No Means No

breakup

“Kindly and firmly, she refused to sleep with me. Not even a charity fuck.” ― Julian May, Orion Arm

There she was, laying on the bed with nothing but her shirt half unbuttoned and her panties. She gave me a dirty, mischievous look with her blue eyes as she then took her panties off, flung them to the side, laid back fully spreading her legs and said “I want you to fuck me.”

3 Hours Earlier

About two weeks ago, I had been crazy busy and hadn’t been able to get out into world for almost a month, so I decided it was time for a proper night out. Now there’s nothing wrong with being in, you gotta do what you gotta do when you’re working on your side hustles, but it is a good idea to not be in total hermit mode for too long. I hit up a few of my friends and let them know I’d be heading downtown to explore some life and find some adventure, and so I headed out to do just that.

I wound up meeting up with one of my friends briefly at a lounge in downtown, he was meeting a date there but we got caught up quickly. He then spotted his date and went to meet up with her, and so I enjoyed my beverage while scoping the place out. There were mainly couples in the venue and not much potential, but I was having a good time just being out in the world. I then finished my drink, saw that my friend’s date looked like it was off to a great start, so then left the lounge and went to another high end restaurant/bar that was next door. The energy of the place was good and the vibes of the bar scene were solid, so I got settled at the bar and ordered a drink. To my left where two girls, a brunette and a blonde, both were cute, looked to be in their late 20’s and they were talking about traveling. To my right was a guy and girl that seemed to be on a date.

Naturally my attention was more drawn to the girls on my left, and I noticed they were sharing a drink out of unique looking glass. I tapped the brunette on the shoulder and made a comment about the glass, and then she proceeded to tell me about how the drink in it wasn’t very good, but they had decided to tray something new this night, and so far it wasn’t working out for them. “That’s always a risk with new adventures, but you don’t know until you know,” I replied, and I then introduced myself. The girls where very friendly and pretty quickly we were having a very entertaining conversation. The Brunette was from the mid west and the blonde was from Sweden.

As the conversion progressed, the blonde seemed to be a bit more friendly and my gut was telling me that there could be some strong potential. After about an hour, which made the time 11:30, both girls were ready to call it a night. I had other friends in the area that I had been texting with, so I wasn’t going to lose any sleep if these girls left. Then a couple of guys dressed in tuxedos came to the bar, and they joined our conversation. Turns out there where at the restaurant for a 50th birthday party and then I suggested a group photo, which we all had a blast taking. The guys i tuxedo’s returned to their party, then I got both girl’s numbers to text them the picture. I then inquired as to what part of town they lived in, and the brunette lives about 15 minutes away while the blonde lived 1 block away. “I’ll walk you both home” I said to them as they finished paying their tab. “You’re such a gentleman,” the brunette replied. The blonde then hugged up on my and gave me a kiss on the cheek, so I knew that my night was far from over.

I walked the blonde and brunette back to the blonde’s place, which was this high rise loft space, and we waited for the brunette’s uber to arrive, which only took 2 minutes. After we made sure the brunette was off, the blonde asked me if I could help her carry up some packages she had waiting for her at reception, and being the gentleman I was called earlier, obliged. We picked up a couple packages and then made our way up to her loft. Inside her loft was nice, chic, and had a solid view of the LA skyline. I set the packages on her living room table and then the blonde invited to checkout the view on her balcony. On the balcony we proceeded to make out, and then I told her we should move things back inside so she could give me a tour of her place. The “tour” consisted of her taking me straight to the bedroom where we got on the bed and proceeded to make out intensely. Things escalated to me finger blasting her for a bit and then she managed to very quickly and smoothly get my pants down. She then gave me a fantastic blowjob for a few minutes, then she laid back on the bed with a little bit of a guilty look on her face.

She looked at me and said “I should tell you something…” and my red-flag-spidey sense was telling me something was off…this certainly wouldn’t be an “it’s that time of the month” conversation. “So I kinda have a boyfriend…” she said. There she was, laying on the bed with nothing but her shirt half unbuttoned and her panties. She gave me a dirty, mischievous look with her blue eyes as she then took her panties off, flung them to the side, laid back fully spreading her legs and said “I want you to fuck me.”

