First San Diego Make-out. Hell, First COUGAR Make-out!

Date Occurred: Oct. 11th

I actually wasn’t feeling too good about the night. The previous day had been terrible: Gordon and I couldn’t get into any parties. I was also worried that my biweekly three day weekends would become a curse. My job gives me every other Friday off and my last three-day weekend was absolutely terrible. The night would prove that my fear of my long weekends was mere paranoia.

Like last week, the day started at the mall. Frankie, Charleeboy, Gordon, Fallout, and I all went to the mall. Fallout, Frankie, and Charleeboy were all there to give advice and Gordon and I were there to take it. To make a long story short, I ended up getting a sexy red vintage shirt, like the kind Frankie likes to wear, and a fancy pair of boots to bring out my inner Texan.

Armed with a new pair of boots, a hot new shirt, and a Monster-scotch buzz I met up with the guys (Fallout, the_ninja, Charleeboy, Gordon, Slyde, J [not J the Ripper, but a different J], Mongomike, Sexter, M, and E) and went to Stingaree. It’s a large group, but that’s how we roll. Sadly, Frankie could not join us. I had also gotten my weekly CCSD goal: put my tongue in a woman’s mouth.

We were early, and the lack of people indicated such. That didn’t stop us from opening, though. Like usual, most of the sets weren’t significant, but there were a few events that really stuck out in my mind.

The first was a three set (HB7, HB8, HB8.5). I opened up the group. I can’t remember what I said, but I opened them. HB7 mentioned that they celebrating her boyfriend’s birthday. Fine if that’s how she wanted to play, then I’d play. I just started busting on her ruthlessly. First about her leaving her BF outside. Then about every single other excuse she made. Soon, Mongomike and one other guy (I can’t remember who, maybe Slyde or E) came in to wing me. Mongo teased HB8 as being the bad girl and the other guy took on HB7. This allowed HB8.5 and I to talk. We had a good conversation going (mostly through her effort) when HB7 mentioned something about her BF being here so the three of them left.

Afterward, J told me that HB8.5 was really into me, but HB7 broke her state by interrupting. Then she was able to pull the group away. J said I should have tried to break HB7’s state by engaging her.

The second set was this huge set of foreign exchange students that went to SDSU. They were all drunk out of their minds, and because I am naturally high-energy I was able to match their state long after I had sobered up. I had a lot of fun talking to the girls and the guys. One of them offered me some vodka, but much to our mutual dismay, the bottle was empty.

The third set was actually my first many-merger. I had opened a camera-girl at Stingaree last week. I saw her again this week and reopened her with, “Hey, you haven’t taken a picture of me yet!” She took one of me. “Now get a picture of all of us!” I am with a few members of CCSD. She says she needs to have some girls in the picture, too. Looking back, she really helped us out here. She not only gave us a good opener to use, but she guaranteed that we would have social proof when the pics went online.

Slyde and I immediately got on it. I found a large set of hot girls and Slyde (who apparently knew some of them already) and I told them our situation. They came back with us to our group of guys and I went off to find the camera girl. The end result: Charleeboy, Slyde, a couple of others, and I all taking a picture with a bunch of hot girls.

Slyde immediately went to work on phase two and he started trying to move us all to a more isolated place. However, we got separated from Slyde and three of the girls. Charleeboy, the others, and myself all gave up trying to find them while the girls continued to look for the rest of their friends. The end result was very very good for Slyde, but I’ll let him talk about that.

And then there were the users. What do I mean by “users?” These are the girls who are friendly and/or receptive to you at first because they just want something from you. I encountered two such sets. One I opened, the other opened me.

The first was a set birthday party set. They were kind at first and we had some fun before they all left to get drinks. Later, I reopened two of the girls in the set and they immediately asked for birthday drinks. I used my standard “I only buy drinks for girls after they kiss me” line. They immediately walked away.

The second was an Asian girl who came over and slapped my ass. I turned around and said, “Why did you do that?” or something like that. She asked me if I was the guy who was going to buy them a bottle. As soon as I said no, she walked away. In retrospect, I should have grabbed her ass when she slapped mine. Confused, I reopened. She said, “You have to buy us a bottle before you can talk to me.”

Fuck her. I replied with, “Honey, you should be buying me drinks.” Then one of her friends tried to intervene. I walked off and said, “It’s your loss, not mine.” They tried to say something back, but I was long gone. They weren’t even that hot. 6’s and 7’s, in other words, expendable.

For a brief period, J, M, E, and I went to JSix. I’m going be to up front about this: I hate JSix. Not once have I had fun while going there and going from target-rich, high-energy environment like Stingaree to a much quieter JSix is like coming off a buzz prematurely. Those of you who drink know what I’m talking about. It’s 11 PM and you have a good buzz going, one that you think is going to last you the rest of the night. Then, for some reason, you start sobering up at 11:30 and by 12 it’s like you never drank at all. If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s the untimely death of a great buzz.

That said, I did accomplish a little bit while I was there. J was talking about staying in set long after they try to blow you out. I decided to try it out. I opened a 2set sitting down with the most fucked up thing I could possibly think of.

