I think back to how in the past I’d let my pride get the best of me when it came to these girls. Where I felt slighted or played and I nexted them and moved on to the next one before geting the notch. Recently though with age and having more women in my stable than I know what to do with I realize that pride can actually cost you a notch within reach.

A few weekends ago I had this date with a Russian girl from Latvia set up for a Saturday night. That Friday we g chat for a few and she gives me her address and wants to know what time to get ready. The whole week leading up it was nothing but sexual built up flirting going back and forth. That Saturday an hour before our date she cancels with a weak excuse about an emergency that came up and asked for a rain check. I was pissed to say the least and felt very slighted cause I knew it was going to be on like Donkey Kong. I simply texted back “OK” and left it at that. The following Wednesday I hit her up with a fake, hope everything went ok with your emergency text. She apologized and we set up a date for Friday night. She showed up in a pink tight dress, I gave her sushi and some dick no problem.

The Thursday night before my date with the Latvian chick I’m at Spider Kelly’s in Arlington chilling when I spot a girl with two friends. I walk up to the table and say hi, ask about her tattoo and then her girl who looks like Velma from Scooby- Doo starts giving me shit and trying to cock block, jinkes! But instead of letting my pride get in the way I let her finish her little lines, then turn around and continue spitting to her friend. I number closed before her boyfriend showed up and set up a lunch date since she works right around the corner from me.

The point is don’t let emotions or stupid pride stop you from getting that notch. If you pimping at the highest level, let her play games because your time isn’t really fully invested in her. Do a pulse check a week or two later and see if the vibe is right. If you don’t act slighted it throws some confussion into her scheme and you can continue past her shit test.

But the drain of the life has been getting to me as of late. Saturday I’m eating ice cream with the 20 year old lifeguard from Slovakia, but I’m not really there. And even though I have this baby faced doll in front of me who’ll be making out with me later, I’m thinking about the Latvian girl from the night before who banged my brains out till six in the morning. I’m scheduling how I’m going to hangout with the H.O.W during the day Sunday and then go over to my ex Brazilian legs Sunday night for some Cheesecake and booty. I’m scheming on the 21 year old Bosnian girl from the botched threesome who’s coming from out of town this Wednesday and how I’m taking off work to show her DC then end the day back at my place for Pizza and some vodka. I have a shorty flying in from Chicago the second weekend in September for four days and that I met on the Streets of Adams Morgan two years ago, I kissed her outside of Brass Monkey’s and I’ll be finishing the job. Python game.

All of this and I’m so fucking bored. It’s like I’ve had the same conversation over and over again with most of these girls. I’m an actor driven to depression from playing the same part night in and night out for years. Brando, Street Car Named Desire shit. It’s like you could take any of these girls and interchange them for one another and I wouldn’t skip a beat. There’s no real connection here, just one vagina bleeding into the next.

And this 20 year old is talking about how most people in her homeland don’t get married in churches because then they can’t get a divorce or something like that. I keep thinking about the fact that there is one out of all these girls that makes me happy, one I’d rather be with at this moment. If only God would give a sign that I’m not going crazy and my life is kind of a repetition of meaningless fucking. Then Slovakia interrupts me with a question,

Slovakia: What did you study in University?
VK: Accounting. Your studying to be an orthodontist right?
Slovakia: No, global finance.
VK: Really? I could have sworn you said orthodontist….
Slovakia: (with some content) UM NO! Wrong Russian girl
VK: Hmmm well in any case you look very pretty.

You meet these same girls in their late 20’s early 30’s and now they have the mind set that there not going to just give it up to any random guy who has nothing to offer. They’ve trained themselves to reframe from the casual hook up or sex on the first date. (I should probably mention that she might actually be a good girl that isn’t a slut and doesn’t hook up on the first date).

But at this point you’ve become so good with your game you’re surgical with it. You take such a girl out on a first date and you’re on point, rolling with it. Sushi and atmosphere seems magical, venue changing and line hoping like you were Adrian Fenty’s little brother. The girl is swept up into your world wind of Alpha and before you know it you two are locking lips on the dance floor. Everything in that kiss screams of want, lust and uninhibited passion. She’s saying all the lines like “I usually don’t do this on a first date” and even “I hope you know I’m not going to sleep with you”. Regardless she jumps in the cab with you back to your place. You beat it up that night and twice more in the morning for good measure before you send her on her way. Within 48 hours when you send the customary had a nice night text or it was fun hanging out, you get a text along the lines of, “I had fun too, but I don’t think we are compatible or it isn’t going to work, good luck”. Congrats, you just got an SFO, sexual freak out.

