FR: New kid in town - the rebirth of Vulpine

[wayword]

She actually confided in me later that a few years ago she got a case of chlamydia. Eww. :nervous:

Well, I had crabs once, and I can say that having an STD does do a mind job on you. I can't really blame her for being squeamish about having someone go down on her after that creepy business.

Ya, I'm starting to think that reluctance at getting munched out may often be a red flag for having, or had, an STD/dirtiness.

So, anyone got any other red flags for STDs? Since, a lot of carriers won't tell ya - often stuck in self-deception (denial), as well as deception with you. And I'm talking about more subtle behaviorial cues, as opposed to the more obvious ones like stank, open sores all over her cooch? I've been wary of girls with high partner counts, who typically do unsafe sex and done a lot of druggies. Unfortunately, that rules out a large majority of girls these days!

I mean, just by the stats, if a girl has had 4 or 5 partners, she's probably already been exposed to something - and most attractive girls have had about 10-15 partners by about age 20-23.

Anyhow, since you seem to be taking a shining to this girl, do you feel the onset of any oneitis yet, and any old AFCness? I find those attitudes keep reappearing when I start catching feelings for a girl. I actually think that revisiting this site can help keep us focused and on track, though.

 

[Vulpine]

Anyhow, since you seem to be taking a shining to this girl, do you feel the onset of any oneitis yet, and any old AFCness? I find those attitudes keep reappearing when I start catching feelings for a girl. I actually think that revisiting this site can help keep us focused and on track, though.

It's good of you to ask. Yeah, there are a few things that pop up that prompt me to re-evaluate how I'm acting and I think I'm on top of it. I view HBRose as more of a "plate with priority". I mean, the FB is coming over tonight, so I'm keeping up with the "plate spinning". It would be one thing if I dropped the other plates and got "serious" with this chick, but she's young and unstable, so I'm pretty weary. She's a good one with a stellar personality, good attitudes, etc. But, only time will tell what happens. Heck, she was cleaning my house when I got home from work yesterday... my house is ALWAYS clean, so she was doing stuff like scrubbing the sink and cleaning the burners on the stove. She gets an A+ for effort. Oh, and she spilled a drink on my table cloth and immediately did a load of laundry for me (and paid for it), that's pretty cool. To be honest, I'm not used to that sort of treatment, but that doesn't mean it can't or won't happen with other women now that I'm "empowered".

Like I said, time will tell. Overall, the women in my life are just women in my life. I don't find myself planning weddings or imagining being married to any of them, nor do I feel they are perfect or that I'd "do anything" for them. So, I feel that I have the One-itis thing very well in check. Given my history, I'm not very prone to get One-itis anymore, anyway. Perhaps there are a few AFC mistakes still being made, but, I'm not catching them... I've been trying to mind my step in those regards. These chicks are still displaying high interest, and putting out, so I must be doing something right, eh?

Meanwhile, it's convenient to have a quality, game-free chick or three around whilst my life is in turmoil - it's one less thing to worry about.

 

[wayword]

Heck, she was cleaning my house when I got home from work yesterday... my house is ALWAYS clean, so she was doing stuff like scrubbing the sink and cleaning the burners on the stove. She gets an A+ for effort. Oh, and she spilled a drink on my table cloth and immediately did a load of laundry for me (and paid for it), that's pretty cool. To be honest, I'm not used to that sort of treatment, but that doesn't mean it can't or won't happen with other women now that I'm "empowered".

Wow, that's pretty DAMN awesome. I have yet to even have a LIVE-IN GIRLFRIEND do that!!! F'n lazy, over-entitled women these days!!! :cuss:

Of course, OTOH, if she cheated on her bf with you, chances are she'd do the same to you one day too...

Also, if she can't afford a car, she's probably dirt-poor. Which probably means she can't get a decent job or is horrible with her money (or both).

 

[squirrels]

Ed Norton poses a question in Fight Club: If you wake up in a different place, could you be a different person?

:yes:

Background:

I just came out of a suck sh!t life situation. I was couch surfing at a "gf's" place with all my things in storage. I was AFC but with a lot of natural talent. I discovered this site (quite by accident) and got my sh!t together. I moved to a new town and got my things out of storage, set up the bar, and walk less than a minute to work every day. It's a sweet deal, but I need to get established in new social circles. I'm still banging the "gf" but now she's on FB status and is more than happy to be just an FB. (Hooray for spinning plates) And so the fun begins.

