NorPacWolf
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Mystery's Newbie Mission
FR Intro: Newbie Mission:
The title says it all: I am trying to embark upon Mystery's 'newbie
mission'. This mission is theoretically possible, but for any of us
with jobs, or who want to preserve and our hearing or our lungs, this
mission is difficult if not impossible: four nights a week, four hours
a night, three sets an hour for six weeks.
I guess this weekend is the official start, as I went out three nights
this weekend. I'll report on a few significant sets. Feedback
appreciated. Main question: how do you guys deal with shyt tests? I
received a lot.
---
I. Thursday: BLONDE TWO SET
There's really only one significant set to report on. I approach a two
set of blondes: 8.5 and 8 upstairs at a club. The two are seated at
the bar, talking to each other. I approach by entering into the small
gap in between both of them. About two minutes into set, my target,
the 8.5, is beginning to kino me in the following way: she leans all
the way back and rubs her shoulders and back against my chest, while
staring into my eyes over her shoulders, smiling. I take this as a cue
to escalate kino. I begin rubbing both girls backs. No resistance. I
escalate a bit further by massaging their waists. No resistance. I
stick my hand down the 8's pants very gently, a few inches in and then
back out. No resistance. I'm thinking threesome at this point. The 8.5
blonde is still leaning back towards me and rubbing against me. The 8
is now no longer listening as my target and I begin staring at each
other (creating a 'bubble'). With the 8.5 blonde's body positioning, I
think I'm supposed to kiss her. I don't however, and run more
routines. I run the EV routine. In response to my question about the
one thing that what would make her life complete, she says: "a dildo!"
I say: "are you serious???" She looks nervous now, as if she said the
wrong thing: "uuuum, no?" I try to run another routine. My target gets
bored now and says "we have to go the bathroom."
Conclusion:
I think I was receiving IOI's and an opportunity to kiss or begin to
escalate and isolate my target to a full close, or maybe both girls?
It looks like I moved backwards in the sarge. Do you guys agree with this?
Update: I open another set downstairs. The 8.5 is at the table I'm
opening, but I don't recognize her from upstairs (poor lighting
upstairs). I use the same opener on my new brunette target as I did
with the 8.5 blonde. "omg! what the...(indistinct)....azzhole!'
The blonde slams her drink on the table and then storms off. The
entire table freezes up. I don't realize it's the same blonde I had
opened earlier until five minutes later.
---
I get shyt tested again. I ask a couple of girls how many times
they've been hit on that night: a blonde 7/blonde 6.
'7': I've seen better,' she says smiling.
'6': 'oh, snap.'
I ignore it. The '7' is really sweet after that, smiling and talking
with me. She has a nice face, average body. I'm not sufficiently
attracted to continue. I say it was nice talking to them. I'm shyt
tested at least six times, maybe more, this weekend.
---
II. Friday: BLOWN KISS CLOSE OPPORTUNITY (?) WHILE I'M JUST HANGING OUT
Again, only one significant set to report on. I'm at a different bar.
There are a couple of girls seated around a fire, and we join them.
One girl's about a '4', an average face with a big body. Her friend's
about a 6.5: a very pretty face: flawless alabaster skin, sparkling
blue eyes, pretty lips and beautiful white teeth. However, she's got
an average body: probably 20 lbs. overweight. A 6.5 overall.
The 6.5 and I talk, and she is seated reclining in her chair. At some
point, we begin discussing beers we like. She says she's stopped
drinking beer since she's gaining weight (she looks a little
embarrassed). I tell her she's superficial. It just comes out, I don't
mean to insult her. She gets very upset. She says that NOONE has ever
called her that. She looks like she is about to cry. I remember a post
about maintaining composure. I tell the 6.5 that the insult was
unintentional and that I apologized if she was hurt. However, I also
tell her that the moment is over, and she needs to get over it. Now
she's rubbing her leg against mine, resting her hand on my arm. We
joke around some more. I tease her and she hits me and says: "you
azzhole!" while laughing out loud.
She starts to lean in now. Instead of reclining in her chair, her face
is now four or five inches from mine. Doggie Dinner Bowl: she's
staring wide eyed into my eyes. Her mouth is hanging open. She studies
my face, staring into my eyes, then looks down to my lips then looks
back up to my eyes. I believe I'm supposed to kiss her. She stays in
this state for a while, perhaps a couple of minutes, maybe longer.