This sort of situation used to trip me up a lot more back in the day. I mean the date ended in sex isnt that agood thing, a sign that we’re digging each other? Little did i undrerstand that after sex most girls dont have or hold any power over a guy and an SFO is their way of dealing. Now with age comes wisdom and I’ve put together some tips that might help up and comers in the game.

Preselect-

As with any part of game, knowing the signs of the type of girl who’s more likely to have a sexual freak out is half the battle. Have you heard through the grape that she has a particularly slutty past? Has anyone you know hooked up with her? On the first meeting did she drop hints about how she used to be “wilder” when she was younger but now she’s more mature. Some girls actually try to escape their slut past like a drug but fail and fall of the wagon…. On to your dick. It happens.

Make a choice-

Once you’ve determined if this girl is more likely to have a SFO, determine if you like her THAT much or not. If you’re already on a date with her and realize you’re really not that into her but hell she ordered the lobster so you might as well hit it, then proceed with game to the fullest. But maybe this is a cool chick who’s had a rough past and after hearing her sob story you decide you want to see her again, then take it slow. (Caution SFOs: can happen after the FIRST time you have sex so waiting till date 3 or 4 might not make a huge difference)

A back up line

Again there’s not much you can do about the SFO after sex but before you get there you can use a line that might help reduce the chance while you’re out on a date. I say something along the lines of, “you seem cool, but most girls are cool until you sleep with them, after that it’s like a crazy switch turns on in their head and they either stalk you or freak out and run away”. I sometimes forget to say this but when I do I find it’s worked great on girls that had high SFO potential.

Now those tips where for before the Sexual Freak Out. Again it can happen without warning and even with girls you never see coming. I once hooked up with a girl, then the next day we went to get brunch, then came back to my place hooked up again then that night she sent me an SFO text. What to do? Listen up and listen well….

Don’t do anything! Absolutely nothing. Getting an SFO text is like a warning from God. Fall on your knees and thank him you dodged a bullet. No matter how hot the girl is or how much you’re into her, move on. Don’t get sucked into trying to figure out what happened in her past with her and Dr. Phil that shit. Whatever you don’t try to figure out if it was something you did wrong. If an SFO has happened with you, you can bet it’s happened with other guys and will keep on happening till she get’s whatever issue or sexual hang up straightened out by a professional. Many times a SFO also comes out of the fear of being pumped and dumped as she has before in the past and just realized you ran tight game on her. If you must send a text back use the following that I have in the past. Wait a couple of days and say,

Every now and then I meet a fan or more commonly I get an e mail from a fan and it’s, “Dude, I love your blog, I’m a great looking dude, I have SOOO much game myself. I’d love to get on your team with you guys and go out and get girls. I get more ass than I can handle, I’m the coolest dude in the bar, If I got on the team it would be so on”.

Now I’ve never met these dudes before and they might actually fuck all kinds of hot chicks till they pull their lower abdominal muscles and their dicks are chafe from so much smashing. But I’ve been in the game long enough to realistically know what’s going to happen. This dude is going to come into the game and Willie Beamen. This type of guy is going to come in, call his own plays, scramble all over the field, trying to make an ESPN highlight countdown and not do what’s best for the team, . And the last part is the most important part when it comes to this Wingman game. It’s about the team.

Sure you can go out and get yourself laid whenever you want, all the time 24/7 but can you help The Rookie step his game up in the clutch? Do you know how to fall back and hand it off to Roosh to let him tell a South American story when the time is right? Can you stand not being the center of attention as I slay them with a joke or two? Can you look at a group and tell which one is any of our types? Can you step it up when someone isn’t in a good mood or has had a bad week?

It is a common misunderstanding that because a guy is good at gaming girls that he’ll make an excellent wingman. Being a wingman is really about sacrificing your pride and ego for the greater good. Most guys are too competitive to be good wingmen and if you add to that they’re rolling with a guy who’s wrote a book about picking up girls then for some reason the night turns into proving you can out game one of us. Are you the type that always has to talk or go after the hottest girl in the group? Are you willing to fall on your sword and talk with the fat friend if one of us is talking to her hot skinny friend in heals? If the girl you’re talking to isn’t feeling you can you hang in there and keep it going till the other guy number closes? Sure you have an excellent panty dropper story about saving baby orphans with cleft palate from a burning building, but if you pull that shit in the middle of my routine I will punch you in the face.

