? I’m shocked and appalled.

Me: But mostly shocked :O

Me: I’m writing and sipping coffee 🙂 relaxing day

Her: Well, that’s just Monday. On Tuesdays I usually hang around Victoria station, trying to run off with other people’s luggage. What are you writing?

Me: Just some ideas on psychology. I forget, are you a tea or coffee girl?

Her: Tea, preferably green or herbal. With biscuits. Very important.

Me: Yes. Very important. How about tomorrow, 6pm?

Her: Ok, where?

it begins....

it begins….

So that’s all plain sailing and we meet in Trafalgar then so straight to the cafe inside the National Gallery for tea. She’s dressed nice but still covering all her skin. She’s definitely not planning first date sex because her makeup, hair and clothes just don’t give off any sexual vibe. She’s…. nice. We spend a pot of tea sitting opposite on some rickety wooden chairs while I run the usual rapport, keeping it light with just mild spikes about her nice hair and fingernails. Then I walk her across the road to an English pub so we sit on some high stools against a wall. Second venue is time to amp it up so I’m doing incidental kino and turning the conversation to be more intrusive and mildly sexual. She goes with all of it. She’s quite a smart girl so the intellectual mastery just rolls off the tongue. There’s a key moment where I see her look and body language change – she’s definitely into me, sexually. Now we are almost two hours in but it doesn’t seem right to kiss.

How I imagine Suriname

How I imagine Suriname

I walk her another five minutes to a dark lounge bar in Covent Garden that has lots of dark booths in the back. She orders a full glass of wine again so I’m heartened by her intention to get buzzed. We’re sitting side by side and it’s all amber lights. The question game goes on for over an hour during which I learn she’s had sex with three men and hasn’t had a dick in her for two years. I go for the kiss and suddenly the vibe screeches like fingernails drawn down a blackboard.

Her: No, I don’t feel it

Me: What do you mean?

Her: I don’t feel like I want to kiss you.

Me: Ok. No rush.

Her: And what if I never feel like it? [spoken like a precious princess]

Me: Then that’s also ok. But I’m not going to be your friend. I’m on this date because I’m attracted to you as a woman.

The air thickens with discomfort so I just punish her covertly. I don’t talk, I let my gaze wander to the other patrons, and I slowly sip my pint. I don’t want to call her out and be all reactive but I also want to show her I’m comfortable with awkwardness and I have boundaries. After five minutes she makes some tentative attempts to restart the conversation which I accept. I’m expecting her to make her excuses and leave as she finishes her wine but instead she gets up and says “do you want a pint of the same?” and gets a round in.

Ok, that was a major moment. She tried a reflexive LJBF and got smashed. Now it’s on.

As the next drink goes down things get dirtier and steamier. She’s talking about 50 Shades of Grey, I’m constantly telling her I’m looking at her breasts, and of course we kiss. She really throws herself into it so I break my usual rule and mash her breasts a bit. It’s very on but she’s unravelling under the pressure of it. It’s like two years of celibacy and she can no longer control her hindbrain. I start seeding the extraction telling her we should get a nightcap at my place for tequila. She’s become very timid now. At about midnight it seems as on as it ever will be. We finish our drinks and I pretty much tell her we are getting a nightcap. She goes to the bathroom while I flag a cab.

Five minutes pass. She doesn’t show

Ten minutes pass. I’m apologising to the taxi driver for making him wait so long but I know that if he leaves and it takes more than thirty seconds to flag the next one, then the lay is gone.

Finally she emerges with teary eyes. She tells me she’s been crying. I push her into the taxi.

For a while it’s going fine as she’s completely cowed by my presence but as we get to Goodge Street she’s piping up that she’s uncomfortable and wants to get out. I ignore the first two squeaks but she’s insistent so I tell the cab to stop. We get out at Great Portland Street and spend just five minutes standing and hugging. It’s so weird. She really wants to have sex but is just overwhelmed by it all, especially being so fast. So I ease off and don’t sexualise for the next half hour as we sit on some stone steps outside the station. I know what she wants I just have to calm her down until she’s ready.

Before long she’s relaxed and we are talking normally. For reasons I don’t quite know I just reach into her top and start feeling her breasts. She doesn’t mind but just sits there unreactive. Then we are chatting again. Finally about an hour after we sat down she just breaks the conversation and says: “I think I’d like that tequila now”

Taxi!

