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Turned Out Nice Again

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As some of you might know, about 8 months ago I exited a 17+ year marriage, the last 2+ of which were sexless; and have yet to break my duck, making ~3 years (and counting) of celibacy, a state I mean to correct, hopefully before my 60th birthday in 7 weeks or so -  a sort of early birthday present to myself.

Of course, I know I could sort this out tomorrow by going to a prozzie but (from experience) that would be too easy and not very satisfying.

Alternatively, I'm fairly confident that I could also pick up some old chubbster in a local bar or from a dating site but again, not much of a challenge. And I can't do fat burds.

My standards are that she has to be slim, pretty and (probably at least a decade) younger than me.

On the plus side, I'm slim myself, tall and not bad-looking judging by the offers that I've refused (or mucked-up) in the last 8 months, as partially documented in my 'TONA reborn' thread. I also have a decent job, my own flat and (albeit quirky) car, am hygenic, well-groomed, possess a working cock of reasonable dimensions and I'm also quite a fearless  and witty opener/ cold-approacher.

The negatives are my location in a sleepy seaside town on the S. Coast that has hardly any nightlife outside of the weekends; a talent for sabotaging myself via self-destructive beta behaviours and I can't seem to close to save my life.

The latest example of snatching defeat from the jaws of victory occurred only yesterday with a slim attractive 40 yo blonde divorcee I've been shmoozing for the last few weeks and of whom, a friend remarked, when I showed him her texts, that she was so obviously into me that I'd have to work *really* hard to fuck it up. I met that challenge.

How difficult could this be?

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3 minutes ago, TheBlueCat said:

You need to work on your DGAF attitude. Get that sorted and it’ll be easy. And, yes, I talk from personal experience there.

wtf is that

 

3 minutes ago, TheBlueCat said:

You need to work on your DGAF attitude. Get that sorted and it’ll be easy. And, yes, I talk from personal experience there.

 

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1 minute ago, stokiescum said:

wtf is that

 

 

Don’t give a fuck. As in, if you don’t appear to care either way, you’re far more likely to get laid than if you appear in any sense desperate.

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Just now, TheBlueCat said:

Don’t give a fuck. As in, if you don’t appear to care either way, you’re far more likely to get laid than if you appear in any sense desperate.

thats me in spades,women cant handle apathy.they are more deviouse,inteligent in relationships and normaly get what they want but they cant deal with apathy.yet its none aggresive its an excellent weapon.

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1 hour ago, Turned Out Nice Again said:

My standards are that she has to be slim, pretty and (probably at least a decade) younger than me.

It's up to you but there are extremely well put together sixty-somethings.

They put plenty of 30/40/50 to shame.

Think of it like having a Porsche 911 flat 6 rather than a Renault Captur. 

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3 minutes ago, Bedrag Justesen said:

It's up to you but there are extremely well put together sixty-somethings.

They put plenty of 30/40/50 to shame.

Think of it like having a Porsche 911 flat 6 rather than a Renault Captur. 

lot of truth in that and less shit tats

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A account of the progression of failure with the latest burd might serve as an exemplar of where I'm going wrong, in chronological order:

- initially approached her in a dance club about 6 months ago and got her first name, but not number as inhibited that she was apparently accompanied by her old mum - a woman who I subsequently discovered was not her mum but a prematurely-aged best friend.

- saw her again 3 weeks ago at a beach bar - mistook her for somebody else actually - and waved across the room at her, which she reciprocated. Finally approached when my pal alerted me to the fact that she was repeatedly eyeing me. Gave her my name and got her number and was surprised to find a FaceAche friend request waiting for me when I got home, she having gone to the trouble of googling me from my name! She recounted how she was going through an acrimonious (2nd) divorce involving disputed custody of her youngest child (of 3) and thanked me for approaching her and cheering her up. I invited her to come for an Indian the next day and she accepted "but only if it wasn't a date". I huffed and accepted. She came out and paid ! We went on to a pub. I told her I wanted to see her again, walked her part way home and got a cheek kiss. Would probably have tried to convert that into a full kiss but inhibited by having agreed it wasn't a date, which inhibited my shmoozing generally. I ended-up blabbing some of my self-deprecating stories of earlier failed dates and other fails. Came away feeling like I could have done much better, slightly intimidated by her attractiveness. She later confided that she had thought about kissing me and might have taken me home. Doh! 

