French Pick Up Artist

This text is a bonus in my Diary of a French PUA 2

—–

This text is a bonus in my Diary of a French PUA 2

—-

Do you know this nice little story written by Haruki Murakami?

Once upon a time a man and a woman made eye contact in the street and immediately felt something rare. They miraculously found the courage to speak to each other and spend very pleasant almost magical hours together. Everything was perfect except … they wanted to test the Destin, otherwise there would be no story.

So they thought that if they are really made for each other, Destiny that made them meet once will make them meet twice. They thus left each other with no way to get back in touch with the other, thinking that if they meet again by chance, then they will get married and live together for the rest of their days blah blahblah. Really a shitty idea, if you want my opinion,but well let’s say it’s cute.

So far, this is all very romantic … but reality catched up with them: they didn’t find each other again. Years went by and everyone took other lovers … They then met again in the street but unfortunately did not recognize. True story.

The morality is that love is hanging by a thread, you have to seize your chance. This is also on this premise that street pick up isbased : this girl will disappear forever in Aix’s streets unless you find the courage to speak to her, and then, maybe it will be the beginning of the story of awhile life (or even just one night which is already better than nothing when you know how life can be hard). Who knows ?

All that to say that I met THIS girl some time ago in a bar. It was truly symbiotic and reciprocal between us, we hardly could believe it, it was impressive. Much in common, troubling coincidences, etc.

That same night, we did not sleep together nor anything, saying to each other that if we met again, we put together in couple because it seemed to us too good to be true. Except that the city in which I live is not so big: so one day, we met again.

Except that when she saw me again, weeks later in a bar, well, you might say I had my tongue in the throat of another girl. “You’re really like the others …
– So will you forgive my behavior because I am a Man? Or did you expect I’m better than my peers?
– Both, I think. ”

The thing is that we slept together but it was crap. Well, it was not awesome from my point of view. She also slept elsewhere in the meantime : so they are always readyfor morality but the truth is men and women are equal. They’re maybe worse than us.

Indeed, she told me she had a boyfriend, but not with herone true love, and that it was better that way. Because even if we got along really well, she did not feel comfortable with another man the himin her bed. That perhaps simply afraid her after all, to get into something else.

Me too, actually.

I’ll call Hafid. Back on the field.For better or for worse. I prefer the worse, btw.

This text is a bonus in my Diary of a French PUA 2

This text is a bonus in my Diary of a French PUA 2

Two sisters in the same bed, mission impossible? Even for Tom Cruise? We will see…

The young hedonistic

All wet, Pauline (one of the sisters) goes out of the pool of her parents. If you want my opinion, they have a wealthy father who used his status to marry a hottie … Hottie who made two daughters models then divorced because he was never home, reaching a beautiful pension she enjoys in this very moment under the sun with a young gigolo. Results: two hotties a little bit weak in their head, more or less left to themselves trying to fill a void by adopting an extreme approach to sexuality to try to interest a little bit daddy (even in a negative way) … without success. Luckily, our paths crossed when she contacted me via my blogwith a so shitty opener that if it was you who used it the girls would not even look at you before sending you to Hell, so “who’s your daddy”?

My air was filled with a strong smell of chlorine when she suddenly glued to me. The more I spent my hands almosteverywhere on her naked shoulders, on her muscled stomach by her cardio and her hip of young woman, the more we wanted each other. I love girls like her who take advantage of their 20 years by intensely and freely living the moment. No judgment, just fun. It is also my creed. So I guided her to her room (not easy when you’re mouth to mouth, in addition she closed her eyes). I violently thrown her on the bed, and it made her laugh: but a teasing and female juvenile laugh tickled my ears as I went down to kiss her swimsuit bottom. She stayed lying down, staring at me as claiming for more … even if she already knew the outcome.

What did this pretty blonde expected from me, basically I do not know. Maybe she was looking for a form of acceptance? After all, I was in her eyes, her “beautiful favorite writer” (I quote) … Maybe she was trying to getmore mature? Why do chicks look for it while it’s just a trap made by adults to try to make us become one day as miserable than them? Maybe she was just libertine, and only wanted to give, take and enjoy. In any case, it was the same thing for me.Anyway, this is the kind of answers I’ll never get, unfortunately.

The former – nun

Alexandra sweating, arched and bit her lower lip. She was sexy and wild, what an explosive mixture… Well, it was really exciting to watch her. An explosive mixture that filled my test tube of mad scientist. That said, it took a while for the preliminary to warm her at this point so I was very proud. She is on meme, trembling a little. Totally clenched, she clung to the sheets, like if she was afraid of losing balance. Oh, I’m not a bull at the Feria de Nîmes (even if I’m a bull in bed) !!!

A cute little metro ticket conceal her nudity … she had not tamed yet. She asked me to be “soft” I guess it’s what a girl alwayswish for her first time (I cannot imagine a “fuck me hard, I’m a virgin“). She had pushed away all her various suitors because she saw in them bounty hunters like BobaFett seeking reward after screwing Princess Leia with his lightsaber (but my favorite character remains Chewbacca). Everything must be perfect, she should be able to think about it again on her death bed and say it was really perfect.I had to prove I was a good choice. THE GOOD CHOICE. It put on me a sigh of pressure, but it went well eventually. Must say, I begin to know how.

It is also an experience that marked me in terms of understanding: I remember she sought her own gaze in the mirror of her room when she made me get in her. It happened between her pussy and her mind, so I closed my eyes and I left them together, being only a man-object at that moment.

Which one to choose? Why should I choose?

Pauline slept with 32 guys: I was not much to her eyes, while I was the total sexual story of Alexandra. I should not break her heart … I should not propose a 3some with her sister. Damned, it tempts me! It is impossible anyway, she chose a guy with a conscience … Consciousness that ordered me to don’t spoil the reputation of men in her eyes (others will do that for me, I have no doubt about that but the first impression is important). Thus leaving the place ready for the next seducer who would cross herdestiny. And yes, we are supposed to be united, us as men. I say “supposed” because some make me ashamed and are not supportivein my back. In short, there is not only female solidarity that is fucked up, eh!

So, I did not really have a choice, this is the hedonistic nympho who suffered. But that night, as I fell asleep with her sister, Pauline fucked an ex … A dirty drug dealer, a big asshole, but I had nothing to say … She chose to punish me, punish her sister , punish her dad and punish herself. One stone four shots, plus I think he was stone (no I’m kidding). There’s nothing worse than a girl with a broken heart who seeks revenge. It’s going to fuck all-out in this room if she destroys the bed, but I do not want to be held responsible.

Take cover.

This text is a bonus in my Diary of a French PUA 2

—–

Hafid will come over, he wants to go out to meet girls. Fortunately he is late because I am too. I’m still in boxer: not shaved for two weeks, recovering from my last night hangover by chowing down on beer (seriously, it works). I have to move my ass : go take a shower (alone this time I really try to wash myself), then spritz the One Million (a real girl trap this perfume) and finally suit up with a black shirt (when I don’t know what to wear I choose black).

