A friend of mine has been in a similar situation to mine, lately, only on the other side. She's met guys in bars and clubs, and has found herself kissing them, and even letting them sleep in her bed, but not doing anything more with them.
After another night of this, frustrated, we both went to brunch to commisserate.
And then back to my house for a nap. One thing led to another. We never kissed the entire time. Presumably, too intimate.
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Another woman ended up at my vestibule last night. Kissing, her in heels, pressed against my mailbox, grabbing, kissing, rubbing, stroking.
"I have to go..." she said.
"I know you do" I agreed. And kept kissing her.
"I really have to go" she said.
"I know. You should leave." She kept kissing me.
"I'm really leaving now" she said, and pushed me away with both of her hands. "I'll see you again." And she opened the door and ran into the night. Literally ran.
Afraid she might do more than she wanted to, with a guy she actually liked, possibly. This is how many of my first dates end up.
I woke up this morning thinking about her, which was both surprising and a nice change from thinking of The Liberal.
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SouthernBelle: good morning
SouthernBelle: me too
Bad Man: you're not too scandalized by your naughty behavior to see me again?
11:00 AM
SouthernBelle: hmmm... no idea what you are talking about...i'm a complete lady, remember?
Bad Man: you are a woman, at least. Definitely felt like a woman under all that clothing.
Bad Man: Smelled like a woman. Yum. And interesting to talk to, which is cool too. Is your cat happy to see you?
SouthernBelle: somewhere under there i think ones hiding out
Bad Man: I'll bring her kicking and screaming out to play.
SouthernBelle: ahhh, a challenge
Bad Man: a challenge?
Bad Man: bringing out the woman inside you?
SouthernBelle: joking, you got pretty damn close last night
Bad Man: Did I? I'm surprised.
SouthernBelle: nothing like exercising will power to get me nice and frustrated
Bad Man: well, if you get too frustrated, you know where to find me. And since we were both sober by the time we kissed, you know what you're getting in to.
SouthernBelle: very true
Bad Man: did you just get up?
11:05 AM
SouthernBelle: nope
Bad Man: early riser?
SouthernBelle: told ya
SouthernBelle: you?
Bad Man: would've been much nicer if you got up early and started playing with my hair and shoulders.
Bad Man: I've been up since nine.
SouthernBelle: i'll pencil that in
Bad Man: do.
Bad Man: I think you'll enjoy it.
SouthernBelle: likely
SouthernBelle: what are your big plans for the day?
Bad Man: I'm surprised that you managed to run out the door when you did. I was sure you were going the other way.
Bad Man: I've got brunch with my friend Rana, and then I'm not sure.
SouthernBelle: nice
SouthernBelle: well i can't be that easy sir
Bad Man: it's not "easy" it's "fun"
SouthernBelle: that's alright, you can just ponder what the legendary sex WOULD have been like
Bad Man: Nah. I'll just wait until we have it. I won't prejudge you. I mean, what if I imagine legendary sex with you and then somehow you don't live up to my imagination? That would be awful.
Bad Man: I'd rather wait until I see you next, and see what you feel like under my fingertips.
SouthernBelle: that's fair
Bad Man: I'm glad you think so.
11:15 AM
Bad Man: I can't believe how many guys just hit on you in bars when you're on a date with me. I'm going to have to get you a nametag or something that says "on a date with him" and has my picture on it.
SouthernBelle: haha, i know...i guess i have to be on a date to get a date, good to know
Bad Man: if you ever want to use me as a pivot to get a better date, feel free to try.
SouthernBelle: aww, how generous, chivalry isn't dead
Bad Man: I do what I can.
Bad Man: But remember, the criteria is "'better" not just "other."
11:20 AM
SouthernBelle: got it
Bad Man: otherwise, you're stuck coming home with me.
Bad Man: could be worse fates.
SouthernBelle: yeah, like [**The other guy who hit on her**]
SouthernBelle: hot!
Bad Man: totally. or the big blond dude.
SouthernBelle: ooooh scary
SouthernBelle: man, i reel in the good stuff
Bad Man: yeah, but you got me, too, which is good.
SouthernBelle: not bad
Bad Man: touche.
SouthernBelle: if you're into that whole presumptious-ny man-whore on the prowl thing
Bad Man: which you apparently are.
SouthernBelle: (1 point , SouthernBelle)
SouthernBelle: only on weekends
Bad Man: if actions, you know, speak louder than words.
SouthernBelle: i date nice boys the rest of the week
Bad Man: well someone's gotta pay for your dinners. you're a starving artist.
SouthernBelle: you have a point
Bad Man: and then on the weekends, it's time to play, and you can come see me. Sounds fair. They can bring us orange juice in bed. If it's too pulpy, though... I'll be upset.
11:25 AM
SouthernBelle: okay, i'll make note
Bad Man: good.
Bad Man: I hate it when they bring the pulpy stuff. gets stuck in my teeth.
SouthernBelle: i think i'll give the boring banker that job
Bad Man: excellent. He'll be pleased to be near you when you're in a state of undress, even if it's while you're with me in bed, I bet.
SouthernBelle: aww, how sad for my banker
SouthernBelle: but it's all for charity right?
Bad Man: he'll survive. just the sight of your naked body will probably be enough joy for him.
Bad Man: and he can dream of how to get you to date him, and then take our seminar.
SouthernBelle: i do what i can
SouthernBelle: i'm tellin, the big bucks!
Bad Man: "learn how to be a presumptuous NY-man-whore.
Bad Man: "
Bad Man: "Get southern belles to make out with you in bars and come back to your place, confusing them and amusing them."
SouthernBelle: "and the naive southern ladies who go home with them"
Bad Man: exactly.
SouthernBelle: nice
SouthernBelle: masterminds i tell you
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"I'm a lady." She was. A true southern belle.
Talking about kissing technique. I asked "how do you kiss?"