- asked her out dancing for the following week on FB, was initially accepted, then knocked-back citing bad news in her divorce due to which she was going to eschew the social scene "for a long time". Wished me luck in finding a GF. I pretty much wrote her off right there. I then went mad posting lifestyle shyte on FB (for her benefit), all of which she "liked". More chat ensued. Then a week later - out of the blue - she asks me to take her to a Sunday boot sale. Had a fun time buying shit and repaired afterwards to a beach cafe for tea and scones, which she also paid for. Later she messaged me a picture of the garden hose she bought which was missing a part I had, serving as an excuse to go to her house. Ended-up staying for several hours while she told me lots of personal details of her life/ failed marriage etc. Talked sex. Said she liked kissing, "but wasn't going to kiss me". I went for it anyway and after a bit of flirty eskimo-nosing was told it was time for me to leave and I left. Message waiting when I got home asking if i was ok. next day texted that she didn't sleep - too much thinking. Asked her out again, for a beach walk with a little dog I'd borrowed the next day and was accepted, but again only if NOT a date. Then came back the next day with a long message saying her friends had told her off for leading me on and telling me too much (more like a girlfriend). Also invoked a married American guy she'd had a fling with and was still hooked on and asked me my thoughts. I replied tetchily and basically gave up on her again but we did go on the walk with the dog, which was fantastic, talked everything out. she apologised for leading me on and we left it at friends, parting with a hug.

- Cue her continuing to like all my FB posts, more text flirting and then I went to Poland for a week. This week, upon my return, I borrowed the dog again and we met at a coffee bar in town which she didn't this time pre-announce as a non-date. Was hoping to convert there but it just didn't happen. I felt beta, resented having the little dog on my lap, talked careers etc. in a way not entirely complimentary to my life choices, chiding me like a mother to pull my socks up. She left to go shopping and I had a feeling we were done. Went home feeling empty and could resist texting her something uncomplimentary about the date. She didn't reply .Then I upped the ante while drunk by posting that I was nobody's GF and was looking for somebody "DTF". I suppose it was a desperate attempt to avoid being friend-zoned. She's since ghosted me. Fin.

Maybe it was never really on, but I think I blew it by being a simp.

Shame! Best prospect in months, despite her baggage and maybe attention-whoring. incidentally, my MGTOW brother who heard the story in more detail earlier on advised me to RUN and don't look back.

Bollocks to it!

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26 minutes ago, Turned Out Nice Again said:

A account of the progression of failure with the latest burd might serve as an exemplar of where I'm going wrong, in chronological order:

- initially approached her in a dance club about 6 months ago and got her first name, but not number as inhibited that she was apparently accompanied by her old mum - a woman who I subsequently discovered was not her mum but a prematurely-aged best friend.

- saw her again 3 weeks ago at a beach bar - mistook her for somebody else actually - and waved across the room at her, which she reciprocated. Finally approached when my pal alerted me to the fact that she was repeatedly eyeing me. Gave her my name and got her number and was surprised to find a FaceAche friend request waiting for me when I got home, she having gone to the trouble of googling me from my name! She recounted how she was going through an acrimonious (2nd) divorce involving disputed custody of her youngest child (of 3) and thanked me for approaching her and cheering her up. I invited her to come for an Indian the next day and she accepted "but only if it wasn't a date". I huffed and accepted. She came out and paid ! We went on to a pub. I told her I wanted to see her again, walked her part way home and got a cheek kiss. Would probably have tried to convert that into a full kiss but inhibited by having agreed it wasn't a date, which inhibited my shmoozing generally. I ended-up blabbing some of my self-deprecating stories of earlier failed dates and other fails. Came away feeling like I could have done much better, slightly intimidated by her attractiveness. She later confided that she had thought about kissing me and might have taken me home. Doh! 

- asked her out dancing for the following week on FB, was initially accepted, then knocked-back citing bad news in her divorce due to which she was going to eschew the social scene "for a long time". Wished me luck in finding a GF. I pretty much wrote her off right there. I then went mad posting lifestyle shyte on FB (for her benefit), all of which she "liked". More chat ensued. Then a week later - out of the blue - she asks me to take her to a Sunday boot sale. Had a fun time buying shit and repaired afterwards to a beach cafe for tea and scones, which she also paid for. Later she messaged me a picture of the garden hose she bought which was missing a part I had, serving as an excuse to go to her house. Ended-up staying for several hours while she told me lots of personal details of her life/ failed marriage etc. Talked sex. Said she liked kissing, "but wasn't going to kiss me". I went for it anyway and after a bit of flirty eskimo-nosing was told it was time for me to leave and I left. Message waiting when I got home asking if i was ok. next day texted that she didn't sleep - too much thinking. Asked her out again, for a beach walk with a little dog I'd borrowed the next day and was accepted, but again only if NOT a date. Then came back the next day with a long message saying her friends had told her off for leading me on and telling me too much (more like a girlfriend). Also invoked a married American guy she'd had a fling with and was still hooked on and asked me my thoughts. I replied tetchily and basically gave up on her again but we did go on the walk with the dog, which was fantastic, talked everything out. she apologised for leading me on and we left it at friends, parting with a hug.

