Year: 2014

October 26th 2013,

Hello friends, I am going to tell you how a very good night turned to the nightmare. And when I say “nightmare”, it is not a word I use thoughtlessly.

1) On Thursday evening, DATE with a girl of Adopte at her home. It was a rather hilarious interaction. In fact, I contacted her hastily on Sunday, 13, I have taken her number after a rather wonderful conversation.
– She offers you the possibility of discussing with her. Do not hesitate to send her a message to try to land in her basket !
– hello Caro ! Ah I am satisfied that you confirm me! Well I would have liked that you send the first message but nobody is perfect…
– And would not my first message be this one? Attractive master’s degree of the conditional, I recognize it to you
– First sentence correct, in addition you flatter me, I am willing to continue to speak with you 😀
On the other hand, it is forbidden to ask for hings like in a questionnaire: where do you come from, do you like carrots, etc.
– But I preferred to know if you like carrots, it can be a means of pressure if it is not the case, I heard that “for the rabbit, the carrot is the worst embodiment of the evil “. What do you think about it?
– I think that I am maybe a rabbit because carrots give me not catholic ideas.
– Being religious, my ideas are clear as can be. But not with carrots, I give them to you, yes, really.
– If I come to your place it will be so that you cook me something with carrots not to make l love. Do you want to chat on Facebook, it shall be nicer.
– It was absolutely not my intention and if I want to say something in this sense, I have a vocabulary which will allow me to do so haha. Regrettably, no Facebook for me. Twitter? But the messages will not go faster than here.
– I will be disconnected at 6 pm , love!!! (I have a free account) please send a first original message and I shall answer you 06********
She did not answer my messages for a few days. Then wrote me just like that last Sunday (the 20). We a little discussed by SMS. I was then inspired I suggested her making her a massage with the light of candles, I am so romantic ! She said OK, that we could meet on Friday evening. Except that not, I was busy thus I negotiated on Thursday evening. She wanted that we go out to have a drink, I said no. She wanted that we see each other rather at my place then, I said “no at yours”. All the indicators in the green, she sent me a message at 8 am in the morning Thursday so that I have her address. I smelt the motivated girl, really, nevertheless I don’t like counting my chickens before they are hatched. I thus turned up at her home at about 8:30 pm in the doorway : a kiss in the neck, I took the hand, she squeezed it and kept her. I asked if I had to take off my shoes, she said yes, I asked if I had to take off my other clothes, she said “not now”. After 10 minutes I was fingering her, after 15minutes she started sucking me. I pretended to get a foothold like never, I encouraged her. It was good all the same. Later I screwed her on the sofa bed. I wonder if she really wanted a massage in fact, héhéhé. In brief, the small banker in tailor, bobbed hairstyle, the authoritarian face (the kind of almost-thirty-year old who deserves her dose of do), it is checked. Having been blocked at my parent’s to study since the end of September, I will thus not finish Virgin of October.

2) Champagne Showers in a club with Padawan as a wingman. We spent a very good night. One of the organizers who likes what I write made us dupe the line, had 20 bimbos there who grumbled in the square meter. We stayed a long moment with a group of girls (it was not some caviar but they were not too bad, big liqueur brandies and were hungry). We approached them with an awesome “do you take some pleasure tonight?
– yes 😀
– do you want more ?
– heu I don’t know heu
– did you brush your teeth ?
– yes
– me too ! we kiss ?” And there I found myself with a dead woman of hunger who made every effort to clean me the inter-dental space with her tongue. Padawan close by connected her friend but that did not work. I say to the tall bitch endowed with a hallucinating low neck (the one that I was kissing) “tell me, do you wants to make a threesome at my place with my buddy?
– what ?! I can have both of you ?! Ah yesssssssss. (On the tone of : it is the deal of the century!!!)” Then, she started kissing Padawan… and me, I took care of her friend. I did again the “did you brush your teeth” line (I will copyright it) and, ho god, it worked. We warmed well them both then thanks to the sexual energy, Padawan eventually kissed also the second chick. Thus here we were, we were next to the bar and we fiddled with them, and we were exchanging them and everything. We thus logically negotiated a foursome. One was really hot, the second I felt her feverish but she would have followed because I suggested licking her during 20 minutes. A real bargain for her! In brief, their third friend turned up with a guy, and she passionately kissed her two friends. As a consequence, I tried a magnificent “me too PLEASE” thus she turned to me, maintained my eye contact, I supported her EC… She looked down the first one. I endured more sexual tension than her, she submitted, kissclose. We little eat each other’s mouth, it was nice. It was the only one in my size moreover, the two others were giants. But well, she left with her guy who got nothing. Fuxelife. In brief, at the moment they wanted to go to the toilet, I asked if we could screw them in the crappers and they said no. I asked for the color of their underwear: they revealed them to us but did not want to show us their tits then we let them leave because we wanted to put them “in the refrigerator” a little so they realize the luck they almost had. In any case, we said to ourselves that we were later going to see them again. Meanwhile, Padawan approached a brown girl with beautiful blue eyes, tall and thin. That happened very fast, he approached with “kiss my buddy.
– No he is ugly. It is rather you that would interest me.
– so kiss me.
– No it is you the man, it belongs to you to kiss the first one.” Thus OK, I learnt that I was ugly. Besides, she added that I hurt her so much I was ugly. The big deal : I set much worse in the mouth and next to that I screwed chicks twice better than her. I live it in a good way, this kind of remark slides on me as a penis would slide in the vagina of a woman fountain. I am a kind of “Chuck Bass the sexual” and Padawan is rather like “Nate the handsome guy” : it is not the same kind of charm, that’s it. But it was the silly bitch in any case, who is frustrated and disturbed : which girl would say that about the buddy of a guy whom she has just met ? Well, I left them together and went to speak to the DJ. Then, I wasted my time with a girl who was a headache to me, she wanted me to give her fags and did not let me alone. I don’t like the hazy and then well, I had already fucked tonight, and I had a foursome feverish but solid threesome on the light. The thing is that the bitch (the one who had bit tits and low neck next to her nipples) has probably seen Padawan kissing the blue-eyes girl because she left… I was disappointed, but well, with Pada we shall destroy a girl together or then we shall destroy 2 girls at the same time and we exchange them. It’s said! At the end, Padawan wanted to take the number of his silly bitch but she answered “do you want to have sex?
– No I sleep at a friend’s this evening
– Then give me your number.
– I don’t give my number so easily.
– Then you are very stupid, go away, I don’t like not the pussies who take themselves for princesses.” Well… I have to say that Padawan improved his Game, it is really notable and this is just the beginning 😉