Me: Hello, I’m a complete douchebag! What’s your name?

One girl started laughing. The second one, the bitchy one, started, well, being a bitch. She kept trying to blow me out by telling me to go away, but I just stayed in and kept asking for her name. Finally I did leave. Usually, I would eject at the first sign of being blown out, but J was telling how he’s fucked girls who were cold to him at first simply by staying in set after they tried to blow him out.

E, after I told him to, entered that same set and opened with “Hi, I’m NOT a complete douchebag!” He had more success than I did, but the bitchy girl started being bitchy again.

The second set was much better. I opened a 2set (HB8 and HB7.5) sitting down on one of benches by complimenting the cuter girl on her jacket. J came in to wing me. After awhile, both girls were into J and neither of them were paying attention to me. Later, J told me that I didn’t do anything wrong, they were just more into to him than me.

Eventually, I convinced everyone to return to Stingaree with me. I wanted my buzz back.

Take two of Stingaree was better than the previous one.

The first one was a 3set. I saw an incredibility beautiful girl with glasses (HB9). I noticed that she also had a tattoo on her back. Perfect.

Me (said while lightly touching her shoulder to get her to turn around): I love that tattoo.
Glasses (she smiles and turns her body completely toward me): Thanks!
Me: Those glasses are hot, too. [Not my exact words, but pretty close.]
Glasses: [I can’t remember exactly what she said here because I was focusing on what her body was doing. She was getting closer to me and putting her arms around me. With kino like that, it didn’t matter what she was saying to me.]
Me: I love that blouse, too.
Glasses: [More touching.]
Me: What is your name?
Glasses: [Her name.]
Me: I had a friend in highschool named that.
Glasses: [She’s almost melting on me. She starts running her fingers along my shirt.] I like that shirt, it’s very daring.
Me: I’m a very daring guy.
Glasses: [Starts dancing on me. Then she turns around and starts grinding on me.]

There’s a quick break in the action before I isolate her. She starts talking to on of her friends and I start talking to another girl in the group. As soon as she turns her attention back toward me, I isolate her.

Me: Come with me for a second. [I move her to a chair and sit her on my lap.]

I try for the kiss, but I get ASD. She said she had a boyfriend, but her friends were single. I told her she was the one I wanted. She told me I was sweet, cute, and a whole bunch of other things but she wouldn’t cheat on her BF. We compromise. I get her number, Facebook, and a kiss on the cheek. She eventually had to rejoin her friends. I had caught the set at a bad time. They had lost one of her friends and were frantically looking for her. Afterward, J helped me break down what happened. I should have been more dominant when trying to isolate her.

The final set was the one that allowed me to accomplish my weekly goal. The funny thing about this set is that I ALMOST didn’t approach it. This is the set where the knowledge I learned at JSix came in handy. I opened the 2set (HB8 and HB8cougar) with a compliment.

Me: Those are very nice dresses.
HB8: [Ignoring me and trying to blow me out.]
Cougar: [I can’t remember what she said, but she was very receptive. She kept trying to turn her body toward me as HB8 kept trying to get her away and blow me out.]
Me: [Held my ground and kept talking. This is what J taught me at JSix.]

HB8 got distracted by some guy and let go of Cougar. As soon as that happened, Cougar pounced on me. She put her arms around me (I think around my face) and gave me a kiss on the lips.

Me (said in a very confident tone): That was good, but let me give you a better one!

Cougar lowered her head and covered her face with her hands while giggling. It was on like Donkey Kong. I think HB8 tried to come in again, but I’m not sure. Cougar and I were making out. CCSD weekly goal accomplished!

HB8 came in again and started physically trying to push me away. I just looked at her and smiled. Honestly, what could HB8 do? I was a big black and she was a little white girl. She couldn’t move me if she tried. I, out of my own free will, walked away, but not before I grabbed her arm and gently moved it way from me. I was sub-communicating that she was not really the one in control. I’ve kiss many girls on the lips since I’ve been to San Diego, but that was my first full make-out I had gotten since I came here.

For me this is becoming less about picking up girls and more about self-amusement. Surprisingly, it is working for me. The more I tried to amuse myself rather than the group, the more interesting to the set I became. Another part is simply being genuine, which helped with the last two sets I did that night. Probably the biggest thing I’ve noticed is that I’ve lost my fear of beauty. Back when I was in Austin, I would rarely approach any girl above and 8. Now that I’m in San Diego, where almost every girl is AT LEAST an 8, I can approach, and kiss-close, 8’s, and 9’s like it’s no big deal. I have yet to find a 10.

Now that I’ve finally got the make-out I’ve been craving, I think I’m going to stop that business for awhile. Making-out is nice, but it won’t get you laid (unless you’re J the Ripper). I’ll just stick to simple kisses on the lips to build arousal and go more for pulling and isolating.

Openers to use next time:

Hello, I’m a complete douchebag. What’s your name?

Hello, I don’t have a penis. What’s your name?

Guess what? I don’t have testicles! How are you?