ALWAYS DO ONE MORE

Lay Report, November 2015

Sofia Inner Circle Facebook Group

So it’s a Tuesday, which is in most cities a pretty shit night to go out. I’m not feeling super good, because I had a few dates that led nowhere in the days before. Shitloads of contacts, but zero sex and not a lot of affection, etc. It’s also been about a week since I saw my Alex in London, so I have started to get a little needy and very horny. Anyway, some video editing work actually helped me to get into a better mood and then when my mind went retarded from staring at the screen at around 1am, I decided to go out with my host and his flatmate. Lately my self-amusement in game is skyrocketing, like NOTHING can bring my mood down, it’s crazy.

So we shoot the shit in the car with my hosts, arrive at the first club, which was supposedly “The place to be on a Tuesday.” We enter just after some pimp-ass Ferrari dudes. So funny, such a large gap between the rich and the poor here in Bulgaria. Anyway, no entrance fee, sweet. We get inside. Again, just fucking tables in the club. I had gamed Thursday through Saturday last weekend, I had some off time, and most clubs in Sofia were like this. Big, very very loud, and a shitload of tables. People mostly just sit at their little table and hang out with friends, rarely do they talk to other people, or go dance and mingle. Maybe they will start moving and socializing at around 5am, just before closing, when they are shitfaced drunk. It was so unlike most places I've ever seen, and I've seen quite a lot.

So when you open the girls, there’s a lot of social pressure. Even if they like you they are obliged to more or less politely tell you to fuck off, otherwise all their friends would judge them and think they’re easy. Anyway, no problem, I’m used to it now. First three sets I open are all classic hot “blasé” girl blowouts. “Hi.” She turns her head slowly, looks at me, and then looks away. As if I’m not there. “Is it because I’m from Slovenia?” Big grin on my face. It does hurt a little, but mostly zero fucks given. I've learned how to handle this most of the time. This is the thing nobody talks about when talking about game, especially people who have never done it themselves.

It hurts like hell when you put yourself on the line, try to start a conversation with a girl you like, and she rejects you. When you start, it might happen 50 times in a night. It fucking sucks, I get it why some guys quit. But you grow immune to it sooner or later, you develop a thick skin. Anyway, that’s how the night goes. We hop to a few other clubs after that, and nothing really crazy happens. I get a few more contact details, we almost end up singing karaoke, and I help a buddy of mine number close a hot waitress. Fun times, but I’m getting tired, it’s about 4.30am. The guys want to check out one last club.

“Come on Bostjan, like Max said in his latest motivational speech, always do one more. ONE MORE!” “Ahhh, fuck it, okay bro. One more.” We roll in at 4.30 and it’s fucking chaos everywhere. A million paper napkins on the floor (the Bulgarian people throw paper napkins in the air at some point in the night, not sure why, but it’s amusing), lots of drunk people, some girls still dancing. Thank god the girls at the tables are a bit more relaxed and drunk here, hell, they’re even moving and talking a little bit, haha.

I open a few sets here and there, and then I see a group. I’m bored because my buddies are in sets, and so I tap one of the girls on her shoulder. “Hey!” She turns around and I can tell she likes me right off the bat. Deep Bambi eyes. I hug her and she’s super responsive, stays in the hug and even comes closer, like a little kitten. We don't talk much; in fact, my opener after tap-tap was: “I’m from Slovenia.” A few sentences up and down, she still stays in my hug, I’m thinking about making out. She’s ready, I can see and feel that, but her friends are near. “Do you know where the coat room is?” She doesn't. “Ok, I will show you.” Take her to the lobby, sit her down. We exchange a few sentences, the basics. There’s passion in the air, I can feel it, and so can she, based on her eyes. I smell her neck and tell her she smells good. She surprises me a little bit and says: “I want you to kiss me now.” Gotta love girls in Sofia.

I shut the fuck up and kiss her, then pull back away while she wants more. I always try to do this, because if you kiss for too long, the energy just evaporates. It was a pretty good kiss, it only bothered me because I could taste the wine on her lips. But hey, nobody’s perfect. Then we make out more, I touch her face gently, upper breast, shoulders, then again pull away when she wants more. She forgets my name, so I teasingly make her say “I’m sorry, please tell me your name again,“ in a sexy voice, and then kiss my neck straight after. She plays along and I think it’s awesome, plus I just melt when my neck is being kissed.