3) By returning around 4 o’clock, Padawan walked me back and we settled comfortably on the pavement in front of my house. We sat quiet to debrief the evening. At the end of quarter of an hour, we saw a guy who approached us by running. Because a lot of people asked us fags and everything, we didn’t pay more attention than that and especially we were not enough wary seen that it is all the same a busy main avenue and that there is some light. When he arrived at my level, he gave me a big kick of sole in the head by surprise, I broke the window behind then Padawan who looked somewhere else believed that it was an irritated guy who had just put a kick in the window. I received another kick in the head before understanding what was happening and shouting “Padawan”. There, he got up and engaged in combat with this bastard who persecuted me. One ugly man, tall and fine, the skin matte Arabic or Indian type and long hair, a sweet dirties on the back. I also got up, completely sounded and a big guy, like half-european half-Arabic, even taller than the first one, skin head approached me. I didn’t know what he wanted at first sight and I was sounded: he put me a punch in nose directly. I began to piss the blood, I saw my own blood spattering and flowing like water but fuxelife, I finally put myself in position of fight and I said “but we don’t know you, we never did anything to you.
– no need to know you”. I managed to adorn a punch, I know it because this morning I have a great pain in the thumb. Meanwhile, Padawan dominated well the lean, I guess that he destroyed his jaw. The thing is that this drug-addict had eyes wide open, and did not feel pain: he got up every time and Pada eventually hurt in the wrist due to knocking him. Padawan then attacked the big one, he put him on the ground and I was able to get free. He would have been able to crush his mouth against the ground but he was kind. Maybe too much because these sons of bitches deserved that we cure them of the desire to assault people but needs to know that in France if you defend yourself and that you really hurt the guy, he can lodge a complaint against you and you are annoyed (the law says that the answer must be proportioned, in the practice it is the one who makes most damages who is wrong). I took out my keys and went towards to my door, I thought that he followed me except that in fact it was the cocaine addict with long hair. Padawan spoke with two other Arabic who had stayed behind (they filmed the scene for YouTube) and who advised “run away, they are high, they do that to have fun”. Then Padawan sprinted, whereas the big one got up and the 4 began running after him. He crossed fortunately rather quickly a police patrol “Sir, it is necessary to dress again, it is forbidden to walk topless.
– I would like to but I have been assaulted and they destroyed my t-shirt.” Then here we were, the dog unit tried to find them but unsuccessfully. Fire brigades came to find us and we spent 4 hours in the emergencies of the hospital for exams. So : He has the broken wrist and scratches on the face. I have the broken nose, two beautiful black eyes under eyes, a sprain in the thumb and they gunned down my Jules shirt . Then, we spent 3 hours (without lying) to the commissionership. The cops knew very well who were these guys, it was not the first time they assaulted people, but they cannot arrest them because no flagrante delicto (but that did not prevent them from treating me like if I was the aggressor while talking to me curtly and by looking for the slightest small details of my story which could contradict themselves). The thing is that usually, this group of 4 leaves their victims KO on the ground and robs them. Then we can say that we went out well there especially that last week beat up a pregnant woman. Three things there I don’t want to imagine :
– If they had a weapon (knife or gun), it is sure that we stayed there. I read in their eyes that they had no limit.
– If they had knocked out Padawan by surprise at the beginning instead of me, I would not have been able to defend him as well as he did for me. I am not black belt.
– If the two who were too cowardly to fight had also come, in 4 against 2 we had no chance… They were not drunk or high, they were maybe their dealers.
– If they had not attacked US but rather the group of girls who arrived later in the street, they would have finished raped on the pavement.
Then here we are, on one side we can be really competent in the communication, the psychology, the influence. It is useful and I have already defused quite a lot of conflicts like that. I already had to give knocks but it was totally different: once in box a guy wanted to assault me and because he was drunk he fell alone when I touched him and another time in the street we were 4 against 4 and I had just put my knee in a guy, my buddies had taken care of the others! But there, it was a totally random aggression, it was the jungle, and I paid it. No logic if it is not the law of the strongest. Thus here we are, needs to develop also our bodies. Thanks to Pada I have a quite healthy lifestyle, I even built muscle, I think that this is why I so well handled the knocks: Seriousness I took 4 or 5 knocks in the face and I felt nothing, I remained lucid and I tried to find a solution so that we get out of it (here is a good reason for not drinking). Well, needs to become aware that it is a question of survival to create muscle and to know how to fight. Certainly, I have a buddy coach in seduction who had a group of servicemen: the guys were animals but in front of the women, they were pussies. Except that I think that even in seduction it can play, the girl can smell when she is really safe with a guy. It is maybe what I need to work on the most. The cop who took our testimony exposed us her point of view and I share it with you because it is interesting “all these stupid people who say that you should not stigmatize, it is really the ones to who nothing happened. On Sunday, one of our colleagues was stabbed in the eye up to the brain, he died while he just proceeded to an identity check. No one speaks about it, but about the <poor> Leonarda everybody speak about it eh. ” The morality is: learn how to fight, build muscle, have a food which will maintain you in shape: we do not know neither when nor where nor who can try to kill you nor why. It is just a question of survival from now with this too overliberal government, and still I don’t live in Marseille but in a renowned soft city. Then, needs not to fall in ” ah well it is top dangerous I don’t go out from now”, it would be to let them win. Just needs to be careful and ready if necessary to have a talent in front of these leeches who live only to annoy the others and who will not even be worried by the justice. Fucking country… and those who are not conscious of that are idiots. The reality is that it is not the country of Care Bears and those who will just affect you to pass the time will not be guys integrated into the society, who have a job, etc.. It will be resentful people who just hate you because you because you have a good job or because you are well-dressed or, or because of your ethnic origins, etc. You try to integrate them and to give them money and everything to give you good consciousness, but they hate you and at the first opportunity they will stab you in the back to rape your wife. Just be aware. Besides it had been one moment since I said to myself that in the evening, there were not so many girls than before and that they were much more wary. The field became really difficult here… and we cannot blame the chicks: they do not feel safe with all the news we can read in newspapers… and all the hidden facts. I cannot stop not living the scene in my head. It’s like if it was not real except that today I have one fucking headache which reminds me that, no, it was not nightmare but the reality. Some people advised me to move because this crazy people know where I live. I don’t really know what to think of it. So, we have to go back to the hospital in order to pay a colossal sum in exchange for three bandages and some radios. In brief, only annoy in perspectives. I feel the hatred. I want to punch someone or something. Or that Virginie comes and gives me a hug !!! What reassures me it is that even the mentalist is powerless when people become violent, he calls his sturdy buddies.

But I am going to try to transform my hatred into a positive thing, and from next week onwards I am going to practice tae kwon do with Padawan. That does not appear to me to be any more an option, because I don’t want to live by ignoring the reality. Finally, that was an electric shock for me which will make me move forward in my life. Fucking the girls, knowing which values we look for, it is good… But it is finally only a stage of the personal fulfillment towards better lifestyle one. Maybe not even the most important. And it is really THAT which is important: the lifestyle. In “to survive and reproduce” there is “to survive” and it is better to chose to “live good”.

Hope you will get my message. May the God of the Game make us open the eyes !

PS: don’t tell meI am racist because I said that they were Arabic (one of my best buddies is called Hafid). It is just a fact. If that had been idiots of riffraff typified European or African or slanting eyes, I would have said so all the same.

September 21st 2013,

On Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday : It is in my boxer shorts in Mickey’s effigy and with a vile beard of 15 days that I revise my exams of accounting. I am strangely very put under stress and obsessed by the accounts of debit and credit. The lack of sex also begins to be CRUELLY felt, because stuck at my parents, I did not screw since the girl of the bodypainting. I even dream about it at night, then I sleep badly and I am unbearable. I pity my circle of acquaintances.

On Friday: yesterday thus, I sent a message to Virginie. I told her that I wanted her. Answer ” I have just gone to the osteopath and he told me no effort during 48 hours thus it is not possible”. My heart skipped a beat. By way of outlet, I sent to all the girls that I fucked and whose number I kept “do you have you a friend who needs to be filled?”

