Baby Doll stripper # close, working out, and other ramblings

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I've been a beast in the gym lately. I used to work out regularly before I got into game. Posessing a mesomorphe frame is a gift and a curse. The gift, I'd say, is that I can stay slim, the curse is that its difficult to gain muscle and I'll loose anything Ive gained if I'm not actively strength training and focusing on nutrition...
I hadnt touched a weight in over a year and a half. Since I engaged in a relationship ,and ultimately exited one year later, I never really cared about working out. I was actively taking care of my cardio under the bedsheets. That was what I would tell my single buddies. Who needs to work out when you're slim and "got game"? I may have subconsciously thought that I didnt need to work out because I had a granule of game.

There is always a spiral down effect after a relationship. You have to rebuild yourself from the collapse. You no longer have that shoulder of support that keeps you sturdy. You have to be sturdy all alone and rediscover your roots of support. And you may discover how unique your situation is, in that, the world is at your disposal. One can decide to build and attract an oasis of an empire or do nothing at all if he proposes. Its a relief to just "do you" and put your self first and out into the world and tweak the product to attract what you want while not really giving a fuck if its even working. Or one can do nothing. There is real magic in choosing to do nothing. Doing nothing is still a projection of self on display. We are all naked in a world of onlookers. Like a beta fish swimming in the murky water of the small bowl we were tossed in.

Being in the gym again for the last month has been an incredible lift for me. I can see physical progression. I can control everything and I have noone but myself to hold accountable. But more than that, there is something chemicle about it. Something lucid and satisfying. Something special occurs in the brain. Its almost as if I can feel my metabolism oscilating and pulsing. I don't care how much weight I'm working with in the gym. I push myself until failure, much like how I push myself in life, except the failure is not really failure its more of a paradigm shift. Its a new understanding of a core set of values. Its growing and building on an existing framework.

Ive often relied on a support system. Ive always felt more comfortable sarging with a group. Even if we ended up talking about nothing but game all night and never approaching because the fear of failure in front of our peers seems so surreal. The ego won't allow you to do that, to fail on display. The ego took control of your brain long before you ever stepped into the wonderfull world of pickup. Its like a hungry carnivor that ravages the meat of life whilst constantly eluding the world with its aloof tendancies only to pounce when it needs to be fed again. I'm telling my ego to fuck off for a while and come back when it wants to play nice because right now its just fucking everything up.

I arranged a date with an online chic for wednesday night. Id talked to her a few times days earlier and I could tell she was a basket case. But she does have a vagina and shes at least a 7.5 judging by her pictures. Who knows really because the date never happened. I decided to call if off because i didnt want to drive all the way out to Arlington from Uptown to hang out with 26yr old ex alcoholic who lives with her mother and who is currently rediscovering herself via the 12 steps in AA (which by the way is a great book whether you're an alcoholic or not!). I just wasnt interested in driving 40 miles to end up in some smoky bar with a dry cunt and knock pool balls around while pretending to be some sort of saint to this girl.

Its been a long month of celebacy, I needed a fucking drink and some titties in my face. I hit the gym hard earlier and my chest and arms are popping out giving me the perfect look I envisioned when I threw on a white skin- tight thermal with my favorite chain suspending an antique key dangling out front. Inc gray slim jeans and my white kicks to complete and my guess hoody to bat. I was on time. Hair did, smelling nice, lets go!

I decided to fire up the old '82 vw rabbit rustbox and make a trip to my faithful Baby Dolls Saloon, completely alone. I enter the venue with style and grace ready to lace the room. I find a spot to sit and enjoy my Michelob Ultra light and sink in to my chair making sure to make eye contact with the ones I find attractive and avoiding eye contact with the ones I dont. I'm completely alone wondering what the fuck am I doing here. There are groups of men with, white marks on their ring fingers where their wedding bands usually rest, cheering their buddies on to get a dance. There are guys with their girlfriends attempting to add some jazz to thier relationship. And They will be in the doghouse for sure when they get back home.
I decided to throws some bills at a couple hotties and run some wack game at them and all they wanted was my money, obviously. So I decided to take a trip to the patio for a social smoke. As I'm walking towards the smoking area I lock eyes with a 5' 7'' slim model type, italian tanned skin, and a pretty face. Shes at least an 8 if not better. We lock eyes untill she looks away and then I look away. I pass her and crack a grin. I never scanned her body the way alot of creeps would. I get outside and go to spark my cigarrette and realize I dont have a fucking lighter to save my life. The door swings open, I turn around, and there is hb8 Italian! She avoids eye contact, staring at the floor as she heads over to the furthest corner all bundled up in some kind of blanket. Thats when a very tall business executive-looking douch spots her and makes his approach and some lame ass cold read type opener. It didnt work. She's instantly locking eyes with me, communicating that she wants to be saved... I chuckle with acknowledgment of her situation. She picked up on the moment of ESP we shared. I do that alot with girls. Girls code with each other all the time. Sometimes I find fulfillment in noticing the subcommunications that are constantly occuring all around as.
She opens me "Hey you! Where have you been?" as if we were long lost friends or something... So I head over and as Im walking up the executive gets the hint and rolls off. I sit down and begin working my charm. The who what when where why and the how all gets unfolded and I find alot about this girl in about 15 minutes freezing my ass off on my 3rd social cigarette back to back... We are both Pisces, We both come from divorced families, we both have family divided in Dallas and Michigan. We both are risk takers, goal oriented, intelligent, blah blah blah. I told how comfortable I felt around her and that I normally dont feel this way around new people... Ive said that a thousands times before. We decided to head back inside and she would not leave my side. I had already made it clear while smoking that i don't pay for dances or pussy or none of that. She smiled really big and stated "A guy like you shouldn't have too, I bet you have all kinds of women in your life." I neither denied or acknowledged the comment, I just smiled. I was doing some serious vibing and cold general chic crack cold reading and she started smiling and blushing at every sylable that came out of my mouth. Cool, time to # close and roll out. I dont like to stay in set too long.