"I can't describe it."
"Show me."
"Are you kidding we can't make out in a bar."
Half an hour later, she said
"Wow, it's really egotistical of me to think that the people in here would be watching me kiss you, isn't it. It's not like anyone else here cares what I do, do they?"
"Nope." So I kissed her. She turned to all cuddly kitten after that.
I got up for the bathroom, and on my way back, I spotted another guy had rolled up on her. 6'2, very forward, blue shirt. I thought to myself... "Oh look - Alpha Male Other Guy... I can do this. Engage logic. Talk about his cool shirt."
I didn't have to. She pointed at me, all dreamy, and said "I'm on a date with him."
That works.
Took her as far as the vestibule in my apartment building, and made out with her there. Didn't take her upstairs, but may have been able to. She had this look like she was really enjoying herself and her mind was really fucking with her about it. So she fled into the night, and I'm IMing her this morning, and she wants to get together again.
I don't even like blondes.
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Last night on my way home from work, I realized that I didn't want to see the Virgin that night. Just... too tired to have to get up the energy to play with her, and I know that the payoff is limited by her virginity.
On the way home, I ran into the Biter (who no longer bites, due to some NLP work I did on her...) who remains incredibly sexy, with whom I've got a smoldering flirt thing happening. She's a present that I'll give myself someday when she hasn't got two boyfriends. I think I could make her sing with orgasms. I know I could.
She took me to see the NonProfit Goddess (NPG) who I haven't seen in a year, due to a bad boyfriend situation, which was nice, but not as nice as I'd've liked. She's still cool, and driven, and pretty, but I'm no longer interested, which is cool.
And I saw the Colombian for dinner after all of that. We agreed to be sexbuddies when the mood strikes us. "You can't expect me to be faithful to you or anything, bad man." I laughed at her and smiled, shaking my head. "No, I don't."
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I've had great luck with being very forward.
My best lines, the ones that get the doggie dinner bowl look, are, in a conversation about whatever, slipping in "I'm going to kiss you later" with builds anticipation. If talk turns to sex, and she says anything about it, "are you going to kick me out after we fuck tonight, or can I stay until morning?" That usually elicits a "you're very bold" with a hint of a smile, or a "what makes you think we're going to fuck" which usually means either I haven't worked on it enough, or she's trying to see if I'm going to back down.
For years, when I wanted to kiss a woman, I'd ask permission. I was brought up to be "respectful." Lately, I've had more and more women complain about the "metrosexual" guys, the "whimpsters" and the non-men that they're meeting. They go out on dates with "nice" guys (also known as "average frustrated chumps" or "afc"s...) who buy them dinner, drinks, taxis, whatever. And the reaction is nearly universally the same: "He was totally nice, but there was no spark."
It's not about running lines on women, or "patterns" or anything at all like that. It's about knowing that she wants you, and you might give in if she's good, and simultaneously being forward enough to push the encounter forward when you are ready to.
Not being hungry for it, not having that "I haven't had my cock played with in seven years" look, not having the "you are such a prize to me, lady, that I'll do anything to be with you" look.
I think it's called confidence.
Walk around like you're the mayor, and you can acheive anything.
I'm not allowed to talk about last night because the lady I was with demanded that I don't. Let's just say my confidence is here to stay.
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My exgirlfriend, TheEvilOne, and I, were IMing yesterday about the end of my relationship with the Liberal.
She'd heard, through mutual friends, about her, and was, for lack of a better term, rooting for me.
As I'm in my High Fidelity phase of asking my exes why my relationships fail, this one told me.
NSF.
Never Stop Flirting.
Which echoes something that one of Sir's long term relationships said to him.
"I just hope that you don't change. You know, so often relationships get boring because everyone is just friendly and caring. But with you it's always as exciting as in the first week."
I forgot that with the Liberal and poof, she was gone. And with the Cuban. And with TheEvilOne.
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After work, I got home at 10:45. Surfed the web for about fifteen minutes. Fashionista was online and wanted to chat. We've got a date on Saturday. FriendsterCleavage made me promise that I'd call her when I got home, and I had to coordinate tonight with The Writer.
I called FriendsterCleavage with my laptop in my lap. I spent ten minutes fluff talking her, and then gave her a graphic description of what I'd like to do with her, until, on command, she had a squeeling orgasm. "Come for me now, FriendsterCleavage." And she did. She'll be able to have them on command by the time I see her.
I put her to sleep shortly thereafter, and emailed with The Writer while IMing Fashionista. Fashionista is far and away the hottest of these women, and thus has the highest level for giving me BS. When she told me I should have text messaged her the night before but she hadn't given me her number, I told her I didn't want it. So of course, she gave it to me. What's that phrase? Doggie dinner Bowl?
Emailing the writer became a hassle, so I called her instead.
I met her at a party four years ago, which I left with two other women. At which point, apparently, she thought to herself "oh dear, not for me if he's leaving with two other women, wait for him to get a bit older..."
So she did. And we were in contact again recently, and I asked her to pose for photographs for me (a hobby of mine) and she agreed. So I offered to take her to dinner in exchange, and she agreed to that too.
And last night she told me that meeting me was her birthday present to herself.
Apparently, I have the face of an angel. And the mind of a devil.
It's going to be a busy week.
The Liberal sent me the money to cover the things I've done for her. That basically draws a line in the sand and we're now officially done speaking, I think, until she gets back in country. I miss her, but less each day.
I've been working with some hypnosis work on myself, just to see. It's been interesting to trip back into my head. I've also been working with some NLP stuff on other people, and myself (it's all a continuum...) and have been going to the gym and eating better. All told, it's been very positive since the Liberal left.
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There is something very sexy about getting a cam show from a woman who wants to fuck you when you're sitting at your desk at work, over a wireless internet connection.
Mind you, I'd rather be with her right now, but it's a good start.
