And here comes the first contender for Saturday night: HB9 bikini model. It’s our second date and we meet at a local lounge in Guru territory. I know this contender has to be at work in 2.5 hours, so I must game in overdrive if I want to fvck her. The farthest I had escalated with her on the first date was a mere peck on the lips, so my follow-through must be impeccable under such a time constraint.
I arrive early. She strolls in 15 min later. She is super-hot; a solid 9 under Guru standards. She approaches, I give her a huge hug and hold it for a few seconds.
We sit down. I order her a glass of white wine and one shot. The alcohol must work quickly. Drinking and bantering ensues for the next 30 minutes. Her eyes begin to pop (open up), her exaggerated laughs and her touching my arm begin to accelerate. She is primed. Or at least as primed as I think I could get her. Herein is the window of opportunity that any DJ must capitalize on while trying to escalate hard and fast. This is it. I am not receiving over-the-top green-light IOIs. But maybe, just maybe, I have just enough. Can I close her with these lackluster IOIs under such a time constraint? I think back to SoSuave, to all my fellow DJs out in the social trenches reading this. To all the DJs that when in doubt in their gaming futures, having read this, will make bold moves and act on their wills. To all the DJs who second-guess their dates’ interest level and need that extra push to accelerate hardcore, bold, and ferociously notwithstanding their insecurities, fears, or doubts. These are the thoughts that enter the mind of a Guru ...
From seemingly out of nowhere, I get up, pay the bill, extend my hand for her to get up, and say let’s go.
Girl: “Where are we going?”
Guru: “My house.”
Girl: “I’m not going to your house.”
Guru: “Well, surely, you won’t disappoint a man who thinks you are beautiful.“
Girl: “I’m sorry, but I just don’t know you well enough yet.”
And so the Anti-Slut Defense (ASD) is firmly in place.
Guru: “I have a confession to make.”
Girl: “What is that?”
Guru: <Stated slowly while gazing her in the eyes> “Well … you see … the truth is” <Long pause> “I couldn’t stop thinking about you all week. You have been on my mind constantly. I know you are a girl I can see myself with long-term and marry. You are not only beautiful, but you have all the great compatible qualities I seek in a woman. You are the one.”
Girl: “What a Casanova you are!”, she clamors with a smile.
Her face opens.
Guru: “I like you. You are an awesome girl and I want nothing more than to show you where I live. I think you will love the city views. Come.”
I extend my hand again. She follows.
You treat ASD with love. Show the girl that you value her; that you seek an LTR with her; that she is not just another another broad you are fvcking; that she is special--and that ASD will evaporate instantaneously. Remember, she wants to fvck just as much as you do. She just needs to feel safe in her opening to you, and to KNOW that you will be there after the fact for continued relations, without your deprecating her sexual brevity with you.
We enter my duplex. I take her to the balcony and point toward the city where Wall Street is. I tell her a story of how a close friend of mind back in 1998 committed suicide, jumping 32 floors from his office plunging to his death, because of a lost love, who would not return to him. I explain that power of love is the greatest motivator of human behavior. I explain that without the will to find love and secure love, life is meaningless.
She is now teary-eyed. :woo: I go in for the kiss. We kiss passionately for five minutes. I take her back inside onto the sofa and reach for her pvzzy. She pushes my hand away. OK, this one needs a bit more work.
I continue kissing her passionately. Wait a few minutes, and slowly progress on the outskirts of her clvt, but not touching. I tap it softly, once. Twice. I touch it softly, once. Twice. Soon, I’m fingering her, as she moans so loudly that I feel my walls shake. I put her hand onto and introduce her to Stanley, my little friend on steroids. One leads to another ... 15 minutes later, the dirty deed is done. :cheer:
I drive her back to her car, and kiss her goodnight.
But wait, is that it? That would be too easy, right? I just had my appetizer, but where is the main course? More to follow with a girl I meet on the street later that night, 4:00 in the morning …