Oh btw, she’s a bit older, around 27, and a bit shorter than me, but very hot. Damn, almost all Eastern European girls are just incredibly sexy. She has a petite body, light brown hair, curls (jackpot) and had what looked like small boobs, which later on turned out to be bigger. Another bonus of Eastern European girls right there, haha. Well, I screen for logistics then, turns out she lives with her mom.

Then I ask if she can make me pancakes. “You really want to have sex tonight, huh?” We make out again. By the way, it’s getting really hot by now. She tells me she likes me, I tell her I like her too, plus that her neck smells really good. She suggests a hotel, I say that’s cool, we can split cost. Then she asks where my friends are, I say they’re just leaving. Money-saving on my mind, I mention I have a place where we could go instead of paying for the hotel. I explain that there’s only the living room with a sofa, but that the flatmates will be asleep. She’s down for that.

So far so good, we cab it home, but then my host just arrived home at the same time, so he opens the door and introduces himself. Oops, a bit awkward. Then we come up and the second flatmate comes to the kitchen too, it’s 5.30am by now. They open a bottle of wine (omg, why!?), pour some for her and themselves (I take water myself, I’m such a pussy, haha) and start chatting. I chill a bit away from them with my computer and think to myself: “What the fuck, what the fuck, just go to sleep guys. What the fuck, how can we have sex if you guys are starting the after- party? What the fuck?” Then one flatmate starts to do the laundry - putting clothes on the drying rack. I go crazy in my mind. “Seriously bro, you’re gonna do laundry at fucking 5am? What the fuck. Ok, be cool man, you've been through worse than that.”

I relax a little and then talk to the second flatmate who is smoking, I quietly explain the deal with the girl to him, as if it was not super obvious. He’s super cool about it, he understands, says good night after a few minutes, and leaves. My girl is now helping to do the laundry with the first guy, which is pretty cool actually, I like a girl who doesn't mind helping out. So I just pretend to be on Facebook and chill. To be honest, I can't actually do any work, I’m so horny it’s killing me. They’re done with the laundry, she goes to the toilet, the 2nd flatmate goes to his room too. She finally returns and then comes to me, I guess she felt the withdrawal of my attention. She sits close to me, and kisses me gently. I kiss her back, and then our passion starts to burn hot. We kiss each other, and then start to take each other's clothes off.

She has a really nice body, she's probably an athlete with how fit she is. I couldn't notice that so much before. Nice, slender muscles, tight ass, beautiful breasts. There’s also a very sexy tattoo stretching down one of her arms. I kiss the tattoo, she’s pulling my hair and massaging my dick. I move away the panties and finger her, god, she was so wet. It always turns me on when a girl is wet for me.

There was no need in taking it slow with her. She was as horny as I was, and she knew what she wanted, and I respect that. That’s why I sometimes like older girls more, there’s less drama, they know what they want, and don't care as much about the society and whether somebody will judge them or not. Life is short after all. She feels really good when I penetrate her, she moans softly, and I can still remember a shadowy image of her face covered in curls on that sofa, breathing heavy as I am inside her. She bites my neck and scratches my back pretty hard, it fuels me and I go very deep and very hard. Soon I come on her tits, that was so hot! She didn't come yet, so I help her out with my hands. It doesn't take too long and then we both collapse on the sofa. I kiss her a bit more, I don't remember if we cuddled or not, but that’s probably because we fell asleep in a few mins, we were exhausted and it was probably around 6 or 7am at this point.

One thing I noticed before drifting to sleep, sounds corny but what the hell, is how beautiful she looked when she was asleep. Relaxed expression on her face, calmly breathing, I could see the sides of her hips and a part of her breast, and the rest of her slender figure under the blanket. If I could take a photograph of that, it would be an awesome one. Beautifully erotic. I fall asleep remembering Max’s words from that motivational video: “Sometimes, it’s the last set that you end up pulling. Always do one more.”

The above text is a chapter from the book: The Player: How I Traveled the World With an Elite Dating Coach, Part 1.

Comment: This chapter is a good example of how going out regularly will reward you. This was not some super sick game here. But if you show up, if you go out weekend after weekend after weekends, you WILL find girls like this. They are as horny as we are, and sometimes they just want to fuck. So by you going out more often, you maximize your chances of meeting those girls. Have you ever met a girl like that? Did you feel dirty after? A lot of people including myself feel a little bad if the girl is “too easy”. It’s like we couldn’t use our amazing “game” on her. But tbh, I don’t care that much.