Prince Ali

The summer has certainly given me time to think about myself and my progress with pickup. My first experiments in FWB framing has proven successful, at least for now. She's bought the frame and I do silly things to reinforce it like help her with her dating life, haha.

I should probably explain how I met Steph. On a random friday I get a random message on facebook about Treadwell's annual party, an even I really love just because its always cool to see the people from my high school and catch up on how their college experiences have been. I can always tell the people who make the big effort to overcompensate for their social wild sides by being extra humble and seem way too cool for school. I always try to find that divide where I switch up between being really goofy and social and then serious when the time comes. A friend of mine who I've grown closer that is really good at this is Kevin. One of these days I'll write a post about the kevin/eric/tim social circle, a group of misfits who have such unique personalities and are just funny as fuck.

Anyway back to Steph. She is this jewy girl with just a cute-as-a-button face amazing T&A but is kind of packing some in the thigh region. I notice her as I walk out to the patio, she is wearing just the sexiest pirate outfit. (Oh yeah it was a costume party and like 3 people dressed up). She caught my attention but I spent the entire night making my rounds and talking to everybody, lavishing at the fact that Treadwell's parents are awesome and just have an amazing place to host such an amazing event. And this is the part where I fellate the entire Treadwell family. So I'm with my buddies Mike and Steve and Steph walks through the kitchen to get past us and she chats the two of them up, having known them through her ex. At some point it gets awkward and she introduces herself to me. I make an off the cuff role play comment about how she has to do things that let me know that she still cares about me (assuming absurd ammounts of familiarity) but I'm not convinced she knew I was joking, so I took it a step further and used Style's absurdification of us getting a divorce to real hit it home hard. We got through talking about her experience in school and she makes a comment about not being able to socialize a lot. I junmp right in being able to relate with this always conflicting goal of wanting to meet new people but having to have my nose in the books all the time because engineering is just that difficult. I think this concept just really hit her deep and she just continued to talk. At some point I move her to the bar... continue deep rapport. I move her to the pool, play footsies with her, more rapport. Lots of bait-hook-real, bait hook-real. Here I really bait her with one of Sinn's lines:

"I wish I knew you a little better so that I could tell you how sexy you are..."

I'm expecting a laugh at this point, but instead she just reciprocates and tells me how sexy I am too. It's weird for me to hear that I'm sexy or good looking from anybody just because I spent so much of my teenage life completely obese. Only recently have I began bulking up and receiving microdermabrasions, also my dress style has began to convey a little bit of that too these past few months.

I don't remember when I set up a timebridge, but on accident I had made it seem really formal but released it with one of cajun's role plays about shipping her off to canada and building an ice castle for blowjobs and ending our nights with chicken mcnuggets. Its weird because she accepted the timebridge and I didn't even have to release...

She did a lot to help this pickup work. I remember just being silent and looking at her eyes, and she would just break the tension by continuing the conversation. At some point /i make an excuse (plausible deniability) of wanting to show her my license from when I was fat so we had to walk back to my car. We get there and I tell her I'm just a sneaky guy for getting her out somewhere along with me. I put my arms around her waist and she puts hers around my neck and she goes for the kiss. It was so cool and appropriately timed.

Shit happens, she has to hang out with her friends, take one home, she leaves but comes back and hangs with me some more. She moves me to a random bench in the back yard (thank you Treadwells for making romantic getaways for me :)). At this point I try to play with her legs and move my hand progressivly up, but she stops me. At some point I have to take Eric home and we end the night with a long hug.

Cut to Sunday, I text her with: "Hey youre cute :)" She responds: "Hey you too :-)"

We make plans to meet monday. hope things work well.