If she's just an FB, and she's cool with that, get her to introduce you to her friends. Both male (for socialization) and female (for romance).

 

[Vulpine]

Of course, OTOH, if she cheated on her bf with you, chances are she'd do the same to you one day too...

I recognize that, but, apparently this guy was on the "out" when we met. I'm pretty sure she didn't actually "cheat", she just secured me as the next "branch" before fully letting go of the last "branch".

Also, if she can't afford a car, she's probably dirt-poor. Which probably means she can't get a decent job or is horrible with her money (or both)

She's a bartender and typically has a pocketbook full of cash. She is constantly picking up checks for dinner as well as paying for groceries/booze/misc. - she has forked over far more cash for things than I have. She can get a car anytime, but doesn't care to deal with the hassle, or so she says.

If she's just an FB, and she's cool with that, get her to introduce you to her friends. Both male (for socialization) and female (for romance).

Her male friends are fat Star Wars nerds, Trekkies, or just geeks in general. Her female friends are fat, ugly, or old (and fat & ugly). There is only one that I'd conisider banging, but she's got crazy mental issues, so she's not an option either.

 

[Vulpine]

Drama Report

I'm so busted.

Here's the scene:

Thursday, HBRose had spent Wednesday night at my place. She ended up catching a cab for home in the afternoon on Thursday. Thursday evening, the FB shows up and we do the nasty. During the sex, the FB was sucking on my neck a little hard:

V: "Hey, hey - hey! Knock that sh!t off! You trying to give me a hickey?"

We finish up and I kick her out.

Ok, so Friday after work, the routine is that I go to work out and meet up with HBRose: she works across the street and tans at the place next to where I work out, so it's convenient.

So I'm lifting and she comes in. Inbetween sets I go over and chat. She points to my neck...

HBRose: "Where did you get that?"
V: "Huh? Get what?"
HBRose: "The hickey."
V: "You gave me a hickey? What the hell? *grabs neck* Are we in fuqing high school?" *Goes into bathroom, sees hickey* "Nice. Good job.... christ."
HBRose: "Yeah, whatever, you know I don't suck."
V: "You totally suck for giving me a hickey. Now my clients are going to think that I'm a slvt."

Ok, so I think I did a pretty decent job of being cool when I'm totally busted. We got back to my place, and later it came up again, of course.

HBRose: *staring at my neck*
V: "It's pretty hot, huh?" *starts posing to show it off*
HBRose: "Are you sure you aren't dating anyone else?"
V: "No." (by definition, the no answer means that I'm not sure)
HBRose: *sad eyes*
V: "Hey, I don't know what to tell you. Either you gave it to me, or I picked it up at work. *Rubbing neck* It feels like it's a pinch or something... there is a scratch right above it."
HBRose: "It looks like a hickey."
V: "Maybe the Hickey Fairy came last night in my sleep... Oooh, I know, my cat gave it to me."
HBRose: *lol*
V: "Naw, I've gotten these "pinch bruises" from my backpack before, except they were by my armpit... you know, from the straps. I probably got this lifting my bike onto the rack on the bus: It's nothing to freak out about - seriously."


I'm so busted.

Anyway, I might have gotten away with it: she was blowing me Saturday night because she was on the rag. If anything, I think maybe I came away with a little extra "value and challenge" boost from it.

I'm going to kick the FB's azz for this, that much is certain.

:nervous:
I don't need this kind of drama... not right now, dammit.

 

[Docs]

I'm so busted.
*snip*

Damn!

 

[wayword]

V: "Maybe the Hickey Fairy came last night in my sleep... Oooh, I know, my cat gave it to me."

Lmao, I think you gave about 15 different dodgy answers there... :crackup:

Good for you she hasn't read this site yet:

He uses humor or sarcasm to defuse your concerns, rather than responding seriously.

 

[RedPill]

:nervous:
I don't need this kind of drama... not right now, dammit.

"Pimpin' ain't easy but it sho' is fun!"

- Snoop Dogg

 

[[S]alvatore]

*Dramatic music* "Could this be the end of the adventures of Vulpine?" I hope not, don't worry dude. You're smart so you should be able to get out of this one.

