Leave the cage door open, in case the bird returns.

I have a naked girl in my bed.

Ok, it was Sunday morning, not right now, but same diff. I bumped into her the other night – she’s in town visiting her mom, and we reminisced. She changed her phone and lost her Viber account, but I still have her in mine, because I never delete anything, and she went through it was all happy that I still had her nudes. That led to some teasing about making new ones and pretty soon we were driving back to my place and she was texting her mom, “Don’t worry – I’m with Vaz. See you tomorrow.” She wound up chilling at my place on Sunday also, which I was fine with.

Ironically this is the other girl from my previous post of a similar name. Just her, the other girl has a bf now. She reached out to me recently also, but we didn’t meet up, bc she figure out if she did, she was getting railed by me – I have had women say to me from college through my 50s, “I come over to see you and suddenly I’m naked!” - and she didn’t want to betray her bf, which I respect, bc that's exactly what would have happened.

Anyway, I will pick up the option on this girl for the rest of the summer until she goes back to grad school or whatever the fuck she’s doing now. She’s cooperative and fun and still looks great – she understands the WallSPLAT! exists and takes active steps to stay very fit.

They (Nearly) Always Come Back.

This is why you kill your ego and handle business like a man. All human relationships have a beginning, a middle and an end. If a girl ends things, wish her well and move on. Being butthurt isn’t going to help you. Trying to scold her isn’t going to help you – at best you are training her up for the next guy. So just be chill and when she comes around again – and this happens a lot – reap the benefits of her remembering you fondly and being perfectly willing…to be willing. Simples.

This happens a lot, btw. I also wrote about it in “Notes from the Matrix”, Boomerang Babes” and Episode 1 of “Leave the Cage Door Open.” A different girl reached out to me via text along the lines of “I have you in my phone but I don’t remember who you are.” Now she knew EXACTLY who the fuck I was even though she was 24 at the time and is 36 now. What she wanted was plausible deniability in case I blew my cool. Ego preservation for her. So I replied with smth funny like “You really know how to hurt a guy” and described a date we went on – which she remembered (she remembered it anyway; women don’t forget shit, ever), and soon we were chatting like old lovers. She still looks great – former model, kept her looks and her body – working in some hospital setting, probably wondering about babies and shit because she never cashed in her chips and figured that Vaz in his 50s won’t mind the odd gray hair or smth. She’s in a different city, now so when/if it’s convenient, we’ll meet up and if it isn’t we won’t.

So what have we learned? Like boomerangs, babes come back, provided you have not said/done smth stupid to disqualify yourself.

Takeaways

-Handle things like a man. -Don’t let your ego keep you from getting laid. -Never blow your cool.

-When a girl comes back around, enjoy that familiar, no-strings-attached pussy.

Further Reading

Leave the Cage Door Open -Leave the cage door open, in case the bird returns. Notes From the Matrix -Boomerang Babes and "Say you'll suck my dick."

Boomerang Babes (They Always Come Back), or So I Alpha Widowed a Playboy Playmate -How to hit when she can't quit you.