Despite my laziness, I am ready before he arrived (this guy is always even later than those who are late). Frankly, if it was not for him, I would have stayed at home to watch a hot porn and send pokes on Facebook. But Hafidou is a real bro … for example, if my car breaks down, without hesitation I call HIM to come and help me (what I mean is that we are not just linked by our relationship with the girls unlike with many other guys). So, I cannot refuse him anything (or almost). “Dringdring“, he landed around midnight with an incredible energy. Damn, what drug did he took this bastard!

We go out in a pub. Smile. Input.. Chicks in every corner, they drink, laugh, throw glances right and left (they want to be approached). Each girl is unique and increasingly intoxicated by the smell of PacoRabanne that invades the room. Each contains endless possibilities of potential adventures if we can tell them what they want to hear … and more important to say it the right way (body language). It has always fascinated me to realize how we should not trust appearances, how the nerve pays and how everything is possible with the Human. Sometimes they look like the worst bitches on Earth but in fact they are super cool (and vice versa, I guess).

Two hot babes who do look like bitches (in their twenties) approach the bar. Gottago approaching either I’m gonna twiddle my thumbs all night long. Hesitation … I’m not warm. I feel the hand of Hafid in my lower back that firmly pushes me towards the duo. Oh, I hate when he does that, why doesn’t he go there him? On the other hand, it’s a great concept for shy guys who need a wingman. I’ll patenting the Hafidou’shand.

If I listened to Marx, I would dismiss the responsibility of my hesitations on society. If I listened to Freud, it would be on my parents. And if I listened astrology, it would be about the Universe. In reality, I think I am the only one responsible for my actions and therefore my results … so I gotta move my ass, no choice, I must go there. Because in fact I think we can only blame ourselves if we did not have the courage to live out, if we did not listen to our desires, if brief we have not exploited our full potential (which does not prevent certain and certain to find excuses to justify their inaction and feel better) … Fuck, I should have done studies of philosophy.

I absolutely do not remember how I approached those two chicks, I just remember them having said to them “It’s now we’re young”. This sentence has since become my slogan. I’m surprised they are still talking to us … but I guess that people are happy to talk with new people if approached properly and if we do not try to sell them something. Personally, the only thing I’m trying to sell is my body … and free of charge in addition, does it count? The conversation was then divided and I attacked the tall blonde (in my opinion 175cm + 10cm heels) while Hafid was negotiating an unhealthy doggy with the sexy brunette.

By talking with my Barbie, I learn she is pregnant. Not for logn, but … I still continue to flirt because I like the dark side. I do not think I’m Darth Vader or anything (although I have a beautiful pink lightsaber) but this is the most interesting in my opinion, that’s all. Indeed, all the adventures you can live in Aix at night involve the dark side of the Force. Angels sleep soundly for a long time at this hour … and paradoxically dream about the dark side. Because the more one tries to silence it, the more it gets stronger… And yeah, it attracts everyone, just like Megan Fox does. Personally, I sleep like a baby: my dreams are full of kisses, pancakes and giant teddy bear. The dark side, for me, it’s to represent temptation in the eyes of some chickens. But I do it for their owngood. For the love of women. Someone has to do the job!

The conversation becomes so exciting that the bar closes, but we did not see the time fly. It’s crazy, it also happens to me sometimes when I have sex I guess it’s normal. Just like last time we got home around 10pm with a princess: we did it twice and when she left … it was 2am. But “what the fuck”, where did the time fly? What did we do? Seriously, I would have realized it if I had banged during 4 hours … Even if we also talked a bit, warm-ups, preliminary & co … In short, sex is time consuming. Perhaps even more than Facebook … So you should think carefully before having sex (no I’m kidding it sucks to think in these moments).Well.

So, they wantsus to accompany them … So here we are with Hafid each one with a girl : arm in arm. We protect them fromvillains and sex-starved dudes … the truth is I arrive at the shoulders of mine (so it is her who protected me) but if she doesn’t care about seize, me neither. On the other hand, having sex with her, that would be wrong. But I never chicken out, so I wanted see where it would lead us. But damn, she is pregnant, fuck! I am not going to ejaculate on a fetus! So I abort the mission. Hafid still takethe number of his girl before leaving, then we escorte the blonde to her place. She gives me a kiss on the cheek, and it is good for me after all the Frenchkissesthat happened that night. A threesome with her, it would have been too much.

On returning, the screen light of my computer and the purring of the cat (and the purring of the computer) soothe me. Marie is connected on FB on her mobile, it is almost 4am, she goes back home after a party and she wants us to meet up. Understand, I work this chip for two weeks and now she wants to come over… The girls also have a brain, she knows what she has just signed for by proposing this after.
Legendary text message with : « btw do you have a sex toy you ?
– no it is broken
– ah that’s why you want to meet up so »
The night will be long. Think about me.

This text is a bonus in my Diary of a French PUA 2

—–

Both sitting cross-legged on the bed, side by side, she is waiting for my help to solve a problem… I give her management courses (very innocents) for two months, but she comes every lesson dangerously closer, brushes my thigh “by accident” and talks too slowly, looks at me in the eyes too long to be honest … she wants me, I guess!

I am not a gynecologist, but I can recognize the symptoms of desire: Dizzy, difficulty concentrating, blank stare, sweet voice, beginning of erection… I should not, but yet, I let myself be seduced. Why shouldn’t I ? It’s simple, from what I understood: she is a virgin and has never even kissed a boy because of her shyness … She refuses the advances of guys because she wants to choose for herself the one who would be worthy of being “the first one for life” (quote). I look at her and she is downright hot, but too young for me and this is my only student … I would not want to fuck up my business. And the truth is that I would prefer that she find someone who in the same situation than her to share her first kiss and her first orgasm “for life”.

I must go away from this place before reaching the point of no return. “Well, uh, I need to go brushing my cat’s teeth … Yes, see you next week.
– Do you want to come on Tuesday night instead? There will not be my parents, it will be quieter.
– Uh yeah, I’ll see. Finally I think that I have a party that night, but we will see.” Whew, one more minute and I would have fucked in her teenage bedroom with her mother nearby. Imagine she comes while I lick her daughter for the first time in her life … Fucking trauma for the child. AND FOR THE MOTHER! No, no, I have to erase these strange thoughts in my sick brain.

At the same time, it is a real future trap for guys, a kind of time bomb: long sweet legs that support a firm buttocks, flat stomach, slightly dark skin, blue almond eyes and long hair smelling good… I admit it’s enough for me to be bewitched them. And I confess that, from time to time before falling asleep … I slide one hand in my boxers with her in mind. Then I feel this wave of positive energy over me. Mesmerized by her pheromones accumulated during class, I feel absorbed in a whirlwind of pleasure mixed with repressed desire.

FUCK, I’m living in Aix. Okay, it’s not Paris, but I see every day very cool girls. They certainly do not want something else than sex as they have, for the most part, left school to hang out on the terrace during the day and get drunk in the evening. I could fantasize on any but no, I touch myself thinking of my little pupil of 16 years.

