bukowski_merit
Master Don Juan
So, after a month with no results on Tinder; I’ve now had 2 lays over a few days. Both nurses; both in their mid 20’s; both still living at home. So, maybe this Tinder thing is not so bad.
Over the course of the years, I’ve slowly stopped caring about this Alpha and Beta thing. What is it I want from women? Well, mainly to have some amazing sex. That’s the result I want. I’m result driven; with no conscious thoughts given to how I got the results (if it was alpha or beta)
Why am I saying all this? Well, I believe the way I got the girl to come have sex with me last night was about as anti-alpha as anyway I’ve ever got a woman over my house. And it doesn’t really matter to me; the result was hours of amazing sex where I had her repeatedly tell me over and over all night that she was glad she came instead of staying home.
So, on with the story….
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We started talking on Tinder yesterday morning. By the afternoon – we were texting. We got into some sex talk; she told me I was making her wet and to stop, I didn’t…. blah blah blah…
Around mid-afternoon I asked her what she was doing for the night. She told me she was going out with her girls to this bar. She asked if I wanted to go after I told her I wasn’t doing anything for the night…. I told her I didn’t… I told her that I was staying home. Then I invited her over to my place after she was done clubbing…. She said “absolutely not, I don’t know you I’m not coming over to your house the first time I meet you.”
Gentlemen, those words mean nothing…
I tell her to have a good night and the conversation ends.
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A few hours later, around 11pm – I get a text: “I might want to come over.”
Me: “Ehh… I’m about to go to bed and am not staying up for a ‘might’.”
Her: “Ok I want to come over. But I have to go home first and redo my makeup and hair.”
Me: “I don’t give a sh!t about your makeup and hair just come here.”
Her: “Ewww…. I’ve been dancing all night and am sweaty; im not trying to have that be your first impression of me.”
Me: “You leaving now?”
Her: “No, after we finish this drink. We’re leaving.”
Me: “Ok call me when you leave.”
Her: “Ok”
It’s about 11:30 when I send her that. 12 comes. 12:30 comes. I don’t text her; I just lay down and fall asleep.
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15 minutes later I get a text “Leaving club now. Going home then coming over.”
I call her…. She answers…
Me: “Don’t go home; just come straight here.”
Her: “I’m already on the road that goes back to my home. I want to put on my favorite dress for you and do myself up pretty”
Me: “You’re a woman, that means I wouldn’t see you until 3am. Turn around and come here.”
Her: “Relax. I won’t be that long.”
I fail to convince her to turn around. We Blah blah some… Then
Her: “I’m pulling into driveway; I can’t talk on the phone will wake up parents. I’ll call you when I’m leaving.”
Me: “Ok.”
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About 10 minutes go by and I text her “So I was right about 3am?”
She texts me back, “lol no, I already did my makeup and hair, now I’m just laying down to rest a bit before I come over.”
Me: “Oh fvck no, get your @ss up! You did not wake me up out of bed so that you can go home and go to sleep.”
Her: “I’m not going to sleep just laying down for 10 minutes.”
I call her…
Her: “I knew you were going to call” (Her voice sounds like she was getting ready to pass out.)
Me: “Get up and come over now before you fall asleep”.
Her: “But I’m tired.”
Me: “Nah, you got me up, I’m up now, you’re coming over. Get up and get in your car. I’ll stay on the phone with you the whole time.”
Her: “I can’t just get up and come over. I took my clothes off and am under my comfortable blankets. Let’s just do this tomorrow night or this weekend. I have off Saturday night.”
Me: “Nah, you got me up, you’re coming over. I’m not letting you go to sleep.”
For the next 45 minutes! We stay talking like this on the phone. This same exchange. With her dropping the following excuses:
1) Can’t come over because I’m tired.
2) Can’t come over because I’m naked.
3) Can’t come over because I live in Pennsylvania and you live in Maryland. (I live 25 minutes from her)
4) Can’t come over because I drank too much.
5) Can’t come over because my hair and makeup are a mess now.
6) Can’t come over because I need gas and don’t feel like stopping.
7) Can’t come over because you could be a serial killer.
This was 45 minutes of me telling her she woke me up to come over, I was up now, and that she was coming over. I’d say “Step 1: Get up and put clothes on. Step 2: Get your keys. Step 3: Get in your car. Step 4: Drive.”
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At no point did I believe she wasn’t coming over.
And then finally…
“Alright @sshole, I’m up. I’m just throwing on some yoga pants and a hoodie though. You win. You’re the most relentless guy I’ve ever met.”
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She shows up about 2am. We talk a little at the table in my bedroom (everyone should have a table in their bedroom. It’s much easier to transition to the bed without pausing the momentum.)
She was about a 7 in the her pics; but – a solid 8 in person (and she was claiming this is what she looks like with bad makeup and messed up hair?)
After a little bit. I walk over to her, grab her hand and pull her up out of the seat, she says “what?” like a little helpless animal. I kiss her, start feeling her up through her yoga pants. She’s SOAKED!
“Why are you so wet? Huh?” kiss “you didn’t even want to come.” kiss “you’d rather be sleeping right now wouldn’t you?” yank on her hair and kiss…
We hit the mattress and fvck for a good 3 hours (not continuous I’m not superman but either kissing or fvcking or feeling all over each other’s bodies for 3 hour)…. Amazing sex. Very in tune with each other’s bodies.
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Slept about an hour together before I had to get up and go to work…. She asked if she could stay… I said hell no…
It’s been about 3 hours since then. And she’s still texting me nonstop about how much fun she had with me and how she how she hopes i want to see her again.