 

[Vulpine]

Well, my life goals are shifting again. I picked up a second job and am working on a third. I need to knuckle down and make up for some lost time and a misdirected past. My social life is crippled and isn't going to get any better for a long time, so I might as well develop a social life through work.

HBRose, as you know, is a bartender. She brought me along on a bus trip through work to a Brewers game. (Game? What game? I barely remember the national anthem I was so screwed up.) Anyway... I met up with a dude that bartends at another place on that trip. It turns out that he is my age and told me to stop by where he works. We basically "clicked" very well and he was offering me a job.

HBRose finally met "the punisher" after that trip. I'm sure you guys have all been there... I have this "alter ego" that randomly makes an appearance, usually when I'm coming down off a good drunk. I call it an "alter ego", but it's that stage where you can't climax and your d!ck stays hard for hours. Some guys call it "god mode", others call it "superman style". Me, I call it "the punisher" because it usually ends up putting a hurt on every orifice a woman offers up for "punishment".

Needless to say, after "he" made an appearance, HBRose and I are getting along well.

She called a day or two before the outing and brought up the "exclusivity discussion" (kind of ironic, eh guys?). It was my first since being "enlightened" and I struggled a bit. Ultimately, I ended up getting irritated with her and busting her chops for... get this... "forcing something that was going along well naturally". I also added: "I don't need another damn high school relationship... oh boy, he let me wear his class ring - we're going steady now! Yippee!" I explained some of my philosiphies and scolded her for meddling. She seemed sad but explained that she understood (the need for me to have options). She apologized the next day for making it a big deal and told me to "keep doing what you do".

That's right. I am who I am. Deal with it.

Here's something fun for you:

HBRose: "I can't believe I let you in my azz without working me up with a finger."
V: "I didn't mean to do that, you changed the angle on me just before I pushed."
HBRose: "...and there was no lube."
V: "I just told you that I didn't intend to do it! You'll know when I meant it: it will be far more friendly."
HBRose: "Well, be sure to start me off with one finger and get to two before... and lots of lube."
V: "Uh... ... ...Two?"
HBRose: "Yeah, c'mon, two fingers is only like this big...*holds up two fingers*"
V: "Psshf... you know what? When I decide it's time for me to fuq you in the azz, you'll be having rolling orgasms anyway. So one, two, fifteen fingers doesn't matter - I'll fuq you however I please and you'll love every second of it."
HBRose: *pauses for thought* "I'm sorry. I know your right."
V: "When you're having an azz orgasm or six, be sure to scold me for how many fingers I used to get you there."
HBRose: *quiet*
V: "Have you had an azz orgasm before?"
HBRose: "...yeah, but only with myself."
V: "What? Like with your dildo?"
HBRose: "Mmm-Hmm. Two fingers is just how I do it."
V: "Well, if you were doing it to yourself, you weren't even close to where you should've been before you got all up in there."
HBRose: "I know. You've had me much farther than I ever knew I could be. I almost can't wait."
V: "Naughty."
HBRose: "I haven't used my dildo since I've been with you."
V: "Whatever. You should give it to me, then, so I can DP you with it."

Fun.

 

[Vulpine]

Oh, and I was considering telling you guys about my new part-time evening job. The first night I started, I got to work with two chicks (HB7, HB8). I was teasing them so much it's sick.

Then I decided it's not really worth mentioning: high school/ultra-young chicks.

But, they are hot, and it is good practice. If something should develop, I'll fill in some of the background, but I don't forsee anything coming out of it yet... company ink and whatnot.

 

[Vulpine]

Keep in mind that when I initially estimated 8, I had beer googles on, she had more clothes on, and her hair was down (her hair back isn't very flattering). Sober, she's a solid Wisconsin 7... 7.5? Blah, whatever, she gets a hefty point bonus for a great personality.

Say "Hi" to HBRose!

... and me too!
(check out the reflection in my sunglasses - self portrait skillz!)

Cheers!

Before you pipe up with your thoughts and flames, consider this: she's on a canoe trip drinking beer and fishing. Me? I've got a stupid look on my face because I'm wrangling with the camera.

 

[Vulpine]

Ok, so I spoke of "dealing with some crap" from HBRose. She told me she was thinking about cutting her hair.


To which I replied: "Please don't. I don't find short hair feminine, nor do I find it attractive."