Now, I paused for about 1 second which felt like an hour, as my brain and my cock had a conversation. I visualized them both in the cockpit of an airplane, and my dick was saying we were cleared to land so it was going to put the plane down while my brain was saying that the runway had been compromised and we needed to divert to another runway. After this back and forth, I asked “So where is he?” I had decided that this wasn’t going down because my gut was telling me something was off and I never ignore my gut. Also I didn’t want to be literally balls deep in this girl all to suddenly have this guy just waltz in and go berserk which might end with me getting stabbed. Gent’s, always protect yourself first, no sex is worth that type of risk.

She went on to tell me about how he was in San Francisco, how they had no feeling in their relationship, and how everything was ok. I noticed a picture of her and guy on her night stand and I asked,”Is that him?” I was intentionally trying to kill the mood to give myself an easier out, especially since if she hand’t told me anything and we had sex, I would have been as much of a victim as him, but if I did it now I would be an accomplice. But more so my gut was saying something isn’t right with this girl. She starts telling me about the guy in the picture and it turns out that they had been married and together for 4 years, but he died almost 2 years ago.  I sat next to her on the the bed while she told me more about it. She told me that she was the love of her life, but then starts insisting that she mis-spoke and didn’t have a boyfriend and was single. She then pushes me back on the bed, tries getting my shirt off and grabs at my dick saying “Just put it inside me.” Inside my head I was pretty amused at the thought that a judge would never believe this tale as I was literally being molested and this girl was trying for lack of a better word to rape me.

I then pretended to hear my phone vibrate and I reached for it, telling her that my good friends I was supposed to meet up with where wondering were I was. I told her I had to meetup with them, but I’d call her the next day to see about hanging. She protested a bit, but eventually stopped trying to rape me and relented. I left her place thinking “What in the hell was that all about?” and then proceeded to text my friends about what had happened. She kept texting me until about 3 am that night, but I assured her I’d talk to her the next day to see what’s up. The next afternoon I did text her to see how she was, more so for liability reasons I’ll detail below, and she asked when she could see me, and she insisted that she was still single. I told he we could meet up the following week, but she was out of town, so it’d have to be when she gets back. I said “Sounds cool” and have left it at that.

Takeaways

3. Always trust your gut. If something feels off, it’s off and your gut is talking to you for a reason. I’ve had girls that wanted to fuck and they’ve been fun times, however the place this girl seemed to be coming from seemed like she was desperately trying to fill a void. And add in the baggage of a dead love of her life, that was a huge red flag too bright for me to ignore.

2. Never keep yourself in a situation that you aren’t comfortable. In the era of #metoo and “he said, she said” = it’s always what she said, you need to make sure your protect yourself. Call it being overly cautious, but you have to be aware of the times. And in my gut, I knew she wanted sex in the moment, but what happens the next day if she decided to change her mind or that she shouldn’t have done that? That’s why I saved screen shots of our text conversations and checked in with her the next day, to see if she genuinely interested or if she was too caught up in the moment and had some regrets. Always protect yourself, no sex is worth catching false allegations.

1. Keep doing you. Despite this interesting situation, I still kept going out the following days. Sometimes you’ll have a bad or very strange experience, but don’t let that discourage you, there’s still plenty more living to do.

Cheers.

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A Bottle of Wine, A Service Elevator & A Hot Tub

Champaign Pour

“Life is either a great adventure or nothing.” – Helen Keller

Based of the title of this post, what do these 3 things have in common? They can all be key elements of an adventure than ends in getting you laid. Allow me to give you a field report of a crazy adventure that happened down in San Diego a few years ago.

The Story

I was in San Diego for a conference, and the company I was with was in talks with another company about doing a joint-partnership. We all met up for a lunch meet and great, so we all could get to know each other’s teams. One of the girls from this other team was a very cute girl named Stacy. She had dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, a great smile and very solid body. She was older than me but had a very bubbly personality. I took mental note of this as we proceeded to have a meeting after the lunch about how our companies would work together.

