Mike32ct
Master Don Juan
- Joined
- Oct 22, 2007
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Introduction:
As you guys know, I'm a major late bloomer. No action until 28. Then, I got VERY very active in the game until about age 35. I did quite well and learned a TON of useful tips by trial and error. I share them with you guys whenever I can.
After 35, maybe it was just a bad luck streak or whatever, but I started striking out big time. In person. Online. Older women. Younger women. Nothing worked anymore. My confidence and mojo were destroyed. I went almost two years without a full close of any kind. (I only had an HJ from a Canadian broad to show for it during that time lol.)
I honestly thought I was completely done and washed up. I blamed my age, bald spot (that I've had for 6 years lol), height at 5'10" lol, and everything else I could think of.
But I knew deep down that I wasn't done. I just HAD to get my mojo back.
Living in New England doesn't help either. It's mostly a social circle place and not too friendly.
To be honest, the lion's share of the action I've gotten has been on vacation or business trips. When I'm out of state, I can do pretty well.
Anyway, I had a long talk with my friend Jay, one of the best naturals I've ever known. He said, "Mike, there's nothing wrong with you. You just need to FLIP THE SWITCH, i.e. turn on the power." I let that sink in for a while.
I was planning on going to Vegas anyway for vacation, so I figured that is the time "Flip the switch" and destroy this MF-in dry spell.
Mike32ct looks out his window to the southwest and thinks to himself, "It's time to get my mojo back. It's only 2,900 miles to the elevator..."
By the way, I will NOT discuss which hotel/casino or which bars. Which specific places I stayed at or am staying or gone to, is private. Please don't ask.
Anyway, I arrived at the 702 (Vegas) on Friday. I went to my favorite bar here. The bartender chick remembered me from way back. We talked for a while. She asked me what was new. I told her I was taking ballroom dancing. She was fascinated since she has some dance background too.
In the corner of my eye, I'm still watching the bar. I see what appears to be a lone wolf in disguise. She's sitting next to two girls. But ONLY the two girls are talking to each other. My gut feeling is this lone wolf is sitting next to them so she doesn't look alone. Anyway, I vowed to approach her after I got my drink. Big mistake.
Once I got my drink, I look over and she's gone. Her receipt is by her drink. She cashed out and left. I was correct. She wasn't with the other two girls. I didn't approach the two girls. Way too young and a long shot.
Tried some other bars, but no bites or suitable targets. My target type is the mature business traveler woman.
Continued Saturday night. Was striking out, getting blown out, and even having women get up as soon as I sat down. My confidence was lower than it ever could be. But I knew that didn't matter. I was on a mission.
Sunday night, I go to this other bar. I started chatting up this Aussie HB8. She was quite friendly and into me. But her brother arrives and we all talk a bit. Then they both leave. I wanted her number to text later, but felt weird number closing her in front of family. I chickened out.
So I go this ultra lounge. I opened this Canadian HB8. She's from Nova Scotia and is VERY friendly. (Of course her friend is a c*nt, but you can't win them all.) My girl and I are cuddling, laughing and having a great time. She jokes that she came to Vegas looking for a husband. I told her we can go to the E l v is Ch ap e l for $300 lol. A few drinks later, she's getting really "friendly." Her c*ckblocking friend takes her away. MF-er !!!!
I returned to my room to take a break and clear my head. I remember again what Jay said. "Just flip the F-in switch."
I changed my outfit. Grabbed my Bughaci (sp?) shirt, TR jeans, and Zara suede shoes. I unbottoned the second button my shirt which I never do. (Thanks f283000!)
Now I'm on a man on a F-in mission. I go to another bar. I see this MILF looking around. I walk by to see what her eyes do. She looks to the side. So she's either on the fence about me, or just avoiding me because she's not interested. I almost chickened out and ejected because I assumed the worst. I'm mean, I COULD approach and open and TRY. But I wanted to "get a drink first." On second thought, F that. I know how well that works lol.
Time to man up and go for the re-approach...
Mike: So you enjoying Vegas?
HB7: It's not really my thing.
HB7: Some coworkers dragged me here. They're off gambling.
Mike: So what do you do?
HB7: English teacher.
Mike: <Ding ding ding. We have a winner in the casino lol.>
Mike: I'll make sure I use "may" and "might" properly lol.
HB7: Or lie, lay, lain lol.
Mike: I'm more a math and science type, but I have a deep appreciation for language.
HB7: I can see that.