Another bird caught in my web....
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Over the course of the years, I’ve slowly stopped caring about this Alpha and Beta thing. What is it I want from women? Well, mainly to have some amazing sex. That’s the result I want. I’m result driven; with no conscious thoughts given to how I got the results (if it was alpha or beta)
Why am I saying all this? Well, I believe the way I got the girl to come have sex with me last night was about as anti-alpha as anyway I’ve ever got a woman over my house. And it doesn’t really matter to me; the result was hours of amazing sex where I had her repeatedly tell me over and over all night that she was glad she came instead of staying home.
So, on with the story….
-----
We started talking on Tinder yesterday morning. By the afternoon – we were texting. We got into some sex talk; she told me I was making her wet and to stop, I didn’t…. blah blah blah…
Around mid-afternoon I asked her what she was doing for the night. She told me she was going out with her girls to this bar. She asked if I wanted to go after I told her I wasn’t doing anything for the night…. I told her I didn’t… I told her that I was staying home. Then I invited her over to my place after she was done clubbing…. She said “absolutely not, I don’t know you I’m not coming over to your house the first time I meet you.”
Gentlemen, those words mean nothing…
I tell her to have a good night and the conversation ends.
-----
A few hours later, around 11pm – I get a text: “I might want to come over.”
Me: “Ehh… I’m about to go to bed and am not staying up for a ‘might’.”
Her: “Ok I want to come over. But I have to go home first and redo my makeup and hair.”
Me: “I don’t give a sh!t about your makeup and hair just come here.”
Her: “Ewww…. I’ve been dancing all night and am sweaty; im not trying to have that be your first impression of me.”
Me: “You leaving now?”
Her: “No, after we finish this drink. We’re leaving.”
Me: “Ok call me when you leave.”
Her: “Ok”
It’s about 11:30 when I send her that. 12 comes. 12:30 comes. I don’t text her; I just lay down and fall asleep.
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15 minutes later I get a text “Leaving club now. Going home then coming over.”
I call her…. She answers…
Me: “Don’t go home; just come straight here.”
Her: “I’m already on the road that goes back to my home. I want to put on my favorite dress for you and do myself up pretty”
Me: “You’re a woman, that means I wouldn’t see you until 3am. Turn around and come here.”
Her: “Relax. I won’t be that long.”
I fail to convince her to turn around. We Blah blah some… Then
Her: “I’m pulling into driveway; I can’t talk on the phone will wake up parents. I’ll call you when I’m leaving.”
Me: “Ok.”
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About 10 minutes go by and I text her “So I was right about 3am?”
She texts me back, “lol no, I already did my makeup and hair, now I’m just laying down to rest a bit before I come over.”
Me: “Oh fvck no, get your @ss up! You did not wake me up out of bed so that you can go home and go to sleep.”
Her: “I’m not going to sleep just laying down for 10 minutes.”
I call her…
Her: “I knew you were going to call” (Her voice sounds like she was getting ready to pass out.)
Me: “Get up and come over now before you fall asleep”.
Her: “But I’m tired.”
Me: “Nah, you got me up, I’m up now, you’re coming over. Get up and get in your car. I’ll stay on the phone with you the whole time.”
Her: “I can’t just get up and come over. I took my clothes off and am under my comfortable blankets. Let’s just do this tomorrow night or this weekend. I have off Saturday night.”
Me: “Nah, you got me up, you’re coming over. I’m not letting you go to sleep.”
For the next 45 minutes! We stay talking like this on the phone. This same exchange. With her dropping the following excuses:
1) Can’t come over because I’m tired.
2) Can’t come over because I’m naked.
3) Can’t come over because I live in Pennsylvania and you live in Maryland. (I live 25 minutes from her)
4) Can’t come over because I drank too much.
5) Can’t come over because my hair and makeup are a mess now.
6) Can’t come over because I need gas and don’t feel like stopping.
7) Can’t come over because you could be a serial killer.
This was 45 minutes of me telling her she woke me up to come over, I was up now, and that she was coming over. I’d say “Step 1: Get up and put clothes on. Step 2: Get your keys. Step 3: Get in your car. Step 4: Drive.”
-----
At no point did I believe she wasn’t coming over.
And then finally…
“Alright @sshole, I’m up. I’m just throwing on some yoga pants and a hoodie though. You win. You’re the most relentless guy I’ve ever met.”
-----
She shows up about 2am. We talk a little at the table in my bedroom (everyone should have a table in their bedroom. It’s much easier to transition to the bed without pausing the momentum.)
She was about a 7 in the her pics; but – a solid 8 in person (and she was claiming this is what she looks like with bad makeup and messed up hair?)
After a little bit. I walk over to her, grab her hand and pull her up out of the seat, she says “what?” like a little helpless animal. I kiss her, start feeling her up through her yoga pants. She’s SOAKED!
“Why are you so wet? Huh?” kiss “you didn’t even want to come.” kiss “you’d rather be sleeping right now wouldn’t you?” yank on her hair and kiss…
We hit the mattress and fvck for a good 3 hours (not continuous I’m not superman but either kissing or fvcking or feeling all over each other’s bodies for 3 hour)…. Amazing sex. Very in tune with each other’s bodies.
-----
Slept about an hour together before I had to get up and go to work…. She asked if she could stay… I said hell no…
It’s been about 3 hours since then. And she’s still texting me nonstop about how much fun she had with me and how she how she hopes i want to see her again.
Another bird caught in my web....
- End