- Cue her continuing to like all my FB posts, more text flirting and then I went to Poland for a week. This week, upon my return, I borrowed the dog again and we met at a coffee bar in town which she didn't this time pre-announce as a non-date. Was hoping to convert there but it just didn't happen. I felt beta, resented having the little dog on my lap, talked careers etc. in a way not entirely complimentary to my life choices, chiding me like a mother to pull my socks up. She left to go shopping and I had a feeling we were done. Went home feeling empty and could resist texting her something uncomplimentary about the date. She didn't reply .Then I upped the ante while drunk by posting that I was nobody's GF and was looking for somebody "DTF". I suppose it was a desperate attempt to avoid being friend-zoned. She's since ghosted me. Fin.

Maybe it was never really on, but I think I blew it by being a simp.

Shame! Best prospect in months, despite her baggage and maybe attention-whoring. incidentally, my MGTOW brother who heard the story in more detail earlier on advised me to RUN and don't look back.

Bollocks to it!

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ps if thats her and she isnt at least 10 miles from her car wtf does she need a rucksack for

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10 minutes ago, Bedrag Justesen said:

Never put yourself down. That only works in movies.

I was going to ask in any pictures of the dog. That should put the woman in perspective. 

My guess is she was hoping to be dominated and shagged senseless

By all means do that, but she sounds like hard work on an ongoing basis.

I would keep taking the dog for walks and see what else comes along.

Those seem to be the types that I attract alright. Trouble is, that isn't really me. I'm more the INTJ  type.

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3 hours ago, Bedrag Justesen said:

Never put yourself down. That only works in movies.

I was going to ask in any pictures of the dog. That should put the woman in perspective. 

My guess is she was hoping to be dominated and shagged senseless. 

By all means do that, but she sounds like hard work on an ongoing basis.

I would keep taking the dog for walks and see what else comes along.

Good advice. Forget her, only a miracle will pull that one back to where you want, she sounds awful anyway and clearly doesn’t see you as a shag, like trying to date an older girl at school who likes the attention but wants the big rough kid with the Capri. You’ll only get more crap from her. 

 I’d forget the dog too, get your own if you like them that much, a dog will bring many more openings and will chill you out, or walk someone else’s dog. Make a regular date with the highly-recommended youngish whore round your way that I forget the details of and get on with life. Regular sex with an attractive young lady will allow you to make a move quickly on any new dates and not to care if knocked back. If knocked back above all be brazen and unashamed, only apologise if you’ve made a woman really uncomfortable, but even then ask them what the hell they expected. 

Use chemicals with the whore if getting back in the swing of sex is initially difficult, find a different whore if the first doesn’t put you at your ease. Tell nobody about the whore. You’re socially good, I seem to remember, once the anxiety of “needing” is gone and you up the DGAF level you’ll be beating them off. 

Nice beach and bitch, Btw. :D

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4 hours ago, Turned Out Nice Again said:

A account of the progression of failure with the latest burd might serve as an exemplar of where I'm going wrong, in chronological order:

...

Reading that, I'd count it as a bullet well dodged. More baggage than Terminal 3 and quite happy to toy with you whenever the need arose. 

It's worth bearing in mind that she preferred screwing about with a married man than an available single guy who she knew was keen and gave all the signs of being so herself. To wave that in your face is just crap behaviour, frankly. 

I'm with @swiss_democracy_for_all, get yourself a few quid together and find a good-quality escort. Not only will it be jolly good fun but there will be no baggage to deal with and (to put it slightly crassly) men automatically put out more of a DGAF attitude when they have empty balls. I think it's an evolutionary thing.

Best of!

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4 hours ago, Turned Out Nice Again said:

A account of the progression of failure with the latest burd might serve as an exemplar of where I'm going wrong, in chronological order:

- initially approached her in a dance club about 6 months ago and got her first name, but not number as inhibited that she was apparently accompanied by her old mum - a woman who I subsequently discovered was not her mum but a prematurely-aged best friend.

