Field Report Monday

Demonspawn · 2013-12-31T06:42:29+00:00

Not the usual field report: rewarding good behavior turns into something I didn't expect to have happen yet.

Went over to my girls place Friday night. Not long after I got there, I felt massively drunk. Something was wrong, because there's no way I got drunk with the amount I drank. I ended up passing out on her bed while talking to her. She tucked me in and slept next to me.

Woke up Saturday feeling strange. Just something felt off. She made breakfast (it was good) but I didn't have much of an appetite. Hung out with her for a half hour or so before we started a makeout session and then the clothes come off and then it hits me not long after we start having sex... I bolt to the bathroom to throw up. I'm sick. Fever hits me right about then as well. After I'm done spewing she guides me to the bed. Around then the congestion kicks in. I ask if she has any Vicks. She doesn't. I know I have some at my place and tell her that I can be sick at home, I don't have to spend her day. She looks me in the eye as she's feeling my forehead (I'm burning up) and asks me if I can even drive. I can't. She runs for Vicks.

When she got back, I was out. I woke up to her rubbing Vicks on my chest. Being able to breathe again was awesome (seriously protip guys: if you are sick Vicks is the shit. Simply being able to breathe clean makes being sick a quarter of what it is otherwise). She picks on me a bit for being a "sick guy" and I retort something along the lines of "talk to me the next time yer complaining about PMS." But she spends the next few hours taking care of me while playing video games, pausing it whenever I have a request (more blankets, less blankets, water, cold washcloth... you get the idea). I'm mostly out during that time. After a while my fever breaks and I sweat like a mofo but I'm finally starting to feel better. I'm well enough to drive and I know she's late for her plans, so I get ready to head out. She asks me if she can come over to my place after her plans. I say sure.

I make it home. I was barely good enough to drive, honestly. After I got home I start laundry and veg for a bit. 3-4 hours and I'm hitting nappy time, send her a text to ensure she's coming over after her plans. She sez she'll be later than she thought, I tell her I'll leave the door unlocked. I'm asleep when she slips into my bed to curl up with me.

Sunday morning we make up for not having sex on Saturday in spades. We doze off for a bit till she gets a phonecall. It's a friend of hers reminding her of their plans to go see a movie. A movie I want to see even. I almost ponder inviting myself but I realize how bad of a move that would be. Instead, I pick her up, throw her over my shoulder, and say something along the lines of "let's get you presentable" as I carry her to the bathroom.

Set her down, start the shower, get both of us inside. I wash my hair quickly then look at her and ask if she wants to wash hers. She laughs that she's got Vicks all thru her hair, so of course. I decide to be nice and take care of her for taking care of me so I squeeze some shampoo into my hands and then pull her head to my chest as I'm washing her hair/massaging her scalp. About 30-45 seconds in I realize I didn't get enough shampoo so I squeeze some more out into my hand, I look back at her and she's looking up at me with doe eyes and trembling lips... she's falling for me at a million miles an hour at that moment. I smile softly at her, guide her head back in, and continue washing/massaging her hair.

"How can you be so tender?" Even her voice is trembling.

I think about my reply for like ten seconds. Had to decide push or pull at that moment. I went with push: "I spent years of my life killing people for a living. Gotta make up for it somehow."

Her hands on my back go from touch to clench. "Is that really why?" The only way she could make it more obvious that she's begging for my validation would be with a neon sign. Nah, scratch that... if yer that bad at reading a woman even the sign wouldn't help.

"You know I like you. I like you more than I should." She starts kissing me and pulls me down ontop of her. What happens next isn't so much sex as just that she wants me inside her as she kisses the dickens out of me. We're there till the water starts to get cold. We both realize we've gotta get done getting washed and quickly get the rest done silently. After the shower I continue with the pull/rewarding by drying her off first. She's beaming a smile at me while I do so. She's getting dressed as I dry off and out loud remembering every thoughtful thing I've done for her (e.g. left the light on for her the night before, gave her a shoulder rub one time when she was having pain... stuff like that).

I walk her to my door, we're kissing pretty much the entire way. A the door she confirms our logistics for new years eve. I tell her to enjoy the movie. Her reply is golden: "You enjoy.... whatever it is you do. Unless it's other women. Well, you can enjoy them, but focus on their flaws!" I laugh, grab her, kiss her. "Ok hun. Now don't be late." I send her off with a light smack on her ass. She has the right mix of confidence and insecurity over the fact that I won't give her commitment yet. Her saying something about my other women is common when we're about to part for a few days.