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I'm juggling many women who have contacted me on Friendster. I've only met one, and my career is kicking my ass again. I forgot to email one of them back when she said "blah blah blah" days were bad for her, and let's do X, Y, or Z.
since I didn't write back between Saturday and today, she wrote again, saying, "Well, you know, I'm a busy woman, but I'll rearrange my schedule."
Push-pull? Something else?
I don't know, but as long as I'm not the totally considerate "yes dear" guy, I get good reactions. You know, if I'm a man and not a wussyboy.
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I have a type. 5'6-5'10. Dark hair, light eyes, or at least, expressive eyes. Smile that lights up a room. Not skinny like a model (always afraid I'll break those) and not fat, but shaped like a woman - ass, tits, hips. A little fat's not a bad thing. A lot of fat is.
For years women have thought that I'm attracted to blondes, because as a natural, I had women hanging off of me, and anyone who has choice chooses blondes, apparently. As a frustrated chump, i had a hard time seeing the interest of the women who were hanging off of me, to the point of, in college once, being in bed with a girl in the dark, just talking. Nothing happening. Think about that.
I get picked up enough at this point to know what I'm doing in that direction, and that's great, but it doesn't give me the kind of choices I'd have from doing the pickups myself.
I don't suffer from a lack of pussy. I suffer from a lack of self confidence that I can hold that pussy once I find the one(s) I want. Or, historically I have, I think I'm probably over that by now, since learning what I learned with the Liberal.
The GFTOW project is hard to complete when I've got 15 hour work days, but I'm on it now.
FriendsterCleavage is turning out to be quite a submissive little sex kitten, whose unfulfilled fantasy is having a man "force" her to be with another woman. I can accomodate that. She gave me a cam show the other night around midnight while I was at work. Quite a nice body she's got.
Found old pictures of the Cuban on my hard drive. Heh. I was so in love. Silly me.
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My profile on friendster lists around 14 things that I'm looking for. The last one, number 14, is broken up into many many subparts. Nice smile. Good relationship with her family. Etc. Etc. Etc.
The more qualifications I put in there, the more responses I get. And every response is a self qualifier - "Hey, I saw your profile and I'm X, Y, and Z... let me know if you're interested." Around 3 a day. It's amazing.
It's pretty incredible to watch these women throw themselves at me. Next step is to see what turns out when I meet them.
Who is the Liberal again?
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I've taken my profile off of the dating site it was on. It remains on Friendster. The dating site got no love, but Friendster does.
Plus, I'd much rather start doing real street pickups and friend pickups and such than this garbage dating service stuff.
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I usually hunt alone, and usually hunt online, because it's all ripe fruit just lying there waiting to be plucked.
But I'm looking for a wing. Downtown Manhattan.
My weakness is the approach. After that, after the first 30 seconds, going from intro to close, I can do.
I've got the kind of looks and game where I get approached by women, but that's unsatisfying.
Anyone in Manhattan want to be my wing? Post a comment with your email address.
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I read somewhere that Friendster is over.
Bullshit.
I've gotten more numbers, IM names, and dates on F-ster in the last week than I did in the first three months I used it. Like - so many numbers i've lost count (hooray for email) and dates any night I want one.
Doesn't make me a player, since I don't have time to go on these dates, but I can get 'em. I want to learn to do bar/club Pickups and meet girls on the street for my own sense of self, but when I've got professional actresses, models, lawyers, and what have you drooling over me, who has time?
Don't bother looking me up - bad man is a pen name.
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I read somewhere that Friendster is over.
Bullshit.
I've gotten more numbers, IM names, and dates on F-ster in the last week than I did in the first three months I used it. Like - so many numbers i've lost count (hooray for email) and dates any night I want one.
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FriendsterCleavage: i cant keep my eyes open today
Bad Man: yup
FriendsterCleavage: *raises eyebrows*
Bad Man: me too. bed by 1 up at 6.
Bad Man: ugh
FriendsterCleavage: hmmm
FriendsterCleavage: ugh
FriendsterCleavage: let's take a nap
FriendsterCleavage: zzzzzz
Bad Man: you're already trying to sleep with me? Awww. Can we cuddle, too?
FriendsterCleavage: yeah we can cuddle
FriendsterCleavage: but be good
Bad Man: *devil ears*
FriendsterCleavage: *scared*
Bad Man: I'm always good. *big grin*
FriendsterCleavage: cuddling does not involved fondling my boobies or ass
FriendsterCleavage: k?
Bad Man: umm, no.
FriendsterCleavage: *skeptical*
Bad Man: boobies are designed as hand-handles for cuddling, and asses are penis holders.
FriendsterCleavage: *gasp*
FriendsterCleavage: *big grin*
Bad Man: k?
FriendsterCleavage: you are clearly nuts
Bad Man: uh huh.
Bad Man: but it's a beautiful madness
FriendsterCleavage: and making me horny
Bad Man: so go find out what flights to new york for the weekend cost. maybe you can get one on priceline for $20.
FriendsterCleavage: yeah RIGHT
FriendsterCleavage: $@0
FriendsterCleavage: $20
FriendsterCleavage: oopsy
Bad Man: name your own price and all,.
FriendsterCleavage: i dont think they'll take $20
Bad Man: go try. if you can make it up here, you can stay in new york for free, and hell, when's the last adventure of this sort that you took?
FriendsterCleavage: you're just rying to bopink me
FriendsterCleavage: boink
FriendsterCleavage: lol
Bad Man: depends what your definition of "just" is.
FriendsterCleavage: whaaaa....
FriendsterCleavage: lol
FriendsterCleavage: i have plans this weekend
FriendsterCleavage: two boys are sleeping over sat
Bad Man: Are either of them going to boink you?
FriendsterCleavage: no
FriendsterCleavage: they are not
Bad Man: then I'm better plans.
