It’s Saturday morning and I’m headed out early to begin the daygame session of our bootcamp. I’m feeling pretty good. I get on the underground as it’s waiting at the platform for a signal. The carriage is about half full and I see an extremely hot Black Girl sitting down. There’s no seats opposite her so I sit alongside and try to figure out the best opener. Takes a while and I start to wonder. She’s looking very bitchy and unapproachable – which is bullshit but for some reason it makes me stall a bit. I maintain alpha posture and ignore her, not looking her way at all like I’ve got serious shit to ponder. I catch a glimpse of her boobies trying to push out her white too-tight t-shirt. Massive, and on a tall slim girl. Ok, I’m definitely opening. The train pulls out and the driver announces it’ll terminate in a few stops.

This doesn't quite do her £4k charms justice

I look at her, scanning for anything at all about her that is comment-worthy. The only thing is her leopard print handbag.

Me: Excuse me *indicate for her to pull out her headphones, she does and leans in* Okay. There’s no way to say this without it sounding weird so I’m just gonna say it.
Her: *intrigued* uh-huh
Me: That handbag of yours. Do women realise that when men see anything in leopard print – shoes, skirt, whatever – we think of prostitutes?
Her: *gasp* Did you just call me a prostitute?
Me: Um, I guess I did. I didn’t mean to. *doesn’t apologise*
Her: *laughs*

We get off at the last station chatting about stuff as we go up the escalators. The first two minutes she’s reserved and testing my ability to plough. By the time we reach the ticket barriers she’s laughing and having fun. She claims she needs help figuring out how to get the train to her bosses barbeque so I tell her we’ll ask the staff. While we wait for him finish advising a tourist she says “Oh, I’m so tired” and puts her head on my shoulder.

STOP!!!!

*ALARM*

This girl is too into me to be doing this just two minutes into the interaction. I decide she’s deliberately escalating because she’s a dominant forceful woman and therefore the frame is at risk already. I decide to see her and raise her – something I’ll do alot before the night is out.

I push her away and say “hang on, if you’re gonna hug me I have to check you out first” and then cast a slow appraising glance over her while she giggles. I get her to spin then I say “Yeah, you’re hot. Come here” and pull her back in. After another 20 seconds small talk I say “I like your tits” and she loves it.

We get directions then go through the barriers.

Me: I’ve got to meet some friends in five minutes, so this is where we say goodbye  [not asking for number yet]
Her: *throws herself into a big hug on me, tits pushed into my chest*
Me: Woah, steady on. I’m getting a boner
Her: *laughs*
Me: *touches own cock* Yes, definitely a boner. Stop that, I don’t want this when I show up to meet my friends.

I take her number and she suggests meeting tomorrow. I say I’m busy. Another big hug and I tilt her chin up with my finger and lightly kiss close. She’s really jiggling her tits up against me trying to maintain my boner. I let her go.

If she's selling those puppies, I'll have the one with the brown nose

I’m walking away thinking “what the fuck just happened?” It was far too easy. I actually check my wallet is still there. Later on she tells me that she’d seen me get on the tube and thought “he’s cute, I’d do him” and was trying to nudge me to attract attention, checking my hands to see if I was married, and apparently stared full on for ten seconds checking me out while I was looking the other way. Interesting. I’ve been getting way more approach invitations the past month than I ever used to.

This girl is scary hot. Her face is about a 7, but her body is straight out perfect ten. £4,000 worth of false tits performed masterfully by the surgeon, tight round arse that springs like a rubber ball to the touch, long shapely legs, and flat toned stomach. Perfect.

Text game ensues after the bootcamp:

Me 5:33pm – Woken up yet darlin’ ? 😉
Her 5:36pm – Yeah lol, where are you now? x
Me 5:40pm – Back home. Making myself beautiful for a night on the razz. You?
Her 5:45pm – At my boss’s house in [zone 6] for a barbecue… where are you going tonight?? X
Me 5:49pm – Clubbing at [West End Club]. Might be able to squeeze you on the guest list for the birthday party I’m going to there.
Her 5:51pm – Really… only if you’d want me with you?
Me 5:52pm – Yeah, sure. I like you 😛 Full name needed. Is your surname [joke based on her name]?

She confirms and she’s gonna show up about 11pm. Before that I have the new Japanese girl for a few hours and my plan is to get them competing for me in the club.