The following night, there was a party being thrown by one of the major sponsors of the conference at this club and both of our companies where attending this party. Everyone on my team and the other team secured a booth for both teams and then the bottles of wine started flowing. I began talking with the members of the other team and then started talking with Stacy, who turns out is from the mid west and hasn’t been in San Diego before. Somehow the guess my age game came up and she asked me to guess her age. I responded by saying “That’s tough because you look 22 but you carry yourself with a mature presence, so I’m inclined to think you’re older.” She blushed a bit and said “So what age?” “28,” I replied. “I’m 37” she said. I responded with, “I don’t believe you, let me see your ID.” She replied “Seriously?” I then held out my hand and munitioned for an ID. She then got out her driver’s license and handed it to me. I scanned it over for a minute and then I said in a playful tone “I know a fake ID when I see one, you’re not fooling me with this.” She blushed again and took back her licence. “I’m not sure what to tell you,” she said, at which point I asked her strong her dance moves where and a group of us went to the dance floor to dance to the music played by this great cover band.

After some solid dancing we made our way back to the booth. “What’s the game plan after this?” I asked Stacy. She told me her hotel had a rooftop bar that she wanted to check out. Since it was about 1:15 am and the party was winding down, I said “that’s an excellent idea.” I then grabbed the nearly full  bottle of wine off the table, handed her a glass, and took a glass for myself. We then strolled out the back entrance and somehow found a cab on the street, that shuffled us back to her hotel. We got into the hotel and took the elevator to the floor below the rooftop bar. “I forgot we need a certain room key to get up to the roof,” she said. “Let’s explore,” I said as we walked into the hallway.  we walked for a minute or two before we came to a door that had the word “Service” written above it. The door was slightly popped out, but still closed. I pulled out my hotel’s room key card, and then slide it into the part of the door where the bolt mechanism was. After a few seconds, I was able to get the key card in and open the door. “Follow me,” I said, as we walked through to the service hallway and found the service elevator. “Bingo” I said, as we got into the service elevator and then took it up to the rooftop. Once we got out to head to the bar, we saw it was empty as the staff was closing the place down. Turns out it was 2:15  am by the time we up there, so we had missed our window.

“Time for plan B” I said, as we took the main elevator back down to ground floor. We made our way to the hot tub and dipped our legs in as we sipped wine and she proceeded to talk about her background and the places she’s traveled. after about 10 minutes a security guard came and told us the pool area closes at midnight. “Apologies, we just had to dip our toes in for a few minutes, if that’s cool with you sir,” I said to the guard. He gave us a nod and said, “If you happen to be hear on my next round, then I’ll have to boot you out.” “Understood,” I said to him as I gave him a wave.

I the focused my attentions on Stacy. I had made a few attempts to escalate the kino during conversation, however, Stacy was a very avid talker so she focused on keeping the conversation going. After 30 more minutes of conversation, it was nearing 3 am and I reached a point where I was ready for sleep. “This has been a grand adventure” I said, “I’ll walk you back to your room, but it’s late so no bed time story for you.” She laughed as we got up and we went back up to her room which was about 15 floors up. At this point I was looking forward to getting back to my hotel to get some sleep as I had a fun night and did what I could to try to get some action going. I gave her a good by hug, which then led to us making out, and that led to a crazy sex marathon in which we had sex in literally every part of the room, from the bed to the couch to the shower the following morning. She was a bit of a screamer, and hearing her scream my name for about an hour certainly made the long conversation at the hot tub worth it.

As I was leaving her room around 9 am, the couple in the room next door was also leaving at the same time. They both gave a me a funny look, and then the woman said, “Good morning…Alpha.” I smirked back and said “A good morning indeed,” as I gave them a point and head nod and proceeded to take the elevator down the lobby with them.

Takeaways

4. Persistence is key. Just when I thought my night was over, it actually was just starting. It’s always up to you to see how long you’re willing to ride things out, but you might be surprised how they turn very quickly in your favor if you stick with it. Obviously paying careful attention to signs is important. In this case this girl keep talking and conversing, but her body language never closed herself of or implied that she was uninterested. If a girl is giving you clear “no’s” then it’s time ti call it quits. But if you’re getting good signals than it’s worth exploring.

3. Take the lead. We left the one party to go checkout the bar at her hotel. When we couldn’t get to the roof, I found a way into the service entrance. When the bar on the turned out to be closed, I took her to the hot tub. Then from the hot tub I walked her back to her room.