FriendsterCleavage: they are precious
FriendsterCleavage: 5 and 6
FriendsterCleavage: hears old
Bad Man: w00
FriendsterCleavage: coming to stay with aunt FriendsterCleavage
FriendsterCleavage: *smirk*
FriendsterCleavage: and im fun
FriendsterCleavage: cause i wrote a childrens book about them
Bad Man: hmph
Bad Man: no boink for you.
FriendsterCleavage: and im going to try to get it published
FriendsterCleavage: my publishing info arrived in the mail today
FriendsterCleavage: ill boink you another time
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On the subway, none of the cute girls with good skin and high heels would make eye contact with me, either uptown on the E or downtown on the 9. The only woman who would was a fifty something very beautiful woman who, to my dismay, intimidated me. I lost eye contact with her. She just stared. And stared. And was around 50.
Failure is not a bad thing. Not trying is where the trouble starts.
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On the way to work today, I tried to make eye contact with every woman I saw.
Either:
1) The women of New York are afraid of me;
2) I'm so good looking that they're intimidated;
3) I'm too intense; or
4) Something else?
I'm open to interpretations of this one. Please leave your message at the comment.
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No action at all today, leaving work at 12:45am to come back in by 9 or 10.
Bollocks on that.
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I want to live like this guy but I'm not. Yet.
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The date went... boringly. She was not very bright (Miami girl...) and not fun or funny. We ended after one drink.
Woke up after dreaming of the Liberal. Not good.
The Jaguar wrote me an email that ended:
"You really don't miss me? How is it that I think about you a lot, and you don't miss me?"
I wanted to say "You have one-itis for me, and I never really liked you" and then I wondered if the Liberal feels that way about me. I was basically living with the Liberal for a bit. And then I realized "yeah, but I do have one-itis (two-itis) over the Lib..."
*sigh* I'm going to start taking home girls I'm not interested in soon just to start this healing process. I don't want these feelings anymore.
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Yeah. One-itis struck hard as hell today. Such that I've had her theme song stuck in my head since I heard it. Fortunately, I've got a date in a half hour with another friendsterite, this one a 5'1 95 lbs blonde haired green eyed girl. Let's see.
I'm beginning to wonder - if I fuck 10 other women, and I want her less when she gets back, will she become a returning fox?
We will see.
Working out continues well, my body begins to do things that I didn't realize it could, and I am very pleased about that. More pleased than anything. I've never been this strong, and it's only getting better.
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A friend of mine suggested that I try to make, and hold, eye contact with every woman I could.
So I tried on the way back from the gym today.
Must be that it's cold, or New York, or something.
NOT A ONE WOULD MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH ME!
Which was a total shame, because I had props and everything. I bought these tiny little plastic pigs that I wanted to give away. Like, dozens of them. I just wanted to get women to say hi, and then go:
"Pig?"
And then see the reaction, thank them, and give them a pig. Doesn't work if NOT A SINGLE ONE MAKES EYE CONTACT.
Must try again soon. :) Lots of pigs to give away.
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A step back.
I heard "our song" and it set me back by days.
Bah.
I've also developed a reputation on friendster for being a player, which is interesting.
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How do I learn to do this?
Approach approach approach.
Until approaching is no longer fearful, rather it's a skill.
So I asked a friend for a number between 1 and 50. He came back with 13. So tonight, 13 Friendster approaches.
Hey - it's easier to start with something you're not terrified of.
Any that work well, I'll post the interactions.
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"Are you asking me on a date?"
"Yes, I am."
"That's pretty bold, for a girl" I said to FriendsterFilmGirl
"I'm a bold person."
"Good for you."
"So, why do you like tall women?"
"It's a personal fetish. How tall are you?"
"5'11."
"That'll work." *pause* "You're kinda short, but you'll do."
Laughter. "How tall are you?"
"Depends if I've done Yoga or not."
Laughter. "Good answer."
"Yeah. Between three foot seven and four foot one."
Laughter. "Wow. I'm always open to new experiences. Midgets."
"We prefer to be called little people."
"Well, if I'm not tall enough, my roommate is 6'0."
"Excellent. Do the two of you come as a package?"
"We can."
"That'll work."
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At Fedex today, the woman behind the counter, a bored 20 something with nothing behind her eyes and blonde hair, said "NEXT" and I rolled up on her.
"I need a box" I said.
"For?" I showed her what I was carrying.
"I need a big box. Not that size matters or anything, I mean, bigger isn't always better."
She laughed. Measured my box.
"I told you I needed the biggest one" I said. She laughed again.
"Seriously though, size doesn't matter, it's how you use it."
She gave me the box for free, and the smaller box that I ended up using because my box was too big.
Flirting works.
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For a brief description - the virgin is 24, black, has long braids, large breasts (I learned how big last night... bigger than I'm used to...), a very responsive body, and she's a volleyball player, so she's almost all muscle.
And while she's a virgin, and I'm not out to "deflower" her, she's fun to play with.
I don't intend to devirginize her, but I do intend to train her to play in other ways. I told her a lot last night, about the liberal, about my dating lots of women, and stuff like that. She was cool about it. She knows that if we're not having sex she can't expect monogamy. Particularly not out of a man like me, who, unless he's in a relationship, is running around with lots of women.
Which I told her I do.
And she was cool with that.
She sure doesn't kiss, move, or play, like a virgin. But she claims to be, and I believe her.
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The virgin slept over last night. She's still a virgin and I don't intend to take that from her. She has other charms. She can be taught.
More Friendster action, but none of it is local. Bah.
GFTOW: 1
Approaches: 0
Today's the day for one of the two things.
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I step back into my role as a Bad Man, and suddenly the world opens.
HotAsFuckCollegeCrush just sent me a Valentine's poem because I busted on her. I told her I would make her an electronica CD back when I was a frustrated chump over the Liberal. I was all "give me your address" *whine*
She did.