Well, her mother came to visit and she went out of town for some family business. We had plans to meet up Thursday night, and she called to confirm those plans when she got back into town.

HBRose: "So, I cut my hair short..."
V: "....."
HBRose: "...are you mad?"
V: "...I don't want to talk about this over the phone."
HBRose: "Tell me if you're mad or not be-" *raising voice*
V: "I told you, I'm not talking about this on the phone."
HBRose: "No. I'm not coming over just to get into a fight and want to come home."
V: "I see, you want to have a fight on the phone and not come over at all, huh? Ok."

I proceeded to outline to her my loathing of short haired fatties and how her cutting her hair to "boost her confidence and make her feel better about herself" isn't fixing the problem: she feels bad about the extra couple pounds she's sporting. It's like an excuse or a band-aid on the problem. I went on to explain that she needs to get with the program because all she is doing so far is coming up with excuses. "The diet makes me feel lousy." "I can't afford a bike right now." blah blah blah Then she went and cut her hair.
:cuss:
She found a moment to interject and attempted to take back the power by painting me as a bad guy for holding her accountable and "being shallow".

This was classic:

HBRose: *raising voice to near yelling* "You should accept me for who I am regardless of my hair length. My mother cut her hair and my father still loved her and has been with her for 15 years!"
V: "That's fine. But, you aren't your mother, and I'm not your father. Your mother and father both had kids from previous spouses, and, lived in ALASKA! Their options are very limited whereas ours AREN'T."
HBRose: *freaking out* "I'm starting to wonder why I'm with you."
V: "Hmmph, I was thinking the same thing."
HBRose: *pretty much screaming now* "I can't believe how negative you are! You RAH-RAH-RAH-..."
V: "ALRIGHT, STOP. You aren't getting the point here, and now you're just freaking out. I told you I didn't want to discuss this over the phone, but you wanted to pick a fight anyway. So, you got your fight. This wouldn't have gone this way in person. Take a while to think about what I said and call me when you want to come over. Goodbye."

So that was Thursday. Friday night comes and there is no call.

No plans equals what? Yeah, I marched straight down to the BS to spin up some new plates. Oh my, guess who is bartending that night. HBBS1A (HBRose's sister), and the HB7.5 that I mention in post #56:

From previous (and seemingly unimportant/unremarkable) interactions, I was introduced to a fatty who happened to live across the street from me. Tonight, she had a HB7.5 with her. The HB7.5 I had met once before, but she was trashed then.
...
So, I'm talking to fatty's set: there are 3 of them. I started with entering the set by greeting fatty. I got "how do you know her?" looks from the other two. Fatty introduced me to them and I hung out with them for the evening. I found out one of them was pregnant (at a bar, nice.) so, I'm not mentioning her much. I got some good IOI's from the HB7.5, but I didn't push it. I think that actually escalated her interest. I worked in some kino right off the bat with the handshakes with the two. The pregnant one shook my hand like a professional man, the HB7.5 shook my hand like a lady. I pointed out the diffence to the pregnant one, and, took the opportunity for more kino on the HB7.5. I must've ended up holding the HB7.5's hand for 5 minutes while talking to the pregnant one. Funny how she didn't try to take her hand back, hmm?

The set was heading down to the BS, so I asked for a ride since I was going to head down there myself (approachable targets had vacated the WC). They enthusiastically agreed to give me a ride. Once we got to the parking lot, the three split up for different vehicles:

V: "Hold up a sec, who am I riding with?"
HB7.5: "Ride with me. ...er, if you want."


On the way, we had a pleasant "rapport building" conversation. It turns out that we have similar "life histories" and have similar situations presently.

:yes:

Later in my FR's I gave this 7.5 a name: HBCurly

This chick is working at the BS now... oh man this is TOO perfect!

So, I start floating through the crowd doing the "Hey, I haven't seen you in a while" thing. I order a drink from HBRose's sister and am friendly to her. I know she's watching me interact with plenty of ladies, and will report back to HBRose every single detail... oh, it's on.

So as I bounce from one group to another, I make sure to avoid HBCurly like she didn't exist - I caught her staring in my peripheral, so I know she recognized me. Cool, so anyway, I eventually ordered a drink from her.