Monday – Daygaming with Suave. Five instant dates and a Day 2 with a little Japanese pixie girl I kiss closed last week

Tuesday – Day 2 and kiss-close the leggy turk

Wednesday – Solo daygame. Instant date / number close an 18yr old virgin who tells me about her first blowjob. Get a few more numbers

Thursday – No gaming. I’d bought Sonic & Sega All Star Racing

Friday – Second date with Turk. Finger fuck her in Caffe Nero mid-afternoon. Number close a model during bootcamp, bring my Thai over and fuck her.

Saturday – Five minute kiss close of black girl in Tube station on the way to teach daygame seminar. Date her that night and get coke-fuelled blowjob in the street. Also pick up new Jap girl in Starbucks during bootcamp infield and date her that evening before black girl turns up

Sunday – Lazy day. Facebook of Persian girl in M&S food court then f-close the Turk – on video.

Last week or so I’m sitting in Caffe Nero by Covent Garden reading The Fountainhead. It’s a lovely day but I’m not especially in the mood for game. I get a little distracted watching girls walk by on the streets outside because my daygame is at a point now where I feel bad letting a hot girl walk past me unmolested. I need a piss and go find the toilet.

There’s a cute Turkish Girl sitting in a sofa-chair reading her book just three feet from the toilet queue I’m standing in. I look at her, trying to figure out a situational opener. Her eyes droop a little then she lets out a sigh. Bingo.

Me: Hi. Is that book really so boring?
Her: *smile* Well, sort of.
Me: It’s just that I was standing in the queue for the bathroom when I looked over just as your eyelids were drooping and you let out this massive sigh. What is it *knocks up the book with a finger to see the cover*
Her: *laughs, hooks* It’s blah blah blah
Me: Yeah, boring. I sympathise *brief hand on shoulder*

I’m in set ten minutes and it’s all indirect and comfort. The only two SOIs I give her are that I like her long black hair and also the red accessories she’s matched over her mostly black outfit. No sexual intent displayed at all. I take the number and now the main technical goal is to transition to a man-woman frame. Text game ensues that evening:

Me 5:56pm – You’re from Istanbul, right? [assumed familiarity, dominant and direct but relevant]
Her 6:10pm – Yep [waiting to see what I do]
Me: 6:43pm – Cool [she didn’t give back enough to justify a long mail so one-word-game]

Nothing until two days later when I set up the date

Me 12:50pm – Hey Little Miss Mordor 😉 [I’d had a thread about how JRR Tolkien wrote Lord of the Rings about protecting England from the Arabs and that’s why her Turkish name sounds like an Orc leader in the book] I’m gonna be in Covent Garden this afternoon. What are you doing?
Her 1:19pm – Hey i just left covent garden, had some plans with friends today… have a great day x [no counter offer]
Me 8:02pm – Aye [one-word-game and the Roissy way to handle a refused invite]
Her 10:37pm – Is it an irish way? [hmmmm, she is interested]
Me [next day] 2:00pm – Thats almost exactly…. the opposite [playful tease]

A few more texts and two of hers are fishing for me to invite her out again so I do. We meet near Soho and I take her for coffee. The first hour is full of good conversation but she’s cagey about kino for example when I’m crossing my ankle over my knee I let the knee drop to touch her thigh and she waits a few seconds then moves her thigh away. I run my three main routines (i) boxing NLP (ii) kid in church and (iii) Beach walk in Okinawa. All three hit big and she flips into sexual state. Behind us on a sofa is a mid-twenties Italian guy with a petite Italian girl who has unbelievably outsized hooters.

Me: *eyes wandering when target is talking* Sorry. I just have to say… can you keep a secret?
Her: *leans in* yes?
Me: Don’t look now but that Italian couple behind you. She’s totally into him *she was IOIing big time, looked like maybe a third date* She’s a really slim petite girl but she has absoutely massive tits.
Her: *laughs, waits a few seconds then turns around* Yes, she does. I used to know someone at school like that.

It’s raining outside so when I walk her to M&S so I can get a sandwich we share her umbrella and that gets the arm-in-arm and the implicit agreement that this is turning sexual. Then I take her to a quiet pub for more rapport and easy handholding.

Her: This is romantic
Me: What is?
Her: Sitting here, holding hands like this
Me: How about now? *leans in, kiss close*

By the time she goes to work after our two hour date she is completely sold on me. I fuck her a week later on the third date.