I know it’s in our male genes to be attracted to youth. Indeed, a team of American anthropologists said that a significant age difference in a relationship is an evolutionary advantage, which led to increase life expectancy. Basically, men are able to reproduce until the age of 70 years and sometimes more. However, past fifty … these ladies are deprived of their fertility by the arrival of menopause. Conclusion: if people want to continue to perpetuate their genes, they are forced to turn to younger sexual partners. For the authors, the fertility of older men is “a selective advantage allowing to fight against deleterious mutations autosomal”. In other words : the fact that men reproduce longer allows the human species as a whole to extend our life expectancy. The researchers also point out that in traditional societies, young women often have much older partners. All is very normal so I’m normal … Gooooo on the young girl! But with scruples, which changes everything.

On Tuesday evening, I find myself in front of her home and tells myself that I will just teach a class. A simple one. But in really I have come to see what will happen. I’m always curious to discover how the universe decided to organize things, and then I never chicken out it’s a matter of principle. But if it turns out it is the concrete opportunity to be her first time, I do not think I would take advantage. It’s not right… I’m just here because of curiosity and to earn money.

“We’re going in my room as usual? I have not tied up the living room, sorry …
– Yes, of course, no problem.” Damned, the spider has woven its web. A glance towards the door that moves away while I rush into the trap. She shows me her last exam, she had 11/20 … But I see blur, I cannot concentrate fuck, I do not actually give a shit about her exam. Her scent invades my nostrils and my heart accelerates in Woody Woodpecker mode. I capsizes like if I was in the Titanic. I should do something, but what? Mechanically, I spread a lock of her beautiful face: she is silent, turns her face to me and fixes me with her emerald eyes. I want her … so my mouth brushes hers then she suddenly catch me and put her tongue in my mouth after several soft kisses and all her sexual energy untapped. Kiki starts to feel cramped in my jeans.

I know it’s wrong, I just cross the solid line. I will lose 4 points on my license and be fined. I hide my discomfort … For a brief moment, I have the opportunity to run away but I did not seize it and would rather put my hands on her. She lies down: I remove my shoes and join her. No word, nothing, none of us wants to ruin everything … She hugs me against her, I undress her, I undress myself. With one hand, I unhooked her bra and then take one of her nipples in my mouth. I manage to forget who she is and imagine I’m trying to make love to any girl picked up in a club. I’m not saying it’s good or it’s bad, it’s just easier like that for me to do her some dirty things. To do her the things I would not dare to do otherwise to a so pure girl… She told me that’s how she wanted it to happen, anyway … I guess it was the goal then all’s well that ends well.

The following days I thought about her a lot, about what I had done. I phoned her and everything. We met up again a few times and then decided to stop the lessons. I did not fantasize about her anyway. Why ? No idea. Perhaps was I only attracted to her innocence. Perhaps I felt like shit when I maintained the eye contact with her mother …

The story should have ended there… In fact, she should never have started. But no ! One month later, I started to see her out by night. She began to go out in bars and clubs. With her, a different man each time. “Thanks,” she said to me sometimes. But what did I do for her? Did I create a sex machine? Do I have released a monster freed of her illusions?

A split second, I thought I had discovered a vocation of realizator of fantasies for myself. In fact, women who have not started or are not taking advantage of their sexuality, are everywhere. I see a lot in the street who did not dare leave their infidel husbands, on the beach so busy with their ungrateful kids or in seedy restaurants feeling sorry about breaks up ten years ago, etc.

All had their chance, one day, but all have not seized it. They were full of youth, humor, sensuality … in short, potential. Around them many suitors whom would eventually stifle that inner fire. Slowly or brutally, I could fuck some of them, one after another. Give them back some of their enthusiasm. I would not do that for me but especially for helping them. So that their inner self-esteem awakens, that these women understand that they have a long life that waits for them. I could be a super hero in the service of seduction of broken hearts.

That said, I quickly perceived the fault of my plan: it is not me who have seduced the kiddo… It was her who did all the work. Maybe it’s her, finally, who gave me back a part of my youth. “Thank you, bitch.“

On July 11th 2015,

I spent 4 interviews for a job, one in Paris and 3 in Lyon. I was accepted in two companies and I chose the one I liked most a priori.

Since my last post, I moved in the center of Lyon. Although my shrink said that anxious people have problems to dare to move, I think I’m stronger than that. Welcome to the state 69, it’s a figure that promises … It’s a beautiful city. The girls here all do bike so they have a nice ass. Seriously, I see a lot with beautiful legs. It’s exciting (however there are not only sex bombs there are also H-bombs). In the subway, there is affluence of pheromones. With this proximity between people, in my opinion, we should all have fire in the ass. We should be anesthetized, it drives crazy otherwise.

People here are much calmer, more sociable, more friendly, more open than in the South. There’s no comparison! How rude & excited & not punctual people in the south by comparison! And I also talk about traders and all … It’s another world! Compared to Paris, I do not even want to compare here it’s cool I feel way better than with this band of completely pretentious morons who believe they are the center of the world. I’m not anti-Parigots but the company where I spent my interview in Paris : they were fucking assholes. I left by slamming the door. And that fucker called me “Southern wanker”. All this because he saw on my resume that I worked on a beach near Saint Tropez.

In short, here in the 69, I started staying with my cousins from Lyon, a little outside the city. It was not very easy, I admit, but it was nice to welcome me. I had more than an hour of transport to go to work. I really had the shitty life “metro-work-sleep”. I pity the people who do that all their lives even if sometimes one does not have a choice.

To have fun a little bit, I used Tinder. I had a date the first week with a nurse. Not bad but a little chubby, the cutie … here they do not know olive oil, they put cream and butter everywhere. City of gastronomy foremost while I’m from the city of Kalashnikov! In addition they do not know the slang here “reum”, for example, my co-workers do not know.

In short, by text message, she told me she wanted to suck me but she was menstruating. So, we met in a bar. I thought it would be a long-term investment … but big mistake! I tried to kiss her neck, she stepped back. I did succeed finally but hey, it was weird. Hot in word, cold in face to face. She ended up confessing she had a boyfriend and that eventually she did not dare to cheat on him, blablabla.

So, I told her to contact me when they would have broken up (yeah because with such a mentality they will break up soon). I have attached a photo of me, topless. It’s a bit pretentious, but well. I do not like that they make me waste my time, I find it disrespectful, so I’m disrespectful in return. Especially that TIME is what I miss the most, after sex, at the moment. The thing is that I went back to my cousins at 22h after that date : I just had time to eat and go to sleep : rest … that’s what I miss the most right now.

Well, I’ve not lost everything eh since I still had a good time and found a nice bar on the banks of the Rhone. There’s lots of people out there doing aperitifs on the lawn beside the barges. It has a romantically sexual side. Seriously, population density is 10 times more than Aix. As soon as I regained full health (hopefully soon) I can make easy 4FC / month, I guess. For now, I’m not too much anxious here but I have already got fat of 2 kg. Must say that I eat anything I must change. Restaurant every day … I still have my post-traumatic stress too. Someone ran yesterday in the street behind me and my fist closed I turned back I almost slapped … when I saw it was a child I calmed down and I realized that I still had my trauma.

No more digressions. I seduced two other chicks on Tinder and I received pictures of their breasts and legs. Not yet their asses. But hey, it’s something. One is on holiday in Avignon. The other is gone spending time with her parents in Normandy. This is a big gap between the two! I hope they also do it in bed !!!