V: "Sapphire and Tonic... oh, HEY!!! How you doin'?!"
HBCurly: "Good, I'm doing good!!" *leaves to make drink*
V: "So, how's your mom?" (remembered from previously that her mom had cancer like my mom did)
HBCurly: "Oh, she's doing good."
V: "That's great! So, are you still living in *got the town name wrong*?"
HBCurly: "Yeah, but it's *correct town* actually."
V: "Ah, that's right, *correct town*."
HBCurly: "I'm moving to *nearby town* soon, though."
V: "Reeeaaaaly? I bet your mom's not too happy with that."
HBCurly: "Haha, no, she sure isn't."
V: "Of course not. Well, I'll let you get back to business." *Heavy EC before turning to join back with group*

I was on fire after that. Back in the group, I steered the convo back to how I saw one chick's t!tt!es to this one woman. Bingo! She was extremely jealous of the other chick and her figure and I was teasing her sooo.... *bloop* out comes the t!tt!es and she starts with the qualifying. :yes: And guess who is not more than 4 feet away looking on? HBBS1A. Ooop, and HBCurly is watching from 6 feet. The timing on the boob show couldn't have been better!

Time passes, and I'm trying to convince the group to migrate to the WC so I can check out that scene. They offer an afterbar, but I insist we change venues first. HBCurly takes a smoke break and visits for a bit. She found out the plans and offered:

HBCurly: "I wish I could go with you guys and party."
V: "Well, when do you get done?"
HBCurly: "12:30"
V: "I bet we could stick around until then if you wanted to join us."
HBCurly: "Uh..."
V: "I'll tell you what, if you don't want to drive, you can crash at my place. I've got plenty of beds and extra toothbrushes."
HBCurly: "Well..."
V: "Oh, don't worry. I can't try anything funny... *switch to mocking tone* I have a girlfriend."
HBCurly: "Haha, hold on..." *goes over to talk with HBBS1A, comes back* "Ok, sure. Let me finish up."

The time was like 12 at that point, so we hung around until she was finished. The group scattered to meet back up at the WC, and I ended up riding with HBCurly. In her car:

HBCurly: "Pssshf."
V: "What?"
HBCurly: "HBBS1A is shaking her head at me."
V: "Hahah!"

Sick. Just sick how this is working out.

We get up to the WC, and without HBBS1A watching over me, I proceed to flirt up and kino HBCurly with abandon. She was way into it, too. So we all got super-wasted, last call comes, and we leave for the afterbar. (to be continued)

EDIT: I did give the HB7.5 a name earlier, based on her curly hair, she was HBCurly from previously. I revised the text to show that.

 

[wayword]

I proceeded to outline to her my loathing of short haired fatties and how her cutting her hair to "boost her confidence and make her feel better about herself" isn't fixing the problem: she feels bad about the extra couple pounds she's sporting. It's like an excuse or a band-aid on the problem. I went on to explain that she needs to get with the program because all she is doing so far is coming up with excuses. "The diet makes me feel lousy." "I can't afford a bike right now." blah blah blah Then she went and cut her hair.

Ha HA! DEJA F'N VU!

"I'm feeling fat...so instead of using self-discipline to correct my own diet and exercise, I'm going to make an emotional impulse decision to blow $60 and compound the problem by cutting my hair and get some instant gratification, instead. Which I will then regret a week later."

G-zus krist girls are so f'n lazy & STUPID! :cuss: As if losing hair = losing fat, wtf???

And guys wonder why girls cheat? Oh, I've had a bad day and am feeling lousy right now...*searches for quick emotional fix*...oh heeeyyy stranger, wanna validate me with attention and fvck me?!

 

[Latinoman]

Wow, that's pretty DAMN awesome. I have yet to even have a LIVE-IN GIRLFRIEND do that!!! F'n lazy, over-entitled women these days!!! :cuss:

Of course, OTOH, if she cheated on her bf with you, chances are she'd do the same to you one day too...

Also, if she can't afford a car, she's probably dirt-poor. Which probably means she can't get a decent job or is horrible with her money (or both).

My girlfriend cleans my house and washes my clothes...she even gives me pedicures.

All that said...I agree 100%...if she cheated on her bf with him...then she has very low character. And when a woman has a very low character...then she is open to repeat those things when things don't go her way.

 

[Vulpine]

We get up to the WC, and without HBBS1A watching over me, I proceed to flirt up and kino HBCurly with abandon. She was way into it, too. So we all got super-wasted, last call comes, and we leave for the afterbar. (to be continued)

EDIT: I did give the HB7.5 a name earlier, based on her curly hair, she was HBCurly from previously. I revised the text to show that.