Finally she reclines. She whispers to her friend for her car keys. She
wants to go home.
Conclusion:
It looks like I repeated the same mistake from Thursday: instead this
time I stalled instead of moving backwards in the sarge.
---
III. Sat. SHYT TESTS LEFT AND RIGHT
This night is pretty messed up, as I have lost my voice and I have to
eject early from a lot of sets due to the pain of screaming over loud
patrons and music. I get shyt tested left and right tonight. For some
reason, my game or what there is of it, is heavily state-dependent.
Tonight, I get tested a lot.
I enter a two set at the bar: a black 7.5 (left) and brunette 8.5
(right). I enter on the left. The brunette leans over her friend to
listen and both are smiling. The 8.5 says she can't hear me. I move in
between the girls, which in retrospect is probably a mistake. To get
to the point, I get the girls giggling and laughing like crazy. But
the 8.5 shyt tests me. She says that she is waiting for a guy to buy
her beer. I say that they can buy me a drink. The brunette says no but
that I can buy her one.
I qualify her asking what sets her apart from the rest of these
patrons (again, probably a mistake since I accept the frame that a guy
buying her a drink is a possibility).
8.5: "Look at us, we're beautiful girls."
Me: "look at me, I'm a good looking guy, buy ME a drink."
The two girls stare at each other in silence. The 8.5 gives up on this
thread.
I still try to qualify her: everyone looks alike now, what sets you
apart? The 8.5 says she is a good person, a nurse who helps humanity
and therefore deserves a drink, or some b.s. to that effect.
me: "ok, so if I wind up in the hospital bed, god forbid, you'll
remember me and you'll do an extra good job of wiping my ass when I
mess up my pants, right?
8.5: (cuts me off) "...baby, I will lick and spit shine your ass until
it is spotless."
The black girl almost falls down laughing when she hears that one and
I'm stopped dead in my tracks, mouth agape. I don't know how to
respond. I try to play it off
me: 'but baby, I'm not in the hospital right now,' and continue to
qualify. She then says again they've had a hard week and deserve a
drink. I run a story about how tough MY week was, so they should buy
me a drink. I tell her that I was objectified and sexually harassed (I
run the 'crotch stare' story). The black girl says she is
unsympathetic since girls get that all the time, and she's glad the
tables were finally turned. I probably enjoyed it anyway, she says.
I'm getting really embarrassed now. I eject after chit chatting a bit
more, saying I have to find my friends.
---
I run into the Paris Hilton look a like. She's with two blonde hotties
and a brunette HB. I don't open right away, and it's good that I
didn't, because I didn't recognize Paris and would've used the same
opener on the table as I used with Paris last time. I finally open.
The girls are all very friendly. Paris shyt tests me by first asking
me for a cigarette then telling me to get one for her friend. I tell
her I don't have one and won't get one, all in a friendly even tone. I
talk with Paris and the group. Paris is melancholy, so she's
improving. Last time she looked very sad and despondent. We chit chat,
but I get bored and eject. I come back later and try to number close.
'So how can I get in contact with you later.' She says I can find her
here, and she'll probably see me again at this same bar.
Conclusion:
Hard to say what happened, but it looks like the Paris look a like
gave me a window of opportunity last weekend, I passed, she felt
rejected and so she lost respect for me and/or feels rejected.
---
IV. YET ANOTHER BAR
I go to another bar and open up a couple of lame sets. I feel like
crap because I can't talk but I go into social robot mode even though
I've lost my voice and can't talk.
I get sloppy. I enter a set with direct body language: 'how are you
girls doing tonight?' The group freezes up.
'No speak english.' One girl says.
'Oh, snap!' Her friend says.
I stay in anyway. The first girl leaves. Dumb.
I hang around some more. A brunette chick 7.5 walks by my left while I
lean against the bar. While still walking, she cups her right hand,
hand palm up while she passes by. She gently inserts her hand up the
crack of my ass, then presses her fingers up against my 'taint a
couple of times in quick succession, like a Morse code. She then slips
her hand back out without missing a beat and walks off. She doesn't
look at me with a flirtatious gaze over the shoulder, doesn't
introduce herself, nothing. I see her a couple of minutes later. She's
making out with her boyfriend (or some random guy).
That's my weekend. What a disaster, lol. I'm still shaking my head.