Last week (I had no time to write before for sorry), I went to a girl who is saleswoman at H & M. We discussed almost since I arrived in Lyon on Tinder. Then a blessed day, she sent offhand her number: I replied “do we speak in numbers now?
– It will be more convenient”. So by texts every day, I asked her what color were her underwear, and she answered, it was fun and sometimes she told me she was sleeping naked … it turned me on. Do not blame me, I’m a just a straight man! I sent her a photo of me topless to spend time and she said “yummy.” OMG! My love juice detector s’ panicked!

By texts, I sent her “it’s hard today at work and I’m not talking about my penis“; “I would have had a great desire to make love to you this morning before going to work“; “I am hard are you all wet?” ; “I have a pretty incredible erection at the moment it’s a shame to spoil it“; “If you laugh at my joke you’re half in bed
-haha haha ​​then I laugh twice so I’m fully in it.”

One day she told me she would get tested every six months because she loves sucking and swallowing. I replied that I love licking. She invited me to her house the following weekend. So she was not a small pussy cat who talk to guys to spend time then flakes because she is too scared to get a hit! The same evening the agreed day, I sent “I am here in 14 minutes to the address you gave me
– Very precise“Actually I arrived 45 minutes later… The route looked smaller on the plane..

It was a chance that I’m late, her gay roommate just left working in his haunted hotel. It seems he tells her things he sometimes sees at night and she is REALLY scared. I just had to comfort her after. Gays are our friends!

A beautiful blonde opened the door. Seriously, really not bad, the girl! She wanted to kiss me on the landing but I avoided her to increase the sexual tension. I gave her a kiss on the neck. We went to her room. There was a mouse. Seriously. What a crazy girl. It’s been already the second crazy girl in Lyon. Anyway, I was too hungry for sex. And she was hot then for what I had to do …

We kissed and everything : I started fingering her, she was too hot so she removed her top. I understand, you must know that it’s the dog days here, it is almost 40 ° C … in addition with pollution, we suffocate, it’s not easy … South for warmth that’s better, there’s a little bit of air at least!

I did the same with my shirt and then took off her panties (she opened the door in shirt/shorty to be sure I fuck her the naughty chick). I licked her a long time and she orgasmed. Then she said “me when I come it puts me KO“. She then sucked me (it was so good we can see that she has experience) and has lied down on the bed, turned back and fell asleep. I took a photo of her ass then I left. I’m not a bitch usually I don’t do stuff like that but then I found that it was rude to treat me this way. And I’d be happy to fuck her but well after all I prefer blowjobs so it’s OK … I’m satisfied. Then I too much needed to unload, it feels really good! It is frightening how I have no time between trips, job, fatigue, I keep swimming with great difficulty to squeeze it into my schedule, etc. It became urgent to organize otherwise there would be one less PUA on this planet!

On my way back, I really freaked out: I went through a neighborhood where there was only Arab outside and only guys. It was the evening of a day of Ramadan so they had to leave it go and get drunk. But they were not really aggressive, not like home. So it’s OK. Some were whistling chicks but because I have no pussy, I’m quiet on that side. I went home not too late so I could sleep to catch my sleep late.

Yesterday I sent her a text message asking if she had the result of her testing, but she did not answer the bitch. I have a right to know yet, right?

Otherwise, I found an apartment at 10 minutes from my office. I just moved there Thursday evening and I just received my box, that’s why I write you today. With my cousins, we were 5 on the same connection so it was a mess. I was doing the bare minimum. I did not even watch porn … 🙂

So I might be able to have a life outside work even if it will not be easy because I do almost 45h at work (not the numbers – it changes me who got up rarely before noon but well it’s how we will save the country, how we contribute, in short how we become a spread man who deserves his social rights) … I might be able to play sports and to pick up chicks the WE! I am anxious that my body gets used to this lifestyle. Here I’m still dealing with a lot of stuff like the bank and many other formalities!
I will also continue to pick up on the Internet because it works well. Anyway, it is statistical, Lyon is far bigger than Aix therefore there are a lot more of targets. In addition it is a different state of mind here, I’m not saying that there is no pain in the ass, but well. It is something else and as I reached saturation that makes me feel good to change my air. It makes me feel good to see other human beings like me, going out of my countryside is reassuring and make me face reality.

At work it’s going well. My colleagues are cool. Finally, most of them because there’s still two that my colleagues call “big bitches”. Me they have not done anything bad to me so I am waiting to see. A Viper (to whom I put my anaconda or my boa constrictor) and a “Fat”ma in tornado mode. The viper is quite sexy with her naughty glasses but according to the other members of the office she is a slut who refers everything to the boss. Anyway, it is Ramadan so I cannot even fuck her.

Anyway, I had said I would not do it at work. I do not mix cloths, underwear and strings. Meanwhile, I have fun with my colleagues (with some customers too : one called me and said “what’s going on in Yukon with my VAT?“) and I especially don’t want to mix the game in all that. This will be my secret garden. Shaved.

We can say that my seduction skills helped me to integrate myself at work and to have the apartment I wanted despite competition, etc. Communication / psychology helps for everything.

Here, what I like is that nobody knows my blog so I made a new FB account I’m trying to keep clean. And especially, the 3 assholes who spend their lives on my blog and harass me cannot find me like that. By the way, I put them a big fat finger in the ass. Or two fingers. They are bastards who enjoy signaling my FB account, sending me letters of threats (well, at Aix) demanding that I close my blog, etc. They send me texts like what I’m a goblin with a double chin etc. It runs in a loop, makes no sense, it is pure frustration. One of them is a fucking liar who tells me that he works in a group of traders that he has the best lawyers with him so I can not intent anything against him and he fucks Greek and earns € 15,000 per month … BUT OF COURSE! Such a bullshit … it’s a shame! When you really are a guy like that you not break the balls to the entiere world.

Finally here, I don’t know not many people on Lyon even though I made out with 5 or 6 chicks that moved here (before I install) and I have a good friend. I will try to meet guys who are in the game too, but I intend to avoid the needy or immature or people like that. Here I want to be more normal.

This week, Virginie will come. In fact, her parents are moving to Grenoble except they have not yet found a place. She therefore does not really know where to sleep during the end of July so I will be enjoy with my honey. In August, I will have three weeks of vacation so I plan to go back in Aix at least two weeks to see my cat and my dog ​​that I miss too (and go to the sea so that a girl in submarine mode sucks my salty cock by swallowing some iodine). For me, the game in Lyon will seriously begin in September. Meanwhile I will do it without excess.

Despite my depression, I still fucked thirty chicks this season. So, if you want to become a PUA in my style (everybody has his own style) here are all the products I have written to date:
– The (Inconvenient) Truth about gender relations
– Secrets for seducing on the Internet
– How to sublimate your body language
– More than 1 000 alpha sexy lines
– Diary of a French PUA
– The personnal development manual that will kick your ass
– My translations of Ross Jeffries and Cajun and Sinn
– For fun : Do not read me
– Erotic Novel: A story of cyprine
– Projects: Diary of a French PUA 2, a collection of my articles-advices 2015, a manual to make her orgasm like a god, an extension of seduction according to evolutionary psychology, a manual for inter-personal communication of sexuality, an ebook for women so that they can understand and differentiate an alpha guy from an asshole to seize or create good opportunities…

May the God of the Game and of the Labour be with us!