They have all, without exception, taken advantage of this shout of the heart to rub salt in the wound and patronize me. It is crazy, ho, as soon as you show a little of weakness, they try to stuff you instead of helping you. So I caught up the thing with a sincere text but which restores the order in the Universe “I want to fuck an unknown, to make her live the moment of her life, but I have no time to go out to pick up because I study for my exams”.

The good side of the business it is that I so established again the contact with Marie (my open relation of February) and she is OK tp go back to bed with me from time to time. So cool. That tempted me to shake me then I watched Tony Parker crushing the team of Spain. The second good news, I also managed to convince Virginie to come all the same (because the missionary is not considered as a physical effort by Dr Cyprine and she rather looked all right). An feverish “all right” thus, certainly because she was put under stress.

On Saturday morning: I received “euh I learnt a not excellent news this morning and I have complicated things in this connection with my mother. So I am not very motivated for this afternoon =/
– Okay ! I don’t want to oblige you to tell me about it if you don’t want to! Just tell me if you cancel or not
– So much the better because I have no desire to speak to you about it. Euh well I dunno, I don’t want to kill the mood.
– Kill the mood ? What do you mean ?
– Well, we can’t say that I am in a very good mood.
– OKAY, I see. Well that’s up to you to tell me if you think that it is better to change to you the ideas or to stay at your home…
– Hem, seen like that… I am going to try to motivate myself but I promise you nothing.
– I thus have not the impression that you really want it…
– It’s complicated =/
– I know it’s complicated. The problem with your mother on one side. Well yesterday you wanted to cancel because of the osteopath. I suppose that you have 1000 questions in your mind but isn’t it simpler to come and see by yourself ? Acting has never created real regrets, not acting yes, on the other hand. I need to know to get organized in the afternoon… 🙂
– It is more the Not Excellent News which put me in a bad mood than my mother. OK. I am going to write and I think that I will feel better later. Long live to the introspection!
– Okay tell me then
– No no, I planned to keep you waiting, that seems obvious =P
– Lol =p Well I am going to organize like if you were coming then because I think that it is the most intelligent thing to do in this situation:)
– One thing’s for sure, you master rather well the art of the persuasion rhetoric. Especially about the contain of the message.
– I don’t try to. It is just that it seems to me to be the good decision. Otherwise every time we will plan to see each other you will have a dose of stress which will make you doubt. But the introspection will tell it to you as well as me… I am sure =)
– Nope in this case that is not at all about stress. Ah well I will tell you that. Sometimes that helps and sometimes not. Suspense!
– Yes
– Well writing did not solve my problem – at the same time it is logical – but I feel a little better.
– That’s fine! and in addition we are going to try to change your ideas:) see you later then

Two little words about this TEXTING-GAME: we apply the same rules by message than during a communication IRL. Namely: we use the same smiley(s) than her to create report. We show some detachment and we make her understand that we are a busy man. We oblige her to go in the rear and to assume if she really wants to cancel and we don’t let her force us into error. Important : never admit that we use processes of influence. Otherwise, I think that she was very put under stress and dreaded sleeping with me thus she was tempted to use any excuse to cancel. Certainly to test my motivation too. Why I accepted her whims? The reward was simply worth it there. If she comes, we are going to do naughty things. If the only reward was a coffee or a meal, I would simply have answered “too bad” to her first message. But I like this girl. Thin, cute, blue eyes, VIRGIN, respectful and motivated. A little bit strange that she chose me but she certainly wanted a confident guy who knows a minimum of things more rather than a fag half virgin like she sees a lot of it in her faculty of literature. Two virgins together, what an horror after 16.

She arrived at about 2 pm as expected. I then started to warm her in the lounge. Then cunnilingus in my bedroom. I asked her if she preferred to rise on me and to put it herself or if I put it to her, she told me to do it. Everything went well, she did not have pain and even took some pleasure during her first time. In fact, I had probably broke her hymen last time, I think that is why she had no pain today. Later we recovered from this effort by watching The Lion King 2. In the middle of the movie, I caressed her again then almost led her to the orgasm. I have taken her again, her small quite firm body excites me as much as the body of the cutie from Toulon (or even more). I really want to see her again regularly and to make of her one of my sources of affection. As would say Aurélien, it is “with the blood of a virgin” that I wrote these “devilish verses”.

Cherry on the cake, when she left, I photographed her.

Like Nico would say “for me it was a shitty week, so imagine what I think about yours”.

NB: I had sent her my long monologue about the dating sites in July.

September 27th 2013,

Virginia had her first orgasm !

May the God of the Game be with you !

September 13th 2013,

I have almost been flaked by little Virginie but she eventually came to see me. The poor girl was put under stress, it was necessary to reassure her. I do not really realize anymore how much it is difficult for a beginner to go out of her comfort zone to make love with an unknown. It is way easier to stay at home reading a book… but it is impossible to have the satisfaction of having moved on in her life otherwise. Not doing what we really want to do at the bottom of us while we could very well, I call this “weakness.” She wasn’t weak.

The etymology of the first name Virginie is something like “pure/virgin”. I had kissed her in front of The Lion King last week, we had undressed and I had licked her. She thus came watching the end of the movie, and getting a massage. I have undressed her again (she is still hot) and approached her of the orgasm… Then I suggested making love, and thus making her lose her virginity. Her answer : “I really want you but I can’t”. She took advantage of it to tell me that she was on her period. Cold shower. But I do not give up so easily.

After many discussions, she told me that I could take off her tampon. Bad luck, when I wanted to catch it, it broke inside. I thus left for expedition to find it then I took it off. A little bit gory, I have never had to do that before, but we laughed at it.

I asked her if she wanted me to put a condom. Answer: “it is better”. Obviously it is better, I even wonder why I ask the question. Then, I approached her vagina, I don’t really know if I penetrated her or not, ” it hurts too much, stop, I don’t want any more”.

I tried to tell her to shake me or to suck me or whatever but nothing to do. “It is the 3rd time of the week that I feel guilty : Two guys told me that they were in love with me but because I am not polygamous I rejected them, and you tell me that I frustrate you… sorry”.

The subject is the following one: did I penetrate her ? Am I a not delicate person ? On the other hand, I do not really know what different I shall have been able to do ? Besides, she arrived at 3 pm and left at 5 pm for her buses : we had a problem of time.

Fortunately, she said that we would see again each other next week, if I was OK. I think of making her jump on me so that she put it inside of her alone.

Then yeah, we could wonder if it is not a waste of time, getting bored with these problems of virginity, and so why not just nexting her ?

