How can I even introduce Tyler? Many old school readers of mine who knew about the Manosphere years ago when it was just a whisper know about Tyler, dude is legendary in the streets. There are guys who have stories then there guys like Tyler who are about.that.life. To put it into prospective he’s the type of guy who looks too attractive to know game (no homo obvi), but the good fortune is like one of Mitt Romney son’s winning the power ball lottery for 304 million dollars. The first time I met him was after he took one of Roosh’s game workshop where he destroyed the number close record with something absurd like 13. This is the guy betas will scream at the top of their lungs, “Game only works if you look like that”. This is the type of guy where husband come up and ask him to fuck their wives for them (true story). The type of guy who travels and has a girl in every state he touches down at due to his extensive travel for work. We’ve become close friends since that night years ago. So believe me when I tell you what he writes about, the situations he gets into, the girls he fucks… THEY ARE ALL TRUE. The following is a story about never giving up. Ladies and gentlemen allow me to reintroduce Tyler.
I walked through security, as I’ve done so many times before, and I prepared for a flight down to D. C. I was meeting up with a girl I’m dating to go on a get-away weekend in the Shenandoah Valley. I was looking forward to this relaxing weekend. I travel quite a bit, so the tedious steps of ticketing, security and boarding are just routine activity. Personally I love airports. They seem to consist of a lot of good looking people.
I was waiting at my gate. My flight didn’t leave for another 15 minutes. The only open seating left were the awkward middles seats, so I stood back and waited. As I was standing there, I saw a girl to the right of the attendant stand looking my way. She was a very sexy red headed girl wearing a thin leopard long sleeve shirt over a grey shirt. I was the only one standing in that area. I caught her looking again. My blood started pumping. Shortly after, she stood up and walked past me to the magazine stand. Moments later, she was standing 15 feet to my left, waiting for the lines to start forming. Proximity game is a real thing. All I had to do is start a conversation…She yawned, and that was my opportunity. “Why are you already yawning, it’s only 7?” “Oh, I’ve been up since 4:30!” Nothing complicated. She’s a school teacher who lives out in northern MA. She was visiting a friend for the weekend. I could tell she was a little nervous and it turned me on.
I sat in row 20 and she was way up front in the single digits. The flight landed and as I was exiting the plane when I saw the leopard print girl waiting for me outside the gate. I knew I had to get her number fast at this point. I didn’t know if the girl I was meeting was going to be at baggage claim or waiting outside. We talked about our flights for two seconds, and then I closed. “So are you guys hitting some bars this weekend?” Yes she replied, “Cool, well how about I’ll shoot you a text if I end up heading into D.C. and we’ll grab a drink!” We stopped in our tracks for a moment and exchanged numbers. We walked together to baggage claim, and then went our separate ways.
I typically have my phone on vibrate, and I could feel it going off 15 minutes after leaving the airport. “Come grab a drink with me!” I couldn’t have this girl texting me all weekend, so I replied: “I don’t think I’m going to end up in D.C. I’ll text you when I get back to Boston and we’ll figure something out.”
Two weeks later, I was flying back to Boston from Texas and I made plans to meet up with this girl in the Seaport area of Boston. Seaport was close to the airport and it is nice area. I told her to dress up. We met up at the LSK Harbor side. She looked damn good, much better than her casual look at the airport. High heels, nice dress, and her hair was curly…she looked like a woman. The bar was packed, so it was difficult to get the positioning I wanted. I had to sit across from her for the first 2 drinks. The conversation was flowing, but we were not quite clicking. She was really quiet, so I just kept telling stories. I wanted a change in scenery. After an hour we left and went next door to the Whiskey Priest. This place is a little more casual, a little busier.
We pulled up a seat at the bar and I was finally able to sit next to her. I still couldn’t seem to get her that involved in the conversation. She hasn’t traveled much, she’s never lived anywhere else, doesn’t have very many interest, but I can’t just let this night end. I still found her attractive physically. I put in enough effort to meet up, I want to fuck. I know she lives by herself so I am thinking about the next move.
After a drink at Whiskey Priest she was hesitant about having another drink. She was driving and didn’t want to get too drunk. Things were going good…but not great. I started wondering, am I losing it?? Am I just tired?? Maybe it’s just busy here and too difficult to make a better connection? I don’t typically meet up with girls on Fridays or Saturdays, but she wakes up so early during the week I thought it was the best plan of action. I stopped making lame excuses for myself and decided I needed to press on. Let’s get excited, let’s get this done!
“Are there some good bars near your place?”
“Yea there are some…”
“Want to head out to one of those, and then if we get drunk we could just take a cab?”
“Yea, let’s do that.”
Alright, back in this. This was still risky because she lives so far north of Boston, and I live far south. If things didn’t work out, I’d be stuck nearly two hours from my place. I started following her. We approached a green light that turned yellow, and she gunned through it. Did she just do that on purpose?? Fuck this….I stopped at the red light and decided I’m heading home.
Seconds later she called, “Did I just lose you?” “Yes, you ran a red light. It’s getting kind of late anyways…” I was too tired to drive all over Mass, and I was annoyed. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I’ll pull over until you reach me!” Her tone convinced me to stay.
I caught up to her just a minute later. She called me after 20 more minutes of driving and asked if I want to go to a bar, or just go to her house and drink. “I don’t feel like dealing with crowds. Let’s just make some drinks at your place.” She had this decent little townhouse on the boarder of NH and MA. I made us a few drinks, some stiff captain and cokes. We were sitting on the couch just talking. I could tell she was a lot more comfortable here. We finished our drinks, and I suggested we make something else. “Let’s look at what else you have…”
We got up and walked into the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and I stood between her and the door. As she is looked deeply….into the fridge I stepped on her toes with my toes. When she looked up at me, I lightly grabbed the back of her hair and start kissing her. You know when you shake a bottle of soda and then opened it, how it explodes all over the place? That’s basically how this girl’s sexual tension exploded after I kissed her.
She started kissing my uncontrollably. I don’t particularly like that, but whatever. She pulled me over to the couch, laid down and took off her pants. Zero hesitation. I took my shirt and pants off, spread her legs open, grab her ass and started fucking her right on the couch. After 2 minutes, we went upstairs. I expected this girl to be a little more reserved, but she was down for whatever. Her body was tight, nice tits, a nice full ass for a skinny girl. She could take a good fucking. It was definitely worth the input. I finished right in her ass, rolled over and went to sleep.
It ended up being a great night. It is the little successes that reinforce my confidence when I am concerned that a date isn’t going great. Maybe it’s a location change, or a mental check on my mood or enthusiasm, but things can be done to improve a current state of a date. Endurance can pay off, and you cannot doubt yourself. Assume the fuck, and keep on moving forward.