2. Don’t be afraid to break a few rules. Taking the bottle of wine, making our way into the service elevator and staying in the hot tub after closing were all fun things that broke a few rules. Obey the law, but break the rules, as the wine was paid for, the service entrance door was not fully closed, and the guard turned out to be cool with us kicking it at the hot tub after hours. This showed that I’m a man that does what he wants, when he wants, and doesn’t follow the rules everyone else does.

1. Hotel sex in the morning with a superb view of San Diego is awesome. That is all.

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Hustling The Hustler

Bender

“The thief steals from himself. The swindler swindles himself. For the real price is knowledge and virtue, whereof wealth and credit are signs. These signs, like paper money, may be counterfeited or stolen, but that which they represent, namely, knowledge and virtue, cannot be counterfeited or stolen.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Sometimes you go out and you have fun. Other times you go out and have an experience that makes for an exceptional night. This story is one of those times. A good friend of mine and I were out at our favorite hot spot in LA. We’ve been going to this place for almost a year now because they have great food, amazing drinks, the perfect atmosphere and the staff is incredible.

We get in, grab some dinner and drinks and are having a merry time. We wanted to have a fun night to cap an already fun weekend, so our energy was high and contagious. Mixed and mingled with several groups of people, bought a few cool girls that where hanging with us drinks (we didn’t expect anything in return and they turned out to be very fun) and even wound up doing shots with the manager and one of our favorite bar tenders.

Toward 1am we go to the bar to close out our tab so we could go to another spot close by with some of the waitresses and girls we had met that night. At the end of the bar was this group of women in their 40’s that were dancing and looked like they where having a good time. As we got the bar tender to get our tab, one of the women came next to me and asked about how to get the bartender’s attention. I replied that I could get it, but that usually involved him just bringing trouble. I asked her what she planned to order as her other friend come over and she told me that she was probably going with some champagne or wine. I told her that I would suggest getting the bar’s specialty cocktail.

Her friend: “So, you buying a round of drink for us?”

Now this tipped my spidey-sense that these ladies, though older, were still trying to run girl game into getting free drinks. I had done a quick scan of their left hands and indeed, they each has large wedding rings on them. I’ll buy a drink under the right conditions, but having a married woman blatantly try to get them from me is not one of them.

Me: “I don’t know you guys that well, so I don’t think so.” I said it in a playful but firm tone. This was a test of Are you Beta? Will you let us exploit you?

The bar tender came over to take their order and the girl I was conversing with ordered 1 glass of champagne and two glasses of wine. When the bar tender asked if they needed anything else, I told them they should try the house cocktail as I closed out my tab. The girl then told the bar tender that she’d try the house cocktail. The bartender come back with 2 of them.

Woman: “We’re going to need a 3rd since there are 3 of us.” The bartender made a third one and brought it over. He then brought out a printed tab, since it had been last call.

Bartender: “Thank you ladies, that will be $50.”

The woman put on a stunned face.

Woman: “These guys should be paying for these.”

Bartender: “I heard you order these.”

She then shot me and my friend a look. At this point we had a choice: Be coerced into paying for drink we did not order, or let her deal with a situation that she created. We looked back at her firmly and unflinchingly to signal that we would not be taken advantage of. In disbelief she turned back to the bartender.

Woman: “Do you know these guys?”

Bartender: “I do. They are stand up guys. If you want I can get security and we can sort this out.”

Woman: “Get the manager.”

At this point my friend an I remained calm at the bar, standing against it relaxed and silent, waiting to see how it all was going to unfold.

Manager: “What’s the problem?”

Woman: “These guys ordered drinks for me and they are trying to get out of paying for them.”

Manager: “Well I know these guys, and they are stand up guys, so we’re going to need you to resolve this.”

She looked stunned and shocked, and seemed offended that no one was immediately taking her side.

Woman: “Well I’m not paying for these.”

Manager: “Ok, they we’ll buy them.” He then reached over and took all of the drinks back behind the bar. This infuriated the woman as she turned to my friend and me.

Woman: “You two are the most classless scoundrels I have ever encountered out of any country I have been to.”