Yes but no. It is without taking into account the human dimension. First of all, because it is necessary go 2 minutes in her skin : if for once that she makes a step towards the guys, I rejected her, that would have been able to traumatize her. And don’t forget that it is an honor to be chosen to be the first one. Then, I have no problem with making efforts if the other person does the same, I just don’t want to be the only one. Finally, because I feel a strong connection with her. I want to say, she attracts me physically she is cute and everything. But there is something more… First of all, she has an enormous IQ and good emotional sensibility too, thus she is a superior intelligence and I like that. Then, she is really mature for her age in spite of her sexual inexperience : I have the impression to speak with somebody of my age or more (that it is because she reads a lot and because her parents separated and work a lot so it is her who takes care of her family). To finish, she is a pearl of purity: she does not drink, does not smoke, does not take the pill, she eats healthy and not too much (I think she is going to LOVE sex to compensate if you want my opinion), she has problems but remains positive and reads my blog. In brief, she is a very good genetic environment for possible genes of Cyprineman Junior! Roughly, I admit that I like her very much, she has something special in my eyes, I’m not saying that everybody would like her but for me she is very good, in addition she doesn’t look like against an “open relation” and all this frightens me a little! Me in the other hand, I do not risk to wimp out for once that I find a girl I really like (even if we seem to be two opposite (libertine/virgin) we are alike on quite a lot of points!) Time will tell…

May the God of the Game be with us !

September 9th 2013,

On Wednesday evening, because I had no fresh plan, I connected on Facebook, the hopeful heart. I commented on the new profile picture of a girl of my age I have in my friend list for something like 4 or 5 years. I had picked her up on Badoo ages ago and we spoke to each other once a year, by saying that “yeah, we should meet, I tell you when I am free”. For 3 or 4 months, I guess a renewed interest: she regularly comments on articles which I posts and agrees that doggy style is awesome.

On the photo in question, she was photoshoped : a strip of painting around the eyes then I wrote an innocent “yeah we should do a session of bodypainting”. This opening gave rise to a discussion by private message and a daring date, on Sunday, yesterday at 3 pm.

I went to buy some bodysuit-paint for the occasion: I thus waited a return on investment. For her part, she came with a cover and brushes. I had no idea what I was going to do to her until I see her, but I was not disappointed. Scrap of a woman, she is hardly more than 5ft25 but cute and sexy. Her long brown hair and a little curled like a wild girl which fell on her very suntanned skin reminded me a lioness. I thus decided that she would be my feline. When I announced it to her, this idea pleased her, I believe that she even mewed at this moment. That inspired me a lot : very sexy!!!

Once in my room, we a spoke little (around 30 minutes) and we agreed that it would be better to reflect stark naked. We play rock-paper-scissor to decide who will be the first to undress, it made me hard because I lost. She then removed her clothes one by one and I admit that I enjoyed my life. This is exactly why I game : A stomach so flat than I guessed her abs, firm tits perfect for my hands and a butt quite sexy.

I learnt a little more about her, she is from a family of people freed sexually. Her brother is a street stripper, she spends her summers in le cap d’Agde and goes regularly to libertine clubs : she is a very good investment. We discussed to know if in partner-swapping clubs it is seduction or not, “undoubtedly” according to her. Other interesting thing, she does not kiss easily “I certainly sucked more guys than I kissed. Some people tell me : fuck you have just given a blow job to me and you don’t want to kiss me?!”. Something else about which we spoke, she made an internet profile of cute guy and tried to pick up girls… Conclusion: she is in total agreement with my article on the subject: it is really very difficult to get out even if we are good looking, because most of the girls are shy, afraid and only here to boast. Of course, they will not admit it and some will not even do it consciously.

While I got down to make of her my work of art, I always touched her in a pseudo-innocent way to make rise the sexual tension. The result was really not bad, I made her black tasks, some red around the mouth like if she had just devoured a poor gazelle, and finally a big fluorescent yellow mark on the right buttock (the signature of the master), for fun.

For her part, she made of me a blue robot, my brain was connected with my sex by electric cords. When she painted around my sex, she said “I have never been so close to a sex without sucking it”. I said nothing, tried nothing, did nothing to break this sacred tension. Moreover, we should always get naked for an Internet date: the current passes so well then, it is something way more honest.

After the session of painting, she wanted to take photos (of me, her, us). She wants to put it on her blog then I had to hide my sex with a hat. I had fun making it hold thanks to my powerful phallus, but fuck at the end of 4 hours, my dick fell a little… so the hat fell too. She said, “I am going to help you a little” kneeled down and sucked me during 1 minute. It was so good after all this expectation! We put back in place the hat and made the famous photos then “I am sorry for just now”, she kneeled down again and finished the work. I have to admit that she knows her business, she swallowed me by saying “very good taste”. Flattering !

After that awesome moment, I lengthened and licked her up to the orgasm. She suckedme again, this time seated on a stool, then our respective paintings mixed in a carnal embrace (me on her, me under her and standing doggy style). She likes the balance of power, very good, me too.

When we went out of our bubble : 9:30 pm!!! It is incredible how the afternoon had passed fast. Really interesting temporal phenomenon of distortion. On the other hand, I didn’t work, and I felt guilty, I have to lock myself all this week to catch up and make a success of my final exam which will take place at the end of October.

In the evening, she suggested paying me a pizza if she could stay the night. What a deal. We had a walk in town to get some fresh air, we spoke a lot… she compared the street pick up with the street art because she sings with the guitar and improvise things. Then we returned, she has sucked me again and I have licked her again. This girl knows so well how to play and gives so much that I want to give to her a lot too in return. This morning in the awakening, we have done it in 3 or 4 positions. Balance sheet : she came 6 times and me 4. It is way better with girls who feel sexually at ease and know their body.

On the other hand, I am afraid of having shocked my new roommate. Oh, she needs to become used to it, eh. That one is not going to piss me off. It is necessary to say that I miss my ex-roommate a little but fuck he is in the nick for drug trafficking.

It was awesome, I really want to see her again ! May the God of the Game be with you !

PS : as I write this FR, she has just sent me a mp3 that she recorded for me without I asked her anything. What an artist! In brief what she says in this song it is that she was fucked well and that inspired her! Coming from a girl who has a lot of experience like her, I appreciate all the more the compliment!!!

Vidéo : http://youtu.be/WYpc5H8kXlk

PS 2: I wrote some times ago that the girl “lambda” could not appreciate the confidence as an attractive quality. In fact, what I meant to say is that she can be attracted for example, many girls are attracted by Chuck Bass. But because he is inaccessible… if they had him in front of them, many would chicken out : social pressure, stress, feeling uncomfortable with her body, has blockings, is intimidated, is afraid of not being good enough in bed, etc. And they would throw this frustration to his face! That’s the truth ! Of course, it does not necessarily mean that all the girls would like him, but among the girls who would like him, he could fuck not all of them. Taking the plunge would need notch, except that, few people have it. This is the concept of the “comfort zone”.

Colonel Cyprine to the report,
September 7th 2013,

It is with the dick still hard that I write you this FR. I think that I kissed thanks to the karma (or to the King Lion). I explain to you. I was at my parent’s this morning to study better my exams when, around 7 o’clock, I heard a big BANG and a distant voice “help, help”. A guy had just crashed in the crossroads in front of the house and he was stuck in his car. I got up and saw some smoke to the window then I called fire brigades… they asked me a lot of questions and treated me like if I was a guy who had just that to do in his life to indicate wounded persons who do not exist. There are probably a lot of idiots outside who enjoy making them jokes, it is dismaying. Then, I ran through the road to see the guy and speak to him, he was a little bit conscious but I didn’t dare to touch him. Anyway, it is necessary not to, I think I heard that. In brief, they deigned to send a car of patrol who then called a bigger one. They cut the car and took him out by the roof. I like believing that I a little saved the life of this guy. Especially that, among my neighbors, I was the only one to move, to call… later, some people came watching, but fuck it was necessary to act quickly. That really moved me all this then I came back to Aix. In brief, I a little regild my karma which needed it at the moment, and it is maybe why I met a girl I liked very much. The story now.

