Once again our man Pretty Boy Tyler (PBT) hits the road for that notch and shows us it can be worth it to be adventurous if you play it right.
The potential of getting laid has motivated me to do a lot of things in my life. It has no doubt increased the quality of life I have. It has also motivated me to take extensive risks, or do extraordinarily inconvenient things. Most people I know enjoy conveniently having sex with women, but will not put in the extra effort to get laid. If I get the urge, there is no telling what barriers I will contend with to bed a fine young woman. I prefer to think of them as adventures.
There was this attractive girl who I had met two years ago out in Kentucky. I met her briefly and we talked less than 10 minutes. She was a friend of a friend, and found me on Facebook. Well the last month or so, she had been sending me messages about meeting up. She wanted to come into Boston for a weekend. With school, work and all of the other things going on, I really didn’t have time. I have had women visit before that I didn’t know so well, and it can be a HORRIBLE experience. I met a girl in ATL who came up for a weekend, and I literally dropped her off at the airport a day early to go home. She was crazy and I couldn’t handle her for another day.
I kept dismissing her messages about visiting, so she threw out the idea of me visiting her. I feel more in control when actually flying out to visit someone else. This might seem counter intuitive, but if I’m having a bad time I can take myself to the airport. From experience, it is easier to leave than it is to kick someone out. On a whim, I checked flights and I could do a round trip ticket to KY for under 100 buck and a few frequent flyer points…So I booked it.
After my flight from Boston to CTL, my overhead luggage got stolen (by mistake). Someone grabbed it from the front of the plane, and walked to another gate with it. I was stuck flying to KY with only the clothes on my back. This sucked because I was sweating my ass off in the plane and I just felt gross. Here I am meeting this attractive girl, I am in a horrible mood, and I smell like shit. As soon as I landed, I washed my face off with cold water and looked in the mirror, “if she smells your sweat, the pheromones will seduce her…and nothing in my bag meant that much to you anyways.”
I go outside and she is waiting for me in her silver beamer. I found humor in how shitty my car is in comparison. We were going to a friend’s birthday dinner. It was 5:30, but I told my friend I didn’t get in until 7, so she and I grabbed a few glasses of wine. Up until this point I had not spoken to her aside for the short conversation two years ago. I found her extremely comforting, which I didn’t quite expect. I could tell she had money and I thought she would be a little more up tight and prudish.
We went to our mutual friend’s dinner at a local hibachi grill. We had some sushi, Saki and split an entrée. Everyone went to the bar after, but we skipped that scene and went back to her place. She had a few bottles of wine she wanted to try. As soon as she got back, she threw on some more comfortable and tighter clothes. She was dressed rather conservatively and I had no idea she had the body she had. I felt like a little kid staring at a Christmas present that I couldn’t open just yet!
We lay on the couch. She turned on the TV and handed me the remote. I find TV to be a distraction. I pay $8 a month for cable back home, and I’m not even sure why I do that. So I turn her station to the Frank Sinatra music channel. I really enjoy that music. We open the $80 bottle of wine she has been raving about all night, and let it breathe for a few minutes. I drink a lot of wine, but I have never paid that much for a bottle. I tried to give an unbiased opinion of how it taste, dismissing the cost in my mind. I will admit that it was extremely smooth and highly enjoyable…but I can’t say it was worth that much. A 15 dollar bottle would have sufficed.
This night couldn’t have gone any better. The first kiss was so easy and natural. While we were on the couch I had my arm around her, lightly rubbing her side. The conversation was intelligent and interactive. Once we finished the wine, she just stood up and said, let’s go to the bedroom. She took the words out of my mouth.
I love when women just take care of you, the way they should. The next morning she took me to brunch and we got a little buzz on with bloody marys. We went back to her place for another session before she brought me to the airport. We’re planning another trip out to NY in a month or two…
My luggage ended up in Florida, but otherwise this was a successful trip. There are a few things I’ve learned when taking chances like this. Make the durations short. Have an exit plan. Don’t be indecisive when you get there. When I was a kid, I would ride my bike hours to see a girl. Now, I will drive, take a bus or fly to go visit women. I think it’s just ingrained in me to seek out difficult lays. A bad experience is really just a learning experience. Soon enough you develop some intuition of who you can trust, and how to properly pick you women and destinations.
For another read about traveling for that notch check this post out.