It was the perfectly executed # close. I found out she was indeed part Italian and I said, "Oh really, thats cool, do you cook, because I have all the ingredients to make spaghetti but I only have one problem... She replied "Yes I am an amazing cook, whats the problem?" I said "I need an italian chef to do it up properly!" She agreed to make me dinner. I noticed we had been talking for a really long time and the time was 15 min. before closing. So I said, "hey I know you need to make some money and trust me i dont want to prevent you... We should exchange contact information and continue this conversation later." She said, "I really want to do that!" I told her "ok, this is how we are going to do this because you shouldn't be seen giving me your number in the middle of the room for soo many reasons. I'm gonna go over by the bar, you write your # down on a napkin and drop it off in my lap when you pass by." She whispers in my ear, "You are soo amazing that you get it." And she dropped of her number off in my lap.

And she has been texting me the whole entire time I've been writing this story, when shes not on the dance floor. This is going to be fun. Day 2's to come!

[Guest]

Nice FR. You handled the stripper well. Good call on ditching the ex-alcoholic.

PS: Not to thread jack, but if you have trouble gaining weight and keeping it on, but no trouble staying slim then I'd say you're more of an ectomorph than a mesomorph. Meso's can go up and down in weight with relative ease. Ecto's can go down put have a hard time going up, vice versa for endo's.

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Thanks BR. I'm deff. a Mesomorph. I've always had a decent amount of muscle. With my body type and habits over the course of a year(coffee, nicotine, poor nutrition, and fast paced physically demanding job) its not surprising to me that I lost my muscle mass after A year and half of not working out. I'm 6' 175 lbs and 15% body fat. My brother on the other hand is clearly a Ectomorph. He's 6'2" 165 lbs, very thin but also very strong.

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Nice job Carnal. You did exactly what a seasoned stripclub veteran would have done. :D

ahh Stripperville.....its like Hotel California.

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Well, last night, Saturday, I met up with her for an adult beverage at a club called Loft 610 @ 121 and the tollway for one of her girlfriends birthday party. For the record, Id like to say this place is a sweet spot. $10 cover but hotties everywhere. I did not want to meet her like this as I prefer to meet in a setting where it's one on one and I can isolate and game.

I walked into the club and pretty much could tell I could open any chic at the bar because they were all skull fucking me. I texted the girl while getting a drink letting her know that I was there. She responded stating she was waiting at the door for me. I told her to meet me at the bar. She did and greeted me with a huge hug and a sloppy kiss on the cheek. Visually, I checked bar, every one's looking! We had a couple drinks and conversed lightly back and fourth about nothing... The words were not important as my body language and tonality subcommuniting attraction and forcing ioi's. She leaned in everytime she spoke so I could hear her and she leaned in everytime I spoke so she could hear me. Frame tight: check. I got this girl to the point that when I look at her how I do, she blushes and cheeses soo hard I bet her face hurts at the end of the night. This is good. She wanted to go upstairs to her party, to introduce me to her friends, so I grabbed her hand and she led me through the crowd.
All I gotta say is DAMN I wish she was a wing/pivot chic. I literally had every single girl in the club checking me out. I took advantage of that and opened every single person I passed female/male with "hi how ya doing?" In order to increase the preselection effect. And I had girls stopping me in my tracks to talk to me even though I was holding this hotties hand. I had guys respond complimenting my attire. I think its good to open up guys in the venue. They realize you're strength and it eliminates potential amoging.

Soo I met all the girls which were there for a birthday party and they all were really cool and not bitchy like I expected them to be. She kept whispering things to her friends back and fourth. She said she asked her friends what they thought of me and her friends said "YA, he's good!"

We went back downstairs to the dance floor and danced a bit, drank a bit, and flirted heavily. She was all over me.

Later, she wanted to bounce venues to Logans in Addison... I hate pubs. Its smokey and the girls are too casual and I just dont prefer them much. I'm telling you 610 loft is the type of place I really like and will go back.

Went to logans, she drove, and drank and danced in the middle of the room for around an hour. Kept building sexual comfort. I kept slowing her rythym down and controlling her pace while we were dancing. She told me she loved that I could change pace and loved that I did that. Obviously she just loves to be led, like any good lil girl does.