June 20th 2015,

Well. I went to the gala of the law university with Yellow Laughter and we played to Crash & Burn. Moreover, since this little coaching he is warm to approach and practice direct game (it was a trigger for him, he saw that it is easy and that it pays).

The party was pretty funny but I was not really into it because my mind is elsewhere yet (I spent four job interviews and wait for the answers to start in early July). It was a few days ago so I do not remember much except that I kissed the girl of the letters college’s BDE (student office). I remember that because she was stuck to me, so I asked her if she wanted me to kiss her, she replied “no
– But your body is so close it looks like you want me
– OK I admit.”

So kiss kiss, and then after I asked her to have sex with me, she said “yes” but she was so drunk that 1h later she kissed another dude and didn’t even remember she had said “OK FOR HAVING SEX WITH YOU“. She did not sleep with him, for that matter … she went to bed alone. The ravages of alcohol! What a waste ! The moral is: do not listen to drunk chicks. Or fuck them right away if you have fewer scruples than me (jk I’m not an angel).

I met a few fans of my blog that night. Including a girl who came talking to me in English. She fucked up an approach in addition, by ruining the conversation like a big bitch. I said I’d recognized her, I had spoken to her on FB … she said no, I was wrong, she was English and everything. Okay, so I said “OK that’s no problem.” I asked her what she wanted and then we talked a long time. After half an hour, she said, “HAHAHA I’m not English you do not recognize me you’re so bad we have already spoken on FB
– Oh yeah I said that I had recognized you
– no
– OK.
– Then go for it prove it what’s my name?
– Ah that I don’t remember
– Ah you see you’re a liar“. It just cannot remember the name of all the people who write to me on the Internet: it’s not a lack of respect, it is just humanly impossible . For them, they write to the PUA of Aix. But for me, it’s just one more person who writes to me… Finally here it was: the ravages of alcohol bis. Me too I’m a weirdo sometimes (even sober) I cannot say the opposite, then please forgive me. I’m thinking in particular about the last party with Jojo and Titi after which they decided to don’t talk to me anymore (but they never said it they said they said they have no problem but the acts talk louder than words) … but really : they put me a crazy pressure, brought me in a shitty evening and have not at all assumed ! It’s over, I won’t do demonstrations in such situations to please my fans ! I’m not a freak!

I nevertheless had a good laugh at this gala. A friend took coke, that’s a problem. I do not say “+1” because it leaves traces all the life on the heart. Finally I wouldn’t do that, but everyone does what he wants with his body. Even alcohol I do not say “+1” anymore : I made a long way when I think of it.

At the garden party before the gala itself, I laughed a lot with a friend of Yellow Laughter. A short 18 old girl who was the girlfriend of an homosexual dude who did not fuck her. I warmed her a little for fun, and YL told me that she wondered if she would make her first one-night-stand the first night with me. She decided that no when I kissed the girl of the BDE. It’s a shame to be so jealous, we could have made a threesome !!!

Otherwise, less cool: I had to go to the police. The Metallers really sucks (Padawan’s mate). He is so needy of attention he is ready to do anything so that I’m interested in him … I explain :
– For a few months, he leaves a lot of comments on my blog, I am forced to remove without answering … and the more I delete them, the more he leaves comments the more he is unhappy to be censored. These are insults, explanations of why I’m a big mentally ill person… he even wanted to advise me “a very good shrink” because he thinks he is a model of balance, etc.
– As he saw it did not reach me, he began to send messages to some chicks that are on my FB contacts. He told them shit like what I have STD or stuff like that (the last I had it was 2 years ago and I am healed). So I locked my contact list.
– Then, he made up his mind to call my mother (he had the number by Padawan) to explain that I harass one of his friends (the banker), and it bothers him because she was his girl or I dunno what. WHAT THE FUCK! Bad luck for him, he fell on the answering machine and it left a mark. I checked with the banker: she does not want him and never told anyone that I harass her (besides I had not talked to her for a while). My mom laughed when she heard the message once I have explained her.
– Now The metallers requires that I close my blog because I supposedly defame him. He even made a lawyer write me a letter (one of his friend who is specialist in totally something else) … I laughed at that! If I was a bastard I could write to the Bar for intimidation and complacency letter full of nonsense!

In order to best prepare the next crazy this guy will imagine, I collected the testimonies of seven chicks he harassed and the one of the banker who says it was shit these charges and I reunited everything in a folder. I also have the messages he sends to my friends on FB. For defamation I can fuck him when I want.

I also kept a copy of the comments in which he insulted me and called me a psychopath and everything. Public name calling is also a crime.

Unable to do anything, he gave my number to one of his friends from Paris who enjoys signaling my FB accounts (so they are blocked but it does not work because I have validated with an identity card). A big weirdo who also harassed 6ft (the metallers makes a one itis on her like on every chicks that have given him a little of attention for example they tag her on FB saying that she’s a slut who takes coke or they ring at her door at night). In short, I do not understand why Padawan leaves his buddy do that … I think it’s shameful … certainly we decided to put distance between us but that’s not a reason to become a stupid asshole!

The guy I do not know, the poet of Paris, is really the dumbest and the most full hate. He says shit and insults me, but with his phone number. I just screened that and certified that to the police. This is when the policeman wanted to call them both to calm down before possibly complain. He did it: The metallers returned his brain by victimizing … so I had to call myself to put things right. I recorded everything. It was ridiculous, he denies but any behaviorist can see that he is guilty by his way of speaking and playing with words “I do not harasses I troll ahlala you do not understand humor.” At the end I said “ohhh you’re actually envious because you’d like to fuck chicks like the banker.” He has no clitoris, but then he hung up without answering so I hit a nerve! The envy it’s when you’re not jealous of a millionaire on TV but you’re jealous of your friend who has earned a lot of money and you’ll do anything to spoil his pleasure instead of working on yourself to do the same. It’s hard to be a PUA !

In short, the policeman told me that I can sue them for malicious calls whenever I want. I keep it under wraps: I’m gonna see if they calm down now… if not I’m gonna be forced to make my move. I would take no pleasure but hey, we cannot always turn the other cheek. But I leave them a chance.

Meanwhile I read the old FB conversations with the Metallers and I kept the best extracts, especially where he says he enjoys my blog but do not assume. Where he says that the chicks are all stupid and all the guys rednecks except him. It says he is ready for anything even to betray his friends for a girl (he always try to pick up the chicks of his friends). It is full of contradictions, he changes his mind all the time, speaks badly of everyone. He is so megalomaniac that I thought he was joking: he calls himself “a genius who will save humanity with his thesis.” In seduction, he does like me, using my techniques just like the poke but never one single “thank you” … instead I have threats and insults by email. With him everything is always better elsewhere, the society is rotten, everyone is idiot (except him of course) but he still lives in Aix. He claims to be a higher intelligence, gives lessons to everyone but is unable to finish his thesis and has never measured his IQ. He says he is autistic / psycho / evil manipulator. He acknowledged that he regularly have unhealthy obsessions about girls: 4 at least have wanted to file a complaint against him … and several of his friends turned away from him “because they were crazy“. But of course when you listen, it’s always the others who have a problem, who have lost their mind. He even admits having printed naked photos that his ex had sent to him and putting it into her school: it’s nasty! Before, I trusted him because he was a friend of Padawan … but now I see through his game. With this document I can discredit him in the eyes of any judge.

