Belly to Belly

She stares at me with squinted eyes, pounding her cocktail straw up and down, up and down, like she’s delivering a tiny handjob.

“So where are your friends? Are you here alone or something?” She asks.

“My friends,” I say, waving my hand dismissively in the air, “are over there.”

She laughs, and I know I’ve got her, at least for now. Not that it matters. The trick is, I don’t care. You never care. I know it’s hard not to care when you’re a newb and all you want to do is find a little romance, a little adventure and touch a boob or two. But tight game is controlling your neediness.

I hold my hand out palm up, she looks at it, then takes it. I hold it above her head and give her a little spin. Spinning is one of the best compliance tests. It always makes them laugh. When I finish the spin I give a little tug, and now we’re belly on belly. We’ve only known eachother for two minutes. This is how I pick up girls in the bar sometimes, if things feel right. Sometimes things don’t. Sometimes I just want to talk. Sometimes I’m funny, sometimes not. It doesn’t matter as long as I show up and do something, anything.

You see it in their eyes, the submissive ones, the feminine ones, the ones I like. People mill around us suckling their alcohol and dancing away their pill euphoria. Everybody is looking for something, or someone, whether it’s escape from boredom, or new romance. The problem with most of them is–they have no plan. They wander aimlessly, lost as a ghost blown about the astral plane by the plans of others. I know what I want. I want a girl.

“Will you buy me a drink?” She asks.

“Will you buy me one?” I say.

She smiles a little bit. I know she doesn’t need a drink. She just wants me to work for her. She doesn’t want to look like a whore. I grab the back of her hair and tug, hard, so her neck is exposed and lick from the base of her neck to her ear. She moans and pushes her crotch towards mine, and we makeout. Total time: two and a half minutes.

Pickup doesn’t have to be about words. Learn to control your state. Gain as much experience with women as possible. When you’re there, after several years of practice perhaps, they will know you’re experienced, confident, solid, and you will be rewarded for being a man worthy of female attention.

Don’t take my word for it. I just gave you a blueprint I’ve used many, many times. Go try for yourself and let me know. And don’t expect it to work the same way twice, or at all. Just try it. That’s all that matters. Life is absurd.

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3 Comments

  1. 2 minutes and such a great atmosphere? I know every situation is different, but I’d love to read the entire interaction on this one!

    Did you have eye contact before approaching her? Did you indeed have friends somewhere or just came alone amd went straight for her?

    your writing style gets better each post by the way, a joy to read even (or, maybe, in particular) when they are not about ‘lesspon’.

    1. Thanks man. It’s hard to transfer all of a conversation I can’t completely remember onto the screen. I’m a writer, so I take some liberties to get the point across. But yeah, you can do amazing things in two minutes if there’s chemistry. Thanks for reading.

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