And she, playfully, said that I could send her chocolate and flowers. She lives in North Carolina.
I turned it right around.
Saying, basically, "Sugar, you can send _me_ flowers and such at the below listed address."
Today, she sent me a Valentine, apologizing for not sending me flowers, but she did write me a sexy poem. That's good.
I've also been flirting with three very cute women on Friendster - LAChick - from LA who we've been play fighting with (she gets it, she's good) TexasChick - who also gets it and is pretty good, but not as cute as LAChick, and EastVillageChick who lives in my neighborhood and, when she proposed getting a drink, I proposed drinks plural, and she got all shocked, so I busted on her about it. She's a law student.
Updates as they develop.
And tomorrow is Valentines day, so I'm going to do something sappy like pick up some girls to make me feel better about my life.
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GirlInPeking wrote:
Hi! Can I be your friend? mailaddress@mail.mail
I am GirlInPeking from Peking, China! Nice to meet you! Thank you! (",)
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I couldn't let this lie. I say specifically in my profile that I don't do that sort of thing.
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Nice to meet you too, but no, if you'd spent the tiny little time it would take to look at my profile and see the great big letters on there that said that I only add people I know, well, you'd understand why I'm saying no.
Now, if you want to get to know me, take me out to dinner some night, maybe buy me some drinks, and have some sort of exciting adventure, we can talk.
Otherwise, thanks, but no thanks.
You didn't even bother to compliment me on my dashing good looks or my personality. Amazing. Just take take take, that's all you want to do.
--Bad Man
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For some reason (probably because no man ever responded to her like that) she responded back.
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But you see, I am in China. I read your page before I even add you. How can I go out wit ya? O its okay. Thank you anyhoo.
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When you've lost everything, you can dare anything. I heard that in a movie trailer once.
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I know you're in China, I read that far.
You must have missed the part where I wrote that I won't be your friendster unless I know you, or we at least email for awhile.
As to how you could take me out on a date, I'm sure you could fly over here to New York and take me out. You're over 21, you could even buy my drinks in a bar over here. If you do that, I'll not only add you as my friendster, but I'll give
you a testimonial saying how great you are.
But I don't think you'd do that sort of thing, because you don't seem very adventurous to me. Even though I can't understand a word of your profile. it's in chinese yet english characters... weird
Oh well. No date for you, and no link, too.
Feel free to email me if you get a plane ticket.
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heh.
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Second funniest joke:
Just after I posted that, minutes later, she emailed me.
Dork.
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The universes' greatest joke:
When I don't care about the outcome and I come from a state of play, things go really well.
When I invest, they don't.
Which to do, which to do.
Bye bye Liberal.
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The Groupie had an amazing point, something I've heard discussed, but really, I live in New York, where the term "Metrosexual" was coined, so it hasn't been an issue really.
She was talking about how a guy really turned her on. What'd he do? Pinned her arms back behind her back and stuck his hand down her pants.
Now, we're not talking about a rape scenario - she was on his bed. But his escalation was to be a man and just go after what he wanted. Apparently, that move made her wetter than just about anything else imaginable, and talking to her about it made her eyes glaze in a very favorable way.
Beautiful women are used to men giving them whatever they want, whenever they want it, which, having been on the other side, gets old REALLY fast. But being a man and taking what you want (and knowing to take "NO" for an answer) makes these New York Women turn to jelly. Worked with the Cuban. Worked with the Liberal. Works on The Groupie. Works with the fun, adventurous, passionate, beautiful women. Which is the sort I like to date.
Her parting shot? "Be a man."
She told me I should run seminars. I didn't want to tell her that I'm just a Recovering Average Frustrated Chump who's never picked a woman up (but has been picked up dozens and dozens of times by women, due to good inner game) and not a master. Just that I'd gleaned some wisdom.
Perhaps someday I'll have jedi level wisdom in this, and then I can find a nice woman and settle down and we can make ourselves wildly happy together. Or two. Or three.
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Last night I stirred up some trouble. Wasn't seduction of anyone, was just trouble.
Long time since I'd see DotComHippieGirl and not as long a time since I saw MuscleGuy. (I've really gotta come up with cooler nicknames)
DotComHippieGirl looked amazing. Like, amazing amazing. I wanted to fuck her but I'm not there yet. She's vicious in bed and I'm just not mentally ready to go there. Soon, maybe.
We had a great talk about seduction and fucking and how most men need lessons that i'll recount later.
But when DotComHippieGirl went to the bathroom during dinner, and MuscleGuy was sitting next to me, I know he was her type and she'd wanted him for years. I just turned to him and said "you should hit that." And he said that he'd take it under advisement.
I last saw them getting, quite drunkenly, into a cab together.
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No news tonight. Saw the liberal's lesbian stalker. Wonderful. Was smooched by two blogresses in front of the lesbian stalker. Take that, Liberal.
Be Bold.
And:
NOT DEAD CAN'T QUIT
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Tyler said the following, and it really hit me on the way in to work this morning.
"I knew that just the way I was coming across wasn't cool. I knew that I was doing well financially, and that I would get everything together and I would get a wife. But I wanted to get more options, so I wasn't settling for anybody who I maybe wouldn't get along with. Because when I do settle into a relationship I wanted to be with somebody who I actually like. Not somebody that I settled on, but somebody that I actually chose. I think that's a lot more flattering for the girl you're with, because she knows that you're with her out of choice, and that you could get other girls, but you're choosing to stay with her."
That struck me like a son of a bitch. The point of the skillset is to find a wife. Well, for Tyler it is. And after the Liberal, I'd consider it too. I'm not going to litter the world with bastards, so if I intend to have children, I'll need to do the wife thing.
But I'm not going to settle for the first woman who wants to setlle down (otherwise I'd've been married 10 years ago to FuckMachine... ;) ) or the Liberal (for various reason, not just the rejection, since I think it's a "poison pill" time bomb rejection) but someone that _I_ choose.