It’s Saturday daygame on the bootcamp and I take the students out. Suave, Burto and Moran are along and expecting to be a wing down I invite Jake Turner along to help. We’d met a couple of times and seeing him in set he has the same direct natural style as us and is pretty good. I had two really good demo sets and then met the two Frenchies for a couple of hours. Again the miserable cockblock did her thing so when we adjourned before the evening I rang up Suave to bitch and moan about her. I walk into HMV to get away from the street noise – still on the phone. I see a really hot Brazilian. Slim, tall, olive skinned. I open:

Me: Hey. You’ve got grass all over your back *brushes it off, kino from the off*
Her: Oh, thanks *beaming smile, turns towards me*
Me: I’m gonna guess, you look Brazilian
Her: Wow, yeah!
Me: *Suave can hear all this* Here, my friend on the phone is Brazilian too. Talk to him *hands the phone*

Suave DHVs me down the phone in Portuguese telling her I’m his best friend and to look after me. She’s laughing and loving the moment. I tell Suave I’ll call him back, hang up, and chat to the girl somemore. I move her out of the dvd aisle and after ten minutes bounce her to Starbucks for a coffee that we drink in the park. The set is going fantastic because my state is soaring and everything is coming out naturally. Kino is full of pinging, she’s laughing at everything and within 15 minutes we’re talking about fucking. Stuff like:

Me: Ok, let’s imagine we get married tomorrow. We won’t, obviously, you’re not my type – but let’s just imagine for fun. We are going on our honeymoon. Where would it be?
Her: Maurtius Islands
Me: Ok. We wake up in a beach hut. One of those on stilts. We haven’t fucked yet because I’m making you wait. You’re wearing a bikini. What colour is it?
Her: Red.
Me: Nice. I’m wearing my red speedos. Like in 300. *she laughs* We are playing in the clear blue sea. I’m splashing you, then I carry you around on my back. I keep ducking under water to get you wet. Then we walk along the beach. We write our names in the sand with our toes.
Her: *eyes closed, happy listening noises*
Me: Then I pick you up over my shoulder, slap your arse, throw you down on the sand. And fuck you hard.
Her: *crazy eyes, short of breath*

There’s plenty of push pull. I tell my little-boy-in-church story that melts her heart as expected. I deliberately get diverted in a story then I’m “Hang on. What was I talking about. It definitely wasn’t about us fucking. I don’t talk about fucking – I’m English and shy” She’s lapping it up. After an hour I really have to rush home for my date so I take her number with:

Me: Ok, you’re weird but I like you. We’ll do this properly when I’ve got time. A proper date. And if I like you I’ll kiss you.
Her: Ok. My number is……

Later that night while I’m waiting for the Frenchies in Clapham I initiate text game. I go for assumed familiarity right off the bat:

Me 24/07 10:43pm: Oh man, if you could see the jacket I’m wearing tonight….  [it’s all true, want her visualising]
Her 10:47pm: Hahaha… What would happen? What kind of jacket? [interested]
Me 10:52pm: A badass red leather one. You’d jump me immediately 😛  [playful bad boy posture. Assuming the sale]
Her 10:56pm: OMG! Are you really that humble? lol Have a good one. x  [anytime a girl says you’re confident = it’s on]
Me 25/07 10:53pm: Tomorrow evening is good for me. How about you? [assume the sale but still phrase as question rather than command]
Her 26/07 1:44pm: Hey Krauser! How are you? Sorry, I’m meeting some friends tonight. Can we take a rain chek? x [rejection without counter offer, but she’s qualified so not all bad]
Me 8:32pm: No prob. [the Roissy way to deal with a refused date – text just before the date was about to begin with an “ok” or other similar short response]
Me 29/07 2:41pm: I’m in Paris now! Notre Dame, Eiffel Tower, cheese, wine… It’s all good 😀  [leave it a few days so I’m not the needy beta chaser. DHV and no invitiation]
Her 5:56pm: That’s great! Enjoy Paris then and we’ll have a hot chocolate when you’re back. 😉 x  [elicited the invitation. She’s starting to chase and fit into my calendar – but only the beginnings of this]

It’s Friday around noon and I’ve wandered into town. I’m thinking about day-creeping but not really feeling it. I open a petite Portguese girl who smiles but rushes off to meet a friend. So I wander to Trafalgar Square. I spot a slim 18yr old French girl ambling aimlessly with her camera. The daygame radar trips out so I go direct:

Me: Hi. How’s your English?
Her: I speak English. A little [really well, actually]
Me: Cool. I just noticed you there and I had to come over and talk to you. Because I find you very attractive.
Her: *tee hee etc*

I'm getting a chubby just looking at her

She hooks really easily and I find out later she’s quite the Anglophile. After ten minutes I bounce her into the National Gallery and use the paintings to escalate kino (grabbing her in to look at a picture, ask a question, then push her away – rinse repeat) and verbally by playing a game where we take turns making up a silly background story to each painting. Obviously I pick sexual paintings. After ten minutes there I bounce again, deliberately breaking the rythym

Me: Ok, I’m bored. Let’s go.
Her: Ok.
Me: Do you like Sherlock Holmes?
Her: Yes!
Me: Cool. I’ll show you something.

We sit in the beer garden at the Sherlock Holmes pub and I run deep rapport for an hour and then she has to go for a pre-arranged lunch with her friend who is in London for 2 weeks and doing some job. We swap numbers and she agrees to text when she’s done. I go up to Covent Garden to sit and read in a cafe. Halfway through coffee my girlfriend walks in with her friend. Fuck. I’d told her I was busy today. Fortunately she doesn’t see me and leaves without incident. Frenchie texts and we meet again. Wisdom is in town so he DHVs me while we are watching a street orchestra and then I take the girl to Camden market. While we are standing on a crowded bus the kino is great – I’m leaning back against the side and shes pushed into me, arms around me. I kiss close – very lightly.

Our walk through the market is brief and then we walk along the canal. I throw her over a church wall and kiss her in the cemetary before we are interrupted by the gardner, who chats to us cheerfully for ten minutes. Then we lie down in Primrose Hill and make out big time. She later reveals that was her favourite part of the holiday. She’s only in London for the weekend but I can tell she’s falling for me big time. We arrange to meet up in the evening and her to bring the friend.

Friend turns out to be unattractive and the most persistent, miserable cockblock I’ve ever seen. It’s bootcamp weekend so the RSG boys DHV me in front of the ladies and I take then into On Anon. Seated downstairs we are joined by Smooth who is dating a stripper. The five of us chat and have fun, while Suave and Moran come over occasionally to DHV us both (they are winging students in the club). Frenchie is dripping wet but can’t leave her friend. Ms Cockblock is just sitting there grumpy as fuck but not actively getting in the way. She’s a total spare wheel and knows it but won’t leave and won’t talk when we try to engage her. With my girl having known her since they were toddlers, and staying at her flat, there’s no chance of separating them tonight.

After the club I take them to my member’s bar where we are joined by Burto and his girl. DHVs are flying around. I try to fuck my girl in the toilets but she won’t let me pull her shorts off. Next day I’m teaching bootcamp then on the way home insta-date a Brazilian. On the evening we’re down in Clapham and I meet the two Frenchies at the station. Suave shows up with his Day 2, a Polish girl he pulled in salsa class, and we all jump in a minicab to the bar (my target sitting on my lap). I’m wearing my red Tyler Durden jacket and walk in with the Frenchi on my arm. Immediately an asian party girl opens me complimenting my jacket, so I let her build a nice jealousy plotline over the night as she eyeballs me and flirts from distance. I’m not interest in her but it works well on the target. Dr Becks shows up with an entourage and we all sit outside swapping DHVs. Suave’s girl is massively into him now – how couldn’t she be after all this – so he ends up banging her. I can’t get the cockblock to leave so go home with blueballs.

Frenchie is desperate to meet again and saying she’ll buy a ticket for next month to come alone. I agree, naturally. I see her off at the Eurostar on Sunday and then the next night we are chatting on Facebook to arrange the next visit. I decide I’ll go see her a week later. I’m about to book when she says “Oh fuck! That’s gonna the wrong part of the month. I won’t be able to have sex with you.” Hmmm. I think about the Libyan who is arriving soon and reply “This is really fucking crazy, but….. do you wanna meet tomorrow?” She messages back “YES!”. I book my ticket at midnight, leaving 9am the next day.

