Cock-Blocked By Sexy-Nerd Girl’s Sister…The Field Report Part II

The past few days have been marred by sibling cock-blocks and botched attempts at sleeping with scores of girls ever since Thursday.

Fresh off the heels of being cock-blocked by the son of a MILF, Monday evening was met by another cock-block. But this time- perpetrated by an older sister.

Presuming you had read the previous post where I picked up a sexy-nerd girl at the nightclub Sunday night, you would have known that we had set something up for Monday evening as the following screenshots from FB Messenger depict.


Some time after 7 PM while grabbing something to eat and a few bottles of Smirnoff Ice wine coolers- in the middle of gaming some chick at the barbecue joint- I got a text from the nerd girl as followed.


My original plan was to just meet up, chat on the roadside beside her sister’s apartment, then hopefully get to whisk her away to a fuck-location.

However, she was hungry and wanted something to eat.

Being unfamiliar with the town, it made sense that I scrap the original plan to go grab a pizza instead.

What I didn’t bank on happening was this:


:mad: :( :mad:

Girl: “My sister would like to come along since she’s home alone and doesn’t want to stay by herself”.

What could I have said with such an excuse- be it genuine or not?

I couldn’t have said “NO”! “Fuck your sister”…which would’ve only made me look like a grand douche…which I don’t have a problem with half of the time!

However, I was caught between a rock and a hard place, and had to concede to her big sister tagging along. :(

On an additional note, ‘Safety’ is always an issue with new girls.

Frankly- this chick doesn’t know me but for 12 hours!

That is an insanely ridiculous time bridge to get a girl to meet up with a guy!

Usually, the guy will have had to build comfort/rapport first before getting a new girl to accept meeting up again.

Being that I never had nearly the sufficient time to build any trust/comfort: her sister tagging along under such dynamics, was a given. So I had no wins in trying to convince her to leave the sister at home by herself.

Off to the pizzeria we went- the 3 of us.

As expected, the bulk of the conversation involved the sisters with myself giving an input here and there.

The only privacy we had came when the sister went to collect her pizza as we sat outside the pizzeria.

That “Privacy” only lasted 5 seconds. :(

Interestingly enough, they never hint at me paying for their stuff which amounted to $27.

The most I did was to buy a round of sodas for the 3 of us- simply because I was thirsty myself.

We sat outside of the joint while they ate.

The sister went to a nearby corner store and left us there, so I took that opportunity to physically escalate and get touchy-feely with her while we took a few photos.



Note: for newer guys who struggle with KINO and getting physical/sexual/touchy with women, if you want or need an excuse to touch the girl, then tell her “let’s take a few pics”.

Rightfully get close, throw your arms around her or what not, and you’re set in that you will have established KINO/touch without coming off as a complete non-calibrated weirdo.

As for myself; I need no excuse nor perfect moment to touch the girl. But as you advance, you’ll get better at touching a girl naturally in a way that doesn’t freak her out.

Anyway, so we took about 10 pics including some with her sister as she returned.

I consider this making the best out of the situation.

If you happen to be on a so-called date and things don’t go according to plan, there’s no reason to brood, draw and sulk at the turn of events. Such an outlook kept me balanced throughout the debacle.

However, I had no time at all to establish anything romantic!

By 10:30 PM, shit turned into a yawn fest as I was bored out of my fucking mind listening to girl talk and periodically giving my input!

We met up since about 7:15 PM and it was going on 11, and absolutely nothing went down remotely close to sexual intercourse. :mad: :shock: :mad:

By 11, I suggest I walk them back home since it was getting late.

The sister had successfully managed to cock-block the fucking shit out of me as a 3rd-wheel!

As we approached her sister’s apartment, I grabbed my girl’s hand in order to brake her from walking while allowing the sister to take the goddamn cue to go inside and leave us be for at least some minutes.

She took the non-verbal cue and went inside while I embraced my girl outside.

The only moment we ever got to flirt was the last minute of the night.

Everything from hand caressing, finger hold to hugs and smooches I tried to pack within 60 seconds.

I called it a night. Took my loses and went home.

Irony is, I was supposed to meet up with a girl whom I’d picked up at the lounge days earlier, but completely slipped my mind until I got home and in bed.

All in all, she leaves Friday, so I have a few more days to make something come of this…like my cock in vaj.


Picked Up A Sexy-Nerd Girl In The Nightclub Sunday Night

Sunday night after departing from the debacle of the botched meet-up where I was cock-blocked by the MILF’s son, I decided to hit up the club about 1:30 AM [Monday morning] after being home and unsatisfied with the turn of events.

While there, I Facebook closed a sexy-nerd looking girl from the neighboring island.

By “Facebook Close”, I mean that we exchanged FB-contact info [names] and added each other.

As I spotted her dancing in the club, I approached from a 45 degree angle and opened over the shoulder as lots of guys in pickup are taught to do.

I don’t think I have to tell you what opener I used again. ;)

She smiled and we shook hands upon introduction then I parted ways in search of some other chicks.