I've got a lot of learning to do. And living.
I want to get this part of my life handled. I've never heard of a super successful guy (well, Trump, maybe) who didn't have a good woman next to him. Trump's greatest successes have happened while he was married. Maybe it's because he wasn't on the make at the time, I don't know.
But to find a princess, I'm kissing all the frogs I can. Plus, if I learn many ways to make a woman wildly ecstatically happy from many different women, that can't hurt either.
That's why I'm importing the 47 y-o mother of two in March. I figure she's got the kind of experience I could learn from. Plus, you know, no reason to be limiting in my beliefs about what's possible. I find her sexy. That's plenty.
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Blanks are smileys of some sort, use your imagination. This is a totally different Friendster girl who had cleavage showing, and I called her on it.
She asked me to instant message with her when I got home from work.
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FriendsterCleavageGirl: wow
FriendsterCleavageGirl: You are really here!
Bad Man: of course I am. knight in shining armor and all.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: I'm so impressed!
FriendsterCleavageGirl:
Bad Man: You may swoon at will.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: Why thank you!
FriendsterCleavageGirl: I've been reading your blog.
Bad Man: and now you're even more impressed.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: I now know everything about every friend you've ever had.
Bad Man: yeah - but which of them are exgirlfriends? That's the tricky bit.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: Oh, it's not hard to figure out.
Bad Man: try me
FriendsterCleavageGirl: well...
FriendsterCleavageGirl: I'd guess AmazonBlonde?, the sweet girl trapped in a swimsuit model's body
Bad Man: 0/1
FriendsterCleavageGirl: Asiandyke?
Bad Man: 0/2, she's a lesbian.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: Teenager?
FriendsterCleavageGirl: Liberal?
Bad Man: 2/4
FriendsterCleavageGirl: Bartender?
Bad Man: Bartender was just a one night stand.
FriendsterCleavageGirl:
FriendsterCleavageGirl: niiiice
Bad Man: enough! I get the picture, you can read me like a book.
Bad Man: Bartender was a friend who seduced me. Happens.
FriendsterCleavageGirl:
FriendsterCleavageGirl: So, how was the gym?
Bad Man: managed to not go.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: and are you really this slow of a typer or do you just have a million e-girls messaging you?
Bad Man: I'm putting on my rollerblades.
Bad Man: I've got to go blade for a bit. stressful day and no one around to relieve my stress with and the gym closed.
FriendsterCleavageGirl:
Bad Man: so, I'll be back soon. Don't go away. It's not warm out, so I can't stay long.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: How long shall I wait?
Bad Man: my back is killing me from the stress. Blading makes it all go away. It's better than lousy sex. (But not as good as good sex) wait a half hour. If I'm not back, call me. [cell number]. I may have had an accident, and will need you to call 911.
Bad Man: - I'm off. See you in 30 or less.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: Sounds good. *adds phone number to legal pad of your pertinent info*
Bad Man: I have returned.
FriendsterCleavageGirl:
FriendsterCleavageGirl: And how is your back?
Bad Man: much improved.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: good good
Bad Man: everything feels better. well lubricated with endorphins and frozen.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: I was going to get on the floor and do some stretches for my back, but now you're here.
Bad Man: see, if you were here, I could have helped your back and stretched you and you could have returned the favor.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: that would have been very nice
Bad Man: it would have been.
Bad Man: not my fault you were in prison and never got to meet me earlier.
Bad Man: and now that I'm all sweaty, you could have come with me to help me shower.
Bad Man: hmph.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: Well he had internet connections in the prison library, but I wasn't allowed to access that because of my um...charges.
Bad Man: understandable.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: I was just reading some info on a conference I am going to next month in Austin, TX.
Bad Man: sxsw?
FriendsterCleavageGirl: yeah
Bad Man: I really oughtta go.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: Yes, you should.
Bad Man: are you coming on to me, cleavage?
FriendsterCleavageGirl: No, I'm simply suggesting you not miss out on hearing Mr. TechGuy speak, that's all...*cough cough*
Bad Man: I know Mr. TechGuy. I'm a contributor to his website. I've got to have a better reason than that. I've met his family.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: Well that did it.
Bad Man: That did what?
FriendsterCleavageGirl: I'm impressed.
Bad Man: ah. It took you this long to be impresseD?
FriendsterCleavageGirl: Well, yeah...
Bad Man: hmph
Bad Man: flirt.
FriendsterCleavageGirl:
FriendsterCleavageGirl: am not!
Bad Man: that's it. riiight
FriendsterCleavageGirl:
Bad Man:
FriendsterCleavageGirl: LOL, I'm watching the Simpsons...half heartedly...
Bad Man: awww. I've got half your heart already?
FriendsterCleavageGirl: but I just caught Mr. Burns saying, "it's not like this is rocket science, this is brain surgery!"
Bad Man: heh
FriendsterCleavageGirl: guess you had to be here
FriendsterCleavageGirl: So now what are you doing?
Bad Man: I'm lying naked on my bed and sweating.
Bad Man: and considering a shower.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: considering? that ought to be a priority!
FriendsterCleavageGirl: And, wait, you rollerblade naked?
Bad Man: no. I've already stripped for you. You were watching the TV. You missed it. I know what your priorities are.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: well crap, I didn't get your cam invite!
Bad Man: I'm not sending it AGAIN.
Bad Man: 'You have to pay more attention to me.
Bad Man: So - I should sign up for this SXSW thingy?
FriendsterCleavageGirl: *turns off Simpsons*
Bad Man: don't bother, i'm off to shower.
FriendsterCleavageGirl:
Bad Man: Do you have a site for me to peruse to learn more about you?
Bad Man: I'll be back in three minutes. I'm a man. We don't take long in there.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: what do you just take for granted that everyone has a personal web site these days?