I had five simulatneous Facebook chats open with targets this evening. This one with the Korean was the most testing. Remember she’s a virgin and I’d pushed pretty hard and fast in the grand total of two hours we were together. I’d added her to facebook the day after I get back to London. An hour later she accepts and I open the chat with this:

17:13 Me: cool
17:14 Korean: heyy =)=)  back in hometown?
17:15 Me: Whassup :):)  Back in London
17:16 Me: I need some help….
17:16 Korean: for what?
17:16 Me: you have lots of photos….  Where do I find the ones of you in a bikini?
17:17 Korean: looool.  it wouldn’t be funny if i told you   XP
17:17 Me: C’mon! You’ve got hundreds of photos :(:(
17:18 Korean: hahaha
17:19 Korean: the hint: what’s the name of a famous town in south of france?
17:19 Me: Milan?
17:19 Korean: that’s Italy =_=
17:20 Me: Hang on, found a couple
17:23 Me: Nice, right?
17:23 Korean: bingo!
17:23 Me: Disappointing. Can’t see your tits
17:24 Korean: ;P
17:24 Me: Send me a better one pls
17:25 Korean: ha! if you send me photos of you in bikini i’ll think about it
17:26 Me: Your dad still there?
17:26 Korean: nope he left yesterday
17:27 Korean: i gotta go.  good bye mr pervert! XD

Disappointingly tame

So far so good. Maintaining the sexual frame and playing with it. But seeing as she’s in a different country and a rather tough close, I figure I might as well leap off at the deep end and continue field testing my “I was just thinking about you” chat routine. Two days later she pops up online:

19:52 Me: I was just thinking about you
19:53 Korean: =)=)  how are you doing?
19:54 Me: Can I be rude?
19:54 Korean: it’s not like if it was new lol.   i’m all ears
19:54 Me: I suddenly thought about fucking you
19:56 Korean: ha…  ecchi
19:56 Me:  Sukebe.  Really  …. I’m having a facebook chat with a girl right now
19:56 Korean: sukebe?
19:56 Me: And she’s telling me about her favourite sex.  sukebe = pervert (in Japanese).  Then you came online, and I suddenly thought.  “Hmmmm. Didn’t fuck Korean. I wonder if she’s good”
19:57 Korean: loooooool.   you’ll never =p
19:58 Me: Yeah I will. It’ll just take a little time.  Have you got a good imagination?
19:58 Korean: it depends
19:59 Me: Tell me how you’d like your first sex to be
20:01 Korean: euhhh normal
20:01 Me: Start from the beginning.  Where does it begin?
20:03 Korean: i didn’t thought about details but i’t like him to be experienced
20:03 Me: please continue…..
20:03 Korean: wait a sec
20:06 Korean: don’t tell me your masturbating =_=
20:06 Me: No. Are you?
20:07 Korean: no.  never did
20:07 Me: Really? :O  You should
20:08 Korean: lool yeah i’ll try some day
20:08 Me: It’s good to learn how you get pleasure. Especially for girls. Men are simple for sex. Each girl is a little but different so I have to learn what they like
20:10 Korean: humm true but that’s why i’d like to have a boyfriend who can teach me XP
20:12 Me: Yeah, every girl needs a man who can first teach her.  It’s much better than having rubbish sex for years through trial and error
20:13 Korean: it sounds like it comes from experience
20:14 Me: True. Ok, I’ll describe how we’ll fuck
20:15 Korean: how I will fuck with my future boyfriend   =p
20:16 Me: Whatever.   So you’ve arrived in London and we’ve had a date. We’ve walked along the river in the evening, and then had a drink in a blues bar
20:16 Korean: yes
20:18 Me: We’ve spent about four hours having fun, but we’ve started touching and holding strong serxual eye contact.  So we go back to my place
20:20 Korean: yep
20:20 Me: Just before I open the door, I push you against it and kiss you. Kiss harder than you expect
20:21 Korean: like that part
20:21 Me: Yeah, but I won’t feel your tits there.  and you’re not allowed to touch my cock yet
20:22 Korean: well i don’t care XP
20:22 Me: Then I open the door and carry you inside. We are laughing. I carry you to the bedroom and throw you onto the bed
20:23 Me: I kiss you again, but very lightly. I don’t touch you with anything except my lips. I tell you to take off your t-shirt and shorts. So you are in your underwear. I look at you. Enjoying the female shape of your body
Am I talking to myself here?
20:25 Korean: i’m listening.   or reading
20:26 Me: Tell me when you like things. Or make a suggestion.
20:29 Korean: well honestly i have no idea for the fucking part i’ve never tried so i don’t even know what i can suggest
20:30 Me: Just tell me what sounds like something you’d like, or suggest small changes
OK, so where are you in this…..
20:31 Korean: what do you mean by where am i in this?
20:32 Me: On my bed. So I’m looking at your body.  I take off my t-shirt and jeans. and lie next to you. I kiss you harder now. And grab your tits. You are breathing very heavy, your heart beating fast
20:34 Me: You try to grab my cock but I don’t let you
20:34 Korean: i don’t think i’ll do that =_=;;
20:36 Me: You’d be surprised what you do when you get really passionate. The animal comes out. It’s ALOT of fun
20:36 Korean: haha
20:37 Me: Are we at the bit where you are allowed to grab my cock?
20:38 Korean: if i’m not mistaken yes
20:38 Me: Ok, so you’re imagining the scene?
20:39 Korean: let’s say that i’m trying
20:39 Me: So would you want to grab my cock now?
20:39 Korean: no
20:39 Me: What would you want?
20:40Korean: with you?
20:40 Me: Yes, at this moment in the fantasy
20:41 Korean: nothing…
20:42 Me: Passively waiting. Learning?
20:43 Korean: we’re not at the same level sexually speaking, and i think i had a good time with you but i won’t like to go further than that
20:43 Me: Haha, we’re just doing a fantasy here
20:44 Korean: well fantasy means that you think about it.  and i don’t…
20:45 Me: No prob. Was just trying to have a little fun with you
20:46 Korean: =p
20:47 Me: I’m fine with being friends, even without the sex
20:47 Korean: hahaha something tells me that you’re partially lying
20:48 Me: Let me be very clear.  can I do that?
20:48 Korean: please
20:49 Me: 1) I find your manner very pleasing. You are very open and seem honest. 2) I find you sexually attractive. 3) Your sexual innocence makes you more attractive, not less. 4) I am seeing a few girls. It’s no big deal if I don’t fuck you. I’d like to, and we’d both enjoy it – but I get sex already without you
therefore
I can be friends with you but don’t need to fuck you. But I’m a man, so I’ll still try occasionally. ok?
20:53 Korean: good. my turn!
20:53 Me: ok
20:54 Korean: 1) i appreciate your honest and direct side that must be why i’m still staying in contact with you
20:57 Korean: 2) nevertheless even if i’m quite adventurous i don’t think i’ll fuck with you because i don’t think it’s necessary too appreciate your company and i just don’t feel it
3) so friends would be perfect
20:59 Korean: oh and thanks for all the compliments i’m really flattered and quite surprised
21:00 Korean: you’re handsome too i particularly like your blue eyes but without being rude you’re too old for me XD
21:00 Me: No problem. Each one is speciific to you. I don’t say them to every girl
For sure. We aren’t getting married.
21:01 Korean: wow thank god haha
21:02 Me: Look,
I’m not looking to pressure you. I’m not looking to tie you into a relationship. I’m not looking for any commitment. I attract girls because they like me. I do things with girls because they like doing them with me. That’s how it is. So you do what you like. I do what I like. When those are the same things, we do them together
That’s all.
But I think you know that
21:05 Korean: yes. I just wanted to make it clear between us
21:06 Me; Cool. Can we stop being serious now?
21:07 Korean: lol i was waiting for that
21:07 Me: Tell me a joke
21:08 Korean: wow let me think about it ;;
21:08 Me: …
21:09 Korean: ahhh dammit sorry i don’t know many jokes
21:09 Me: Here’s one. Iron Man is a superhero. Iron Woman is a command.
21:10 Korean: yup
21:20 Me: Just booked a flight to Lithuania  😀
21:20 Korean: that’s fast! lol.  going on another crazy trip with your friends?
21:21 Me: Yeah. You saw the photos on my Facebook of the last one?
21:21 Korean: nope wait.  ahhhhhhh francee! XD

Define "innocence"

So what, my dear readers, is your considered opinion? I reckon optimum strategy is to back off for a week then run comfort game with just a light sprinking of sexualisation. Keep that going until we have deep rapport, and then let her come to me. It’s a tough one but the fact she’s still hanging around means she’s available. I think it’s her ASD and social conditioning holding her back and it’s my job to navigate her through the minefield towards the fucking she so richly deserves.