Field Report: Brock - "HBTextbook" (Part 2 of 2)
(...continued from 1/9/2008...)
Oh there's something else. An important
factor that made this meet-up happen. I
have a guy buddy in the same town as her
I hang out with sometimes. So I called
him up, and gave him the score. I'm
meeting with this girl, so she won't
feel uncomfortable you and I can hangout
and she can tag along. Get it?
I made sure she understood that in our
phone conversation as well. The reason I
was coming down was to hang out with my
bro. He's hanging out with his
girlfriend, so he'll meet up with me
later. So you've got me for about an
hour tops until he rolls out. See?
As it turned out once I got there my boy
wasn't picking up his phone. I guess he
was having makeup sex with his girl.
That’s fine because once I had been with
her for an hour she didn't need the
reason of my coming to hangout with my
guy friend anyway. I told her I guess he
was having makeup sex with his GF and
explained a bit about the strangeness of
their relationship.
As for the actual interaction itself:
I only knew what she looked like from
online pics. She said she was wearing a
black tank-top and jeans, which fits the
description of 20% of the rest of the
girls in the crowded place we were
meeting. I start yelling out "Barbie!
Barbie! Barbie Doll!" Eventually I find
her. I have already established my
commanding presence with the screaming.
She was a little embarrassed but I told
her not to be shy. I had to find her and
I'm the type of guy who does what’s
needed to get what I want.
Now, I'm not all TOO familiar with the
town. So here was a minor ripple that
next time I'll deal with more
effectively. I didn't know where to go.
This is a logistics thing and you will
encounter it if you party in new cities
a lot. Don't sweat it, here's what I've
learned. Tell her what you're looking
for. I said "Let’s find some place where
we can talk and have a drink." We look
around, its crowded and loud. Not the
ideal get-to-know-ya spot. She suggests
a Jazz bar. I have no idea about this
place, but I say "Cool." and we go.
When we get there the kitchen is closed,
but the hostess says we can have a seat
at the bar. I tell her that a table in
the back is fine since we're not
ordering food and want someplace where
we can talk. She acquiesces. In
retrospect I think this was an important
move: Demonstrating you can adapt and
handle social situations with grace and
dominance.
As we're walking back I pickup a wine
list from the hostess stand. I ask her
what kind of wine she likes, red or
white. She says both. I tell her I like
reds. She agrees that she likes red
wine, but that she doesn't like very dry
wine. She probably drinks blush. When we
sit I ask her if she's ever had a Pinot
Noir. She thinks for a second, but I can
already tell by her reaction that the
name is not familiar to her. I order 2
glasses of Pinot Noir for us. I tell her
its a Red wine that’s very smooth and
sweet, almost like a blush or a white.
The wine and conversation is good, and
we fluff for a while. The obstacle I was
facing was that I wasn't able to kino
her very much with her sitting across
the table from me. I stand up, go over
behind her and get her to stand up as
well. I tell her we're going to play a
game. We play Fuck/Marry/Kill. I give
her horrible choices of guys. She asks
if she has to actually sleep with who
she's married to. I say "Of course not".
She gives me equally horrible women and
laughs at the faces I make at them.
At one point in the interaction we're
looking at each other's drivers
licenses. (She's only 20 by the way, so
she has a fake) I tell her to let me see
if it looks real. It’s actually some
other girl's who is older and looks very
much like her. As she's looking at my ID
I snatch it from her and say "pop quiz,
what’s my middle name?" She doesn't
remember. I jokingly ask her if she
remembers my FIRST name. She says she
stored me in her phone as bond and
starts to get very embarrassed. I don't
really care, but I want her to have the
full emotional roller-coaster experience
so I pretend like I'm hurt and really
@*#$ with her. She turns red. I bust on
her, tell her I'm not going to let her
forget it and that she owes me big time,
and wink
After our first glass of wine is
finished we move over to the bar. I get
a Vodka/Redbull and she has an Amaretto
Sour. I know things are going well
because she's already bypassing her
earlier objections: "I'll only have one
drink. I have to get up early tomorrow,
etc" She's comfortable. We talk about
attraction and what I do for a job. I'm
purposely mysterious about it and
careful how I frame it. It still goes
very well.
We thumb wrestle. I give her a
shoulder/neck massage and ask her how
out of 100%, how much of a bad girl she
is. 10% or 20%? She tells me 80%. This
leads the conversation sexual. We play
the lying game. At this point
(Midnight-thirty) the jazz bar is
closing down. HBTextbook asks where
we're going after this (unstated but
huge SOI). It’s obviously very on.