Bad Man: yup
Bad Man: back
Bad Man: Ok, I'm mostly sold on SXSW.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: mostly?
FriendsterCleavageGirl: are you checking out the website?
Bad Man: yes.
Bad Man: TechGuy's one of the selling points. Keep meaning to corner him.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: I'll warn him.
Bad Man: heh
Bad Man: friend of yours?
Bad Man: or you'll warn him so you get to spend more time with me?
FriendsterCleavageGirl: nope, jsut trying to be funny.
Bad Man: that was funny. I was trying too. Guess you don't find me funny anymore. *pout*
FriendsterCleavageGirl: Of course I do silly!
FriendsterCleavageGirl: You are the most hilarious person I have met so far on Friendster!
Bad Man: am I going to be able to get a hotel room there, or will I have to stay with you?
Bad Man: oh, touche.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: (I won't mention that you are still the first person I have met)
FriendsterCleavageGirl: stay with me eh?
FriendsterCleavageGirl: I'll request a cot, sure.
Bad Man: thanks for the offer, but I barely know you.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: I'm staying at the Hilton.
Bad Man: ok, fine.
Bad Man: get a cot. I don't think you'll be comfortable on a cot, but hey, whatever floats your boat.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: well MAYBE there's a sofa bed or something....
FriendsterCleavageGirl:
Bad Man: don't put yourself out on my behalf.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: So, since you are only mostly sold, what would be the selling point for you?
Bad Man: holy smokes.
Bad Man: spendy.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: spendy?
Bad Man: expensive
FriendsterCleavageGirl: oooh
FriendsterCleavageGirl: I see
Bad Man: $200/night? I can stay on South Beach for that mch.
Bad Man: and really nicely, to boot.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: well, how about a less expensive hotel?
Bad Man: I'd rather stay where the thingy is happening.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: so only go for a few days instead of the whole thing?
Bad Man: no, just pay a lot of money.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: or pray I like you and let you stay in my room?
Bad Man: well, if you don't like me, I can always just whore myself out to the highest bidder with a bed.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: Good idea!
Bad Man: whoring is always such fun.
Bad Man: I mean, you meet the most... interesting people... that way.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: Yes, in fact if I decide to whore myself out, you can use my room for yourself.
Bad Man: excellent.
Bad Man: what if I whore myself out to you? that'll cancel it out and we'll be back at square one (although I'll be several hundred dollars richer...)
FriendsterCleavageGirl: and then you can spend that money buying me dinner and drinks? Sure!
Bad Man: that'll work.
FriendsterCleavageGirl:
Bad Man: self funding dates are the best.
FriendsterCleavageGirl:
FriendsterCleavageGirl: BRB okay?
Bad Man: ok. don't go far, I get clingy.
Yahoo! Messenger: FriendsterCleavageGirl has signed out
FriendsterCleavageGirl: okay
FriendsterCleavageGirl: I am back.
Bad Man: better?
FriendsterCleavageGirl: I had to reboot.
Bad Man: teeth brushed?
Bad Man: or that
Bad Man: are you staying at the hilton?
FriendsterCleavageGirl: I installed the driver for my webcam
FriendsterCleavageGirl: yes I am
Bad Man: oooh fun
Bad Man: so now you can cam me?
FriendsterCleavageGirl: maaaybe
Bad Man: how long are you staying?
FriendsterCleavageGirl: 12-17
Bad Man: dang.
Bad Man: hrm
Bad Man: how is it that I'm a lawyer, doing really well,and I feel like I'm too poor to go on this trip?
FriendsterCleavageGirl: because you are delusional
FriendsterCleavageGirl: you can afford it
FriendsterCleavageGirl: so just go
Bad Man: oh my god.
Bad Man: I just spoke with another friend who is going, who offered to put me up at her friend's house.
Bad Man: "unless you prefer ot keep open the option of bowm chika bow bow"
FriendsterCleavageGirl:
FriendsterCleavageGirl: good
Bad Man: I could get the 1 king bed executive level for 171/night.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: there ya go
FriendsterCleavageGirl: thats what i have i think
Bad Man: that's $1000.
Bad Man: plus airfare and the convention itself.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: a king size bed
Bad Man: true. but if we both have king sized beds, won't we feel silly when one of them doesn't get used?
FriendsterCleavageGirl: well my employer is paying for mine, so I'm not too concerned about the cost
Bad Man: aaaah
Bad Man: see, mine's out of pocket.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: I kind of , caught onto that...
Bad Man: but it could be a good networking opportunity.
Bad Man: and I could theoretically write it off somehow.
Bad Man: hrm
Bad Man: so guestimate a total of a two grand five day weekend?
FriendsterCleavageGirl: I try to avoid math, but yeah somethign like that
Bad Man: Ok. I'm sold if I can get the days off.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: I can't get my cam to focus
Bad Man: that's a shame. How are you supposed to cam me?
FriendsterCleavageGirl: welll, you can see an out of focus me
Bad Man: we call it soft focus.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: age enhancement
Bad Man: ha
FriendsterCleavageGirl: so let's see if this works
Bad Man: bring it.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: i invited you
FriendsterCleavageGirl: do you see a request?
Bad Man: I do.
Bad Man: connecting.
Bad Man: oh look, there you are.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: there's me
Bad Man: soft focus indeed.
Bad Man: no, focus on the door.
Bad Man: or bed?
FriendsterCleavageGirl: yes what is up with that?
Bad Man: are you trying to tell me something?
FriendsterCleavageGirl: haha
FriendsterCleavageGirl: maybe...
Bad Man: tjat
Bad Man: err
Bad Man: whoops
Bad Man: that it's time for me to close the door and take you to bed?
FriendsterCleavageGirl: and my cell phone is ringing....
Bad Man: yeah, it's not me.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: that was my exact message!