Note: Getting the contact info of girls in the club is almost always a lost cause since they won’t particularly remember you after the alcohol has worn off.

However, this chick was sober.

Monday night, through Facebook Messenger, I set up the Day2 [meet-up] for which will have entailed chatting on the sidewalk outside of her sister’s apartment.

Setting up a date/meet-up through Facebook/text, is absolutely the worst and most ineffective way to go about setting anything up. But I rolled the dice on it anyways…and was lucky!

Being a visitor on island, during our initial chat while picking her up, she mentioned that she was staying with her sister for a week. Being very familiar with the part of town her sister lives in, I took that as a green light to suggest a meet-up there.

Note: You always want to read certain cues and clues that the girl will have dropped in conversation

Seemingly meaningless pieces of information can actually mean a lot, and be your hint to what the girl wants.

Hence, if the girl mentions during convo that she’s only here visiting for 3 days, you ought to take that to mean she’s imploring you to act fast!

In addition to that, whenever you pick up a girl who is a tourist, visitor, etc, you cannot fucking afford to waste time to set something up!

Therefore, here is the chat-log from Monday afternoon while led to our meet-up Monday evening…which is an interesting tale you won’t want to miss in my next post.




Sunday Night Failed Attempt At Sleeping With The Mom I Picked Up Sunday Morning

After picking up the mom Sunday morning in front of her kids, because she’s scheduled to leave the following morning, I had to bump her up the priority ladder ahead of the other girls whom I’d picked up during the week.

Anyway, this is how it went Sunday evening.


By “home”, she meant at the guest-house which she was staying with her 2 kids and a grown sibling.

Being that it was almost 10 PM, I was banking on the small kid being asleep.

I arrived at her place and texted her while I was outside.

The message kept lagging and wasn’t going through because my battery went dead as I got to my destination.


No signal, dead battery, don’t know which apartment this MILF is staying in, so I called her name a few times in hopes that she hears someone calling her from the sidewalk.

On the 3rd exclamation of her name; she answered!


I waited with a plastic bag containing 2 bottles of Smirnoff Ice.

My aim wasn’t to get her drunk then try to fuck her.

I find that girls love wine coolers, hence I always bring along a few on such missions as inducements…plus I don’t drink heavy liquor, so wince coolers are my favorite.

Now, I expected her to emerge from the apartment alone. But the kid who must have been about 5 years old, pranced along with her.

“Fuck No”! :mad:

If there’s 1 downside to picking up mothers, is the potential indirect cock-block from a clingy child.

I was then forced to play the nice-guy role as the kid sat on the steps with us, essentially wedging himself between me and his mom. :(

I tend to believe that young kids instinctively cock-block any advances upon their mother from any strange men.

Call it a 6th. sense that children were born with.

At this point, I was sensing a totally let down that I might not be able to escalate sexually on this fine-ass MILF.

To add insult to injury, the kid kept trying to build rapport with me by interjecting every time his mother asked me a question.

Mom: “So, how’s your night”?

Me: “Well…”

Kid: “Hey, what is your name”?

Me: “Kenny”!

Kid: “You look like someone I know. You have the same face. Same beard, same hair…”

“C’mon kid! Shut up already! I’m trying to get something started here with your mom”!

I said beneath my breath.

What really annoyed me was that the mother made no attempts to muzzle her son, neither to kindly tell him to excuse himself or send him to his room.

In most cases, the mother almost always senses the social awkwardness and sends the child away.

On this occasion: it seems like I was stuck! :(

Ten minutes went by, 20 minutes, 25 minutes, 30, 35, 40…almost an hour.

Our entire conversation resembled that of platonic-fucking friends!

For almost an hour, there were no leeways and no possibilities for me to get sexual: verbally nor physically!

Can’t believe an entire fucking night about to go down the drain in such a fashion…helplessly!

A bit later, the mother’s biggest child- a teenager- came outside complaining that she was hungry and that they should go look something to eat from a fast-food spot.

At that point, I was faced with 2 choices:

1.) Excuse myself and leave

2.) Tag along and hope for the best

I chose to tag along!


You never know if things may change later on.

All 5 of us took to the road (on foot) in search of a fast-food spot that is open after 11 PM.

As we walked, I tried my best to walk close to the mom in order to get some time with her.

I grabbed her fingers and held her hand as we walked.

She didn’t react badly at all to my attempt at brisk romance and PDA.

Why I had to do this was very clear. Judging from the interaction so far, I was almost forced to put myself into the friend-zone since our chat was strictly platonic.

Hence, I had to make a romantic gesture at some point before she thinks to herself that I was a complete-fucking wuss. So I held her hand for about a minute as the 5 of us walked.

By the way, this was outside of the view of the others. So such a move was a little secret between the mother and me.

After a while- another 40 minutes- we made it back to the guest-house, they opened the door to the apartment and everyone went inside…but the kid.

The mother sensed that it was over-kill so she yelled at the kid to go inside.



The only moment of privacy we had in 2 hours.

