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mASF post by "Karlos"
posted on: mASF forum: Field Reports Discussion, March 3, 2005

OK last night I got laid for the first time in FIVE YEARS … yes that’s how bad
it was. Anyway I thought I’d post a report about with a few background details
so anyone who’s going through the same things that I have can hopefully find
some encouragement and help. It might be a bit off topic in places but it all
helps explain where I’m coming from.

Background

OK to cut a long story very short, I went to an all male boarding school and in
the holidays lived in a village with NO ONE ELSE my age around. I hated
boarding school and had few friends there. This meant (a) I was very insecure
socially and (b) had no experience with women. Now I’ve studied psychology at
university and it’s a known fact that more people who grow up in all male
boarding schools turn out gay than those that don’t. My older brother is gay.
My mum blew her top. When I left school I was fairly sure I was gay i.e. I
found men attractive (I put this down to the psychological concept of ‘critical
periods’ – but I won’t go into that here), but I didn’t want to have gay sex –
the thought repulsed me. Also my mum would have literally committed suicide if
I was actually gay. Pretty dark, huh?

Anyway between leaving school and yesterday, I have had a girlfriend, a few
snogs, a couple of lays, but all in all I was inept in knowing what to do.
About a year and a half ago a good friend of mine and a ‘natural’ put me in
touch with the Double your Dating ebook. That was very cool. I also moved into
a flat – quite by chance – with two naturals. It was a great inspiration, but
jesus it cut me up every time they brought home some chick and then spent the
next eight hours fucking them stupid. But although that was tough, I knew not
to let it set me back and I learned from observing them, their techniques,
personalities and attitude to life. As they are very good friends they
encouraged me and as fed back any tips they could give me, sympathised with my
failures and celebrated my successes, and they don’t even know anything about
DYD or mASF etc

I also lurked on mASF and read the DYD emails, eventually buying the Advanced
Series DVD and the interview series, and (two days ago funnily enough) the
Attraction Isn’t a Choice ebook. Slowly – and it has been very slow – my game
has improved. I can now go out and get a girl’s number or email address with no
problems. I still have problems with dates – I had one five days ago that
fucked up – but that’s the next step in the process and with the numbers I’m
getting I’m sure I’ll have enough practice to crack that one…!

OK STOP BORING US AND GET ON WITH IT

So last night there was a house party going on in the fashionable, cool, arty
part of town (Hoxton / Shoreditch for those Londoners on the board…). I was in
a good mood before going out as I had got the number of a hot Colombian chick
just the night before. I met up with a group of friends in a pub nearby. Now
these friends are all ‘committed beer drinkers’ and I met them in what I call a
‘smelly old man pub’ i.e. everyone is over 50 with beer bellies smoking pipes
etc. – not the best situation for getting laid. However there is one natural in
that group of friends and more importantly one girl, HBCornish, about a seven –
great tits, good looking face and nice eyes, largish arse.

Now I had met this girl before as she is a friend of a friend, and the last
time we met she was well up for it. She has a pierced tongue and she kept on
playing with it in my mouth while looking at me. Needless to say she’s known as
a bit of a bike. Now I know for anyone else on this board they would probably
be banging her within a matter of seconds if it was them, but this was a few
years ago and I was paralysed with the fear of simply not knowing what to do,
whether I was going to fuck it up (hey, best not to try anything, right?) and
the like. So nothing happened. Fast forward to last night and there she is
again. There wasn’t the immediate come on that there was last time, but I
thought, OK I know she fancies me, it’s just a matter of taking my time,
flirting, not worrying about it, and not being afraid of asking the question
when I feel like it. She was also completely drunk as she and my other friends
there had been watching the rugby – and therefore drinking – since midday.

There was a bit of added social proof as I was coordinating the arrival of two
other groups of friends to the same house party, making it look like I was the
one that knew what was going down, the leader of the pack as it were. There
were a couple of friends in the group that were like, well I don’t know if I
want to come to the party as I gotta get home. I was like, don’t worry, you’re
gonna come out, have a good time, you can stay over at one of our flats if you
need to (they lived out of town), basically being the enthusiastic, leading,
party guy. HBCornish was one of these people. I even told her, don’t worry, you
can sleep round mine. She didn’t react to that, which was a good sign…

So we leave the smelly old man pub, hook up with one group of friends (the
other group are already there) and go to the party. It’s a small flat but there
are lots of people there. Open a few bottles of wine, get chatting to random
people. I notice HBCornish talking to my former flat mate who’s Swedish, good
looking, but has no skills at all, so I wasn’t worried about that! He comes up
to me later and says ‘Man, who’s that girl? She’s fucking fit!’ I say nothing
and just think, ‘I know, I’ll tell you about it later.’ After a while HBCornish
returns to me we sit on a sofa and chart chatting. There’s a lot of teasing. I
call her dirty – not a great stretch of the imagination given that she’s got a
pierced tongue (twice, as it turns out). She also told me she was shy – that
combined with the piercings is a sure sign that she’s as dirty as fuck!

So we’re chatting, there’s a bit of stroking going on as well. I’m getting
tunred on, I’m pretty sure she is as well. In fact I leave it probably a little
too long to suggest getting a taxi, the temperature has cooled down a bit. But
I say ‘let’s make a move’ and she agrees. She goes to the loo on the way out,
and we snog for the first time while she’s waiting. We sort that out and get a
taxi. It’s a bit weird in the taxi to be honest as we don’t talk or touch that
much.

So we get back to mine. My flat mate – a natural – is still up (having just
been on a two day cocaine bender – he needs counselling!) and clocks what is
going on. HBCornish and I go straight to my room – there’s no pretence that
anything else is going on. We get in a settle down, I sort the lights, put on
some music (Lemon Jelly, ’64-’95 – a great shagging album and the gig last
weekend was immense – check them out) and get some water and coffee from the
kitchen. On the way there my flatmate congratulates me and is inordinately
happy on my behalf. It’s great having friends like these, I can tell you.

I get back and the drinks are left untouched, we get right at it, snogging,
writhing around on the bed, rubbing up against each other. I start to take off
her top and we spend the next five minutes taking off each other’s clothes and
flinging them across the room – it’s fucking funny! So now we’re rubbing our
naked bodies against each other, she’s rubbing my cock with her feet – which
was a bit bizarre – and I slowly work my hands to her pussy. I slip inside and
she starts moaning like there’s no tomorrow. I’m thinking ‘great!’ ;o) She’s
hot and wet, and I’m getting her really turned on, she’s squealing really loud.

The thing is I’m not 100% hard, but I sort out a condom and go for it anyway.
She’s loving it, it’s fucking funny, with my lack of experience I’m surprised
she’s enjoying it at all. I guess a good imagination has served me well! Anyway
my lack of experience shows itself up and I come fairly quickly, but she’s
happy. We chill out for a bit and before I know it she’s asleep! She must have
been very drunk.

The next day it’s kinda cool but I need to get that side sorted a bit more – I
think I could have shagged her again when we both woke up at six the next
morning, and possibly again at eleven. But I didn’t, something to try again
next time. I walked her to the station and we said goodbye. Didn’t exchange
numbers or anything (I could get it off my friends if I wanted to) but we both
knew what last night was about and it wasn’t a LTR.

So that was my first lay in five years. A bit obvious maybe but then in the
past I wouldn’t have taken the opportunity. Thank god that I’ve got that out
the way though, and here’s to the next one…



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