You're a celebrity? Neat, let's fuck

We kiss a few times, but she doesn't seem really into it. Light kisses on the lips, no intense kissing. I realize that there might be a temporary negative anchor on me throwing on her bed, so I refrain from doing it again.

She compliments me, says my lips are so soft, I return the compliment. We hang for a few minutes, then she starts trying to throw me out.

Eventually, she asks what I'm going to do, and I say I'm going to go find another woman (which was true, but my mistress wasn't in when I stopped by, unfortunately).

I persisted and resisted leaving for a bit, but in the end, I had to go.

As I did, she watched me walk away without any words (After I resisted leaving for a bit, I just calmly walked out at one point).

HBWhitestilettos: Bye.
Dimitri (walking away, not looking back): Later.
HBWhitestilettos: You don't look back as you away... I don't respond.
HBWhitestilettos: (something else, I'm too far away to hear)

I leave and go sarging. Run a quick, solid 15 minute set on a Mediterranean-looking girl that's hot, but she's in a huge hurry, and it was a wonder that I changed her direction and got her to walk as much as she did.

(By the way, new street opener: "Hey, hold up... I need to get my hair cut, and don't know any places around here. I like your hair... where'd you get it done?")

Ran that opener on the Mediterranean girl, a few others that it didn't fly on, then a Russian girl. Ran fool's mate game on the Russian girl, trying to same-day her. I almost do, we almost get into a fistfight (I *love* Russian women), and she accidentally says at one point, "I've been faithful to my boyfriend for three months while he has been gone. I will not cheat now that he will be back in three weeks." Women crack me up.

Unable to fool's mate my Russian girl, leave with her number after two hours of game, go home and take a nap.

I overslept some stuff I meant to do, which was unpleasant. I make my way to my computer and respond to a couple posts on here, then start to write up the field report for the Russian girl.

As I'm writing, I was advocating a balls-out strategy of persistence and not giving a fuck what she or society thinks. Then it dawns on me: Why aren't I back at HBWhitestilettos' place fucking her right now? I'm a pussy and a hypocrite. Time to remedy this.

Earlier, I'd been trying to strategize about whether or not to come back that night or later, but I decided, fuck it, I'll do what I want. It's convenient for me to come right now, especially because I have plans with women for the next night (today), and a potentially really loose card game on Thursday (tomorrow).

I ring her up again, she says she's about to go to bed, I lie and say I'm in the area and I'll stop by in a bit to "tuck her in".

She resists, blah blah blah, I run some slightly toned-down Jlaix lines (like the classic "Shut the fuck up").

I get to her place, she answers scantily clad in a tight top and really short, tight shorts.

She offers me food, and I accept (always accept any offers for supplicative-like things from Asian girls, guys: It sets the correct frame from the get-go, and makes you the prize... I think etiquette in Asia is a lot different from here). She groans and I say, "Whatever. Don't offer if you don't want someone to accept your offer." She gets me an apple and I tease her that it's a very small apple, and I like big, healthy apples. She says it's a, "Me sized apple". Kinda playful.

After I eat the apple, I get her sitting on my lap ASAP and give her a massage.

She shit-tests the hell out of me for my massaging ability. "You're doing it wrong, go harder, you're terrible, you don't know what the hell you're doing, blah blah blah..."

At this point, I realize it's on. In fact, the nastier she's being to you in isolation, while touching you, the more on it is. She's fighting against herself and what she wants at that point... her being nice is the kiss of death, her being mean is a good sign.