I think I need to write up this LR post-factum because it was a bit hilarious.
It happened after I discarded the BPD two weeks before we reconnected. It was straightforward lay but I still want to write it up.
I matched with her on Coffee Meets Bagel. She looked like a nice K-selected Indonesian girl in early 30s with the profile saying “looking for serious relationship”. I already had a few dates with relationship oriented chicks so I didn’t expect much. Another boring date to nowhere. Here is how texting went.
Honestly I didn’t give a shit if I even meet her. But she showed up. Me, too dressed up for the good cocktail bar visit. On her side she didn’t look the part. As far as I remember she was wearing flip flops. Surprisingly we got into one of the top cocktail bars in Sydney and ordered Negronies. She had no idea of what kind of cocktails we can get and just went with what I ordered.
I texted to my old MFM partner Black Ring that I am going to another boring K-select date with relationship oriented chick and it all will be boring. Me and the girl started to chat and after ten minutes the light bulb came on. All she was talking about is her work and how she would go out and dance in bars and clubs with friends on her days off. I immediately texted Black Ring from the toilet of the bar that “Indo is a dirty slut and I am going for it”. The simple plan was to get her drunk and fuck her. The only problem was that upscale cocktail bar would set me for a multi-hundred dollar bill. I had to move to somewhere else.
I told her, “let’s go for a walk”, and we left the bar. She didn’t ask where we going and what’s the plan. Just totally complaint with my lead. My plan was to walk her to the cheapest watering hole in the city. I didn’t give a shit what happens.
As soon as we left the bar, I grabbed her by the hand so we walked hand in hand like a boyfriend and girlfriend. I kept taking some nonsense to keep the conversation going. The walk was long. At least fifteen minutes. We walked pass city baskers. First basker was singing the song of someone being in love and the beginning of the relationship, I don’t remember the song name. The next one we passed was singing “Someone You Loved” by Lewis Capaldi. I told her, this is how the relationship goes. You fall in love and then “they pull the rug and you are someone they loved”. She laughed.
We arrived at the cheapest and dodgiest pub downtown Sydney. I ordered ten dollar jug of beer. The cheapest you can get. We kept taking shit. I don’t remember the topics but it was all non-sensual. Eventually the beer run out. I decided to pull the Black Ring close on her for a test. I didn’t give a shit if I fuck her or not. I was pretty tipsy.
“Hey, do you want more drink or let’s get out of here”
“Let’s get out”, she said.
We went outside. Then I pulled the Black Ring close.
“Hey, I can walk you to the train station or we can grab a bottle of Jack at the liquor store and have a drink a my place”
She said, “let’s grab a Jack”
To the liquor store we went. It was half way from the cheap pub and my place.
I chatted to the sales guy while he was packing a bottle. I was tipsy and chatty. Something I don’t usually do sober.
We got to my place and I situated her on a couch and made Jack and cokes for us. We had a few sips and I went for a makeout. One thing led to another and she was naked with her pants off. The only problem was I couldn’t get hard. I kept making out with her while jacking my dick to get hard. I was tipsy as fuck. Also I was on nofap for five weeks. Not exactly nofap but no porn and I’d only jack one time per week to flush the tubes.
Eventually I got hard but also aroused so much, I blew my load all over her pussy while trying to stick my dick in her raw. That was a massive embarrassment and I definitely couldn’t claim a notch. But my dick was still semi-hard so I stuck it in and did whatever the official requirement of strokes to claim the notch before I went soft. That was the end of it, I thought. But, she didn’t give up on me.
She didn’t leave. She kept touching me, touching my dick and dirty kissing me for another twenty to thirty minutes until I get hard again. This time I redeemed myself. I took her to my bedroom and fucked the shit out of her.
By the time we finished she missed the last train and last bus back home so she slept over. After I fucked her again in the morning she called her roommate to bring her work clothes to the city so she could pick it up and go straight to work.
I saw her again one more time. One day before BPD came back to my life. After that I never saw her again and never had a single text exchange. Second time meet and sex sucked and were unnecessary. It was a one time hookup kind of affair.
Yoylo PUA 