I re-did my profile AUM at the beginning of the week and I spoke with Virginia on Adopt, then texts and we agreed on a date to watch THE KING LION together. God knows how we came there to speak about that, but I was in shape and the hour was late then I pushed the vice until asking her if it would not be better to watch it in underwears. She said yes, and she added that many things are better in underwears with this heat.

She had a birthday before and she came at 5:45 pm knowing that she had to take the bus at 7:15 pm : last delay to return at her home. Hard, but well, I accepted the crenel, knowing that it’s better than nothing. At set time, in front of my intercom, a very thin brunette extremely flat stomach with a tiny ass and great legs and boobs as I like it. Really good rank from the back, cute face with green eyes. In brief, I enjoyed my time, knowing that she had not FB… I had taken a risk.

I drank a tea and her a hot chocolate then direction my bedroom for the movie. I told her “so, you undress or not ?
– as you want.
– ok, so yes.” She laughed. In front of the film, I took her hand, she said nothing. I touched her boobs, she said nothing. I ventured into her breeches. I have licked her, she liked it. I put a finger into her, that was OK but two that hurt her . Weird, it was quite squeezed, it made me hard. She was passive, she let me do, but that’s it.

I tried to remove her bra but she said to me “no I am not ready for that, we cannot do it.
– why ?
– I didn’t imagine my first time like that.
– do you want me ?
– Yes, I would have difficulty in lying in this position”. Punchline !!! So, I kissed her softly, I went down on her again. I removed my boxer so she shakes me or whatever but no way she didn’t want to touch it. As a result, I licked+fingered her, certainly the first time of her life at the age of 19, she said to me that she would like to become a little more debauched and that she liked it very much. My sex penetrated into her slightly through her shorty but nothing more to do. Having said that, bodies like that, I want it every day. I have just walked her back in the bus. I don’t know if I hastened her too much or not…

It would be not really ethical to take her virginity and to kick her out of my life but if I see her regularly and if I teach her things (intensive sexual training) ? Her concern by leaving, it was what she was going to say to her friends, friends who had formally forbidden her to see me… and she met another guy on Adopte who would like to go farther with her. Yeah, I take shortcuts when I can. But there, it was quits or doubles. It worked so much the better, I roasted the line.

In her bus, she wrote me that she had liked the sensations of what I did to her. That pleased me as far as I also liked her. We shall do better next time ! There is all the same something weird : that girl knew very well what I was going to do by coming, and she blocks. Except for this schyzo side, she is charming. Well, needs that I go masturbating to recover from it. I am frustrated. But I forgive her because she made big efforts also from her part!

May the God of the Game be with us !

September 6th 2013,

I would have liked beginning by speaking to you about the war in Syria but it is true that it has nothing to do here. Then I am rather going to tell you the party of yesterday.

11pm, departure with HAFID for a MEDICAL party. The first one of the year, I heard that it is necessary to do not miss that, we will see. Needs to know that we praised a lot to me the virtues of these evenings, because I am not at all a medical student. The club was full, all the presales were sold, we could not come in without. Fortunately, I have buddies I knew through the Game, who are student in surgery, who had bought us some. 10€ for an evening of debauchery, that is worth it… in theory. The theme was the beach, I had a green polo which I would never have thought of wearing one day to go to a nightclub and a straw hat.

I approached some girls by asking them “do you wanna play with me?” or “are you a good kisser?” But I fell only on silly bitches “yes I am a good kisser but YOU will never taste it”. No prob, you should never loose courage. The wheel of Fortune is always turning.

After establishment of an eye contact, I went to speak to a brunette. I kissed her in 1 minute on the dancefloor but I didn’t try to have more, certainly because I was not in a good momentum, then I simply left. I found myself in a line with a girl who came on me, propelled by I don’t know which girl in underwear. “Are you hetero?
– Yes.” And SHE kissed me. Classic intro will you say. The thing is that in addition I moved on with “did you make love today ?
– no.
– Do you want to ?
– oh yes”. So I took her by the hand and said “we go in my car ?
– if you want”.

Except that it was just 2am and except that at the exit the bouncers tried to make me fail “IT IS ONLY DEFINITIVE EXIT”. She wanted to stay with her friends but “you don’t leave without me, okay ?” (that’s what she said). During this time I was on vacation in the club, I saw Hafid approaching a fine-looking four-eyes and kissing her. Well done. I saw one of the surgeons kissing a girl and a cockblock (ugly friend) stuck them then with the other surgeon we caught her and we kicked her ass with losses and crash. It was funny.

At around 3 o’clock, I found my almost sex friend. “We go now and come back later.
– No I am still going to stay a little.
– C’mon, it is the adventure, this is the way we make memories…
– OK I am going to warn a friend then wait for me here “.

We walked 10 minutes to join my car, she didn’t stop asking me what is my first name and what I do for a living “Do I ask you so many questions me? I shall tell it to you later. At the moment I realize your fantasy of the unknown, you will thank me later…
– I don’t usually do it.
– I know, me neither.”

I destroyed her in missionary and not very practical doggy style because the ceiling of my cyprinemobile is rather low. Hafid who had returned to the car was waiting outside… He told me that the car was full of vapor and moved. He probably saw my ass in close-up in the window, so classy. Then I took her FB for fun and I got dressed again in the street. The good news is that I put the condom YEAHHHH.

Return at our home. This morning, alarm clock at 1 pm, the rain knocked on the window and I opened, because I adore when it is wet.

May the God of the Game be with you !

August 18th 2013,

Sometimes you’re sit on the Cours Mirabeau with friends and sometimes tourists walk past you. Then sometimes, this group speaking English gives a look, and you don’t really know why nor how but you get up and you go there, unguardedly… Just like an obvious fact. Sometimes one of the foreigners is a tall blonde with blue eyes with a body just taken from Gossip Girl that leaves you speechless… Girls like that really exist in the real life ?! But you succeed in articulating some words and, in the course of the discussion, you find some common points (like the practice of the dickslap (just kidding)). She tells you that she is unfortunately going to go back to her country where people wear kilts the next day and that thus, it would be useless that she gives you her number.

Sometimes, you return towards your buddies and they are laughing at you (it is just that they would have liked having the balls to try their luck but did not dare then they pretend to be over that while they masturbate every night… so sad). For your part, you do not consider what has just taken place as a rake… seriously, too much ego is useless. Especially that, dramatic turn of events: the girl comes back to you, taps you on the shoulder and explains that, finally, you can see again each other again at the end of the summer because she is going to come back two weeks in Aix. Nice. The girl maybe wanted to see if you were going to be a needy guy who was going to annoy her or if you are a guy comfortable with himself who agreed to respect her decision whatever it is. But you do not really believe in it over the moment: you know that the promises of most people have no value.

What a surprise when, some times later, she calls you.  A hottie who is not begged, it is remarkable. Remark, it is not the girls comfortable with themselves who are the most difficult… I have the impression that The Game was created to make a sorting and allow us to seduce this kind of girls. Indeed, it teaches us to become more confident and everything but it is not the girls with problems who can appreciate to feel this kind of energy. It frightens them, intimidates them, makes them jealous, etc.

