It was so cold and there’s something wrong about the wind or it might be a result of my own imagination as she started to stare at me, oh come on, you just triggered my subject lock button; a prey in my eyes. Nice talk, sweet smiles, pretending that I’m listening, and as the nights go deeper a change of subject pops out. There was a common hidden setting for girls with some alcoholic substance in their blood and all I need to do was to switch it. It often starts with a challenge, then giving her a notion that I don’t know anything about sex and it’s a clue if she starts explaining things that will be followed by a great demonstration of how she does it then the next thing I know was the morning’s up, need to disappear before she starts thinking that it was love. Trying to avoid a default factory defect and most girls have that defect, they often thought that sex was love and starts making imaginary attachments that when they caught someone from their net; they’ll have the right to do anything just to make you look like an asshole.
The key was to smile, just listen, reply (cut something from whatever she was trying to say), be funny, change the subject at the right time, start the soft touch then let the instincts tell you what to do. 85 % working, well maybe for me only…oooppps and a note, let her instincts control her mind before mine… ah yup well done
!Next time, some ideas on how to do some things that persons around me won’t ever believe that I’m doing it. Have something to do with clandestine techniques.!