Wolf
FR Intro: Newbie Mission:
The title says it all: I am trying to embark upon Mystery's 'newbie
mission'. This mission is theoretically possible, but for any of us
with jobs, or who want to preserve and our hearing or our lungs, this
mission is difficult if not impossible: four nights a week, four hours
a night, three sets an hour for six weeks.
I guess this weekend is the official start, as I went out three nights
this weekend. I'll report on a few significant sets. Feedback
appreciated. Main question: how do you guys deal with shyt tests? I
received a lot.
---
I. Thursday: BLONDE TWO SET
There's really only one significant set to report on. I approach a two
set of blondes: 8.5 and 8 upstairs at a club. The two are seated at
the bar, talking to each other. I approach by entering into the small
gap in between both of them. About two minutes into set, my target,
the 8.5, is beginning to kino me in the following way: she leans all
the way back and rubs her shoulders and back against my chest, while
staring into my eyes over her shoulders, smiling. I take this as a cue
to escalate kino. I begin rubbing both girls backs. No resistance. I
escalate a bit further by massaging their waists. No resistance. I
stick my hand down the 8's pants very gently, a few inches in and then
back out. No resistance. I'm thinking threesome at this point. The 8.5
blonde is still leaning back towards me and rubbing against me. The 8
is now no longer listening as my target and I begin staring at each
other (creating a 'bubble'). With the 8.5 blonde's body positioning, I
think I'm supposed to kiss her. I don't however, and run more
routines. I run the EV routine. In response to my question about the
one thing that what would make her life complete, she says: "a dildo!"
I say: "are you serious???" She looks nervous now, as if she said the
wrong thing: "uuuum, no?" I try to run another routine. My target gets
bored now and says "we have to go the bathroom."
Conclusion:
I think I was receiving IOI's and an opportunity to kiss or begin to
escalate and isolate my target to a full close, or maybe both girls?
It looks like I moved backwards in the sarge. Do you guys agree with this?
Update: I open another set downstairs. The 8.5 is at the table I'm
opening, but I don't recognize her from upstairs (poor lighting
upstairs). I use the same opener on my new brunette target as I did
with the 8.5 blonde. "omg! what the...(indistinct)....azzhole!'
The blonde slams her drink on the table and then storms off. The
entire table freezes up. I don't realize it's the same blonde I had
opened earlier until five minutes later.
---
I get shyt tested again. I ask a couple of girls how many times
they've been hit on that night: a blonde 7/blonde 6.
'7': I've seen better,' she says smiling.
'6': 'oh, snap.'
I ignore it. The '7' is really sweet after that, smiling and talking
with me. She has a nice face, average body. I'm not sufficiently
attracted to continue. I say it was nice talking to them. I'm shyt
tested at least six times, maybe more, this weekend.
---
II. Friday: BLOWN KISS CLOSE OPPORTUNITY (?) WHILE I'M JUST HANGING OUT
Again, only one significant set to report on. I'm at a different bar.
There are a couple of girls seated around a fire, and we join them.
One girl's about a '4', an average face with a big body. Her friend's
about a 6.5: a very pretty face: flawless alabaster skin, sparkling
blue eyes, pretty lips and beautiful white teeth. However, she's got
an average body: probably 20 lbs. overweight. A 6.5 overall.
The 6.5 and I talk, and she is seated reclining in her chair. At some
point, we begin discussing beers we like. She says she's stopped
drinking beer since she's gaining weight (she looks a little
embarrassed). I tell her she's superficial. It just comes out, I don't
mean to insult her. She gets very upset. She says that NOONE has ever
called her that. She looks like she is about to cry. I remember a post
about maintaining composure. I tell the 6.5 that the insult was
unintentional and that I apologized if she was hurt. However, I also
tell her that the moment is over, and she needs to get over it. Now
she's rubbing her leg against mine, resting her hand on my arm. We
joke around some more. I tease her and she hits me and says: "you
azzhole!" while laughing out loud.
She starts to lean in now. Instead of reclining in her chair, her face
is now four or five inches from mine. Doggie Dinner Bowl: she's
staring wide eyed into my eyes. Her mouth is hanging open. She studies
my face, staring into my eyes, then looks down to my lips then looks
back up to my eyes. I believe I'm supposed to kiss her. She stays in
this state for a while, perhaps a couple of minutes, maybe longer.