Date in a bar, at 10 pm. She is tanned, white dressed. Her low neck reveals you a breast like we only see it in movies and her tunic presents you two magnificent rounded legs. She acts more and more tactile, like if you had weeks to be caught up. Sometimes, nights promise to be hot… Then, you move in a club and your mouth is wildly assaulted by a bagpiper. Your jeans becomes suddenly too small for you, like if you had been operated to enlarge your penis. She drinks and dances, getting closer more and more. She arrives little by little at the ethylic point of no return. She makes funny comments “you have an angel’s face but you are the devil in fact”. She asks you to walk her back at her home. You walk straight ahead and support her in the street so much she is drunk, but are proud of you all the same to return a world-class beauty. She opens the door, and once at home…

I insist on this fact : she removes HERSELF her tunic, so finding herself in underwear. It is just when you unfasten her bra that she opens your jeans and kneels down spontaneously. Damned, what a blowjob ! The excitement due to her beauty makes it one of the best of your life. She suckes but doesn’t want to fuck, so, you go back home by realizing that your sperm cells are going to take the plane soon… When two badgers call out to you and take you out of your trance to piss you off “it was you the guy who was with the too hot blonde in the club, right?
– Yep.
– Fuck she was too hot. What did you do with her ? Did you destroy her fucking ass ?
– Just walked her home. That’s it.
– Ah OK I said to myself well that she was too hot for you. Can you give us her address? We will fuck her, we are not gays !
– But… she is not French ?
– No prob. I give language courses. »
You give a false address to these two bad-mannered jerks, by giving them a condescending smile. You did well: it is the only thing they deserved.

To return to Alicia, she will never answer your SMS post-blowjob… and when you will add her on FB, your attempt will find only a single echo « I am too much ashamed. I was so drunk. » I preferred her when she was shameless… End of story, one more who does not assume, nevertheless the embarrassment was only in her head!

The morality it is: dare, that leads to everything. Then that allows to make one crowned reserve of memories for your old days …

May the God of the Game be with you !

August 11th 2013,

In the middle of July, Saturday evening. The coach of Marseille had invited us in a night on the beach. I was with Clémentine, a girl with whom I sleep from time to time then I didn’t tried to pick up too much. Well, had a small photographer, an ex of the Coach who was cool. The kind of not complicated girl who can look a little bit stupid because she speaks a lot and very quickly and everything but in fact she is not stupid, and it is restful a girl who cackles because at least you do not need to make a lot of efforts to feed the conversation.

In brief, I a little forgot all about her over the moment but I noticed signs of interest: when she sat down next to me, her legs touched mine and the contact did not upset her. Otherwise, I suggested her fighting with me in the mud in string, then well, she showed me her string. The small photographer was maybe attracted thanks to the phenomenon of preselection (Clémentine : what is good with Clémentine it is that it is not the kind to be jealous nor to be a pain in the neck… I think that she has the same philosophy of life as me), or then she wanted to piss off her ex (I guess that they stayed a few months together).

I let her wait until Monday noon when I sent her a message on FB. “What about this driving license?
– It is in 4 days”. I knew it but well, it was necessary to start the conversation. “How did you find me and why ?
– You suspect it.
– Yes”. After, she told me that I looked like a dead man of hunger with Clémentine, and Clem as well, and that it was obvious that we were going to fuck ; I answered “so what ? It is just nature!” She agreed with that. We spoke a lot, I sent her extracts of my book saying that the girls should have more fun, and saying that the guys should not judge them as whores. The illusion of purity and the problem of the puritanical whore haunt too much people. The society formats us. She admitted to me that I was so right, that she thought like me, and that it was a test to see if I was one of these poor guys. “Are you a psychologist or something?” she tried to guess.

As a result, we agreed to take a midnight swim when she would return of the summer camp. She left the following WE having taken her driving test and I still went on my internship. During 15 days of summer camp, we sent quite a lot of messages, she is nice, I didn’t make a lot of effort it was so to speak all the time HER who did feed the conversation. She still tested me by speaking about other guys who tried to pick her up, those whom she wanted to suck the cock. I encouraged her to do so, and she liked it. To reward her and because she is a photographer I got her in touch all the same with the model of July. Who knows, this partnership could be beneficial to both of them… At the moment, she photographs only her friends who do not really look like models, needs to say it.

The day of our midnight swim arrived. At 7:30 pm, I sent a message “still good?
– … (no answer)
– ok well I understand if you changed your mind, good night.
– hello, yeah it is good for me, here is my address and my number, come picking me up plz.” Well, I avoided the flake. But I didn’t leave for 30 minutes on the road without having guarantees.

On the sand, the feet at the cool, we lengthened on two towels, which did not stop getting closer. She talked a lot… from time to time, she said that I didn’t speak a lot then I aligned three sentences and she started talking again. I rose on her, to make her a massage, she removed her top spontaneously but did not let me touch her too cute tits nor her buttocks. One fucking hour of caresses and kisses everywhere except on the mouth to tame her then she told me that the water was too cold while we should rather go in a dark corner of the beach where nobody was.

She was very hot when I entered a finger into her. I like this kind of girls, very expressive “oh yes go on do not stop”. I would have been able to fuck her there just like that but had a guy there who looked for some gold with his metal detector and who turned all around us, then guys who went for a pee in the sand not far then well I was not able to. We went in my car, she led me near a monastery or I do not know what, on a parking which dominated Martigues. This girl has a hot body, small breasts not flat and a small convex bottom. I licked her then fucked her on the back seat, it was nice. When she came, she was shaken by incredible cramps, it was funny. She admitted to me being allergic to the latex, nevertheless we put a condom… Then, apart if she inverted them and gave me a special without I notice it such a conjurer, I understand nothing in her story of allergy.

She came against me during half an hour after the sexual intercourse, our two bodies recovered from the effort. Whereas I, I looked at this monastery by beginning to freak out of if there were ghosts or something… well, her, she quietly fell asleep. I woke her up and returned her at her home. A kiss and go to bed.

I returned, the wind in the window arranged my hair, with the head up galvanized by the sense of accomplishment.

I didn’t do it because the Coach had tried to fuck a girl on my bed during a party, but because I liked this girl all the same. Finally one who understood everything. The other side of the coin it is that I had pain in the cock. Finally that allowed me to put back the ball to the center with the Coach also because he had a little pissed me off lately. Like : I invited him to sleep at my home several times, invited to my birthday, made him go for free in two Champagne Showers, etc. and he had never invited me anywhere except once “Yeah nursing party next week that is going to be too good I call you if I go there and we go together?!
– OK good.” 10 days later “there is nursing party soon, right ?
– ah sorry I went with another buddy it was goooood!
– Ah”. So when he talked about a party on the beach, I harassed him. Finally here we are, a few days later he apparently knew that I had seen her but he did not know if I had screwed her, he came to tell me “yeah buddy I hope that you know that I would never screw a girl with whom were you before… I have values !
– Why ? A girl only belongs to herself.” In brief, he says that but he contacted all the same on FB quite a lot of princesses of my friends’ list thus that a little irritated me this bad faith.

I find these summer evenings very poetic. May the God of the Game be with you !

