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Forward Bound
After my last post I was feeling down for a while. I’ve also been busy with a new job and apartment hunting in NYC. The rental market there is insane. I can’t believe people are bidding up on apartments, even with the prices as high as they are. I was chatting with a girl and her boyfriend that were viewing the same apartment as I, and they were saying that rent will go up at least $1000 for them wherever they decide to move. Despite all of that I’ve found a place I deem worth coughing up the big bucks for. It’s even got me thinking about hosting some gatherings here and there. My family was always the one to bring everyone together, but we stopped because it’s draining to always be the one giving. I’m not going to get into that, but that’s more or less another reason for my antisocial tendencies. But I want to get over that. It’s a great time for me to try anyway.
I didn’t do much girl hunting while I was there. I think I’m over my hate for the apps. The reality is that’s how I’m going to meet women, and my time is better spent doing other things. If I’m out and about, sure I’ll chat some people up, but I’m not going out of my way. I hopped on Feeld, and man, Feeld in NYC is so much different from the city I’m moving from. In NYC, I can swipe for 30 minutes and still only get to a 3 mile radius. I can swipe swipe for 10 minutes in my current city and be done with the deck, and not even like anyone. Lots of references to psychedelics, sex parties, and the like. Sex and the City has never felt realer than now for me. People are getting it in! I found an advertisement for a sex party on Feeld. I got in contact with the host, but I found out about it too late, and didn’t pull the trigger fast enough to go through all the registration steps. But it was good to know that the possibility is there. I’m curious to experience even one.
Now I’m back in my old city tying up loose ends. My energy is a little different now that I know I’m moving. Spring is just around the corner, and I’m going to go on as many dates as possible before I leave. And I’m not going to be a picky dickhead about it. I want the experience. So the first chick I met up with was a cute in the face, very round, rotund Japanese chick. I was actually excited to meet her. It had been a while since I had spoken with anyone in Japanese in person, and we vibed off of that. Nerdy, I know. She was just as bubbly in person. I love bubbly, warm women. Even though I want “hot” women, bubbly personalities outshine hotness a lot of times for me. We grabbed a tea and went for a walk. If I ever connect with a woman who is hot and bubbly, I’m probably fucked lol The other thing about bubbly women is, especially if they’re into me, they talk a lot and I don’t have to say much. I hate talking for talking’s sake. I prefer listening or pretending to listen, so it works out. They can blab, I can nod, and occasionally steer the conversation when I need to and that’s it. After a while we both ran out of things to say. I was walking a little ahead of her, and every few seconds or so I’d look back and give her my lover boy eyes. She signaled she wanted me to kiss her a few times. Instead of doing so, I invited her back to my place. We held hands in the Uber, and I don’t know if this is corny, but that kind of thing turns me on. I knew she was ready to jump my bones as we entered my place, but to slow things down I gave her a salsa lesson. Chicks generally enjoy this, but for me, it’s to ease my way into these casual encounters. If I wasn’t tense before, I always get 10x more tense bringing a chick home for the first time, especially so quickly. This is my second time trying to bang a fat chick, and I will say they’ve all been super responsive. They both quivered after every little touch. They both came from my fingers alone. I gave her a few strokes, but I was too anxious to stand to attention. So we just cuddled and made each other come. She enjoyed watching me hold her in the mirror angled towards my bed. It felt good holding her. I could never fully relax, but I could feel my brain slowly releasing tension… I needed that. She was nice. I think we gave each other a good time.
The next day, I matched with a black chick. I didn’t feel like having a long conversation via text. It was a beautiful day, so I asked her what she was doing later that evening. She didn’t have any plans, so I invited her out for a drink. Her pictures were blurry and she’s older, mid-30s, but again I’m just trying to make stuff happen after a long dry spell. I’m standing outside the bar because the place is packed, and I’m thinking what our next move should be. She walks up, and all I could think was, “Wow!”. She was bad. She had a nice petite frame; her body fit perfectly into mine when she hugged me. I smelled a subtle sweet fragrance on her neck, nails done, burgundy lips, tight skirt, and heels. That’s what I’m talking about! That’s what I want. She came ready. However, she’s more on the demure side. Which is not a bad thing, I just don’t know how to navigate that… yet. The conversation didn’t really flow, it was more of us playing the question game with awkward silences every now and then. I find that I’m more likely to ask riskier questions with bubblier women than women that present as more reserved. I’ve also found that the girls I think are on, are sometimes not. And when I have no idea what a girl is thinking, she’s the most on. She might not have said much, but after all, she was out with me. And sometimes it just feels like trying to find a light switch in the dark. Sometimes you’re able to find the switch immediately and turn on the light. Other times, it feels like you’re reaching all over the place, your fingers either pressing to hard or too lightly where you think the switch is. I don’t know if I found her switch. I kept it light. I did ask her about mushrooms though. She says she’s never tried them, but she’s open… We were both tired, so I ended the night early. I don’t know if she’ll bite, but I’ll invite her over for dinner soon.
In two days, I had two completely different experiences, with two completely different women. I literally went from one extreme to the next. I’d like to somehow bridge that gap. My goal now is to try and pick up some momentum and keep gathering more experiences. I’m ready to move forward.
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