Back in my house it’s easy. She pours herself a few shots for courage and then takes it like a trooper. +1, new flag and the pride of creating something from nothing. Then when its all over we go downstairs and share a cup of tea in the garden until her taxi arrives.

It ends.....

It ends…..

Learning points

  • Forebrain/hindbrain conflict is real. This girl really wanted sex but put herself under enormous pressure by making such a big deal of it.
  • You have to surf her emotions at times, knowing when to ease off and when to push.
  • Good girls still want to fuck. The longer its been since they did, the more amenable they are to you.

*or a TRT shot, I guess….

30 Comments

  1. So many great learnings in this and a reaffirmation of some things I did that ended up working but I didn’t realize what I was doing at the time

    1) women’s emotions are like a typhoon, and just because she’s saying she won’t kiss you, she’s still there so it means she trying to figure it out. One minute she’s into it, then logic takes over, then she’s in conflict, then it’s resolved. Meantime you didn’t interfere or argue or try to convince. I get that “what do you mean?” is engaging without betraying that you care. “Why? I think would have been needy.

    2) Judge women by what they do not what they say.

    3) The parrying of the LJBF ploy was a shit-test that was expertly handled. You were put in a position of nothing to lose by going direct. Tell her you want to fuck her at that point and she can either leave or stay. She stayed.

    This awesome post fills in a lot of great gaps for me. I have 2 OK Cupid dates tomorrow and next week. This helps.

  2. These are much more useful than the case studies we did in business school……

    We have all faced this stuff and will continue to face some versions of it. Nice to know how to properly handle it because when you have the frame wrong, every reaction will be off.

    This in particular was absolutely golden, not only in how this particular situation is dealt with, but since it’s so consistent with the regular garbage/shit tests we get on a regular basis, but this was a big one:

    qte
    Her: No, I don’t feel it

    Me: What do you mean?

    Her: I don’t feel like I want to kiss you.

    Me: Ok. No rush.

    Her: And what if I never feel like it? [spoken like a precious princess]

    Me: Then that’s also ok. But I’m not going to be your friend. I’m on this date because I’m attracted to you as a woman.

    The air thickens with discomfort so I just punish her covertly. I don’t talk, I let my gaze wander to the other patrons, and I slowly sip my pint. I don’t want to call her out and be all reactive but I also want to show her I’m comfortable with awkwardness and I have boundaries. After five minutes she makes some tentative attempts to restart the conversation which I accept. I’m expecting her to make her excuses and leave as she finishes her wine but instead she gets up and says “do you want a pint of the same?” and gets a round in.

    Ok, that was a major moment. She tried a reflexive LJBF and got smashed.

    Thanks

  3. I also took this away since I am going on 2 mos in daygame and struggling with how to run text game :

    qte

    Me: Hey. It was nice to meet you

    Her: It was nice meeting you as well!

    Me: [late next evening] Just finished a BBQ. Five burgers I love summer in London! How are you?

    unqte

    For me the learning point is that when you got a response from her you didn’t reply until ‘late the next evening’ . In other words you did not show any eagerness/neediness in that situaiton (like I would have, probably). You didn’t jump on the bait.

    • Watch Jon Matrix video on texts…basically you send first text where you flip the script and remind her specifics of the interaction. “Hello skydiver Jane, was it the Prague weather or are you always so friendly to people?” non needy! Then 2-3 ping texts…let’s say over a week…max 1 reaction to her response. Then text when you invite her out. You must tell her. “Let’s meet at…at 8 pm”. That’s it. No need for mastery in textgame. Things happen in the field or at your bed.

  4. Suriname, eh? I wonder what kinds of patriarchial/feminist attitudes they have there. Impressive, I probably would have thrown in the towel after she started crying.

  5. re the video:
    I’m stunned by the cinematic artistry of the recurring shots of the teddy bear;
    the deep symbolism of this leitmotif, making this the Citizen Kane of surreptitious videos of sex.
    Plus the teddy bear was kinda hot. So was it a three way then?
    Why didn’t you tell us how you seduced the teddy bear?
    My stuffed animal game is weak.

    … but seriously, thanks for another good post.

  6. Krauser have you ever had a girl tell you not to touch her or that she doesn’t like to be touched? Ever turn it around? [Never a “don’t touch”. If it ever happens I’ll immediately turn my back and walk away. K.]

  7. i think the girl in the vid is hotter than the photo!