TL;DR: I repay her kindness (taking care of me while sick) with my kindness (the dominant/player guy shows tenderness). She's fallen for me. I've got her. She's mine. Now I've just gotta not screw it up.

Zackwell · 2013-12-31T05:33:21+00:00

Quick one from me.

I commented in a thread last week about how I had started spinning this so-so plate from work. Still have that one going for the time being (going to next her in a few days since she's getting clingy; and I'm talking comparing-me-to-Edward-from-Twilight clingy). She has a boyfriend, but that didn't stop her from coming up to my hotel room the other night and fucking like rabbits. I had worn a full suit and tie to work that day just to get her dripping in anticipation and even sent her a teasing text "How's it feel knowing you're going to be a Bond girl for a night?"

Anyway, she's been trying and trying to enter into girlfriend territory for the last couple of weeks, which I swiftly put an end to each time. Tonight came another one of her not-so-subtle shit tests. I believe I not only passed it with flying colors, but employed dread game in the process. Text screens here, here and here.

Cute ABAY (supported hands-on training before the training wheels come off) girl and I won't be working at the same time again until this Saturday, so I'll get her number then. I was around helping her class get their bearings today, so I found time to chat with her once or twice. She seems cool and was receptive to my smirk and wink when she left, so we'll see how that goes.

Edit: And yes, I know those are wordier than they probably should be. I know the two-thirds rule. I go most of the day almost every day giving one-word responses, so I decided to be a bit wordier in shooting down her test.

[deleted] · 2013-12-31T09:45:48+00:00

Since i didnt post a field report last weekend i shall do an extended one fpr the festive period, sadly there isnt as much to report as i'd like.

Xmas Eve -

Got a lot of IOI from a somewhat post-wall girl of around 5'11, probably a 7 at this stage but relatively tidy for a woman of 32. Invited her into my booth where we had a bit of a chat, she complimented me on my look, i brushed it off, eventually i number close her and tell her to come see me at the end where i planned to attempt to get her back to her place. In the meantime a seriously high end piece of ass had come in, but looked miserable as fuck. I call her over, ask what her boggle is. She's been dumped by her boyfriend for another woman, that afternoon. This girl is an easy 9, flawless body, cute face, looked about 19-20. She claims that the girl she's lost her boyfriend to is a minger, which compared to her i guess she might have been but that "He'll be back" and that she plans to take him back as she has done many times before. I decide to run some asshole game, start complimenting the boyfriend on his game, saying he puts even me to shame. We start chatting but its pretty clear this girl is a miserable fuck in general, into my booth she comes and she wants a really shit song requesting. I'm reluctant, say "Yeah thats not going to happen" "Why not?" "Because its shit" "Its not", so i basically think fuck it its a bit of a beta move but i'm gonna throw it out there "Alright you can have it, but you're not getting it for free" "What do you want" "I want a kiss, a proper one, not a gay little peck"

Next thing i know she's eating my face, and so it continues for the next half an hour i miss my transitions several times because i cant get her to let go of me, she's going kinky, biting lips, pulling hair so i pin her arms to the wall. Yeah she likes that. Anyway unfortunately as fun as it was to have my hands up the skirt of a girl who could easily model, it was all for naught. 2 minutes from the end (Having not played her song haha) i tell her to give me 5 minutes while i pack my shit and i'll take her home, she agrees. As it turns out 5 minutes is just long enough for the ASD to convince her that taking home a DJ isnt a good idea. Denied. Furthermore i didnt see the 7 for the rest of the night as soon as the 9 came around. The bouncers would later inform me that she saw what was happening and stormed out. But she never mentioned it later in our text conversations. Eventually the 7 denied me also, claiming that she already has a FWB and doesnt seen another.

Friday: Zoe (the 9 i've been getting push-pull from for weeks) returns to my bar, wearing literally a piece of lingerie. She confirms readily that she is wearing nothing underneath. I figure its game on. Unfortunately once again there is no close, but i finally break the physical barrier proper and spend 10 minutes making out with her at the end of my set, get my hand up her silk shorts and confirm indeed that she isnt wearing a thing underneath. And my word is her backside pert... Problem is she claims she "Doesnt just jump into bed" wants to be wooed. I dont really have the time and generally i refuse to be deceptive in order to gain access to a womans knickers, but im thinking i may play the beta for a time to get a ride on this train, because she is something else.