Another reason why our team works is because there’s a level of investment in the success of the team. Roosh and I have been Batman and Robining this shit for close to five years now. You guys don’t really see the work behind the scenes. At best you read about the success stories on our blog. But there’s hours and days of work and game theory that goes on on the back end. Becuase of this now there’s the genuine excitement when your boy scores a goal, the shared agony when one of us blows it or a girl who showed so much promise flakes. After two years of mentoring, The Rookie’s successes become mine his failure becomes mine. The group as a whole has put in the man hours it takes to learn the subtle intricacies of being good wingmen. Honestly let’s face it, I have enough shit and cockblocking in this city to worry about, it feels good to go out with a group of guys and know I’m not going to have to compete with them for the same girl too.

The example I gave of picking up the Russian lifeguard is the basic steps that has worked with every single Eastern European girl I’ve picked up and over three years I’m in double digits. It’s gotten to the point where if I here the accent, I know I’m golden. So did you pick up on the key points and a common thread for long time readers? Here’s the breakdown.

Be seen being alpha/ social proof

If you can, be seen talking or flirting with a girls and making sure those girls are loving you. When a Russian girl steps into the room the first thing and the only thing she does is check the room out to see who’s the top dog in the area. If you’re with your boys, make direct eye contact and don’t break it first. Don’t smile and make it look as if you are examining merchandise for a defect. She’ll look away then wait for the look back.

The approach/ pickup

B line it straight for you EE target. If you’re not tall look for a position of power, Standing up if she’s sitting down, if she’s if front of a bar, while you’re on a step or raised floor. If anything getting in her comfort zone a little closer than you would if talking to a normal American girl. From the onset you must dominate.

Second part of the pick up is be as direct as possible (don’t even smile if she doesn’t). You’ve got to question her KGB style. What is your name, where are you from. Why are you here. Don’t try to be funny because your jokes will get lost in translation, especially if she’s fresh of the boat. Don’t try to neg in the beginning it will come off as an insult. End it with What is your number or take her phone and put yours in it if you can. Tell her, I want to see you again. Name a date and time.

It takes a while for Russian girls to “flirt” with you there will be a “feel out stage” to determine if you’re worth her time or not. Don’t let this discourage you, if she’s asking questions about you KGB style too, then you’re still in the game.

The date wardrobe

First date she’ll come dressed extra sexy to her American counterpart. Don’t fuck this part up dude, play it safe, better have a grey suit on hand on just in case.

Her actions on a date

Any venue you take a Russian/ EE girl to the first few minutes she’s spend her time breaking her neck and checking out everyone in the room, openly not even trying to hide it. Do not worry about this yet. What she’s trying to do is put herself in the order of things and also check out to see if there are other guys in the room more alpha than you. Make sure your game and conversation is strong enough to hold her attention once the date starts. If she continues to rubberneck the room you might be in trouble.

THE TEST

Most EEs have that exotic energy that makes them stand out among women, they’ve mastered the art of attracting men to them. If you go to get a drink or the bathroom, don’t be surprised when you come back and there’s a guy or two trying to talk her up. In many instances she might be the one that starts the flirting with a come hither look. Now natural game would tell you to fall back play it cool, let the guys run their game and act as if nothings is wrong. Hell even flirt with another girl in front of her.

FUCK THAT NOISE. No matter what you do, DO NOT, let her flirt it up with another guy while out on a date with you. I’ve seen Russian girls actually give their numbers to another guy or take another guys number in front of their dates. I’ve been on both ends of this. Trust me on this. Step up in the mix and very aggressively suggest that the other man or men leave. Don’t tolerate any conversation or allow the other suitor to stay in the fold. I remember on one date I guy try to be smooth and introduce himself when I came back with drinks in his hands. He said, Hi my name is…. I cut him off with, “your name is just leaving”. And turned my back to him shutting him out of the set. The funny thing is my date smirked at me, “awww he was a cute little puppy”. She basically called him a bitch.

If you’re not willing to fight for the Russian you brought, you don’t deserve to fuck the Russian you brought. Real talk. If you haven’t figured this out yet, they only want the most alpha of the alpha males. If there is one thing you take away from this post, this is it.