  8. This was good. Bravo on telling her why you are on a date with her, as not to be friends. And the extra bravo for dealing with the crying stuff so well. I personally would of done the boundary thing, as I do a lot, but I probably would of buckled under the crying part lol. A lot of it is intuitive, as you play well I think.

  9. Did I just watch K bang this broad. PROOF. Damn, I got more than proof, I got an erection

  10. Nice work Nick.

    I was there as well last week. Shame I didn’t bump into you.
    My story was pretty funny as I approached 2 stunning Australian sisters from a Swedish heritage and ended up getting amoged by a wasp, which blew the set completely.

    Today though was a great day and was possibly my best day yet = 4 approaches, 2 instant dates and 1 k-close.

    I could have SNL’d them both but due to shit logistics, failed to take it all the way. I’m going to try and push for the close with one of them who’s currently staying in a nearby hotel with her dad in the heart of Oxford street 😉

    The biggest takeaway I got from my game today was ironically from another set of day gamers who according to them, approached 25 girls with ‘no closes’ It complete blew my mind.

    Moral of the story is – Push each set as far as it will go and to keep your eye on the prize.

  11. For those who tune in too late: the vid showed a merry big breated Surinami (?) straddling our hero while a quiet panda ponders the sence of it all.

    The proof is very much in the pudding.

  12. “Then that’s also ok. But I’m not going to be your friend. I’m on this date because I’m attracted to you as a woman.”

    hell yeah. great line.

    i’m attracted to you as a woman, that’s why i’m here.

    gotta practice that one.

  13. Krauser

    I know the raison d’etre of your blog is sharing your experiences and knowledge of bedding women, but I’m curious about how you manage the expectations of those that, having been deflowered, might want something more long-term.

    What strategies, if any, do you use to communicate that you adhere to a dump-n-pump policy?

  14. Delete my previous comment will you Nick, I forgot that WP hates the hypertext tag signs. What I wanted to say was:

    The panda is true fan service for the old timers…bravo!

    Her: No, I don’t feel it
    Alex: (pregnant pause)
    Alex: (tazering her and then going for kiss close with full compliance)
    Alex:….you were saying?…

    Always bring a tazer to a D2 for when girls say stupid things like this. We have out fathers and grandfathers to blame for stupid uterances like this coming out of girl’s mouths. They really dropped the ball on female emancipation and we are having to pick up the shit.

    Reply

  15. Haha the Panda is back!! LOL

  16. K, do you actually enjoy summmer in London? Can’t stand it myself, the tube in particular is awful.

    Also, do you have any comparisons of gaming and girls between London and the north? Thinking of moving.

  17. Good post man. Thank you for sparing us an image of KrauserKock, btw. Very nice rack on the girl.

  18. I think it would be helpful if you also did some failed dates/field reports. What went wrong, mistakes made, etc. I know you did do a post not too long about about some approaches that didn’t work out. But I was thinking more of like dates that didn’t work out and what you think may have gone wrong. This way guys can’t maybe learn from the mistakes. While your lay report are entertaining you make it seem just too easy and maybe at this point in your life it is – for you.

  19. Awesome.
    Had a date last friday and had a similar situation, didn´t get the lay that night, but I´m still on, and this might be extremely useful in the weeks to come, thanks for posting this.
    This two particular moments were strikingly similar in my date:

    Her: No, I don’t feel it
    Me: What do you mean?
    Her: I don’t feel like I want to kiss you.
    Me: Ok. No rush.
    Her: And what if I never feel like it? [spoken like a precious princess]
    Me: Then that’s also ok. But I’m not going to be your friend. I’m on this date because I’m attracted to you as a woman.

    I merely threw my hands at her and she resisted, she didn´t seem to be put off at all I rather think she came to enjoy it, alpha sexual intent and all that… also I dont have Krauser´s level of experience and finesse.

    Also this:
    Before long she’s relaxed and we are talking normally. For reasons I don’t quite know I just reach into her top and start feeling her breasts. She doesn’t mind but just sits there unreactive. Then we are chatting again.

    comfort chat, bla bla bla, and dropped me the blueprint she wants me to follow for her to surrender herself, Nice breasts though, I absolutely love lycra tops.

    “I think I’d like that tequila now”

    LOL, epic line.

  20. The Vimeo Link seems dead…great LR though….

  21. Solid work. That is all.

  22. Awww too late to see man in action (and that panda), video is not available 🙂

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