Saturday:

I see the sister of one of my previous flings (Who ive always presumed hated me, gave me daggers most of the time when me and her sister were together) walking like 10 men to my booth.

"Why is my sister avoiding this place, is she barred?" "If she's barred its nowt to do with me, she can come in all she wants for all i care" "She says she got chucked out the other week" "Yeah i heard, again, nothing to do with me, i dont have people thrown out unless they're really causing trouble"

I expect a tirade of verbal abuse, instead what i get is her spending the next hour telling me how great i am, how she cant believe that i'm so calm about what happened with her sister (She did kind of treat me like crap, so i nexted her). Presumably she has been told everything, and the ex, as i would have done, expected the sister to take her side. Quite the contrary, she detailed how the sister is a world class cunt to men, her words, and how she deserves to die alone because she constantly throws away opportunities with "Great guys" because she's a "Moron". The sister was at best a 4, so have no fear readers, i did not dabble. Her friend who chimed in with agreement and flirted mercilessly with me was probably a 6 and worth a squeeze but i decided not to. Since clearly all 3 are in touch, and i told the ex that i was seeing someone to rub it in her face that she couldnt have me (by this stage she was begging for me back) it served my purposes far better for her to think that i turned down the opportunity.

anarchopianist · 2013-12-31T16:15:27+00:00

Went out with a girl for coffee I thought was too hot for me, didn't get psyched out or put her on the pedastal. She didn't want anything (remember this for later) to eat so I bought an iced coffee for myself, we're artist types so we drew eachother, no sexual vibes, sitting across from eachother, no psychical. Started saying "she's too hot for me fuck I'm failing" in my head.. there she goes up on the pedastal.

I thought it would be interesting to try out bringing checkers, great success, games create tension, game on top of game creates sexual tension. Lots of stuff you can do with this. I moved next to her and started physically escalating, destroyed my negative judgements, took her back off the pedestal, was in a very stoic mood, shit was dope, I was in the mode. We walked to get a shake, still very physical. Alas, nothing goes perfect, this is where I fucked up and committed the biggest socially retarted move hopefully of my career, she started to pay for the shake and I let her because in forgot I didn't order her anything at the coffee shop. Thought I had bought her something, why? No clue..

My mind blanks out sometimes and I do shit like this, source of so much self hatred. Tried kissing her later and got rejected, then again. Didn't really phase me. Maybe I'll see her again maybe I wont, oh well, I think I'm less socially retarted than with the last girl I dated where I was not physical and shelled out about 40$ throughout the course of the time we dated, this date was the opposite. I'm moving on, learning experience. Staying positive, I escalated on an extremely hot girl, fuck ya. Time for my morning tea/meditation to clear my mind so I can enjoy new years without worrying over a girl. Happy New years boys. New year's reso; stop being tarted. Peace

PFN_LIST_FUCKED · 2013-12-31T16:37:53+00:00

A friend had a bunch of people over on Friday night, and it was almost entirely guys. I just wanted to hang out and have a few beers. We played a game of cards, and three more people came to join us. One of which was a girl I tried to hook up with years ago, but I was turned away by her shy awkwardness. Her friend was much more interested in me, but I didn't notice at the time.

I turned to my buddy, "Is that really her? Because she got huge." He didn't notice a difference. I've lost weight since then, and she would have been stunning with a bit less, and grotesque with a bit more. My friend went on to soliloquy, "She's so hot. She's like Ramona Flowers," etc.

She went inside after the card game and I sat by her. She introduced herself, and had no recollection of me at all. I got to start over and do it right this time. Our conversation was light and fun. My friend sat on the other side of her, leaned in and whispered, "I think you're really special," and I wish I could remember all of his speech, but it went on for a few more cringe inducing sentences. Her response was a long, drawn out okay. And then she decided to leave. I didn't particularly care to get her number or go any further, and I'll probably run into her again sometime soon.

Title	Field Report Monday
Author	[deleted]
Upvotes	15
Comments	12
Date	December 31, 2013 3:42 AM UTC (12 years ago)
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