So I’m a freelancer, which means I meet and collaborate with clients of various ages, genders and demographics. I had an appointment with a female client last month ending, who wanted to rebrand. As soon I got into the office, my jaw dropped. It was bigass beauty salon that did a lotta lady shit so 90% of the employees were ladies (mostly HB6s and above) and I instinctively began to be aware of my frame. The only guys I saw at the premises were the security guards, a feminized dude doing someone’s pedicure, and some seated men who were random visitors I suppose.

I’m led by some chick to the boss’s office and the boss is a smooth 10. For some reason I found the whole situation hilarious. We talked business for some minutes; I try to flirt subtly but she always gave this resting bitch face so I stopped attempting. I suppose it’s cause she is obviously way older than I am (like near her wall old), but hey don’t blame a homey for being ambitious. She directs me to another lady who I was apparently going to be communicating with for the remainder of the project. Thankfully, this one is way closer to my age; I suspect she’s older, but I’m physically bigger than her so no qualms.

Now to cut the long story short, she’s a hb8. We emailed exclusively but texted occasionally until the project was over, but I made sure to create a little bit of sexual innuendo throughout. Now I concluded the project earlier May, and yeah, I know we’re not suppose to ‘shit where we eat,’ but it was a contractual thing, and the project is over (yes I know bitch, I’m hamstering). She gave me enough IOIs to proceed.

We’ve gone for two dates. After the first date, I try to kiss her but she gives me the cheek and chuckles. I act chill and tease her a bit; we hug and depart. Now on the second date, I really wasn’t in the mood cause my hard drive crashed earlier on and it honestly ruined my day. I hoped smashing her would salvage the day but I was really without patient going into the date. We had a light dinner, saw a movie (Infinity Wars), and I drive to drop her off at hers. As I pull up to her crib (a fancy ass apartment), there’s this awkward silence and I turn to look at her, and immediately sexual tension erupts through the roof. She invites me inside and once we’re inside, as she closes the door, I start making out. She kisses me passionately and rubs my body, and as I try to escalate unzipping her skirt, she stops and looks me in my eyes. With a slight confident smile she says:

Are you a pickup artist?

My heart freezes for about five seconds. Now I’ve been consciously gaming her using RP principles so for a second I think she’s got me, but I relax and answer: “yeah, shit I’ve been made. The stuff really works. Damn don’t tell me you’ve fallen so deeply in love for me after two dates,” with the smirkest face I could muster. She laughs, shakes her head and attacks me. I lift her and we go to her room. The rest they say, is history.

  • Always hold frame
  • Shit tests are the pathways to her pants. Pass them at every stage and you get closer.

Gracias gentleman.