- saw her again 3 weeks ago at a beach bar - mistook her for somebody else actually - and waved across the room at her, which she reciprocated. Finally approached when my pal alerted me to the fact that she was repeatedly eyeing me. Gave her my name and got her number and was surprised to find a FaceAche friend request waiting for me when I got home, she having gone to the trouble of googling me from my name! She recounted how she was going through an acrimonious (2nd) divorce involving disputed custody of her youngest child (of 3) and thanked me for approaching her and cheering her up. I invited her to come for an Indian the next day and she accepted "but only if it wasn't a date". I huffed and accepted. She came out and paid ! We went on to a pub. I told her I wanted to see her again, walked her part way home and got a cheek kiss. Would probably have tried to convert that into a full kiss but inhibited by having agreed it wasn't a date, which inhibited my shmoozing generally. I ended-up blabbing some of my self-deprecating stories of earlier failed dates and other fails. Came away feeling like I could have done much better, slightly intimidated by her attractiveness. She later confided that she had thought about kissing me and might have taken me home. Doh! 

- asked her out dancing for the following week on FB, was initially accepted, then knocked-back citing bad news in her divorce due to which she was going to eschew the social scene "for a long time". Wished me luck in finding a GF. I pretty much wrote her off right there. I then went mad posting lifestyle shyte on FB (for her benefit), all of which she "liked". More chat ensued. Then a week later - out of the blue - she asks me to take her to a Sunday boot sale. Had a fun time buying shit and repaired afterwards to a beach cafe for tea and scones, which she also paid for. Later she messaged me a picture of the garden hose she bought which was missing a part I had, serving as an excuse to go to her house. Ended-up staying for several hours while she told me lots of personal details of her life/ failed marriage etc. Talked sex. Said she liked kissing, "but wasn't going to kiss me". I went for it anyway and after a bit of flirty eskimo-nosing was told it was time for me to leave and I left. Message waiting when I got home asking if i was ok. next day texted that she didn't sleep - too much thinking. Asked her out again, for a beach walk with a little dog I'd borrowed the next day and was accepted, but again only if NOT a date. Then came back the next day with a long message saying her friends had told her off for leading me on and telling me too much (more like a girlfriend). Also invoked a married American guy she'd had a fling with and was still hooked on and asked me my thoughts. I replied tetchily and basically gave up on her again but we did go on the walk with the dog, which was fantastic, talked everything out. she apologised for leading me on and we left it at friends, parting with a hug.

- Cue her continuing to like all my FB posts, more text flirting and then I went to Poland for a week. This week, upon my return, I borrowed the dog again and we met at a coffee bar in town which she didn't this time pre-announce as a non-date. Was hoping to convert there but it just didn't happen. I felt beta, resented having the little dog on my lap, talked careers etc. in a way not entirely complimentary to my life choices, chiding me like a mother to pull my socks up. She left to go shopping and I had a feeling we were done. Went home feeling empty and could resist texting her something uncomplimentary about the date. She didn't reply .Then I upped the ante while drunk by posting that I was nobody's GF and was looking for somebody "DTF". I suppose it was a desperate attempt to avoid being friend-zoned. She's since ghosted me. Fin.

Maybe it was never really on, but I think I blew it by being a simp.

Shame! Best prospect in months, despite her baggage and maybe attention-whoring. incidentally, my MGTOW brother who heard the story in more detail earlier on advised me to RUN and don't look back.

Bollocks to it!

IMG_20180710_175904.jpg

 

I have a feeling that she wanted you to 'go after her', all this 'this is not a date' BS, was her mask of good behaviour. She wanted you to desperately, want her. She'd have been a manipulative nightmare if you became hers, if you jumped her hurdles and you out alpha'd the other, perhaps even ficticious, date. A bullet dodged. Of course she looked good, she loved herself.

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6 hours ago, Turned Out Nice Again said:

As some of you might know, about 8 months ago I exited a 17+ year marriage, the last 2+ of which were sexless; and have yet to break my duck, making ~3 years (and counting) of celibacy, a state I mean to correct, hopefully before my 60th birthday in 7 weeks or so -  a sort of early birthday present to myself.

Of course, I know I could sort this out tomorrow by going to a prozzie but (from experience) that would be too easy and not very satisfying.

