To call or not to call

if  Shakespeare were around, he would know that that is the question. There’s a certain magic to getting a number – it’s a stat, really. But the day after it’s too soon, the day after that it’s “maybe tomorrow” and then maybe tomorrow becomes “whatever”. Thing is, if I really like a girl, I’ll give a sign of life the day after. If I don’t, the only way she’ll hear anything is if I’m horny.

Of course, this is not to say that she wants to hear anything at all, but since when do I care about what she wants?

Working leads

As mentioned in my previous post I’d been distracted. So I went out and got some leads.

I can officially say that,

A) Mid-week is the best time to go out and

B) Mid-week is the best time to go out and meet girls.

Friday and Saturday is when you find all the office drones from all over town who conglomerate to the Entertainment District for what they consider to be “going out.”  Tuesdays and Wednesdays you got locals, late day workers, and people who are out not because it’s something to do, but because they want to have a good time!

This makes a huge difference, it largely eliminates flakes and asshole dickheads. The field is a lot more playful and you’ll find everybody is much more receptive.

The previous Friday three of us went to a an old favourite that has sadly become bastardized by a young crowd and bad music. We were lured by Bo’s promise of a friend with hot friends and he semi-delivered as the friends were semi-hot.  No matter, I immediately got on really well with a cute Japanese girl and the rest of the night was spent in very amicable banter. I can’t even say I was running game, she seemed to really like me so it would have been bad taste and just a bit of overkill on my part.

We went out for a beer a few days later and had a nice little chat. I find her to be a remarkable girl; very open and genuine and friendly. These are not traits that are common in the modern woman, but since I’m a firm believer in everybody being fucked up, I’m looking forward to discovering her idiosyncracies (or am I?) We saw each other a couple of days later when she came over. I made dinner (yes, im that good), we had some wine and then I smashed her really hard. As an experience it was memorable, I’ve never had such good first time sex.

I woke up the next day with that night’s date in mind. This was a girl I met midweek, two days before meeting Bo’s group.

I’m not going to go into much detail. We had dinner, went to her place, watched some TV, made out and then fucked. It was also good sex but not as good as the night before, nevertheless, it really proved that this lead hunting serves a purpose.

Now I got two, sometimes three, girls in rotation. I could have more but frankly I’m too busy. Unless you’re a traveling athlete, a rapper, a billionaire shipping magnate or some other rich chump who doesn’t need to work for his smashes, 3 girls is plenty more than enough. The rotation strategy works well because as one fades away a new one can be added in seamlessly.

Yes, the leads did pay off. I’m getting some very good regular sex and the variety is keeping things spicy.

This sucks

I’ve been so overworked, overtired, and just plain brutalized that I haven’t been focusing on the important things in life; women and sex.

Seriously, this is an issue that I’ve been avoiding but I gotta get my head right. I just don’t write anymore, and you know why? It’s not because there’s nothing to write about, but there’s nothing worth writing about! I can’t write of successes or failures because I haven’t had to deal with either for a couple of weeks now.

To be honest, I think complacency has also played a part – that beautiful Brazilian has really raised the bar. I refuse to downgrade, and let’s be honest, you don’t come accross easy-to-bed 9s everyday. It’s also a bit sad considering that I don’t take my own advice “When single be merciless…” I’m being anything but.

I need to give this blog a reason to exist. I think I’m going to have to give it a few reasons….