Finally, he is lucky I work to become a Buddhist to calm my anxiety attacks either I would have retaliated against him a long time ago. Moreover, finally, I recommend some books to help you if you also have nerve problems. Or at least to better manage this damn thing. Here are those who have helped me most:
– CURE stress, anxiety and depression without medication or psychoanalysis by David Servan-Schreiber
– Healing your Inner Child by Moussa Nabati
– Done with anxiety attacks by Shirley Trickett
– The great epic of Uncle Scrooge
– Praise of lucidity by Ilios Kotsou
– The Monk and the Philosopher by Mathieu Ricard and Jean-François Revel
– Buddha’s Brain by Rick Hanson and Rick Mendius
– The strength of the emotions by Christophe André and François Lelord
– Meditate daily by Christophe André
– Small intellectual self-defense courses by Normand Baillargeon
– The Emotional Intelligence, Daniel Goleman
– Sebastien’s blog “Towards a serene life”

Several days after the gala, I received this message from a girl to whom I spoke quickly. She came to me and told me that the photographer of the party was very good (although she did not assume to have recognized me from my blog) and I answered “yes the photographer has a big tool that helps” . She did not answer, had turned on her heel and left. But a few days later I received this shit on FB:
– At the gala of my college, I met someone with extremely dirty mind. It reminded me you so much it was dirty, until someone told me that I was right and that it was you. Like what emoticon wink
– Who spilled the beans?
– A source. You know, he has many friends Yellow Laughter. I don’t regret that night, to have turned around without even apologizing because I was so moved
– He has too many friends who are girls to be honest. You regret a little either you’d not spend energy writing to me
– And without blogging, he is quite good Yellow Laugher [it’s easy to have girls who are friends when you fuck no one]. No lol. I’ll just want to tell you that you are such a monster by message. The world is too small sometimes. Good night
– This is your opinion. If I was interested I could question myself.
[And then she blocked me! They are people who too much take themselves to for center of the world!]

I saved the best for the end: I have fucked a chick of the garden party. Not the ugliest btw (she was cute but a bit short), but not the hottest either (sorry but I saw awesome beauties there).

I contacted a lot of girls after the party. Many have not answered. She, she asked me “how did you find me on FB
– Hot!
– No, but how did you get my name “I typed her name and did scroll through the list, hoping we have friends in common… but I would never tell her that. Jokes aside, she was already feverish but had a boyfriend. Therefore I invited her over two days later, one afternoon, under false pretense like would have done an AFC who assumes nothing (to speak of “anxiety attacks” because she makes some too) and after that we finally fucked once. I guess she already knew what awaited her by coming, otherwise she would not have come, she just needed an excuse to cheat on her dude. There was not much resistance during my physical escalation. She was tense but passive.

Like what, I managed to turn those fucking anxiety attacks to my advantage! Finally! Encore une victoire de Canard! I hope she does not feel too guilty because it would spoil the orgasm that my naughty tongue gave her (the relaxation has been difficult so it took a while).

One last revelation before leaving you:
– Titi, why do you or Jojo never like my articles on FB?
– Simple
Because we don’t assume being players in public
– Nevertheless it is a subject that interests people and the girls like that we try to improve
– Yeah it is a reflection we can to have
if you upload a new version of the diary of Cajun, I will like it
– Yeah but 99 % of the guys think like you, it is annoying because it doesn’t allow me to develop on the social networks
– We are still too far in the game to be able to assume
in any case, me

May the God of the Game help you to relax and live a peaceful life while banging beautiful babes!

May 23th 2015,

Something like three months ago, I started talking to this Brazilian girl on Tinder. Or to be exact, it was her who had approached me. Ah, I like South American people.

“Hi how are you ?
– Hi Justine! I’m fine and you
– Very very good!
– It’s talking to me that puts you in joy?
– Yes you give me the smile”

But, it’s a 18 years old girl and I said I wouldn’t attack too young girls anymore even if they have a nice ass. Too much pains in the ass. Nests of shit. But she was nice and friendly so I made an exception to my own rules. “Are you rather beach or pool? Coffee or chocolate? Salty or sweet? Lol
– coffee and beach and for sugar or salt its depends
– Hmm ok that’s it?
– If you do not ask me questions I will not know what to tell you
– Shy?
– I would rather say reserved
– Reserved like a table at the restaurant? it means shy at first / in public then totally hot in private ?
– Hahha you have a good sense of humor you!
– It seems dear but tell me don’t you think it would be more convenient to warm me on snap or fb? Kisses or handshake (choose one)
– I prefer kisses. Add me on Facebook”

Her FB made me hallucinate : on her profile picture she is in bed hiding her breasts with a very hefty guy like “oh yeah friends look at the handsome guy I just fucked“. This is where I saw her originates from Brazil (her parents still live there but apparently not her anymore I did not really understand what she doing in France). Well, I sent her a message on the chat because I was too hard:
“and therefore, do you prefer kisses at a specific location ps: nice your profile photo, congratulations you put your hands on a apollon
– On the mouth and neck! it’s just a buddy the guy on my profile picture
– Let’s start in the neck so !!! You are direct, is it your Brazilian side? cool for the guy, but somehow I’m not a jealous possessive-sick-person
– No. I’m just basically like that
– Good. We will have together then.
– And you talk to me a little about yourself
– OK darling, tell me what you would like to know because it’s hard to talk about yourself in the absolute (yes I have used the word hard)
– Well I have forgotten our conversation so tell me everything”?

Seriously, I didn’t stop hallucinating with her. No girl had ever told me like that yet. Okay, so I reminded her who I am to this crazy bitch:
“Okay okay’s I remember now! This is the time you invite me for a drink okay?
– Ok, tomorrow? “And then she has not answered for no apparent reason during two weeks before waking up (after I gently sent her a photo of my buttocks with written answer bitch above for making her react):
“I don’t want you write about me” I tried to negotiate a little but nothing to do. She was stubborn and not even answered anymore. So I gave up … Until the other day I moved all my FB to find girls for the night strip – card game. She was interested but was not available that day (what a surprise) so I offered her playing just together when she would be free (it costs nothing to insist a little). “When would you be free for an experience like this one
– Wednesday night, but if I play strip poker, put in your head we will not sleep together
– OK but if you want I can make you a cunnilingus anyway
– Hahah. You’re a real pervert!
– No I just give orgasms! you won’t complain!
– I’m not complaining, I just observe.
– Do you want to have one?
– Yes I always want everything. But it’s rare that a guy know how to give me pleasure with a cunni
– So do not reject me for once you could orgasm strongly
 – The only way for your I let you give me a cunnilingus is I must desire you, that I really want you, then you’d better be a good flirt
– Well you don’t say no anymore so we made a step forward
– Loool I have never said no
– So let’s get your orgasms
– Hahah we will see
– Even that after it will be you who will want more
– You are sooo confident!
– In this domain yes
– Do not be arrogant
– Lol if I really give you two orgasms what do I win ?
– To see me again
– Well
– I am available Wednesday at 19h, we’ll have a drink, then I will go at your pace with you for the strip poker
– If you want oki
– I kinda forgot the rules
– As long as you do not forget to take off your clothes it doesn’t matter
– Yes indeed, but between us you will be the first to lose you clothes”