Alternatively, I'm fairly confident that I could also pick up some old chubbster in a local bar or from a dating site but again, not much of a challenge. And I can't do fat burds.

My standards are that she has to be slim, pretty and (probably at least a decade) younger than me.

On the plus side, I'm slim myself, tall and not bad-looking judging by the offers that I've refused (or mucked-up) in the last 8 months, as partially documented in my 'TONA reborn' thread. I also have a decent job, my own flat and (albeit quirky) car, am hygenic, well-groomed, possess a working cock of reasonable dimensions and I'm also quite a fearless  and witty opener/ cold-approacher.

The negatives are my location in a sleepy seaside town on the S. Coast that has hardly any nightlife outside of the weekends; a talent for sabotaging myself via self-destructive beta behaviours and I can't seem to close to save my life.

The latest example of snatching defeat from the jaws of victory occurred only yesterday with a slim attractive 40 yo blonde divorcee I've been shmoozing for the last few weeks and of whom, a friend remarked, when I showed him her texts, that she was so obviously into me that I'd have to work *really* hard to fuck it up. I met that challenge.

How difficult could this be?

If you are on the South Coast I would hop on a ferry over to Cowes today for the last day of racing and fireworks tonight. There will be plenty of single women of all ages in a sociable mood. And if not, the fireworks are fantastic anyway.

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4 hours ago, Turned Out Nice Again said:

A account of the progression of failure with the latest burd might serve as an exemplar of where I'm going wrong, in chronological order:

- initially approached her in a dance club about 6 months ago and got her first name, but not number as inhibited that she was apparently accompanied by her old mum - a woman who I subsequently discovered was not her mum but a prematurely-aged best friend.

- saw her again 3 weeks ago at a beach bar - mistook her for somebody else actually - and waved across the room at her, which she reciprocated. Finally approached when my pal alerted me to the fact that she was repeatedly eyeing me. Gave her my name and got her number and was surprised to find a FaceAche friend request waiting for me when I got home, she having gone to the trouble of googling me from my name! She recounted how she was going through an acrimonious (2nd) divorce involving disputed custody of her youngest child (of 3) and thanked me for approaching her and cheering her up. I invited her to come for an Indian the next day and she accepted "but only if it wasn't a date". I huffed and accepted. She came out and paid ! We went on to a pub. I told her I wanted to see her again, walked her part way home and got a cheek kiss. Would probably have tried to convert that into a full kiss but inhibited by having agreed it wasn't a date, which inhibited my shmoozing generally. I ended-up blabbing some of my self-deprecating stories of earlier failed dates and other fails. Came away feeling like I could have done much better, slightly intimidated by her attractiveness. She later confided that she had thought about kissing me and might have taken me home. Doh! 

- asked her out dancing for the following week on FB, was initially accepted, then knocked-back citing bad news in her divorce due to which she was going to eschew the social scene "for a long time". Wished me luck in finding a GF. I pretty much wrote her off right there. I then went mad posting lifestyle shyte on FB (for her benefit), all of which she "liked". More chat ensued. Then a week later - out of the blue - she asks me to take her to a Sunday boot sale. Had a fun time buying shit and repaired afterwards to a beach cafe for tea and scones, which she also paid for. Later she messaged me a picture of the garden hose she bought which was missing a part I had, serving as an excuse to go to her house. Ended-up staying for several hours while she told me lots of personal details of her life/ failed marriage etc. Talked sex. Said she liked kissing, "but wasn't going to kiss me". I went for it anyway and after a bit of flirty eskimo-nosing was told it was time for me to leave and I left. Message waiting when I got home asking if i was ok. next day texted that she didn't sleep - too much thinking. Asked her out again, for a beach walk with a little dog I'd borrowed the next day and was accepted, but again only if NOT a date. Then came back the next day with a long message saying her friends had told her off for leading me on and telling me too much (more like a girlfriend). Also invoked a married American guy she'd had a fling with and was still hooked on and asked me my thoughts. I replied tetchily and basically gave up on her again but we did go on the walk with the dog, which was fantastic, talked everything out. she apologised for leading me on and we left it at friends, parting with a hug.

- Cue her continuing to like all my FB posts, more text flirting and then I went to Poland for a week. This week, upon my return, I borrowed the dog again and we met at a coffee bar in town which she didn't this time pre-announce as a non-date. Was hoping to convert there but it just didn't happen. I felt beta, resented having the little dog on my lap, talked careers etc. in a way not entirely complimentary to my life choices, chiding me like a mother to pull my socks up. She left to go shopping and I had a feeling we were done. Went home feeling empty and could resist texting her something uncomplimentary about the date. She didn't reply .Then I upped the ante while drunk by posting that I was nobody's GF and was looking for somebody "DTF". I suppose it was a desperate attempt to avoid being friend-zoned. She's since ghosted me. Fin.

