field report

Holy balls, on Friday I the best sex of my life. I debated writing this post because it’s simply too damned durty, but screw it there is some good stuff there. Plus, all of my blogging friends are getting laid–here, here, and here–so what the hell.

Obviously, you’ll want to watch this video first:

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As Lance says here, the perfect date is indeed a blog-worthy subject. I’ve been on many first dates myself (in fact, that was practically all I used to go on) and while I have to agree with Dadshouse that most online daters aren’t terribly original when it comes to first dates, I thought I’d put in my two cents as part of my entry for his First-Date Contest.

I have to agree with Lance that what makes a first date stand out isn’t typically the venue, it’s something electrifying about the company that you’re with. However, it’s hard to be electrified if you don’t craft the scenario at least a little bit to your liking. The anticipation begins before the date. Obviously my best first date in theory was with the BF, since it led to our fantastic relationship. And there were good things and bad things about it–so here I’ll list the good things and the bad, thereby serving as an object lesson in what to do and what not to do, simultaneously. Continued

Alright, here’s the report from my glorious weekend. I got blown out by two of my prospects and I pulled a new girl in one of my fastest pickups. There were some awesome insights from all three encounters. Before I launch into the field report, I want to say that all three girls are cool, attractive women, and I definitely like them as people and not just as sex objects. This is me not being a douchebag :p Onwards!

(My weekend ended with a bit of this. Did yours?)

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Setup: The City

First of all, warning! I decided to throw an explicit account of my weekend out there because, hey, single people aren’t the only ones who have sex Here goes…on a non-sex related note, Seattle’s beautiful, though I have to say as a city it’s not my style (I prefer San Francisco and Boston…different as they are from each other). I was there for a conference and the BF came along for the ride. We stayed at the Westin with a friend of mine, Diane. We were supposed to have one other roomie, Rita, but she had some family stuff come up and cancelled at the last minute.

Diane was kind of concerned that she’d be a third wheel (fifth wheel?) and repeatedly told us that if we wanted “coupletime,” to just let her know and she’d clear out. The BF and I thought this was pretty funny and would shout “couple time!” whenever she looked like she was about to fall asleep, when she was working on her conference presentation, whatever. Continued

I had this one amazing night over the weekend, probably the funnest night I’ve had all year. I’m going to write this one field report style, so it’ll be fast and furious with little embellishment. There’s some good tactics and a few new things I tried.

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Holy crap, how come I get all the crazy ones? You know this girl Kitty I’ve been banging, er, dating? Well, things have definitely gone into the shitter with her. Here’s what happened.

I was out of town for a week and the whole time Kitty and I communicated. Cutesy texts, emails, even a couple of phone calls. It looked like this thing might be a decent deal. We planned to meet for drinks on the Sunday that I got back. Sunday rolled around, I went to the bar where we were supposed to meet and she stood me up over text. Yeah, that’s right, she texted that she was too tired from working (she worked occasional weekends at a hospital) and couldn’t make it. Okay. I was miffed, but I blew past it and actually ended up having a rocking good time anyway. I called up some pals and partied with them. Screw it.

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This is part 2 of my post on getting numbers and setting up dates. Read part 1 here. I’m going to present three of my interactions and describe why they worked or didn’t work.

Before I launch into it, I want to say a few words on Calibration. Calibration is your sense of how a person is going to react to the things you say and do. The more interactions you have and the more experience you accumulate, the better you’re calibrated and the better you can respond to the other person. Calibration is pretty much fundamental to game, and every social artist will tell you to do thousands of approaches until your calibration is finely tuned. For me, this is where pickup becomes an art form…human interactions go from being awkward, clunky communications to highly interesting (and fun) exchanges. In fact, I want to go a step further and say that an interaction can become transcendent when you have two people with great game communicating with each other.

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Okay, I had a great little Saturday night. Initially, I invited Kitty Lance to go for dinner at this hot Cuban place (kickass mojitos and ‘ritas), but Kitty was getting over a cold and not quite up for going out. Instead, we grilled at her place and killed a bottle of wine, which was fine because it was a spectacularly nice evening. Umm, what else does this mean? That’s right, pre-extracted, much easier to get my schwervey-schwerve on. Now, if only I could sedate the two dogs who f’ed up my game last time.

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Someone shoot me in the face. I royally jackassed up with the new Leo.

Here’s what happened. Kitty and I had settled on a date for Saturday night. We made these arrangements the day after our first date completely via text, and I knew it was on. Basically, the tone of the texts was pretty sexual, and as long as I didn’t fuck up horribly we were going to get into some intense monkey sex after our date. She wanted it and, obviously, I wanted it too.

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My date with Kitty was killer. Here’s how it went down.

Firstly, I was well dressed. I wore a cool pair of jeans and a badass, dark green, long sleeve shirt I save for special occasions and first dates. The shirt is fitted, so it shows off my upper body well. This is a nice detail that has gotten me compliments in the past.

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