PS: otherwise, a funny anecdote… I forgot my session FB opened at a buddy. He connected, was been thought of as me, tried to pick up a girl, got invited at her home to screw her then he went there while she waited for me. Obviously, she said no. Needs to stop thinking that I fuck only easy girls, eh. It is because I make them feel comfortable and because I understand them blockings (in particular the social pressure) that I have good results.

July 27th 2013,

Do you know what the “no kill” is ? It is when the fishermen catch their prey then put back it to the water often because they feel sorry. It is a little what I made yesterday evening. But let’s start from the beginning.

Last Saturday, shooting of clip and photography session. I met a tasty girl : brunette, green eyes, 5ft84 with forms and without any fat. I seduced her, I became the prize and put her in position of qualification “you’re not that tall in reality”, sexual escalation (glances, touches etc.) and everything. In brief she was conquered then I returned her at her home… and in the car, IT happened.

We kissed each other, we lowered seats, she jumped on me, I caressed her, I fingered her, she had an orgasm. I made her pass behind, I put her hand on my cock: nothing to do… I put off my pants, that did not interest her, I took out my tail and put it in her hand, she did nothing. She told me that she adores me and that she wants that I make a commitment and everything. I told her “listen, if you don’t want, we shall do it another time”. This story of commitment, me, that blocks me.

All week long, she spoke to me on FB, on Skype, I patterned her (sexual discussions about 3 channels of preference of the human being: hearing, visual, kinesthetic) and she wrote me that if she didn’t give me more last time it is to not be thought of as an easy girl. Never mind, I said to myself, that it was going to pass on Friday. In France, we neglect too much techniques by wanting to act like gentlemen who seduce only with our personality. It’s a pity.

I had registered her on a parade and the winners could participate to Generation Mannequin (TV show) but her mother formally forbade her to go there because “If you win you will have to go to Paris, you are not ready to live alone, etc.” The fear of the success is really a defect. Having a frustrated, stifling and castrating mother too. She also made me freak out when I watched Spread with Ashton Kutcher and did body-building… well, I didn’t answer to her messages during 3 hours and she became crazy for that. My radar for girls with problems began to ignite.

Yesterday evening, we saw each other. In the parking where I had parked my cyprinemobile, she did not let me leave the car : she jumped on me. We kissed each other, we lowered seats, I caressed her, fingered her… long moment : she came. When I had a walk with her, there are always guys there who looked at her with desire, who made onomatopoeias from their cars (yesterday evening it was “han han han”) and girls who looked at her and felt bad because they are big or small. That it is excellent.

We went to have a drink with Hafid and Padawan, and then, we had planned to go taking a midnight swim in the sea and to fuck in the water but eventually not at all : she wanted to see my kitten. We thus went to my place at first and my kitten refused to be approached by her then I began taking her on the sofa. I have put again her hand on my cock and nothing to do, I took off my pants, that did not interest her, I took out my tail and put it in her the hand, she did nothing. She got up, put back her bra and told me “needs that we speak.
– Are you sure that it is a good moment now?” In brief, I am not going to tell her life here but she is not virgin anymore and does not trust any more in men except that it would unfortunately not be her first time: and she expects commitment from me. I told her that even without making love, she could give me back a little of the pleasure I gave her. She refused and claimed that she was disappointed and felt empty. I would have been able to manipulate her : promising her a relation in order to fuck her then to do not call her back. But seriously, that’s not what I do. I would have agreed to see her again if at least she had shaken me… but in these conditions… who can guarantee me that it will not be the same next time? “I want us to learn to know each other” she told me… “In 2 months we will make love”. That smelt like a dead end for a lousy principle. That it good, I have it too: I do not go into this kind of vicious circles.

Thus, I returned her. On the return trip, she told me being a medium. That she sees souls and that she already was possessed. She was exorcised one year ago but continues to see things. The deaths come asking her for help from time to time… I made her speak but that gave gooseflesh to me this story: I really don’t know what to think about it… about the sixth sense. What she told me is like the testimonies of another one of my friends also “medium”. Creepy. Furthermore, she did not contradict herself, and even if I drove, I didn’t detect signs of lie. Patrick Jane it is not me yet. This discussion has moved us closer a little like an old episode of “Fais-moi peur“.

I returned her at her home, an old COUNCIL HOUSE, there were big riff raff checks in front of the door “hello darling”. In the corridor, we spoke. I understood that she went out only rarely and that her mother would refuse that she sees me again because I am incapable to return her in time. She said to me that she loved me, that I was her soul sister and that she would wait for me. In brief, I calmed her, said to her that she should wait for nobody and make the life, and that if we have to meet again that will be made naturally. Last kiss. Her mother went out as a fury “you had to return my daughter one hour ago”… and she bawled like a crazy but that slid on me like my kitten on the unclean ground of my apartment, she kicked me outside like a shit and I heard her shouting in their appart (somebody spent a nasty quarter of an hour). Meanwhile, I noticed that the madre had saturated my telephone of messages. Not easy to live with that… I am sure that she becomes attached so easily and everything because her life is moronic, maybe even if she invents things it is because she is not occupied somewhere else or to escape from her reality.

Once outside, one of the riff raff came talking to me. I asked him if he knew them, he told me “not really they are solitary” and “you took up her, is she a horse?
– no.
– you licked her apricot?
– no.
– Ah she must be satisfied to have found a sucker like you. Where are you from ? From pays d’Aix ? Venelles?
– yes I think she is happy, yes Venelles. You’re nice but it is late, I have to go.” I left. The life she has in these COUNCIL HOUSES and all this made me think about my own condition.

On the way back, I admit I paid a small tear. I felt sick for her in fact. That had to be the empathy and the disappointment or the relief. She reminded me the girl who put her teddy bear between us so that I don’t kiss her (eyes, nose) with whom had there a big potential of love story and with whom that came to a sudden end. In brief I lived again all the frustration from which Game was supposed to set me free. It is to this kind of risks that we expose ourselves when we make exceptions to our rules (I should never have agreed to go picking her up in her godforsaken place).

I knew that it was not a girl with whom I could have a story then why letting her believe? Just to fuck her ? No, I would have been a jerk. Certain girls like the dramas, the complicated stories and everything. Being extricated with difficulty from two relations with such girls, I know that it is better to put a stop. Sometimes has signs there saying that it would have been necessary not to go there. There it is because I had been fallen by a muck and because my calf had swelled. No night > bad night ?

At present, she sends me text messages and her mother rots my INBOX Facebook with threats and bans to see her again “Hello, further to your behavior of this night, I ask you to remove the 2 FB accounts of my daughter of your friends’ list without forgetting Skype. I do not want than you got in touch with her by any means whatsoever: FB, SKYPES nor TEXTS! I thought that I could trust you… I regret! Well why writing a book and having a blog about the relation man/woman if you don’t know how to apply it! Not surprising that you fall only on small floozies! You had some gold between hands and you did not know how to keep it. You will keep of her a professional memory and nothing else. PS : If I ask you to have no more contacts with her, it is for her own good and do not try to tell her that you were an idiot and that you want a second chance. By being grown-up, I know these fine words which are even easier for a writer ! This second chance, you had it yesterday and you did not know how to seize it. Now, it is too late ! Thanks you !!” It drove her crazy that I didn’t answer.

Otherwise, this night, I had a night-ejaculation. May the God of the Game be with you !

