‘Oh god I’m so nervous, she agreed to come on a date with me, and I’m totally freaking out. What am I going to do?’ Said one of my more awkward, less confident mates (Tariq).
‘Was it that cute, geeky girl from the library you asked out?’ I replied.
‘Yeah that’s her! We’re catching up for coffee this Friday. I’m so worried that she’s not going to like me. What are we going to talk about?’ He nervously blurted, while fidgeting in his seat.
‘If she’s going on a date with you, she most probably ALREADY LIKES YOU’ I stated, with a look of conviction.
Continue reading “What To Do On A First Date – Part 1”
Continuing on from part one, I was due to catch up with Natalya 40 minutes after I dropped Suzie off to the underground.
I met Natalya on the same week I met Suzie, after leaving London and going on an approach rampage in Prague.
The day I met Natalya, she was walking around Na Prikope doing a bit of shopping. She was fine as all hell – blonde, big breasted, tall, wearing this tight dress that showed off everything, particularly her curvy hips + ass – very classy.
I ran up to her in the street and do what I usually do, which is: tell her she looks attractive, tell her just wanted to talk to her for bit, and freestyle from there.
Continue reading “Fond Memories of Prague 2”
This story carries on from when I left London (the day after I banged the Hottie with the third wheel), and if you missed the post, you can find it here.
Sitting in abysmal traffic and still yet to check in, with my flight about 80 minutes away, I was starting to worry whether I was doomed to stay in London forever.
Continue reading “Fond Memories of Prague”
‘Man that girl was smoking hot! Why didn’t you go talk to her?’
‘She intimidates me … look how she struts so confidently, so dominantly, like she owns life. And that resting bitch face, she’d eat me alive!’
Does this situation sound familiar?
I know when I talk to guys, time and again, this same topic comes up; or at least a variation of this topic.
Continue reading “Why I Love Dating ‘Intimidating’ Women”
Beautiful dark blonde hair, big brown eyes, tight body and C cup tits.
I had just finished up a late lunch after a long training session at the gym. Feeling less beat up than usual I decide to go ‘shopping for some pants’ (AKA talk to beautiful women on the street). It had been raining a lot lately and the sun was finally out, and experience tells me where there is sunshine, there is beautiful women.
Continue reading “Just for One Night”
This little gem will be my first story of many on this blog, and is happy memory from my short stay in London.
It’s week 4 of my 6 week stay in London. There was finally some questionable sunshine after 4 hard days of unquestionable rain. I hadn’t had sex since I left New Zealand 4 weeks ago, and my balls felt like they were going to explode!
I catch the train from Bethnal Green towards Leicester Square and start walking around. It’s about 3pm in the afternoon. There was some fine talent, and after 4 or 5 rejections, I spot a short, curvy, and super cute English girl with a fringe, dark blonde hair, and a fine pair legs showing ever so clearly in her yoga pants. Oblivious to the fact that she was part of a MUCH larger group (some random awareness walk around London), I went in.
Continue reading “The Hottie and the Third Wheel”