You might think you know women, but you don’t. When I was 21 I was like, “I’m such a stud, I’ve banged chicks, I know it all.”
I didn’t know shit.
I still don’t know that much. But from talking to a lot of guys, it’s apparent that I know more than the average guy. Which isn’t very much.
TheRedQuest, providing very quotable and relatable posts for the greater part of a decade
Making occasional posts is a good idea if you want to get laid (more). I had a date after I typed up these posts, and while I expected it to just be a chill hour or two with the girl in question before I came back for my final night in Berlin for a while, it went far better than I expected.
Matched this girl on Hinge, convo went to Telegram, we picked a day, then as it neared she had to postpone a few days. Ok, cool.
Going to force myself to summarize details. Picking where to go was a challenge–she doesn’t like texting and I didn’t know the area well. She was late for the date due to things out of her control. We explored around the bar she picked, which was very jungle-beach vibes for inner city, right next to a river. After some conversation, we came upon a deserted and fairly well-hidden deck/rooftop area where we chatted for some time. I started caressing her shoulders, back, neck, and lightly tugging her hair… I was still unsure how much she liked me at this point and was going slow for my own comfort. Talked a bit about bdsm and her punk outfit. I could have blown it here by going on about how confident I was in my abilities to please her in bed more than I did; she wasn’t interested in that part and doubted (with good reason) that I could get close to giving her the best experience she’s had.
We moved to some chairs in the middle of the small deck, literally impossible for anyone to see unless they came up the same nondescript stairs. I kissed her neck, gauged where she was at, several more minutes of conversation, then at some point we kissed. We turned into each other on the hard plastic but well-curved-for-relaxing-solo chairs and made out.
After some time, a couple people came up and it burst the moment, but we went and explored the rest of the place (I showed and kissed her in a secluded area I’d found while scouting out the inside of the venue while she was delayed, might have surprised her a little in the good kind of way then).
A couple times my patience was tested–she’s very free-spirited, and where her focus goes she goes. But eventually, we headed back to my hostel (I’d seeded the idea of showing her a card game I packed). Restroom for us both, played cards (I offered that we could do a strip or foreplay version if she wanted, but it was probably too complex or intense for her as an idea).
After 2 games, we started making out some more, and because suggesting she lay on the bed didn’t lead her there, I picked her up and transitioned through a couple intermediate steps until we were where I wanted us.
Earlier on the date (on the balcony) I’d started running my hands hesitantly under some of her clothes, and she’d done it a little in turn, and here that continued until I unbuttoned her shirt and started stripping us.
I wish I had my vibrator from home; though when I mentioned it to her and described which one it was she gained a little more respect for me and said so. My arms tired quickly because she liked receiving 3 fingers at high velocity. We were both sweaty at this point when I got the condom.
Small tits, good booty but could be more firm with more exercise (she said herself). Cute face, not a model, and a quirky but nice and alt sense of style. Around some of the more attractive girls I’ve put my d*ck in. Thin. Also pretty active in reciprocating attention and effort in the bedroom. “Polyamorous, queer, and spontaneous” doesn’t mean anything positive or negative per se, other than that in this case she had more experience and open-mindedness than most.
We finished and cuddled naked for a bit of time, but then my dorm-roommates popped in and I asked them for 2 minutes for us to dress, stopping them from seeing her. Chatted in the room for a bit. She also suggested we check out a park later. We moved to the hostel’s cozy chill nook, and she again suggested that we go fuck in a park when I offered to walk her back to her place (this was around 1 am or so, middle of the night for Berlin). Okay, cool.
Finished cuddling, I grabbed extra condoms, she showed me a park she knew which was pretty secluded with a convenient wall.
The angles were weird. My legs got tired quickly by trying to thrust upwards while standing up. She was just an inch or two shorter than me, and because we were in the bushes in the dark, she had to use her hand to direct my meat stick to the proper place. I wasn’t even sure it was in properly when it was, but her face made it easier to tell–almost like it hurt, but obvious signs of enjoying it and breathing hard, telling me to go harder. Fastest I can recall coming a second time on a date–we went anywhere from 3 to 12 minutes before I released. She was the type who orgasms only after a lot of effort, so we never got her super close. Also the first time I’ve fucked with my pants (mostly) on and underwear up.
I thought it was cute she used words like “rock up” and “shagging” unironically. I’m definitely in Europe. She was quite a world traveler too, her parents moving around every few years.
Then we had a cute date the next day, where she showed me parts of the city I’d never taken the time to check out. I got to sleep around 4:30 am and woke to go meet her at 9 am, so it was a long couple days, but definitely worth it. We’ve made plans for her to visit me in Prague.
Some upshots, because I feel guilty not analyzing how I could improve in my previous couple posts:
One thing I can improve on is that on our date she mentioned that she thought it was creepy how I brought up the idea of back massages in our Hinge convo. I did it because I was in a bit of a hurry to make things happen if they were going to happen in Berlin, but it was pretty uncalibrated apparently.
I’ve heard from a lot of girls I’ve asked that they swiped on me because I was “cute”, or rarely, “hot”, but never because of something I had in my profile. In this case I actually reminded the girl of an ex of her friend’s, rather than being swiped on for my merits. I need to update my pictures and style further, as well as using interesting props or bdsm-related pictures as I transition further into the sex club world… but there is still some time before I get to that point, because first thing after this trip is to focus on money for a couple years.
And on a typical date of spending time hanging around a city (MLTR stuff as Holden and Caleb Jones would refer to it), I have a lot of room for improvement to show better leadership and be more enjoyable as a partner of exploration, not getting so hung up on some of the details and not asking for my date to do so much of the “where do we go now” decisions. Though this girl in question stepped up to those situations quite well, now that I think of it.
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