PS : did I speak to you about the girl that I fuck at work? In fact I approached her on FB and she has a summer job at the bank below my office. Then, here we are, we fucked in the elevator, in the 4th (deserted floor) and she sucked me in the garage.

Oh crud! I did connect on adopteunmec this afternoon and that so much pissed me off that at the moment of writing a message to a girl, I entered trance. I retranscribe you here this small work of art which summarizes more or less all the negative aspects of the online pick up. In brief, picking up on the Internet, just like street pick up, it is really something for loosers. I give some explanation. Below, the parcel bomb that she received (this is true for Meetic, Badoo, and so on).

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Did you know that, on this site, most of girls’ profiles are:
– Fake profiles, intended to steal us some money or to sell naughty shows on Skype;
– Girls who come to feel reassured on their power of seduction but do not want to meet guys, making them egoistically waste their time;
– Guys, who make fun of the other guys (but who are not better than us) or to blackmail them (one just told me “yeah don’t worry I am a naughty girl please send me a photo of you naked and after I will do the same thing but do it first and show your face, I do not go out with pussies who do not assume”… if this kind of swindles still exists it is that there are poor guys who do it);
– Hypocrites who do not assume being member of a dating site nor needing and desiring to make love then they warn “no fuckfriend go away monster if you just want my ass” or “here to make friends only (look for the mistake)”;
– Girls whose greatest pleasure is connecting and playing the haughty silly bitch.
I don’t say that it is your case, I don’t say that you are a member of the gang of the dishonest (in any case even the most dishonest people are persuaded to act for the good cause), but my time is precious then to prove me your good faith please add me on Facebook. It is the only place where I shall agree to discuss with an unknown (because there I can see if your profile is true, etc.)

Do you believe that James Bond or Chuck Bass would waste his time chatting on Adopt with illiterates about whom he could not even know if they are real people? No, obviously, because it is for loosers: guys like girls are 90 % of complete morons there. But there are all the same rare pearls (I met awesome girls who did not too much complicate things this is why I am still here), and I said to myself that it is maybe your case, then I put aside my pride and contacted you via this vile network. However, I won’t chat with you during 3 years. Moreover, I do not even know if I will reconnect here one day. I’m not your man if you want me to agree to play according to rules made by a site of male chauvinist: making the men pay and nevertheless giving the power of the sexual choice to women (women who are so afraid of being labelled as “easy girls” that they do not use it even if they drop dead want sex… you know, it is very natural to feel some desire for the other sex, it is just that there are too many idiots who would point them). Then, the ball is in your court. Just notice here the logic of the phenomenon: once a charge is applied, the interesting guys leave it because they do not need that and the girls find themselves in front of an ocean of losers (with a few exceptions, that’s the thing). The quality girls leave the ship in their turn and that gives a mixture of shits looking for shits at their level.

Watch out, I’m not saying that I am James Bond nor Chuck Bass. I just say that I am not the worst guy of the Earth and far from being a desperate person in lack of sex who has only this virtual option to make a girl feel interest for him : I wrote 3 books about gender relations, I practice sport, I eat healthy, I wash myself every day, I have a kitten, I work in the Finance, my blog is a hit, I am not ugly nor a premature ejaculator, I don’t have a little penis, etc. In brief, I am not OK if I have to be presented as “a settled regional product…” Pff.

What I say, on the other hand, it is that as soon as a girl creates her profile, she is immediately submerged by proposals. Hundreds of guys try to pick her up, then she thinks with her brain of sparrow that it would be convenient to be fussy and to forget the elementary rules of politeness. She also thinks that she is going to be able to select tens of virile inhabitants of Aix, sexy, intelligent and funny at the same time to put them in competition to find her Ryan Gosling (it is serious, I even saw a fake Chace Crawford). But the ideal man, just like the ideal woman (the only devourer of apple who would deserve him) does not exist. Needs to connect her neurons and to come back to earth!

The truth is that guys here are the same people that those you meet daily in the street or in the clubs (losers, misfits, mythomaniacs who have complexes, poets who say the same catch phrase to everybody, poor people who feel exhilarated thanks to the virtual but who will not succeed in articulating 3 words when you will meet them, etc.). I am thus going to leave you with the masses if you believe that:
– Adopt is a miracle place where you are going to find love (a long-term improved friendship is more possible);
– Because I contact you, it is beforehand won;
– You are going to be able to wait being picked up without making any effort;
– I am going to go directly at your home or you at my place while I do not even know if you are not a vile bearded man (first meeting in a public place please);
– You can patronize me and show off while you would shut up IRL (I don’t say that maliciously but there are too many girls who are aggressive because they feel invincible behind their computer);
– We are going to talk to each other on the site for weeks before meeting (sorry but the body language represent 90 % of the communication thus it is impossible to know if the current is going to pass with a person before having seen her as large as life. Isn’t it better to know it as quick as possible ? ;
– You think that I am going to persevere with a girl who obliges me ceaselessly to feed the conversation, who promises dates then cancels at the last moment (you won’t do it to me twice, believe me… I only respect people who keep their promises);
– You are an idler who did not understand that to get on in life it is necessary to fight;
– You do not have enough confidence and prefer to forget all about me (fear of not being up to it – well, I admit here that everybody won’t like me but there are limits there) and make out with your fat Romeo or a lean young without future who agrees playing according to rules dictated by the society (or according to yours so much he is discouraged and you can manipulate him easily by the cock), or you are too stupid to realize the luck you have;
– You are authorized to wait three weeks before answering me, to throw tantrums for nothing, etc.

Well. I guess that I said more or less what I wanted to say and that you got the general idea but I notice that I only spoke about the online pick up. Do not confuse me for all that with a pussy who would be too scared to approach girls in the real life. Hard SPU (blocking several hours specially to meet women in the street) I made it but I do not seriosuly plan to have a practice any more. It is too time-consuming, and now, the time and the sleep are what I miss the most at the moment. Thus picking up all day long on the Internet or even in the street: needs to be a sacred wanker who has nothing else to do. Sorry but it is the truth. But, approaching from time to time an attractive girl of whom we cross the look and who maintain eye contact in return, of course yes, it is necessary to have the testicles to go for it…

I will finish now that I started with my vision of the things: the dating sites are places of human consumption where the individuals make scroll photos one after the other by trying to pick up the most beautiful specimens : it is sad (you are nothing as long as the girl did not see you in person). The great majority of the women over there (like the men) are imbecile : they look for THE beautiful guy/girl, that’s it. Something else: since when a woman who says looking for something serious, really looks for something serious? Since when a woman who says looking for a kind, faithful guy, really looks for such a man? It is just claptrap for virgins. If most of the girls connect it is because their life is meaningless. They don’t do anything, they look for somebody who will give them something, a minimum of volume, who will make them live story by proxy. The proof, they rarely have something to tell, no conversation, an IQ hardly upper to the IQ of a cow. Sorry but I am better than that. I am not ready to crawl stomach on the ground and pay, to speak to silly bitches who will just answer “lol” to my 10 lines? Then yeah, some people say “Facebook is not Meetic” but it is exactly for that reason that I see you there.

I am sure that you will be so much surprised receiving this long text (you inspired a lot me) that you will send this message to all your friends before knowing what thinking about it. No problem, go on, spread the word 😉

My FB = Fabrice Julien

May the God of the Game be with you!