FriendsterCleavageGirl: I'm currently living at my father's ranch in Texas.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: I move into a new apt on Saturday
Bad Man: nice
Bad Man: where?
FriendsterCleavageGirl: well, I am stayin gupstairs in what used to be the game room
Bad Man: and I thought shreveport LA was Louisiana, not texas?
Bad Man: man am I dense.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: my apartment is in shreveport, LA
Bad Man: ah
Bad Man: that's where the fifth circuit is.
Bad Man: it's a lawyer thing.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: i work in shreeport
FriendsterCleavageGirl: court circuit?
Bad Man: yeah
Bad Man: federal court
FriendsterCleavageGirl: yes...
Bad Man: yeah
FriendsterCleavageGirl: i hateit when the cam freezes on awful poses
Bad Man: ha!
Bad Man: I thought you were just staying very still.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: oh yeah
Bad Man: shall I close the window/
FriendsterCleavageGirl: theres a rather large fish behind me
Bad Man: yes, there is. Texas.
Bad Man: interesting place, texas. never been. heard tales of it, though.
Bad Man: apparently, everything there is big.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: you see the fish now?
Bad Man: cam's frozen.
Bad Man: window's closed.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: odd
FriendsterCleavageGirl: i invited again
Bad Man: BIG FISH
Bad Man: FISHES
Bad Man: or maybe fish and exercise equiment and smiling girl.
Bad Man: see, with a mac, we do the whole "realtime videochat" thingy.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: aaah
FriendsterCleavageGirl: i have a G3 in storag that I never use
FriendsterCleavageGirl: and yes ai do have a web site
Bad Man: it's incredible. full screen videoconferencing with my friend chris in tokyo.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: very cool
Bad Man: glasses
FriendsterCleavageGirl: i need to see
Bad Man: enh
FriendsterCleavageGirl: that's sorta-iportant
Bad Man: I'm not camming there's not much to see.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: but youre naked
Bad Man: obligatory cleavage shot?
Bad Man: true.
Bad Man: I am.
Bad Man: smirking, too. nice. and cracking your neck. hmm
FriendsterCleavageGirl: hahha
FriendsterCleavageGirl: well it's kind of sore
Bad Man: and laughing at me. We've got a live one, guys.
Bad Man: well you should be here for me to rub it. I've got work in the morning, can't fly down there.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: damn
Bad Man: sorry.
Bad Man: I don't know you though. I'm not that easy. unless you're paying.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: so what have you decided on sxsw?
FriendsterCleavageGirl: oh please, don't act so jewish.
Bad Man: to ask my boss. we've got depositions that week, and he may be away.
Bad Man: if he's away, I've got to defend them with our mutual partner-boss-guy and then I really can't go.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: well, i hope that it works out for you
FriendsterCleavageGirl: it would be fun to meet you
Bad Man: sure would be. you should come up here sometime. New York is fun. So am I.
Bad Man: you look skeptical.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: I believe you
Bad Man: you look frozen skeptical.
Bad Man: oh now you move.
Bad Man: off come the glasses. are you trying to seduce me, cleavage?
FriendsterCleavageGirl: and i was joking about the jewish thing, i do realize that you are jewish and was making a joke...
Bad Man: I know it was a joke. Racist.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: yes, i am hoping to seduce you through the computer, I'm sorry but I'm really horny tonight... **NOTE: CRAP! I misread this as "not really horny" yesterday when talking to her talk about buying temperature and missed opportunity!!**
Bad Man: I am. But then, as a man under 90, that's kind of a given, I suppose.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: yes I think you are right!
Bad Man: not much I can do about it. I'm not bad, I'm just drawn this way.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: So do I look like my photos at all? I do believe I hav ea differnet hair color in each one
Bad Man: you do.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: good good
Bad Man: they are you, right? I'm not going to feel like an idiot in the morning or anything?
FriendsterCleavageGirl: well my real name is Larry and you are really viewing a recorded loop, but it's all good..you won't feel bad tomororw
Bad Man: thank god. I only go for boys who are girls who like boys to be girls who like girls who like girls.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: that was a good one!
Bad Man: thanks.
Bad Man: ok, it's not true.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: I could chat with you forever because you are so entertaining and fun...
FriendsterCleavageGirl: but, I am really sleepy
Bad Man: go to bed, woman.
Bad Man: and have dirty dreams of me. because, you know, why not.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: good reason!
Bad Man: I'm full of good reasons to unleash your innermost self.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: Oh I can't wait!
Bad Man: I bet you can't. Vixen.
Bad Man: GO TO BED.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: will you be finding out tomorrow if youre available for sxsw?
Bad Man: possibly, but my boss is away tomorrow so it may be the day after.
Bad Man: never fear, you'll email me tomorrow and we'll figure it out.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: well of course I will
Bad Man: voila.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: sounds terrific
FriendsterCleavageGirl: it was great chatting with you
FriendsterCleavageGirl: AND BTW
FriendsterCleavageGirl: OOPS
FriendsterCleavageGirl: my tits say hello **It's so on**
Bad Man: I believe you.
Bad Man: although I haven't seen them, I'm sure they're talking up a storm in there.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: indeed they are
Bad Man: go tits!
FriendsterCleavageGirl:
FriendsterCleavageGirl: well okay, I'll talk to you tomorrow
Bad Man: you should tell them that I said hello, and would give them a goodnight kiss if they came out to talk.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: have a restful night
Bad Man: you too.
FriendsterCleavageGirl:
Bad Man:
FriendsterCleavageGirl: well alrighty then
FriendsterCleavageGirl: Off to bed I go!
Bad Man: all three of you have a restful night.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: we will
Bad Man:
Bad Man: talk to you tomorrow.
FriendsterCleavageGirl: au revoir
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Email from Bad Man to FriendsterRandomGirlInSexyOutfit:
"Nice picture.
:0
Scandalous. Such a flirting look in your eyes.
--Bad Man"
Emai