This is again the wrinkle in my game.
I'm not familiar with the city. If I had
logistics down things would go much
smoother. But I wing it and let her
choose by giving her suggestions: "Show
me your car." (She brought it up in the
conversation when I started talking
about fast cars -- which was off a
meta-thread from James Bond)
We walk to her car with my arm around
her. The conversation is sexual. She
asks me if I like to role-play and if so
what. I tell her one of my tamer
fantasies. When we get to her car, I
playfully make fun of her and tell her
my car would beat her car in a race. I
ask her on a scale of 1-10 how good of a
kisser she is. She says 10 and leans
back against her car and I straddle her.
I tell her I'm invading her space with a
sexual tone. She says "I know" and pulls
me against her. Triangular gaze. Tongue
down.
I tell her we're giving everyone on the
street a free show and we should get in
her car. We do and she has some kinda
pop music playing. I tease her about
that. We kiss some more and then go into
comfort for 20 minutes or so. I tell her
to drive me to my car. She does, and I
tell her that I've never made out in my
car. She calls bullshit. I give her a
cocky smile. Well maybe I've made out in
my car, but I've never had sex in it. I
don't tell her that, but that’s what I'm
thinking.
We make-out in my car. It escalates. Her
LMR is kicking in and I hear her
objecting although I see no signs that
she's really interested in leaving.
Every time I sense LMR i tell her she
should be going and then go back to
making out with her. Amidst the makeouts
some conversation snippets go by. I
follow up on the Victoria’s Secret
thread (I worked there in college, so I
usually bring it up and have some great
stories to go with it) by telling her I
could undo her bra in .7 seconds with 1
hand. It’s a challenge. She tells me her
greatest fantasy is to be taken from
behind by a burglar in her own house and
she wants to role-play it sometime. I
tell her that can be arranged
I find out her living situation: With
her Mom. (DOH!). At this point I'm
tired, although she doesn't seem ready
to go to bed. I tell her I'm going to
have to kick her out. She asks if I'm
going to drive back for the night. I
tell her I'm going to go crash at my
friends who's probably having wild
makeup sex with his girlfriend. I also
give her the future projection scenario
that when I come back down here, I'll
get a hotel for us and we can have hot
breakfast together in the morning. She
likes that idea.
After I leave, as I'm driving home
(friends phone was still off) she texts:
"I am still SO sorry I forgot your
name.. But I had a great time. Thank
you!
" I respond with: "Don't u worry.
I'll make u scream it later and ull
never 4get it. Had a great time too2."
She texts me back: "Haha.. I'm going to
scream bond!"
I leave and go home. I go to Vegas on
vacation. I send her a postcard (I send
all my friends postcards from the cool
places I travel). When I get back I
phone her, she answers and asks about my
trip. I tell her that I had all these
amazing crazy experiences, but I can't
tell her because what happens in Vegas
stays in Vegas. She says plleeeaasseee.
I tell her maybe I can be convinced to
tell her some of my stories over a
drink. We setup a day2. The phone call
took 4 minutes in total.
The day of the day2 she sends me a text
"u still coming to see me". I text her
back "only if you can remember my name
" She responds: "I don't know if I can
promise that
" I respond: "You're a
bad girl."
I call her on the way and ask her what
she's wearing. She asks me if I'm easily
offended, because she's wearing a very
short, white mini-skirt. I pretend to
explode and tell her that I'm going to
drag her to church and spank her with
the bible. She loves it. She asks me
what I'm wearing and I tell her I'm
wearing a burglar costume for her. She's
like WTF?!? I'm like: yeah I have on all
black clothes, black boots, black
gloves, and a ski-mask. She actually
believes me for a second. "OMG really" I
answer "Haha, no not really. I'm wearing
jeans and a black collared shirt" She
lets out a sigh of semi-relief. I
quickly add "The burglar costume is in
my suitcase, I'm saving it for tonight".
Push-pull, push-pull. PUSH Wink Smile.
So I get to her town, check into a hotel
that’s 2 blocks from the bar we're
meeting at and roll out to meet her. She
is waiting in a gazebo and I greet her
with a powerful hug. I like to pick
chicks up and spin them around while
hugging them, a great way to amp BT.
(Just make sure they don't have any
alcoholic beverages in their hands when
you perform this maneuver).