Put in their place

You’ve established your alpha status, she’s seen social proof that you can get with more than one girl. Once an EE tries to test you and then crosses that line which she knows better to do. Put her in her place in public. All EE will do something so fucking stupid just to see what you’re going to do about it. I don’t know why this works but it’s almost like foreplay to Eastern European girls. First date, whenever, a sudden burst of rage at the right moment and these girls increase their PDA by 90%. She won’t even look around the room anymore or at another guy after that.

Bold moves

When it’s time to make a move, do not hesitate or think twice about it. Kiss her when you want to and when you’re feeling it. Grab her and pull her into you, mid conversation, in public when ever you want. It’s pointless to wait for a specific “sign” from an EE, their matter of fact way of talking never really shows an opening so it’s up to you to make a bold move when the time is right.

The Gaze

Even though I didn’t bring it up from my life guard story. But when she’s finally into you and you’ve done the following right, because of the language barrier or because of their nature, EE girls don’t verbalize want. Instead they will tilt their heads and give you this strange puppy dog look, it’s hard to describe and a little weird at first but basically it just means she wants the dick.

The resistance

Out of all the gEE I’ve hooked up with only one or two have done so with no fuss involved. There will be an excuse as to why she can’t come back to your place ignore it. Often she’ll hit with the phrase along the lines of, “what do I look like? A whore” have a line ready for this questions, I do. More than words follow her body language. I’ve kissed a girl walking backwards towards my bedroom and heard her say she can’t go back to my room. I’ve heard a girl say we cant do this while she takes off her own shirt. All of this eventually becomes some weird dominance game but once she’s naked you’re good.

There you have it gentlemen, simple keys that I notice work well in all my Russian Easter European pick ups. Above all else boldness is always rewarded so speak to her in front of her friends or group of guys she came with. Often times large Russian groups go out together and if she has a boyfriend and he’s Russian he’ll let you know, most of the times though it’s someone’s brothers or cousin or a birthday party. Another cool thing is Russian girls don’t cock block for one another, they can be bitchy enough on their own that they don’t need their friends to save them. Lastly don’t back down or be intimidated by her coldness, turn it around and question her in a way to imply she’s in your house.

We got to talking and I found out that besides University she usually spends her breaks as a ski instructor in Italy and Germany. She also speaks four different languages. Like most girls her age she had one boyfriend for three years. I naturally negged her for being so young and innocent. She asked me who all the different girls are that I keep bringing to the pool. Acting like it’s no big deal I told her about each one, not hiding the fact that I was seeing them. The first one in the purple bikini, she’s Bosnian, the tall one in the Red Nike bikini , she’s polish and does this. The other one from the other day she’s my ex, from Brazil. Oh the real tall model one, she’s this 38/ 39 year old from the gym.

H: What no Russian girls?
VK: Nah, no need, you already work there. (BAM!)

She blushed instantly. I followed up the teasing by asking if she even knew how to kiss. She playfully said no, she’s never kissed before. Then I asked if Russian girls know how to dance. She responded with her signature, Maybe baby. So I told her don’t worry tonight I’ll show her how to do both. By the time we were done with our one drink and on our way, she was at ease and relaxed. We headed to the jump off to meet my boys.

After introductions to my boys, her and I fall back to the seats in the corner and just watch them do work picking up and talking to girls. We have our own conversation and flirt. After a couple of drinks I’m standing in front of her, in between her thighs facing her. She asks why all my girls are so tall and if I like short girls, I tell her I’ve been known to make exceptions. I lean in and kiss her. She kisses pulling her head away at first then grabs the back of my head and comes back with greater force. It was as if I Inception the thought of kissing and the challenge of being a good kisser in her head and it clicked. We have a brief make out and I pull away.

VK: so what do you think about this place
H: This is not what I thought the disco would be like in America.
VK: Disco?!? In America nobody under 45 uses the term disco. We are at a “lounge”. Let me take you to a “club”. Time to see if you can dance.

We bounce to a little Euro spot where I’m in like Flint. We’re down stairs and I go to use the bathroom real quick. When I come back it’s exactly what I expect of a Russian girl. There’s some beta dude trying to kick game and she’s smiling talking back. Luckily I’ve been here before so I know just how to play it. I walk right up the guy and said, “She’s with me kid, beat it”. Just like that, ice grill mean mug. The guy looked at me, looked at her, put his head down and walked back to his friends. I wasn’t done yet. I turned to her and scolded her, “You’re fucking with me tonight, don’t pull that shit again!”. I looked away in false anger. If you’ve read my blog you know what happens next.