So let me back up: after leaving the BS, I had HBCurly park at my place so we could walk up to the WC.

So great, we're smashed and walking back to my place. It was a chilly night and a dark walk, so there was lots of kino and scare teasing. Once we got back to my place, we started to get cozy and I was showing her around when the doorbell rang. Part of the group came by to "retrieve us" for the after party. I was blitzed and had to work in the morning, so I declined. HBCurly, however, still had lots of partying to do. So she left - goodnight.

I went to work Saturday, and still no call from HBRose, so it's out I go again.

I started off at the BS again, but the scene was totally different. The bartenders were both different, the crowd was mostly older "boot-scooters", and there was karaoke.

(It happens that HBRose is a friend of the bartender this night at the BS. There are two hotty bartenders at the BS, the one tonight shall be "HB-BS-1A" for those who are following the soap-opera, the other: HB-BS-2S)

I tried to read back and find if I mentioned it, HB-BS2S got fired. Well, a little while ago I found out she was re-hired: She was working tonight with another "new" girl: HB-BS-3SC... she looks like Sheryl Crow. I'm trying to stay "digital" on the bartender names such as to keep them "generic". The WC has nothing but dudes and FUG's bartending, so you probably won't see any "HB-WC-XX" until something changes...

Anyway, I got to the BS and went to order a drink.

V: "Sapphire and Tonic please, miss."
HB-BS-3SC: "Hey, how's HBRose?"
V: "WHAT?" *Pissed 'cuz my gaming is blown already before it got started*
HB-BS-3SC: "How is HBRose?"
V: "Psshf. I don't know: I haven't talked to her since Thursday."
HB-BS-3SC: "Oh, ok." *turns to make drink, returns with drink*
V: "Thanks. I don't think we've met yet. I've seen you here, but we haven't really spoke. What's your name?"
HB-BS-3SC: "HB-BS-3SC. You're Vulpine, right?" *offers hand*
V: "Yep."

Blah blah blah. I chatted her up a little with some fluff, and bounced to get something going. The place was really devoid of HB's, so I just socialized with anyone and everyone. DODCoxblocker came in, so I visited with him for a bit. I did a couple of rounds of karaoke, some "suck for a buck" girls stopped in on the pub crawl, and the resident manager chick of my apartments stopped in later. I chatted her up for a while (FUG, just social proof). Throughout the night, I made sure to chat up the bartenders. I did the standard "So how you been/good to see you" bit with HB-BS-2S, and got to know a little bit about HB-BS-3SC.

HB-BS-3SC: "Another?"
V: "Please."
HB-BS-3SC: *returns with drink*
V: "Thanks. Say, I've been wondering, how old are you?"
HB-BS-3SC: "30."
V: "Uh-uh! Go like this..." *holds up hands to show rings/abscence of*
HB-BS-3SC: *holds up hands, no rings*
V: "No way! Look at YOU!"
HB-BS-3SC: "What?! Why?!"
V: "Turn around once." *motions for her to spin around*
HB-BS-3SC: *complies with spin*
V: "Wow! You're a fuqing rockstar!"
HB-BS-3SC: "What do you mean?" *smiling*
V: *holds up hands to show no wedding ring, holds up arms to show I'm in shape* "You are livin' the rockstar lifestyle, too!"
HB-BS-3SC: *Big smile + EC* "How old are you?"
V: "I love this game - guess."
HB-BS-3SC: "25."
V: "AHHAH!!" *evil grin* "Guess again."
HB-BS-3SC: "34?"
V: "Ouch, no, stoppit... 31." *winks, smiles, raises eyebrows goofy style* "Rockstar!" *turns to leave*
HB-BS-3SC: *standing there smiling*

From there, we chatted more frequently as the night went on. Mostly fluff, but definitely flirty.

HB-BS-3SC: *takes my glass, heads towards cooler* "Jeez, now I gotta go slice a lime just for you."
V: "Aww, poor baby has to do her job."
HB-BS-3SC: *rummaging around in cooler with door open* "Hmmmph!"

(I need to interject here that the bartenders wouldn't have bothered to slice up a lime mid-night for the local dirtbags.)