She had a big mouth this kid, anyway. She challenged me and thought she was more intelligent than me. So I was curious to see what was behind that … without too many illusions especially after her two weeks silence. Wednesday around 5pm, I sent her a pseudo-confirmation message asking where we were going to have this drink … and no answer. So, I went back to my business. Around 8:37 p.m. I received “I cannot be there maybe later
– Ah you answer now? did you not say Wednesday 7pm?
– Yes but I had a problem
– Oki good and later tonight or tomorrow?
– I do not know
– So tomorrow
– Yes
– Ok but not the flake this time. What time?
– End of the afternoon
– Good tomorrow morning send me a message around noon to tell me at what time ?
– Okay, the truth I is I got cold feet to be honest
– Classic, you had a big mouth
– I have a big mouth but I had to see another guy, but he flaked me so I’m sorry I flaked you to be honest lol this is the Karma
– 2 guys planned the same day at the same time? or you never really planed meet up with me ?
– Yes always a Plan A and a Plan B
– Well and then why did you not meet me?
– And you were the plan B but I chickened
– Seriously I am a plan b me the best pussy licker of your life you cannot talk to me like that
– You’re too pretentious
– Non it annoys me that you don’t know how to distinguish
– Really ?
– And tomorrow how many plans? and you will get cold feet again? and why not inviting me at your place right now? “
“… it is useless to pretend you do not see the messages lol! …”
“Well tomorrow send me a text for the time and place and if you get cold feet again! shame on you!
– I was on the phone! Because I want to be quiet tomorrow night I promise no flake, but I warn you I will be shy at first
– Ok no problem it’s cute that! I am waiting for your message tomorrow as evidence of motivation !!!
– It works
– We will see”

Obviously, the next day, no message. I did not care I was at home quietly. I still sent by provocation “Why are you so much of a pussy like that?” I do not like flakes, seriously. No answer. From there, it was the beginning of a dynamic of shit. I thought I had a bad karma because there’s a fucking AFC (The metallers) who harasses me by leaving shitty comments on my blog and I meanwhile went to a party with Jojo and Titi : they told me we could make it turn into an orgy again and take a midnight swim there an there would be a good ratio M/W. It has unfortunately ended up in a weird thing in a closed band mates. And not even a pool. 4 girls, 9 guys. 3 fuckable babes. 2 couples tight-ass. 2 girls, 1 free but sick, and 1 passionate of video games who had to leave early. It frustrated me to see that there was nothing to do, and Jojo and Titi wanted to stay anyway, so I have decided not to treat a girl not fuckable as a friend (she was the coolest) which included of course to say “shut up” when she was a pain in the ass. In fact she was asking me lots of questions like eg “what do you do in life?” I have not responded because I was talking to another guy. She waited silently to ask me again. I found it a little weird. But after I understood that she had recognized me from my blog. She then spoke to me for almost 45 minutes asking me lots of questions and everything but her boyfriend (a kind of fat man of 1m90 completely drunk who had drunk a lot of pastis and mixed alcohols) thought she was going to leave him for me or I don’t know what (my reputation has preceded me – Jojo and Titi had told hima lot about me like what I am a big fucker). Must stop believing that because I talk to a girl I want to fuck her, seriously … After 1h sleeping on a chair like a rag, he approached me strangely and then lunged at me grabbing my throat without telling me anything. I hit foot on I don’t know what and I fell. It fell the head on something and I have the arm that is dolourous. Now I do again anxiety attacks because I’m too scared to have a concussion, it woke my stress of the aggression I guess. Fuxelife. Fortunately, Titi and Jojo have caught him and released me, but seriously, it sucks the alcolos bonobos like that especially as I tore my jacket, farted my glasses and I saw nothing on way home. In addition, he felt guilty afterand his girl was ashamed of him. Btw that is not why he would have sent me a message to ask for forgiveness, the asshole. I could complain if I knew it could succeed but Jojo and Titi would not have testified for me because there was a pretty girl who had friendzonned them but they hope to fuck her so they refused to take side in this story. When he threw himself on me I felt these weird heart beats as if my heart was going out of me I was more afraid of having an attack than of the asshole and it disturbed me . I had no need for that. The moral is : the dog was the friendliest and most open of the party there.

I never give up and I wanted a success so the following Sunday, I sent to Justine “then girl you want to try again to take on you or you think it will never happen?
– Why do you care so much about me?
– Because I have empathy and I find you attractive but more than 3 times it would the last so no plan bcd o IDK what
– Hahah bah when I have faith I call you
– You think I’m a dog that you can whistle?
– Yes
– Well no so either you take on you and you enjoy something out of the ordinary or you stay in your comfort zone and you stay with your little rotten Plans
– And bah .. I don’t know I’ll see
– You will not go far in life if you let it stop you
– You put too much pressure Relax yourself
– You’re the screwed up then talk to me in a good way
– When I will want to see you I will tell you
– Like you did not want to see me this week you just freaked out
– I have my desires so I’ll let you know in advance and I’ll stop torturing you and I’ll come to the date. Just relax
– You’ll see if me I come
– Yeah, if you wanna play it like that
– Me too I have my desires and the best oral sex of your life you’re going to miss it with your bullshit and you will fuck many losers !!!
– don’t get upset! and you do not scare me I have already slept with older guys than you
– And I’ll write maybe on this approach that certain chicks have
– Which approach?
– Like you: chicks prisoners of their comfort zone … you think you’re the first girl to get cold feet and tell lies? you the difference is that you’re very rude and that I must teach you respect
– I’m not rude I tell you what’s on my mind unlike other girl exactly. And my last impediment is because I had to see friends and it was important
– No you faked the last TWO times while I leave you a chance to live a great and original thing … limit I have to beg you it is weird
– But I’m not asking you to beg me!
– So my offer still stands one week after that over for you “

I know that the ultimatum is the low leverage. But I did not give a fuck so I did it anyway. To challenge the statistics: it worked !!! Yesterday morning, while I was with Virginie at the train station (she left for a week in Paris and as we arrived early we parked and she sucked and I was purposely over-hitting my pleasure with the open window to make people around hallucinate (she also asked me if I would help her discover sodomy)) Justine sent me this message “we can meet later I finish at 3pm
– Cool appointment at your place or mine?
– We’re going at my home, I have not much time so we can meet up and fuck
– It does not bother me but it surprises me coming from you who was so scared “

So she gave me her address and I checked on Google Maps (remember a lousy story like that which left me a bitter taste). I arrived at 3:05 p.m. AND … no one. I called her, but she did not answer byt wrote me tit-to-tit “I am not at home yet
– Okay
– Sorry” and there I saw a girl with sunglasses entering the building but I was too far and I just saw her back … I was not sure but it could be her according to the measurements. I sent her a text message asking if it was she, and from there, she has not responded to either the telephone or texts when I rang like crazy on her door to make her react she held on and gave no sign of life. Yet it was the real address because there was her name on the door. I just talked to her housekeeper and other people who were supposed to live there then I realized it was yet 4:15 p.m.. An hour and a quarter in the sun outside her door like a jerk, seriously. I have not become a PUA to let girl treat me like that.