Me: “Excellent, I was going for the record.”

My friend waved a bouncer over.

My friend: “Can you please take this away?”

The bouncer came up next to the woman.

Bouncer: “Time to go.”

He then escorted her outside and her friends joined her there.

The 3 Takeaways:

1) Hold Frame

By holding Frame and not relinquishing it, we did not allow this woman to coerce us into paying for her drinks. There have been times in the past when my friend and I would have allowed ourselves to be guilted into paying for drinks like chumps. But by holding Frame we established that we are not some random suckers that will be taken advantage of and we will not part with our hard earn money to pay for someone looking for a free ride.

2) Building venue equity is just as important

From the bartender to the manager to the doorman the message was the same: These are stand up guys (men we respect and value at our establishment) and we know who they are. This claim that she was presenting was out of character for us and as such, the entire venue had our backs. This is a powerful thing, but it’s something you have to earn. We’d been investing and building venue equity in that place for months now and it was awesome to see that good credit in full action.

3) Always approach the night with a fun attitude

I’m sorry (that I’m not sorry) that we ruined this woman’s night, but she certainly wasn’t ruining ours. We went out with the attitude that we’re going to have fun no matter what, and despite this incident, we had a great time and got an entertaining story out of it.

Now go out and have some fun you fellow scoundrels.

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Nightcap: 3 Night Game Tips

3 glasses

“I believe that if life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade… And try to find somebody whose life has given them vodka, and have a party.” – Ron White

For this topic I’ll be giving some practical advice to take your experiences out on the next level. I’ve used these before and it blows my mind that more people don’t do these things. Don’t want to be another average patron? Then it’s time to build some Equity Venue. Equity Venue is the goodwill, or value you add with a venue and can be clutch with helping your game. It’s a way of building social proof as well giving you the freedom to have more fun. So, here are some quick tips that will help you build that equity in no time:

Game Tip 1:

Ask your bartenders and servers about their day. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve asked a waitress or a bartender how their night is going, and they respond with “thank you so much for asking, no one ever asks.” If you want to stand out from the crowd, this is a very easy first step. Chat them up, ask them one of the Golden Questions to quickly build a bond. Also offering to by them a shot, especially if it’s busy is a great gesture. If they take you up, it’s a fun way to have a “little secret” with them and if they can’t you can parlay it into “I will need to buy you one later,” which makes number closing a cake walk. And as always, be sure to tip them well. They remember.

Game Tip 2:

If you like a place then ask for the manager. Tell them you like the place, you’re having a great time and that your server or favorite bar tender is awesome. It gives you some venue equity by creating good will and shows that you’re a person who has appreciation for the work they have to do. It makes you come across as genuine and authentic person and the “right” type of clientele for that establishment. Ask them if they have an official hashtag that they use so you can give them some social media love. If you have a business card (which is advised), you should give it to them and get theirs in return. It’s a great networking opportunity. It’ll make you more recognizable by the staff the next time you visit and very soon you’ll find that you might get some nice hook ups tossed your way without you even asking. Which leads to #3…

Game Tip 3:

Never ask for a hook up. At least not right off the bat. It reflects poorly on you and any actions you take in the future will have a shadow of non-genuineness cast upon them. When you talk to and compliment the manager and/or owner of an establishment, let them be the ones to say “do you want a drink?” or “drop my name at the door any time.” Not asking for anything upfront is a great way to show true appreciation, and people respect that. Also it makes people more likely to want to have you around and to hook you up out of their own goodness. People can smell when you’re only looking out for yourself from a mile away. But if you frequent a place, get to know the staff and management, as well as be generous in your tips, you’re essentially adding more value into your “venue equity account.” After a while then it’s ok to start seeing if you can withdraw a little good will for things like free drinks, getting easily past lines, or even getting in without cover. But trying to get all of those earned perks off the bat doesn’t work unless you’re already famous. Build your venue equity first and when you feel comfortable, exercise a little bit of it, but usually you won’t even need to. So be genuine, add value and build good will. Don’t be a user…it’s not a good look.

That’s it for today. I’ll be doing more posts on related topics, so be sure to follow my blog for more tips on Red Pill topics and taking your Game to the next level.

Cheers.

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