V: "If it means anything, I would have noticed the gesture and appreciated it... I see you doing your thang." *eyeing her azz as she's bent over*
HB-BS-3SC: *comes out of cooler, naughty smile, EC, walks by to finish making my drink, comes back with drink*
V: *puts face down real close to drink and stares at the lime, looks up excitedly at HB-BS-3SC, looks back excitedly at lime, looks back excitedly at HB-BS-3SC* "YIPEEEEE! A LIME!"
HB-BS-3SC: "Stop it!" *bashful smile*
V: "Thaaaaank Youuuuu."
HB-BS-3SC: "Your welcome." *Strong EC, smile*
V: *EC, sly smile, leaves*

Later, she came out to mingle on a break. I managed to work some kino into the fluff, and she's IOI'd pretty well.

The night ended without much else notable happening.

Sunday comes and I was working my second job. I still hadn't heard from HBRose, so I thought I'd light a fire under the situation. I left a message on HBRose's answering machine:

V: "Hi, it's Vulpine. I need to get my things that I left there, and, tonight and tomorrow will be my only chance until later in the week. Give me a call so we can make some arrangements."


Evil. Sounding like a breakup, huh? Me being out gaming, collecting up my things...

So, she called Monday and offered to drop my things off. She got a ride from her sister, buzzed my door, and was just going hand my bag to me and leave... she was stiff and quiet.

V: "Come in and talk for a minute."
HBRose: "I gotta get going."
V: "I'll make it quick, come on." *motions inside with head*
HBRose: "Hey, HB-BS-1A, I'm going in for a minute, okay?"
HB-BS-1A: *sour look* "Okay."

We go inside and I sat her down.

V: "Listen, this isn't about your hair. It looks okay short. You won't come to this conclusion unless I tell you what my deal with this is flat out: You aren't going to be happy with me unless you are happy with yourself."
HBRose: "But, I -"
V: "Shush! You went and cut your hair to get more confidence and feel better about yourself. But, that's not the problem. You've shown me pictures of your skinnier self, your happier self, and you've told me how upset you are with the extra weight. You've promised to diet, then came up with an excuse. You've promised to get a bike and excercise, then came up with an excuse. Now you got a haircut. It's like another excuse. You lost hair instead of losing weight. That's only making things worse. Well, I'm not going to sit back and watch you get any worse."
HBRose: "You constantly telling me I'm fat isn't going to help, it's going to push me away!"
V: "I never said 'your fat', I'm urging you to do something you told me you wanted to do, I'm only trying to help keep you focused."
HBRose: "I gotta go, my sister has some stuff to do."
V: "Ok, run away. Keep running then."
HBRose: "No, it's just that I really have to go, she's waiting." *getting up, gets the door*
V: "Fine. Do you want to talk more?"
HBRose: "...um, sure."
V: *hugs* "Good. Call me later, then."

She called later. She was a little more relaxed. We talked about some stuff and she explained that she thought we "split". I laughed at her and asked "Oh, did we?" She backpeddled and tried to recover. I laughed some more and explained that I'm p!ssed at her for how she's acting. It seems that she's never been called on her crap, or had a man stand his ground to her, so there is a certain amount of coddling I had to do to keep her from bawling. I went on to explain to her that she was mistaken about the "split" unless that's what SHE wanted, which was fine by me. She got quiet and asked:

HBRose: *serious tone* "Can I ask you a question?"
V: "Oh, jeez. Here we go... go ahead."
HBRose: "Did you fukk HBCurly?"

Hold your applause, it gets better.

V: "Wait! Aww... Damn! Haha. Should I have?" *jovial tone*
HBRose: *serious* "Did you?"
V: "No. I should've, huh?"
HBRose: "Honestly?"
V: "Uggh, gawd. Look... ask her yourself."

She changed the subject and wrapped up the phone call. I get a call about 15 minutes later:

V: "Hello."
HBRose: "You're off the hook."
V: "Hook? I wasn't on any hook: I didn't do anything wrong."
HBRose: "Well, you're off the hook."
V: "You actually called her?"
HBRose: "Yeah."
V: "Hahahaha! Silly."

Summary:

Things were getting a little "stale" with HBRose and I.
HBRose was acting poorly, and her IL was dropping.
I got tired of it, and needed to boot her or punish her: shake things up a bit.
She finally did something that irritated me enough, and I pushed her away.