Maybe it was never really on, but I think I blew it by being a simp.

Shame! Best prospect in months, despite her baggage and maybe attention-whoring. incidentally, my MGTOW brother who heard the story in more detail earlier on advised me to RUN and don't look back.

Bollocks to it!

IMG_20180710_175904.jpg

Should have made a move on the first non date, think you got friend zoned after that.  She sounds like a bullet dodged anyway and you could do better.  You're being too nice which isn't a bad thing but not the way to get laid.  Keep putting yourself out there and having fun, something will happen.

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1 hour ago, ILikeCake said:

Should have made a move on the first non date, think you got friend zoned after that.  She sounds like a bullet dodged anyway and you could do better.  You're being too nice which isn't a bad thing but not the way to get laid.  Keep putting yourself out there and having fun, something will happen.

I know it! Actually the heat started to subside even after the first meeting in the beach bar when she was all over me/ pressing up against etc. I actually bailed that night to go to another event which I thought at the time would make me seem nonchalant but in retrospect was probably a mistake. Strike while the iron is hot!

On the beach walk when she was apologising for leading me on, I gave her some Red Pills that she claimed never to have heard of before but found intriguing,  eg. terms like "Attention Whore", "Friend zone", MGTOW etc. and Eric Berne's "Games People Play".

Unfortunately, I'm a sucker for young/ pretty/ slim (aren't we all?) but now I'm regaining perspective, some dubious aspects to her character are dawning on me. For instance, she seems unusually "chilled" to the point of amotional, and not very empathic although intelligent and observational. One also has to wonder what transpired in her recent marriage such that custody of her daughter is not deemed automatic. She accuses ex-hubby of being controlling but that might be projection. From her description, he comes across as a harmless geek underachiever. She did a flit to France with her daughter when the divorce blew up, where she met the older (older than me even) married Yank paramour, who appears to have been some kind of Mentor figure.

I do have to watch myself as I have some Masochist in me and a proven weakness in the past for controlling Narcissists - think "Estrella" from Dickens' Great Expectations.

It's all experience, seeing what works and doesn't, which necessarily has to be experimentalas I can't begin to get my head around female nature in terms of anything I already understand.

Another thing I have to work on is "kino"/ touch which seems to function like a superpower when done right. Certainly in Bratislava with the Austrian nurse, it got me from zero to snogging on the dance floor shockingly quickly after I instinctively put my hands around her waist.

 

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1 hour ago, Hopeful said:

I have a feeling that she wanted you to 'go after her', all this 'this is not a date' BS, was her mask of good behaviour. She wanted you to desperately, want her. She'd have been a manipulative nightmare if you became hers, if you jumped her hurdles and you out alpha'd the other, perhaps even ficticious, date. A bullet dodged. Of course she looked good, she loved herself.

I wonder what would have happened at the house if I'd pushed my advantage and mashed her lips when she was so obviously wavering. In my defence, she did threaten to kick me in the balls - albeit said playfully!

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3 minutes ago, Turned Out Nice Again said:

I wonder what would have happened at the house if I'd pushed my advantage and mashed her lips when she was obviously wavering. In my defence, she did threaten to kick me in the balls - albeit playfully!

She'd have let you shag her. Let you, mind. Because she was worth it. Then she'd have got you, and then she'd ration you, sex for good behaviour

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2 hours ago, Sgt Hartman said:

Reading that, I'd count it as a bullet well dodged. More baggage than Terminal 3 and quite happy to toy with you whenever the need arose. 

It's worth bearing in mind that she preferred screwing about with a married man than an available single guy who she knew was keen and gave all the signs of being so herself. To wave that in your face is just crap behaviour, frankly. 

I'm with @swiss_democracy_for_all, get yourself a few quid together and find a good-quality escort. Not only will it be jolly good fun but there will be no baggage to deal with and (to put it slightly crassly) men automatically put out more of a DGAF attitude when they have empty balls. I think it's an evolutionary thing.

Best of!

Good points Sgt. I think she's a hard cookie. 

I might just investigate hooker options on the side outwith the main Nookie challenge.

Definitely need more confidence.

Edited by Turned Out Nice Again

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