I hit the gym after tying a chick up in the morning. I swing by Target to pick up some drinks. See a gorgeous chick in the line next to me – my type exactly. Short, skinny, Asian, big eyes, long hair. Fuck.

She gets out a minute before me so I hustle out of the store and try to catch up. Spot her. So many things went through my head between the time I saw her and caught up to her – She’s walking too fast. People are around. She has headphones in. I have shit to do. I already had sex today. I almost didn’t talk to her but finally mustered the drive.

“Excuse me, can I ask you something”? Bubbly. Hello, yes-girl. “Yes, what’s up?” “You’re super cute. May I introduce myself?”

She laughs and says yes. We sit and chat for a couple minutes, exchange info, and then part ways. She’s leaving for Vietnam in a couple days to go see her parents for a month – just graduated from college and wants to spend some time with them before jumping into a job.

I could have sworn she said she had a party to go to that night but it turns out I misheard her.

“Let me know if you have time to meet after your party, I’ll be downtown” “What are you doing tonight? The party is tomorrow. Is that too forward to ask to see you tonight?”

So. Fucking. Cute. I invite her over. She’s down.

We make drinks and I turn the flirting up hardcore. Go from talking about dating to relationships to sex. Talk about “her type” and what do you know, it’s fit white dudes. She just moved here and is on a “break” from her boyfriend in Minnesota. She kept checking her phone though. I wonder when that break started.

I’m being a little touchy but she’s not reciprocating which confuses the shit out of me.

At one point she gets up to look at picture and I follow. Place my hands on her hips and pull myself against her. Move her hair to one side and whisper “hey” as I kiss her ear. She breathes heavy immediately.

“I’m not planning on having sex with you tonight” “I don’t want to have sex with you”

Every time. Some kind of fucked up due diligence. Vocalizing her purity to make it OK. As if Buddha was blind.

I put her hand on my cock. Then I rub her pussy through her pants. Quid pro quo.

Then I try going under her pants through the front. She grabs my wrist. I grab her ass. Reach under her pants to squeeze it. Extend my reach to rub her pussy from behind. Dripping. She practically collapses into me.

I throw her on the bed. Clothes off. As I take my jeans off she just slides over and starts blowing me. A total giver.

She’s dragging her fingers around my skin as she takes me fully. She’s sitting at the edge of the bed as I’m standing with my pants around my knees, her head going up and down. I have a mirror in front of my bed that just amplified the visuals oh-so-nicely. Purple light from my accents perfectly decorating the ecstasy. Music to match.

It’s like she had already decided to fuck me after a minute of talking on the street. She was so into it.

We fuck a couple times. I’m getting more aggressive. I take my cock out mid-fuck and shove it down her throat, fuck her face and then resume. Tiny little thing.

After the second time I’m wiped out – my core is toast and my cock is chafed. Breathing heavy and sweating buckets. She’s sitting there with her spanked-red asscheeks pointing up in the air looking at the lubes on my nightstand and then asks what the necktie next to my bed is for. I tell her “exactly what you think it’s for”. Then I tell her to open the drawer of my nightstand – buttplugs, condoms, and strips of torn towel pique her curiosity. Her eyes light up as she takes out cuffs – in the cutest, most endearing manner possible, says “I want”. The purest, most adorable puppy-eyes I’ve ever seen in my whole life.

“Next time.”

We stayed up until 3am talking. She told me she wants to make me feel like a king. After having tied a chick up that morning…. I didn’t feel like it was possible to feel higher. But she made it happen.

Some shit she told me –

“I almost went home because I knew that if I came over your place we’d have sex. And I don’t even know you!”

“I don’t hook up”

“I don’t have a lot of sex”

“I’m very religious, traditional”

“I’m old fashioned”

“I didn’t remember your face but I remembered your arm was bigger than my face”

Looking at the situation – it was total serendipity – chick’s about to leave for a month, has one night left in LA, staying with her very traditional parents and knew she couldn’t get laid there. Likes fit white dudes. Every once in a while the stars align in your favor – and every once in a while they line up against you. This shit didn’t work because I’m an awesome sexy person that deserves it – it worked because of all that lucky shit. And when it doesn’t work – it’s not personal.

I almost didn’t happen too. She’s the one chick I talked to that day – and the anxiety almost prevented it because it’s been a week since I had a solid street-game session.

It’s just a reminder that no matter how experienced you are, there will always be a little nervousness that surfaces. Reasons not to talk will poke up and try and trick you away – “she’s walking in the opposite direction” “people are around” “she has headphones in” “I have shit to do” “I already had sex today” – all these reasons crossed my mind when I saw this chick ….. And sometimes you succumb. But pushing past it can be so rewarding. And as soon as you push past it, you get a “runner’s high” of hunting. Hunter’s high. The next approach is just so much easier once you get over that hump.

Shitty graph to show what I mean

This applies to all levels – approach to approach, day to day, year to year. If you don’t apply yourself, you’re stuck on that flatline. But I promise – whether it’s seduction, fitness, business, career, learning the fucking ukulele – stick to it and you’ll hit the tipping point.

Blog post: https://playboyphilosophy.wordpress.com/2016/01/24/clockwork/