DAY ONE

I smiled to myself as I watched the buildings fly by my train window. I had been invited to go to a pink party in a pink room with a few girls, and Steve’s classic quote about “pink and squishy things” had me chuckling to myself. I was going to be meeting up with a woman I had met on NYE, we had shared a brief passionate couple days and then I had moved. She contacted me when she was coming to Florida to meet her friends. I reflected on that event, and also prepared for the evening. I knew she had practically jumped me after NYE, so I wasn't worried about my game. Then I thought about my mindset. I had not been around women or out in the last few months. Far too busy working. The last mindset I had was “Don’t give a fuck” which has served me well in it’s ability to provide freedom and choice. However, it has a negative side to it and I wondered about not caring. After, don’t I want to fuck? I paused to wonder what other guiding thought I could use when I saw it outside my window. Graffiti written on the wall: “Why not?” This would be my new guiding thought. Why not is the freedom to act without a negative sentiment, once you breeze past your minds reasoning. Know why not, and do it anyways. I settled back into my chair as we approached Miami.

I arrived and met her at the hotel restaurant. She gave me a wonderful deep hug and smile, I held off from kissing her, saving it for later and I went to meet her friends. 6 beautiful women sat at the table with me including my friend. I was introduced and started asking how they knew each other. This was my first clue that I was in for an interesting weekend. They said they all went to school together, at the “School for Womanly Arts”. I asked what they learned there, and my friend said they were... Pussy Revolutionaries. They had devoted themselves to researching pleasure. I counted my stars, praised all things pink and squishy and said that was wonderful and the world needs more of that type of education. They laughed and agreed. Soon we headed off to the party.

We took a cab and stepped into the pink party. There were about 150 dancing, smiling women and as many men as I could count on my hands. A burlesque dancer stripped on stage. Women danced on the speakers and all of them smiled at me as I passed. It was a very surreal experience. Time passed quickly and I was pulled aside several times, my friend was showing me off and I got many compliments. One woman pulled my friend aside. She pointed at me in the crowd and I walked up to them.

“I NEED HIM. Tomorrow, at 10:15, we need him for the conference. Can he be there?”

“Yes, I will be there. It would be an honour.”

“You are marvelous.” She grabbed my bicep.

I wasn’t sure what I had signed up for, but I was sure it would be wonderful. The women here were respectful of men, open minded and a lot of fun. I did not feel any judgement like with feminism, this was a different kind of empowerment. A few other guys had met these women during the day, and got invited to the club. They were there doing traditional douchebag club stuff and pua "kino" techniques. The women smiled and listened, even danced with them but the men got nowhere. One guy walked up to my friend, grabbed his junk and started whispering in her ear. I called my friend over to me and gave her a kiss. This is a simple way to end an AMOG, and shows dominance to the women. We had a laugh about that guy later. Some guys really have no technique beyond “I HAVE A PENIS”. Some men did get success but only when women chose them for their pleasure experiments. A woman approached a guy in a cowboy hat, and told him she desired to kiss him. These women were liberated.

We left the club early, and in the cab we were planning on going skinny dipping. We got back to the hotel room, she was staying with three other girls but none of them were home yet. I got a bit of LMR , partially because I had not been kissing her much at the club, and partially because I had been going with the flow and not pushing too much. This did not bother me. I smiled and said we would do whatever she wanted, as this trip was about her desires. Everything went better than expected, once she knew what she wanted. I wanted to respect her, show her I understood her needs and make her feel comfortable. Once I had done all that, she was ready to proceed. I knew I could of "gamed her" and got her into bed faster, but I was being patient and methodical for a reason. I addressed all of her emotional needs. This way I created intimacy, and the process was erotic. We then had amazing sex. I had put on a lot of muscle (thanks r/fitness!!!) since I moved and it really made a difference in the bedroom. We snuck out when the girls got back and went skinny dipping.

I fell asleep with a smile on my face. Little did I know what was in store for me the next day... TO BE CONTINUED...

TL;DR: I spent the day with pussy revolutionaries and dropped my game for authenticity.