I walked in the door of the Christian Death show at the Anticlub in 1985, and within three full minutes, I had a 20 year old hottie around my arm, her hand on my ass.
I went over to the bar and next thing I knew there was this hottie leaning right in my ear, way too close,
“Buy me a drink.”
Guys, that’s a come-on. Anytime a woman leans into you very hard and whispers right into your ear breathily while getting way too close for a whisper, it’s a hard come-on. It means she’s horny. Period. Also, “Buy me a drink” means she really likes you. It also means she’s horny. Real horny.
I buy her a drink and then I just reach around put my arm around her and look over at her and smile. She puts her hand on my ass. Whenever a woman puts her hand on your ass like that, she absolutely wants to fuck. That’s what that means: “I want to fuck.”
I didn’t say a word and neither did she. In a lot of these situations, the less you say, the better. Many times it’s better to say nothing at all. Just let your actions pass for words. Words are only going to screw things up in cases like this.
I forget what happens. We leave the club and we are driving around Hollywood “to get some booze.” Or at least that’s the fake excuse. I reach over to the passenger seat and put my hand under her dress. No questions asked, no words said. I just fucking did it.
No panties. She smiles:
“I never wear panties.”
She’s wet. She smiles again:
“My pussy’s always wet.”
It must be awful fun to be a young woman!
We end up in Hollywood (the club is in East Hollywood), buy a couple of cans of beer for no reason, and next thing I know, we are in an empty lot. I’m taking a piss and she’s watching with a smile on her face. Women are nuts. They love to watch men piss for some insane reason. We are walking back. She’s giggling:
“Boooooooooooob.”
She says it in a weird, teasing, insinuating way, with her voice going too high and too low, sort of undulating and my name being stretched way out. Every time a female has said my name like this, it’s always meant she’s horny and wants to fuck.
It’s hard to describe it, but she’s saying it like you are funny in some way, except she’s not laughing at you. It’s also a childlike tease. I would have to do a vocal to describe it. But if a female ever says your name like that, she wants to fuck.
We are back in the club. On our way in, a guy pushes his eyes wide open and opens the door for us. He’s looking at me wide-eyed like, “I can’t believe you got this hot chick” or “Total respect, I’m in awe of you for getting this hot chick.” As he opens the door he asks, “Who says the age of chivalry is dead?” I laugh. It’s a good line, and I use it on women to this day, except lately most are too dumb to get the joke and give me a baffled look.
Somehow she ditches me. Not sure why, but I was in bad shape mentally back then. Maybe that was it.
The show’s over. We are outside. I am trying to give her a ride home. She’s trying to weasel out of the dick like they always do. She’s going home with her friends. She’s insistent. I look at her and give her a huge, assholey, arrogant million dollar smile. I point at her and laugh in her face:
“Nope. You’re going home with me.”
She takes to the challenge. She likes this “funny asshole” behavior.
“Oh I am, am I?”
Big smile, as wide as the Hollywood street.
“You sure are, dammit.”
She’s laughing like this is a challenge or a joke. Really it’s both at the same time.
“Ok let’s arm wrestle and see who wins. If I win, I go home with my friends. If you win, I go home with you.”
“Deal.”
Our elbows on are in the trunk of the car next to mine. We arm-wrestle. Of course I totally destroy her. She smiles and sighs but somehow seems happy with the result.
Women have only asked me to arm-wrestle them a few times. Every time I totally destroyed them. I think they know you will destroy them, and they actually want to be destroyed. They sigh when you win but then they smile a smile of resignation and peace. Each time, it absolutely meant she wanted to fuck right then or later that night. If she asks you to arm-wrestle, she’s horny and she wants to fuck. Right. Now.
We are in the car, speeding down the freeway. Without a word, she attacks me and almost literally rips my pants off like an animal. I’m hard right away. She starts sucking my cock. She gives excellent head. In a minute, I get off. I am 25, remember.
Speeding 55 mph down the 5 Freeway at 3 AM, I ejaculate. As I am trying to control the wheel and not crash, I look over to the right at the lit-up skyscrapers of downtown LA, and I think:
“Jesus Christ, my life is insane.”
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No shit! If you’re in a good mood, this girl will be fucking you any moment.
Take note, all ye fucking millennials (that includes me though I’m an older Gen Y millennial, slightly less hopeless compared to the Gen Z craven zombies). Guys blow up most romance opportunities because they just can’t shut their traps.
Let your hands and lips speak. Still those pesky vocal cords except for “ahhs”, and “mmms”. Girls love to hear those sounds when you enjoy their bodies.
It’s really important to start making out with her. Although everyone’s looking at you, you MUST ignore their presence. Just focus on the girl. Start with a few tongue kisses, and slide your fingers underneath her skirt. Touch her vagina at least once. Even better, finger it. Don’t worry about other people. Go to a dark corner of the club if you’re all that conscious.
The main reason one must engage in this level of foreplay in front of everyone is you don’t want her to accuse you of date rape. I call this “testing the water” stage. If she wasn’t really into you, she would push you back or say “no”. If she’s feeling uncomfortable, stop right there. Be a gentleman and politely apologize.
You don’t have to leave. Feel free to continue your chat with her. But, no more touching except maybe a gentle peck on her cheek if it’s a goodbye. Don’t go for a second attempt – you’re not her type. She surely doesn’t want to fuck you. But at least she knows you have standards and are a gentleman that can take no for an answer.
Now is the time to fuck her at least once. If there are people around, you can go for some kind of dry throbbing. Keep at it until the security asks you to leave.
Take her to your room for the remaining nuptials. Whatever you do, keep the anticipation alive. Stop at a pizza place or a liquor store on your way back to the hotel room.
Dude was jealous and probably wanted your chick unless he really said that thing in a jovial friendly manner. The tone is important.
Now this is where you blew it. Looks like you were exhausted with all that frottage and couldn’t care any less. She sensed it and decided to leave. If you still “needed” her, she would have stayed. Girls want you to need them badly without looking needy.
It happens to me all the time usually because I have other girls that I want to actually fuck, and there’s a point when I’m “done” with her, no matter how hot she is. At that moment, I’m really looking for fresh meat. The feeling is similar to when you’re at a pizza place and suddenly you start craving Thai food. Sorry about the sexist comparison, ladies.
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All in all, Robert’s a lady killer.
Great response.
Hey, someone pester Jason and get him to get in touch with me. He’s my webmaster and I need to talk to him about a bunch of things, and he’s never available.
You both should get on some kind of Instant messaging system if not a phone. May I recommend creating a private chat room at https://volafile.org/. That’s where I take the girls I meet online. But it’s really private and access-restricted for work as well. You can upload files. Best thing is you don’t even have to login except the first time.
I’m on moderation so can’t really pass a message to Jason. But it’s really between you two here. Jason, do help him out, a personal request is all I can make.
Cheers