Mike: <Kino-ing her arm here and there as we chat>
<Lenghty nerdy discussion about this history of English with kino at the same time. She loved it. I won't torture you guys with the details. >
<Her body turns towards me with her legs open. Yep, she is soo DTF, it's not even funny.>
Mike: I like dance too. I'm taking ballroom.
HB7: OMG no way?
Mike: I'll show you a few turns.
<There is no music at the bar but who cares?>
<Takes both her hands. Did some very trivial merengue stuff. Then inside turn with both hands (called the C u d d le) and outside turn with both hands (called the H a m mer Lo ck)>
HB7: WOW. You are good.
<We sit back down. Chat more.>
Mike: This place is boring. Let's go for a walk.
<Later standing above the Strip, she asks if I'm gonna kiss her.>
<Heavy makeout>
Random girl walks by.
Random Girl: EWW. You two should get a room.
Random Guy: Shut the F up b*tch. This is Vegas. They can do whatever they want.
Mike: LOL LOL <Laughing hysterically>
Mike: Anyway, where were we? Oh yeah, I love the view from here.
HB7: Me too, it's lovely.
Mike: The one from my room is fantastic. You can see most of the city.
HB7: Are you inviting me to your room?
Mike: Yep. You teachers are pretty sharp lol.
HB7: I don't have my plaid skirt LOL, but let's go.
Mike: Can you put on glasses first lol?
HB7: You're soo bad....
<Walk hand in hand back to the casino.>
<In the distance, is the ELEVATOR. It's been waiting for Mike32ct all along.>
<Pushed the up button. The door opens. Grabbed her hand, walked in, and hit the number of my floor. The door closes.>
<Get to my room. Show her the view.>
HB7: How would like a bl*wjob in from of the Strip?
Mike: I thought we were going to talk about English grammar. I'm still confused about the past progressive tense, i.e. I was walking, lol.
HB7: hahaha. STFU while I undo your pants LOL.
Mike: You teachers are direct lol.
HB7: This is MY CLASS.
< I got the BJ to end ALL BJs. She was amazing.>
HB7: I like giving BJs.
<Long drawn out dirty talk>
HB7: Are you gonna F me or what?
<Mike will take that as consent.>
<F-ed three times. Destroyed dry spell.>
Thank you. This concludes the field report. Please exit to the right and visit us again!
As you guys know, I'm a major late bloomer. No action until 28. Then, I got VERY very active in the game until about age 35. I did quite well and learned a TON of useful tips by trial and error. I share them with you guys whenever I can.
After 35, maybe it was just a bad luck streak or whatever, but I started striking out big time. In person. Online. Older women. Younger women. Nothing worked anymore. My confidence and mojo were destroyed. I went almost two years without a full close of any kind. (I only had an HJ from a Canadian broad to show for it during that time lol.)
I honestly thought I was completely done and washed up. I blamed my age, bald spot (that I've had for 6 years lol), height at 5'10" lol, and everything else I could think of.
But I knew deep down that I wasn't done. I just HAD to get my mojo back.
Living in New England doesn't help either. It's mostly a social circle place and not too friendly.
To be honest, the lion's share of the action I've gotten has been on vacation or business trips. When I'm out of state, I can do pretty well.
Anyway, I had a long talk with my friend Jay, one of the best naturals I've ever known. He said, "Mike, there's nothing wrong with you. You just need to FLIP THE SWITCH, i.e. turn on the power." I let that sink in for a while.
I was planning on going to Vegas anyway for vacation, so I figured that is the time "Flip the switch" and destroy this MF-in dry spell.
Mike32ct looks out his window to the southwest and thinks to himself, "It's time to get my mojo back. It's only 2,900 miles to the elevator..."
By the way, I will NOT discuss which hotel/casino or which bars. Which specific places I stayed at or am staying or gone to, is private. Please don't ask.
Anyway, I arrived at the 702 (Vegas) on Friday. I went to my favorite bar here. The bartender chick remembered me from way back. We talked for a while. She asked me what was new. I told her I was taking ballroom dancing. She was fascinated since she has some dance background too.
In the corner of my eye, I'm still watching the bar. I see what appears to be a lone wolf in disguise. She's sitting next to two girls. But ONLY the two girls are talking to each other. My gut feeling is this lone wolf is sitting next to them so she doesn't look alone. Anyway, I vowed to approach her after I got my drink. Big mistake.
Once I got my drink, I look over and she's gone. Her receipt is by her drink. She cashed out and left. I was correct. She wasn't with the other two girls. I didn't approach the two girls. Way too young and a long shot.