Her eyes get a little teary, she grabs me and turns me back to face her, “I’m sorry, it wasn’t my fault, he came up and talked to me… it won’t happen again, promise”. “It better not”. We dance and make out for a couple of songs against the wall. She’s all over me trying her best to grind and do her sex dance. Barely 12:45am I told her it’s time to go. Jump in a cab back to my car, still making out. In my car on the way back to my place she takes my hands and slides it up her dress while looking out the window at the monuments and lights. We don’t speak.

Outside of my place she puts up some resistance about coming up, something about having to work in the morning. I tell her to shut up and hold her hand as we walk inside. Once in my room she does things most American girls eight years older than her couldn’t dream of. I wasn’t prepared for the tightness of a 20 year old. When we were done she put her head on my chest for a couple of minutes. Then all of a sudden she looked up and grabs my chin/throat and forces me to look her in the face.

H: (with a deep accent right out of a Bond movie) I don’t want to see you with anymore girls at my pool?
VK: Really? Why?
H: It would be very disrespectful to me, a slap in face… No more girls ok?
VK: (Grin on my face) If you keep me satisfied then…. Maybe baby.

Just to set the story up. During the Summer I frequented the pool with different members of my summer harem, my pool was my wingman. During signing in I’d make small chat with the cute little lifeguard, not too long. Hows it going, working hard, blah blah. Asked her once if she’s been able to get out in DC and that’s when I found out she was only 20 and really couldn’t go out anywhere.

This Friday I was working from home and decided to nut up, went down to talk to her on my way out to Whole Foods. She was in the pool cleaning and waved at me as I walked in. I had my bad boy silver wire aviator sunglasses on and sat down at her life guard table.

VK: you busy? (Pool was empty two girls sun bathing in the corner)
H: (Sexy Russian accent) No, just cleaning leaves for an hour
VK: How much longer do you have till the pool is closed for the summer.
H: The pool closes on September 5th then I travel for two weeks before going back.
VK: Have you still not gone out in DC yet?
H: No, I’m still 20 so it’s hard. We try to go to Lima this Tuesday.
VK: Well if that doesn’t work let me give you my number, I know this place on Thursday’s in DC we can go. I’ll take you. (I write down my number and apartment number on piece of paper in the sign in sheet)
H: Ok, can I bring my roommates? (she lives with four other life guards in an apartment a couple of blocks over. Bulgarian, whatever that is)
VK: Sure why not? (I’ve got wingmen)
H: Every time I see you, you come with different girl, why?
VK: I grin, I’m single, why shouldn’t I come with different girls? Are you single? Do you have a boyfriend here or back home?
H: (smiling) No. No boyfriend
VK: Do you like boys? You might have a thing for girls
H: (smirk) Maybe
VK: Maybe?
H: Maybe baby (her favorite saying when she doesn’t really understand the conversation)
VK: Well I have to go, call me
H: I can’t, I don’t own a cellphone.
VK: I’ll stop by again Saturday or Sunday.

That night I somehow got lucky and end up hooking up with a Swedish chick I’ve been python gaming for about seven months. Saturday I’m feeling high as a kite and my swagger is on one thousand million trillion. I have to run into DC but decide to stop by the pool and see what the deal is. She was doing laps back and forth and stopped as I walked in. Got the aviators on of course and walk to the edge of the pool.

To go from amateur to natural like anything takes TIME and PRACTICE. Learn the basics and the reason behind the theories, After three or four years of practicing these basics and understanding them inside and out then start exploring your own path and what works best for you. A sponge is able to absorb tons of water but it’s also able to wring out just as much water. So as you get better with game start stripping away those parts you don’t need along with useless information. If not game becomes more like a chore and aren’t we all doing this to have fun?

When the game starts getting boring and picking/ going out on dates seems more like a chore than an exciting chance to hook up with someone new. Try breaking some well known game rules.

When to call, should you text first

The game rule is to wait two to three days before initiating contact. But if the vibe is strong and you brought things up during the conversation, then fuck it call or text the next day to make an impromptu date for that day. Usually a Sunday works best. Now if you should text or call first doesn’t really matter, do whatever you want and don’t lose sleep over it.

