Ms. Slav story

A very hot girl jumps into bed

I met this girl in a semi-warm atmosphere, and I met her because she was reading a book that I recognized: I asked her about the book, then showed her what I was reading, and when she seemed genuinely interested I asked if she wanted company for a minute (I had an errand elsewhere—a handy time constraint). In the land of Internet seduction everything is about "assuming the sale" and "asking forgiveness, not permission," but in real life I don't think it's a good idea to be menacingly close to a sitting chick one has just met. Better to check with a simple, "I've got two minutes, mind if I sit down?" She was down and we chatted for a bit and I got her number. She's got an accent and is from Central Europe, which is unusual, though her English is near flawless. She said no to a drink over text but did get a coffee, and at the coffee she admitted that she "kind of" had a boyfriend. She is also 18 (!), though I figured her for early 20s. We have some people in common, and that helped.

(If you're a novice guy and want more detail on approach, see this.)

She drifted off at the time but did show up to a couple of events I was putting on. Then she went home in late May but said she'd text me when she got back. Around that time I was wrapped up in other matters and chicks, so I didn't think much of her, as she seemed improbable. I was probably too intellectual with her, though she seemed to respond to that side of me.

On Tuesday Ms. Slav texted me to say that she's back in town. Wednesday morning I proposed an adventure on Thursday. She said yes, and we met near a bar I chose. She was completely cool with it and maybe not surprised by the destination. I ordered us drinks at the bar and we talked books. One is about psychedelics, a topic that should interest many of you. I know people who've dropped acid and taken mushrooms, but this book felt like it scrambled my brain, because I didn't know how amazing psychedelics can be.

I do know, however, that it's not a bad idea to indirectly bring up drugs and sex, just to see what kind of girl one is dealing with. This one, it turns out, was lightly involved in some aspect of psychedelic facilitation in the city where she went to boarding school. F**k: that means she's sex-positive and likely wants to get to it. We had lots of talk about psychedelics’ ability to help a person achieve their best self. The talk had a hippie-ish tinge, which is fine by me.

She also says, later, she lost her virginity at 13 to a guy who was 18. If her stories are remotely true, she's had more experience at age 18 than most people have had by age 25. I can see that most guys her age would be unable to handle her. She's too mature-seeming and experienced. Ms. Slav said she has a fake ID.

Needless to say, she checks all the "yes" boxes. We make out a little in the bar and I take her back. I slip a performance-enhancing drug, because I'm not sure how I feel after the Wednesday adventure. She's wearing nice underwear, so she's been thinking about what would happen. With Ms. Slav it's good, but somehow I'm not 100% in the game. Maybe the desire was not hot enough in me: On Wednesday night I had a long, intense session with an occasional partner, so I was not at my physical peak.

She stayed over, and the next round in the morning was also good, but Ms. Slav says she's not on birth control and doesn't have an IUD, so finishing through the condom was tough. Maybe tough psychologically as well as physically. Good news is that the session lasted a long time, and Ms. Slav seemed to like the way I (man)handled her. She left, and then left town for the weekend and is supposed to come home pretty late tonight. I'm suposed to see her tonight or tomorrow night. I'd gauge 50-50 odds for it happening.

Friday I was worthless at work, and when I got home I took a very late nap, then went to the gym. Saturday I did some of the work I should have done Friday. Today I have a few free minutes.

Oddly, though she's probably more attractive, Ms. Slav didn't generate the huge, ridiculous boost and intense obsession that the 20-year-old did. Maybe because I'd been totally drained by the bedroom adventures of Wednesday night? Or maybe because I couldn't totally hit it raw? Whatever the reason I am NOT complaining (if a guy complains about getting with a young hot girl half his age... just hit him in the face, like he deserves). I am *noting* it, however. The chemistry that makes one girl pop like a hit of MDMA while another is merely very good is mysterious. With this girl, texting discipline is easy, while with the 20-year-old I was besotted.

It's an amazing world when like a week separates a single mom hitting on me and tagging a young lithe firm-breasted chick. Apart from the initial open, I think she picked me more than I picked her. I'm guessing too that she needed to see some social superiority/skills and some intellectual acuity. I never met the "boyfriend" but did see a few pics on her Facebook, so I'm guessing he was real, but with chicks... you never really know. No mention of him at drinks on Thursday. I didn't ask and she didn't tell.

If it weren't for reading the stories of other players on the Internet, I think I'd still be under some serious misapprehensions about chicks. But when I see that other guys are experiencing some of the same things I am, it strengthens some of my hunches and lets me put together the strange pieces of the female psyche. Other guys's stories also tell me that if they can tag young chicks, I can sometimes do it too. Which means you, the guy reading this, might also be able to do it.

Ms. Slav also let me make an AMAZING sex tape. I just looked at it for the first time. Holy hell, that girl is tiny and hot. Great at sex, great sounds, great body. I wonder if I'll see her tonight or tomorrow, when I'm properly rested. Until today, I feel like I've barely had a spare moment to savor the experience and think about her. Contact with her over the weekend has been good, and she messages me far more than I message her. She reads as essentially less flakey the the 20-year-old. She also reads as a budding libidinous intellectual, or sex-driven intellectual. Usually the smartest girls are not sexy and the sexiest girls are not smart. This one seems to combine both.

It was nice to get her out... I've probably had 25 - 30 rejections / blowouts from randoms in recent months (correction: maybe longer than that, as I don't keep careful track, so they've been spread over a pretty long time). I've not written about most rejections because they're not interesting and there's nothing to say about them: I don't write about everything that happens to me regarding game or women... I choose the things that might be of more general interest. "Curate," to use the annoying, contemporary word. Suddenly running into this yes-girl, or girl whose unusual boxes I happen to check, is very nice. Like her p***y.

I think I'm picking up sexually open chicks who really like older dudes. That, or I just spin the wheel enough to get the occasional hit. Not complaining, merely observing.