Tried some other bars, but no bites or suitable targets. My target type is the mature business traveler woman.
Continued Saturday night. Was striking out, getting blown out, and even having women get up as soon as I sat down. My confidence was lower than it ever could be. But I knew that didn't matter. I was on a mission.
Sunday night, I go to this other bar. I started chatting up this Aussie HB8. She was quite friendly and into me. But her brother arrives and we all talk a bit. Then they both leave. I wanted her number to text later, but felt weird number closing her in front of family. I chickened out.
So I go this ultra lounge. I opened this Canadian HB8. She's from Nova Scotia and is VERY friendly. (Of course her friend is a c*nt, but you can't win them all.) My girl and I are cuddling, laughing and having a great time. She jokes that she came to Vegas looking for a husband. I told her we can go to the E l v is Ch ap e l for $300 lol. A few drinks later, she's getting really "friendly." Her c*ckblocking friend takes her away. MF-er !!!!
I returned to my room to take a break and clear my head. I remember again what Jay said. "Just flip the F-in switch."
I changed my outfit. Grabbed my Bughaci (sp?) shirt, TR jeans, and Zara suede shoes. I unbottoned the second button my shirt which I never do. (Thanks f283000!)
Now I'm on a man on a F-in mission. I go to another bar. I see this MILF looking around. I walk by to see what her eyes do. She looks to the side. So she's either on the fence about me, or just avoiding me because she's not interested. I almost chickened out and ejected because I assumed the worst. I'm mean, I COULD approach and open and TRY. But I wanted to "get a drink first." On second thought, F that. I know how well that works lol.
Time to man up and go for the re-approach...
Mike: So you enjoying Vegas?
HB7: It's not really my thing.
HB7: Some coworkers dragged me here. They're off gambling.
Mike: So what do you do?
HB7: English teacher.
Mike: <Ding ding ding. We have a winner in the casino lol.>
Mike: I'll make sure I use "may" and "might" properly lol.
HB7: Or lie, lay, lain lol.
Mike: I'm more a math and science type, but I have a deep appreciation for language.
HB7: I can see that.
Mike: <Kino-ing her arm here and there as we chat>
<Lenghty nerdy discussion about this history of English with kino at the same time. She loved it. I won't torture you guys with the details. >
<Her body turns towards me with her legs open. Yep, she is soo DTF, it's not even funny.>
Mike: I like dance too. I'm taking ballroom.
HB7: OMG no way?
Mike: I'll show you a few turns.
<There is no music at the bar but who cares?>
<Takes both her hands. Did some very trivial merengue stuff. Then inside turn with both hands (called the C u d d le) and outside turn with both hands (called the H a m mer Lo ck)>
HB7: WOW. You are good.
<We sit back down. Chat more.>
Mike: This place is boring. Let's go for a walk.
<Later standing above the Strip, she asks if I'm gonna kiss her.>
<Heavy makeout>
Random girl walks by.
Random Girl: EWW. You two should get a room.
Random Guy: Shut the F up b*tch. This is Vegas. They can do whatever they want.
Mike: LOL LOL <Laughing hysterically>
Mike: Anyway, where were we? Oh yeah, I love the view from here.
HB7: Me too, it's lovely.
Mike: The one from my room is fantastic. You can see most of the city.
HB7: Are you inviting me to your room?
Mike: Yep. You teachers are pretty sharp lol.
HB7: I don't have my plaid skirt LOL, but let's go.
Mike: Can you put on glasses first lol?
HB7: You're soo bad....
<Walk hand in hand back to the casino.>
<In the distance, is the ELEVATOR. It's been waiting for Mike32ct all along.>
<Pushed the up button. The door opens. Grabbed her hand, walked in, and hit the number of my floor. The door closes.>
<Get to my room. Show her the view.>
HB7: How would like a bl*wjob in from of the Strip?
Mike: I thought we were going to talk about English grammar. I'm still confused about the past progressive tense, i.e. I was walking, lol.
HB7: hahaha. STFU while I undo your pants LOL.
Mike: You teachers are direct lol.
HB7: This is MY CLASS.
< I got the BJ to end ALL BJs. She was amazing.>
HB7: I like giving BJs.
<Long drawn out dirty talk>
HB7: Are you gonna F me or what?
<Mike will take that as consent.>
<F-ed three times. Destroyed dry spell.>
Thank you. This concludes the field report. Please exit to the right and visit us again!