Drinks or Dinner on the first date

It’s common game rule to always invite a girl out for quick drinks first, something about not showing her too much value early by feeding her. This is a rule I break often because by the time I’m done with the gym I’m fucking starving. If you’re actually hungry and the girl is attractive enough and if you have money, take her out for dinner. Dinner game is completely different from drinks game so get good at both.

To Kiss or not to Kiss

The game rule is to usually wait to the end of the first date or second. But sometimes break this rule especially on in between a venue change or if you’re on the dance floor. Be daring and steal a kiss at an unexpected moment.

Dating on the weekends

The game rule is that you go out on dates during the week and use the weekends to get more numbers. The clear advantage of breaking this rule is that you don’t usually have to worry about her calling it an early night, easier chance for multiple venue changes, and actual higher chance of hooking up.

Giving compliments

Game rule, attractive girls have a huge ego (especially in DC), neg her to knock her value down. You’ll be surprised how many of these girls are incredibly insecure underneath it all. A simple compliment wont hurt your game but the key is to make it something unique, something she hasn’t heard a million times already that night.

Lowering your value

Game rule is to always show higher value at all times. Sometimes acting humble or even slightly embarrassed will work just as well as bragging or showing off. I do this often with my job. I describe what I do first as being a professional nerd/ numbers geek and playing with spreadsheets all day. The girls that are really feeling me will say something along the lines of, “oh that’s not nerdy at all, it’s actually really cool”. Extra points when she’s in the same field.

Thursday (last night) we were supposed to hangout if she wasn’t too busy and had plans. I texted her around 9:40 in between commercials during Burn Notice. It went like this.

VK: What’s the word bird?
DG: I’m at Spider Kelly’s with my new roommate and some new friends, are you out tonight?
VK: nah, fell back, are we seeing each other or not?
DG: I drove here about to go home.
VK: Is that a No? Ok cool.
DG: It’s probably for the best, we’re no good when we see each other.
VK: Whatever you say, keep playing those games. Ima get back to Burn Notice.

After that she calls me. And tells me she doesn’t want to see me and wants to stop communications between us. That’s right she called to tell me this. What a fucking head case. But I’m horny so I say, “I don’t believe you because you can’t say that to my face”. Her, “So if I say that to your face you’ll believe me”. Me, “yup”. Her, “Fine I’ll be over in 15 minutes.

She shows up and I come down with an overnight parking pass. We start talking by her car.

DG: I wont be needing that, I don’t plan on staying long. I came to say that I don’t’ really care about you, it was all sex, I don’t want to see you anymore.
VK: (with a smile) Damn, you’re looking good, I haven’t seen you in a while, (two weeks).
DG: Didn’t you just hear me, don’t try and charm me.
VK: I’m not trying to charm you, with a body like that, I need a girl like you on my arm.

I’m all up in her grill, my forehead on her forehead, I kiss her softly on the lips.

VK: What you didn’t miss me?
DG: your cute and hot and your body is fine and all but it’s not going to work. You won’t get me to stay. (she turns her back to me)

I step in closer with a boner pressing against her ass. Brush her hair to one side and whisper in her ear, “You know who’s this is, you know what I’m about, it’s already 11, now come get into my bed”. I step back and smack her ass, turn her around and kiss her again. Then I pick her up caveman style over my shoulder and walk towards my building.

DG: Wait, stop I have to get my clothes.
VK: You can sleep in my grey wife beater.
DG: No my work clothes for tomorrow.
VK: Wait you were talking all this shit for 45 minutes about not being with me and you packed clothes to stay the night? You know you’ve got issues right?
DG: (She smiles), Don’t read too far into this, tomorrow I’m done with you, I just need a place to stay tonight.

On the elevator ride up to my floor she asks,

DG: So who was that pretty girl in the dress on your FB.
VK: I thought you didn’t care about me so what does it matter?
DG: Oh, so you’re not going to tell me?
VK: if I don’t matter to you then it doesn’t matter.

She dropped her bags on my bedroom floor. I lit a candle in the center of the room. I took off my clothes and commenced to beating that pussy up. In the morning w did it again. She left saying nice knowing you. I told her I’d see her next Tuesday.

I got to work and my ex Brazilian legs txted me, “What are you doing tonight, I’ll call you when I get off work”.