I sent in bulk:
“You’re the queen of crappy plans and cold feet”
“If I were you I would answer me because I do not like being taken for a fool and suddenly you’re not going to like what I’m doing”
And then she said “You’re going to write about me?
– I pity you, there’s no goal to do that especially since YOU have revived me
– You are right
– I saw you entering in addition
– And yes
– Well open me at least, assume a little what you do
– I’m in the shower there and I have my period I thought that only after
– Open to me I just want to talk so I did not come for nothing OK “?
… no more answer …
“A little notch I will not eat you.”
“Oh, not again answer something at least”
“I’ll ring until you blow out”
“Oh, it’s amazing that assume a little it will change something”
“You’re stupider than stupidity or what? Do you find a lot of guys ready to wait 1 hour to speak to you”
“Last chance to see me in fun mode after it will piss me off and you’re not going to like what I’ll do”
“I have known a lot of stupid girls but you beat them all it’s a shame”
“Oh, and I know you do not have your period you have always been a pussy except that this time you made me move so it won’t stay without consequences”
“When I think that we could have enjoyed together and that it’s going to be war instead”
“If your teachers look at you strangely Tuesday is normal”

And there she reacts, she phoned. Outraged. “THIS IS A THREAT OR WHAT ???
– SHUT UP LITTLE SHIT THAT WAS TO MAKE YOU RESPOND I HAVE OTHER THING TO DO THAN SPENDING MY TIME & ENERGY TO PUNISH YOU
– Ah OK…
– LITTLE BITCH SO WHAT WAS THIS PLAN? YOU PLANNED ALL THE TIME TO DO NOT OPEN TO ME?
– No, I swear … I do not know what came over me … I was afraid …
– FEAR OF WHAT OF ENJOY TOO HIGH?
– No lol …
– SERIOUSLY I WOULD JUST HAVE DONE YOU THE BEST CUNNILINGUS OF YOUR LIFE
– I’m sorry, now I have to go in 1h I really can not see you but I swear I will repay you this
– SHUT UP. YOU WILL REPAY NOTHING. I AM AT 5MN IF I COME BACK DO YOU OPEN?
– Uh … I really cannot. I have a party tonight to atten and I have to leave in 1 hour but I’m still getting dressed. But I call you and I will come to you place and will make me wait 2 hours if you want.
– I AM NOT INTERESTED IN MAKING YOU WAIT 2H ME I DON’T TAKE ANY UNHEALTHY PLEASURE TO PISS OFF PEOPLE. WE WILL GO NOWHERE LIKE THAT. IF YOU WANT TO SEE ME I NEED PROOF OF GOOD FAITH SO IF YOU DON’T OPEN TODAY IS IT’S OVER.
– Yeah … OK I’ll open. But I have only an hour.
– We can do things in an hour don’t worry. “

I went to drink tea. Seriously. Then I called for testing her and she picked up the phone with a voice of little girl “This was to see if you’d answer. I really come this time.”So I returned there. And then she opened. Fortunately, otherwise I shitted in her mailbox. Fuck you have to persevere and be understanding in life! And swallow snakes (as long as it’s not cocks it suits me) … Well, she’s pretty, it’s something. She has big breasts btw, it was not so obvious on her pictures. A little too big for my taste but well. This is also the first point I told her. Then she wore a party black dress and black underwear. I told her that she would not last long at strip poker with that, it made her laugh, she finally relaxed. She did not stop nervously storing her stuff, applying cosmetics and preparing her bag. I told her that I was going to piss her pff while she wore make-up, I touched her everywhere making her little kisses. I even spanked her after 5 minutes of conversation. I put my hand in her pussy after 7. I felt a string, she really had her periods. How could she have forgotten this detail ??? I just stroked her clit while enjoying the surrealism and the incongruity of the situation.

After that was a bit boring because I had nothing to do there. A girl who is preparing for a party and who must leave in 20 minutes, it’s just anoying. I wanted to warm her, me. I still tried a “Justine, I have something for you?
– what’s this ?
– Give me your hand you’ll see” She gave it to me and I put it on my dick saying she was responsible for it and asking her what she planned to do to catch up. She said she would call me next week when she would not have her period so we have fun together. After she began lipstick. I told her I was going to take it off. She said it was not a problem, she would put more of it. Her girlfriend that she had to join called her. I started to fuck in front of her and then I thought I was going kiss her while she phoned. I did it. Death of laughter. Sometimes I feel like more like a comedy sketch than a real pick up … very fun but perhaps less effective I should be more serious with my game. With that said, she’s a good kisser what’s cool.

After she hung up we French kissed. Finally! Then it was time for her to leave. And was still hard. So I told her to touch my dick. She did not drag her feet, the naughty. She said she was proud to have given a hard cock to me. After she touched it without my asking. She’s not a shy, she quickly vaginally sociable yeah! She was preparing joints and everything then here we finally left after three false starts. I have not fucked her …

I accompanied her to La Rotonde in my car. She confessed me that I was the first guy she met on the Internet (lie? with her nothing surprises me) and she was proud to have overcome her stress in spite of herself. Beating all these blockages, damn, I am a true benefactor Minesweeper. On the way, I told her she had some lipstick on the teeth then I did like it was because she could not stop jumping on me to kiss me. We were next to 4 riff-raff when I said it they have hallucinated hearing me it was legendary. She said she thought I was very nice and funny.

She asked if she worked well with heels or if she was ridiculous. I told her she looked like a big slut. It was somewhat true but she thought I was kidding. Good for her. I also told him that I would kidnap her and lock her in my basement but she laughs … fuck, me who wanted to make her a little scared. To say goodbye, she gave me kisses in the neck and all. Funny how the girls who go to their first parties look like big sluts because they do too much “too much”. Anyway, it was good anyway. And there was a hammock in her apartment to fuck it is probably cool.

I spoke to my father and he also agrees with me. It is around 17-18 years old they are most hot but they are a little inexperienced and therefore unconscious so pains in the ass. They do not take advantage of it enough, and neither do we. What a waste ! Well, she I do not know if I will fuck her in doggy-style like Bafétimbi Gomis making the panther when he scores a goal because she is the queen of muddles and flakes, lies, etc.

After I went swimming my km and by going out of the pool, I had her lipstick on my beard. It holds well that crap! This is waterpouffe! At the exit, I saw a bald who was using the hairdryer.

May the God of Game cleanses me!

NB: I read The Game for the 6th time now. At page 200 of the edition I have, there’s a chapter on Zan. I totally recognize myself in his style I will focus on his work. There’s also Steve P and Hypnotica giving orgasms through speech thanks to NLP who are interesting … I wonder if I should or not work on it for my anxiety attacks.

PS = I clarify something for my readers : I do not write on the blog about all the girls that I meet, kiss or bang. Sometimes they ask me to don’t write or to make them unrecognizable, and I do it because I am respectful. BUT Justine was cool not at all with me as you were able to read it thus I do not see why I would make her a favor.