Finally she reclines. She whispers to her friend for her car keys. She
wants to go home.
Conclusion:
It looks like I repeated the same mistake from Thursday: instead this
time I stalled instead of moving backwards in the sarge.
---
III. Sat. SHYT TESTS LEFT AND RIGHT
This night is pretty messed up, as I have lost my voice and I have to
eject early from a lot of sets due to the pain of screaming over loud
patrons and music. I get shyt tested left and right tonight. For some
reason, my game or what there is of it, is heavily state-dependent.
Tonight, I get tested a lot.
I enter a two set at the bar: a black 7.5 (left) and brunette 8.5
(right). I enter on the left. The brunette leans over her friend to
listen and both are smiling. The 8.5 says she can't hear me. I move in
between the girls, which in retrospect is probably a mistake. To get
to the point, I get the girls giggling and laughing like crazy. But
the 8.5 shyt tests me. She says that she is waiting for a guy to buy
her beer. I say that they can buy me a drink. The brunette says no but
that I can buy her one.
I qualify her asking what sets her apart from the rest of these
patrons (again, probably a mistake since I accept the frame that a guy
buying her a drink is a possibility).
8.5: "Look at us, we're beautiful girls."
Me: "look at me, I'm a good looking guy, buy ME a drink."
The two girls stare at each other in silence. The 8.5 gives up on this
thread.
I still try to qualify her: everyone looks alike now, what sets you
apart? The 8.5 says she is a good person, a nurse who helps humanity
and therefore deserves a drink, or some b.s. to that effect.
me: "ok, so if I wind up in the hospital bed, god forbid, you'll
remember me and you'll do an extra good job of wiping my ass when I
mess up my pants, right?
8.5: (cuts me off) "...baby, I will lick and spit shine your ass until
it is spotless."
The black girl almost falls down laughing when she hears that one and
I'm stopped dead in my tracks, mouth agape. I don't know how to
respond. I try to play it off
me: 'but baby, I'm not in the hospital right now,' and continue to
qualify. She then says again they've had a hard week and deserve a
drink. I run a story about how tough MY week was, so they should buy
me a drink. I tell her that I was objectified and sexually harassed (I
run the 'crotch stare' story). The black girl says she is
unsympathetic since girls get that all the time, and she's glad the
tables were finally turned. I probably enjoyed it anyway, she says.
I'm getting really embarrassed now. I eject after chit chatting a bit
more, saying I have to find my friends.
---
I run into the Paris Hilton look a like. She's with two blonde hotties
and a brunette HB. I don't open right away, and it's good that I
didn't, because I didn't recognize Paris and would've used the same
opener on the table as I used with Paris last time. I finally open.
The girls are all very friendly. Paris shyt tests me by first asking
me for a cigarette then telling me to get one for her friend. I tell
her I don't have one and won't get one, all in a friendly even tone. I
talk with Paris and the group. Paris is melancholy, so she's
improving. Last time she looked very sad and despondent. We chit chat,
but I get bored and eject. I come back later and try to number close.
'So how can I get in contact with you later.' She says I can find her
here, and she'll probably see me again at this same bar.
Conclusion:
Hard to say what happened, but it looks like the Paris look a like
gave me a window of opportunity last weekend, I passed, she felt
rejected and so she lost respect for me and/or feels rejected.
---
IV. YET ANOTHER BAR
I go to another bar and open up a couple of lame sets. I feel like
crap because I can't talk but I go into social robot mode even though
I've lost my voice and can't talk.
I get sloppy. I enter a set with direct body language: 'how are you
girls doing tonight?' The group freezes up.
'No speak english.' One girl says.
'Oh, snap!' Her friend says.
I stay in anyway. The first girl leaves. Dumb.
I hang around some more. A brunette chick 7.5 walks by my left while I
lean against the bar. While still walking, she cups her right hand,
hand palm up while she passes by. She gently inserts her hand up the
crack of my ass, then presses her fingers up against my 'taint a
couple of times in quick succession, like a Morse code. She then slips
her hand back out without missing a beat and walks off. She doesn't
look at me with a flirtatious gaze over the shoulder, doesn't
introduce herself, nothing. I see her a couple of minutes later. She's
making out with her boyfriend (or some random guy).
That's my weekend. What a disaster, lol. I'm still shaking my head.
Wolf