I struggled a bit with the form, but I understood the DJ concepts of punishment/reward, push/pull, demonstrating value/social proof, and attraction building concepts/woman's emotions/jealousy. So, I enacted a scenario that employed a mix of things to give her emotions, build up her IL, demonstrate my value, and show her that she can't get away with crappy behavior - otherwise I'll walk.

How'd I do guys?

I didn't actually plan on closing any of the girls I flirted with this weekend: It would have gotten around in the small town social circle (you know it and see it) and destroyed anything between HBRose and I, so don't think to criticize me about that aspect.

BTW, HBRose is coming over tonight. Mmm... "make-up sex". :woo:

And, the two FB's are virtually begging for some maintenance. Lord only knows what HBCurly and HB-BS-3SC are thinking right about now.

 

[wayword]

V: "Shush! You went and cut your hair to get more confidence and feel better about yourself. But, that's not the problem. You've shown me pictures of your skinnier self, your happier self, and you've told me how upset you are with the extra weight. You've promised to diet, then came up with an excuse. You've promised to get a bike and excercise, then came up with an excuse. Now you got a haircut. It's like another excuse. You lost hair instead of losing weight. That's only making things worse. Well, I'm not going to sit back and watch you get any worse."

It seems that she's never been called on her crap, or had a man stand his ground to her, so there is a certain amount of coddling I had to do to keep her from bawling.

Lol, don't I get credited for my line there?

Anyways, this is the problem. It starts at home. First, daddies all spoil the hell outta their daughters now - giving them whatever they want. Then AFC bf's do the same thing, afraid to regulate or they won't get laid. So, these girls have gone their WHOLE LIVES with men supplicating in fear of them. It's no wonder they end up such chickenheaded spoiled brats!

MORE men need to LAY DOWN THE LAW like you did. Women NEED to be PUT IN THEIR PLACE. They need to be trained like DOGS. And men need to step up and STOP THEIR F'N BS. :cuss: And this whole world will be a better place for it!

 

[Vulpine]

Lol, don't I get credited for my line there?

I had to laugh out loud when I read your post, wayword. This situation was crazy deja vu for me, too. I mean, what guy hasn't been in this situation?

1. meet hot woman
2. woman pushes for exclusivity
3. woman "lets her self go" or becomes complacent because she "has a man"

In this situation, now that my eyes are open, I was shocked at how quickly this pattern popped out at me.

What's funnier, wayword, is your verbage was very, very close to the dialogue in my head that I thought last week. I think this is a woman's thought process:

Oh, boo-hoo, I feel fat. I know, I'm going clothes shopping!
(a week later)
Oh, boo-hoo, I don't feel sexy. I know, I'm going to buy some sexy lingerie!
(a week later)
Oh, waaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh! I don't like myself at all! I don't look good in this new lingerie! I know! I'll find a guy who makes me feel good about myself!
(two weeks later)
Sniffle, sniffle, this guy is a jerk! He thinks I'm fat! I'm breaking up with him! I gotta get to the store to get some Haagen Daaz!
(two days later)
What am I gonna do?! Look at me! I'm gross! I know, I'll get laid! I'll have a ONS!
(two days later)
Oh my gosh, I can't believe I did that, I'm such a slvt! I better get something more stable and "worthwhile". But who will want to be with a slvt?! Psshf, what am I thinking?
(a week later)
This guy is a jerk, too! He thinks I'm fat! I don't feel sexy now! I know, I'll get a hair cut!
(a week later)
This guy is an azzhole! He doesn't like my hair cut! I'm going to dump him for being so shallow!
(a week later)
Oh, boo-hoo, what am I going to do? Nobody wants to be with me! I hate myself! I hate men!
(32nd birthday)
Oh, boo-hoo, I'm so alone! I'm fat. Wait! WHAT?!?!?! I'm fat!? THAT's probably why I'm alone! OMG! I better get skinny quick, otherwise I'll NEVER get married or have kids!

 

[RedPill]

Damn dude Verona is like a soap opera... As the County Turns. All these b!tches know each other, it's all one tight-knit social circle. It's almost not fair that you have the knowledge you have. It sounds like all these chicks know is the small-town life. You know - broken dreams, no control over your life circumstances, etc. You're doing an excellent job playing these girls off each other. Keep up the good work V