We roll up to the bar and she buys me a
drink (I paid last time, and usually I
suggest alternating for drinks. Its
fair, its fun, and everyone gets drunk.
You buy me one I'll buy you the next
one, etc). There are VERRRYY few people
in the bar, like maybe 9 people total.
The bar tender comes over to us and
serves us and starts chatting us up. He
was being a bit edgy, and at this point
I wasn't expecting to have a
frame-control battle.
I told him how I lived in a lame town
and when I was bored I'd drive down here
to party. He disagreed and tried to
convince me that there was a great
nightlife scene there. Sorry bud. "I
told him the only people who think where
I live is cool are old married people
who like to wear khaki pants. You don't
like to wear khaki pants do you?" He
wanted to disagree with me out of
reaction, but something was stopping him
from agreeing that khaki pants are
trendy. So he stumbles a sec and I blast
some DHVs. I'm from Dallas and it’s my
job to travel around, LA, New York,
Vegas, Miami and hang out at the coolest
nightclubs in the country. But if you
like khaki pants man more power to ya.
At this point I stopped. I had won, but
I wasn't going to humiliate him. No one
likes picking spit out of their drink.
He went off and talked to a 3 set of
girls who were waiting at the bar and
eying down me and my girl.
Soon after that my friend from the town
arrived. After we shook hands I told him
to saddle up to the bar. HBTextbook
busts on me "Did you just say...
saddle..up.... to the bar?" I respond
"Of course I did. I'm from Texas. And
that’s what we say" She is getting more
playful and asks me where my cowboy
boots and leather chaps are. I tell her
they made me give them up when I moved
to South Carolina, so I traded them in
for a pair of jeans and sandals.
The 3 of us shoot pool and I use my
friend's turn to shoot as a time to
secretly yet very obviously grope her.
We stop quickly when he looks and
pretend nothing was going on. More kino
more drinks more kino.
When she wanders off to the bathroom I
tell my bro that I'm going to take her
back to the hotel, and I'll call him
later that week. When she gets back we
shoot one more game of pool and bounce.
My friend goes to his car and we are
walking on the street again. Something
inside me tells me its not quite time to
take her back so I ask her where we can
go. She suggests a bar down the street
that her friend works at.
We meet her friend who is eating mashed
potatoes and drinking beer. I
immediately and of course ask her if
she's Irish. She's a cool girl but I can
tell she is feeling me out. To gain
rapport with her I go my super female
rapport gaining Victorias Secret mode. I
tell some Victoria’s Secret stories and
mirror her mannerisms. Just as she's
about to ask if I'm gay, I do the future
projection scenario where I'm taking
HBtextbook to Vegas and we parachute out
of the plane, crash into a church, and
her parachute unfolds into her wedding
dress! We get married by Elvis and have
an amazing weekend there. But by the end
of the weekend we're so drunk that we
have to get a divorce because she
cheated on me with a chip n dale dancer.
On our honeymoon!
The 3 of us fluff, but I have earned her
silent approval. The time is right. I
whisper in HBtextbook's ear: Let’s go
play my card game, which I mentioned in
passing the first night when we were
making out in my car.
We walk back to the hotel and go to the
room. I have my briefcase of tricks
waiting for me. I hookup my iPod speaker
system so we have background music as a
soundtrack for the seduction. I have
different mixes, but mostly I use
popular dance/hip hop music because of
the strong association that it will
trigger to dance clubs and shaking your
ass. Of course on the dance club, since
it’s a social place you can only
escalate so much and there are many
barriers keeping the escalation from
going beyond a certain point.
Fortunately these barriers do not exist
in our cozy hotel room
We played the card game and the magic
happened. It’s amazing the outcome when
you put two people in an isolated
location, and make them play a game
where they slowly are both taking shots
and taking off their clothes. (ALL of
you guys should know Brock's Card Game
by now. If you don't, you're seriously
missing out). F-Close.
Total Internet Interaction Time: ~20 Minutes.
Total Phone Interaction Time: ~25 Minutes.
Total Day 1 Interaction Time: 4 hours, 30 Minutes.
Total Day 2 Interaction Time up until the F-Close: 3 Hours.
Total F-Close Time: 15 minutes.
Total Time from Approach to Sex: 8
Hours, 30 Minutes.
Subject: HBTextbook Pt. 2 Myspace to f-close 
Fri Mar 28, 2008 1:50 am