I think we may have been a little too physical throughout the night. No mouth kissing just hugging and upright cuddle fucking. I think I should have kept her in her seat more and been more formal and used more game. My game has always been very sexual and I've gotten a few SNLs because of it but I need to tone it back and learn to use more intellect. She did mention to me that she respected the fact that I told her I didn't like to have sex too quickly because it confuses the important parts of a relationship. (i told her this over the phone days earlier) I don't know if that was a valuable thing to say. I think I said it in order for her to feel comfort with me since I met her when she had no clothes on.

She drove me back to loft 610 where my car was parked. The whole time she was driving she was grabbing running her fingers thru my hand and rubbing my inner thight. I didnt kino her in return I wish I would have. She was a little bit intoxicated and I didnt want her to feel like a slut when she woke up the next day.
I was a little concerned about her seeing my car (work in progress) but then decided fuck it. I like it. And found a way to DHV the car which I realized she picked up anyways that I was qualifying myself to her. I didnt intend to qualify myself. I just got out of a Mercedes E350 lease. When I had my Mercedes I never said a single thing about my car when chics saw it, instead I would usually DLV if anything. She gave me a huge hug and started sucking on my kneck lightly and told me "I love it, its great, I love it!"

I didnt kiss her. When I decided to send her on her way I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her in for the kiss and she puckered her lips up and I kissed her cheek. She tried to turn into my lips but I didnt let her.

We decided to schedule a date for Sunday night before she left. I texted her when I got home @2:54a.m. : "Just got hm, Goodnight sweet friend." ;)
She replied @ 3:57a.m. "Hey I'm back at my friends place in arlington, I had to stop for gas, I did drink a bit tonight and that's not usual for me. But I had a really good time tonight and I will let you know when I get up :)

According to the arrangements we made... She will meet me at my place and then we will go out from there to wherever I end up deciding we should go.

Should I try to fuck her? Or should I keep the sexual tension alive. She's a stripper, she seems like such a good girl. She's probably fucking someone anyways tho I imagine. I don't want to come off as the provider and at the same time I dont want to lose the girl by fucking her too soon....

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[QUOTE=Carnal;38697]
Should I try to fuck her? Or should I keep the sexual tension alive. She's a stripper, she seems like such a good girl. She's probably fucking someone anyways tho I imagine. I don't want to come off as the provider and at the same time I dont want to lose the girl by fucking her too soon....[/QUOTE]

Nice FR.

Things are set up well. She is coming over. Perfect.

I say go for the fuck. The frame from here is very important IMO. If you don't go for the fuck you really start setting yourself as a BF. Is that what you want? Do you want to seriously date a stripper?

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I would like to date her and keep her around for sure. She has amazingly hot friends and I would like to fuck them too. Not going to be her BF but I can tell she's needs the security of having one. She just got out of a LTR about a month ago.

I'm going to try and fuck her. I'd rather over escalate than not.

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Carnal- definitely get after it my friend. Shes a stripper....they come fast....and leave even faster. She's already introducing you to her friends so she's comfortable with having sex with you. One thing I always liked about a stripper is they don't beat around the bush! (not that there is much bush in that business! lol)

And I promise you although she hasn't told you yet, she is more embarassed about her "profession" than you are about your car! Don't bring up her profession either.

You lucky dog you I'm jealous. I miss that life.

Thanks for the info on Loft 610.

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[QUOTE=UncleHOwie;38700]Carnal- definitely get after it my friend. Shes a stripper....they come fast....and leave even faster. She's already introducing you to her friends so she's comfortable with having sex with you. One thing I always liked about a stripper is they don't beat around the bush! (not that there is much bush in that business! lol)

And I promise you although she hasn't told you yet, she is more embarassed about her "profession" than you are about your car! Don't bring up her profession either.

You lucky dog you I'm jealous. I miss that life.

Thanks for the info on Loft 610.[/QUOTE]


Your welcome. You are correct about her being embarassed about stripping. She told me countless times that this wasn't something she was going to do forever... blah blah.

I'm having to do some serious restructuring right now. She flaked on dinner. We are texting back and fourth. Her excuse is that she wasnt feeling good and finals and she feels like she hasnt opened up enough to come over to my house...

She just told me she never met somone that thinks the way I do, and is amazing, and that she feels soo comfortable with.

I wonder if she was afraid she knew she was going to fuck me if she came over but since she feels I'm capable of being a provider she decided not to come. Idk.

Oh wait, I just pulled her... she's on her way.... lol, this was happening as I was typing y field report...

She was making all these excuses up.
I texted her:

You should come see me. You will open up I promise. Or we can both just sit next to each other somewhere and be mutes... who cares!

She replied: I'm so happy you just said that

Me: I havent eaten yet..... ;)

Her: me either, but I havent showered, is it okay if I'm just in a pony tail and sweats? I will shower, lol

Me: Yes c'mon!

Her: Ok I'm gonna hurry up brb

Me: you want me to text you my address?

Her: of course!

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Successful close. She had a bangin body. =)