I immediately clamped down upon her by suavely taking her hands with mines, pulling her towards me from off of the steps.

She smiled as she talked about the music playing in the distance.

Knowing this was my last opportunity of the night to at least get sexual, I escalated rapidly from the time the door closed with us on the outside standing, staring at each other.

She gave the slightest bit of token resistance by playfully moving away when I tried getting behind her in order to caress her shoulders and make out with her neck.

We engaged in this playful flirting and push-pull for about 10 minutes.

I decided to call it quits after a while.

Pulled her into me for an embrace and kiss goodbye then parted ways.

That was it.

On a persona level, this was my 2nd time being cock-blocked by a girl’s kid(s).

When trying to bang women with young kids, this is a common thing you’ll have to face. Thus it is a gamble with time; whether you’ll waste it or get some free time to connect with the girl.

Well- that’s the how the cookie crumbles.

Quick Sunday-Morning Pickup Of Mom In Front Of Her Family

Oh- Did I forget to mention that I am an ardent mother-fucker?

;) ;)

This morning while heading home on foot from the local grocery store, walking ahead of me was a group of 5 people.

Interestingly enough, the sexiest of the bunch happened to be the most mature-looking one.

I walked faster trying to catch up to them.

Usually, whenever someone is coming up behind of a group of people, he or she walk around them in order to pass- not exactly try to break the group by walking right through them.

However, knowing that I wanted to chat up someone of the bunch, I walked up on them directly, slowed my pace, so much so that the awkwardness was apparent…which is what I wanted.

I then decided to open the mother:

Me: “Hey, why do you look so familiar for some reason. That’s strange”!

Mother: “Oh! That’s because you probably see me around here all the time”.

Me: “Could be. So what are you girls up to”?

Mother: “Just coming from the beach with my kids”.

Me: “Kids!? You look mighty young to have such big kids”.

Mother: “Trust me- I’m old”!

Me: “You keep yourself looking fit and sexy then if that’s the case”.

The walk-and-chat conversation carried on for about 25 minutes.

Nothing special happened by way of flirting and stuff since she wasn’t alone.

As we made it to an intersection, she pointed to a building and said that is where she lives, as if to say bye.

Me: “Hey, it was nice talking to you. Later, I’ll be going out to a concert. I’m sure you’re aware of it”.

She then took the initiative to throw her phone number at me because I even told her to give it to me.

Some women you’ll come across who know what the deal is, and they are keen on hints and suggestions.

She agreed to hang out later, so that’s a plus.

We then parted ways.

Picking up girls in front of their kids or family members isn’t something that I do at all.

This has only happened once prior…and that was well documented some weeks ago.

Picking up married MILF in front of her kid

Usually, I would bypass the set/girl if she’s apparently accompanied by her children or relatives.

This mom was just too fucking sexy to bypass!

Not even her daughter who looked about 20-ish, was nearly as sexy as the mother!

Another thing that I’ve noticed from picking up mothers in front of their children, is that the mothers seemed totally un-bias and oblivious to how socially awkward this could be for their children.

On the brighter side, I can imagine how flattering it can be for a mother to have herself hit on and picked up in front of her daughter(s), essentially re-confirming her sexuality and viability on the dating and mating market.

Women are very vain and self-conscious as we all know.

It doesn’t take much for a woman with children to feel as though she’s unwanted and obsolete.

Hence, it is HIGHLY flattering and welcoming whenever a guy- particularly a younger one- approaches her to try and pick her up.

I mean, at the end of the day, she can even go home and brag to her daughter that a guy chose to pick her up instead.

It can be 1 of those mother-daughter taunting sessions that lots of mother-daughter couples engage in.

After I’d picked up this mother of 3 this morning, I texted her just so that she gets my phone number and to subsequently meet up later.


Keep you posted.

Quick Pickup Of An Elementary-School Counselor MILF & An 18 Year Old [Saturday Night Pulls] + The Conversion Factor & Prioritization

Picking up girls is a piece of cake.

I’ve proven this time after time, year in year out over the last 7 years particularly since become adroit in this art.

Getting a girl to cough up her contact information, i.e phone number, is as easy as taking a piss at the crack of dawn.

You will have reached this realization as you advance in the field.

Last night [Saturday, May 23], to add to my list of girls picked up, I managed to pick up 2 new girls of totally different caliber: 1 being a guidance counselor for elementary-school kids in her early 40’s. The other having just turned 18, unemployed and doesn’t have a path in life.

Counselor Pickup

Ok, while standing on the roadside outside of the lounge that I went to Friday night, a sexy-ass tall girl wearing pinkish-denim jeans walked by.

I was totally caught off-guard being that my eyes were glued to my Android phone.

I’d only noticed her in passing.

What really attracted me was the way she walked. So I took chase from about 30 yards behind of her- hurriedly trying to catch up.

I threw my favorite-default opener/ice-breaker which rarely ever fails me:

“Hey, you look so familiar like we’ve met before. Do we know each other”?

Like clockwork- the girl goes into her head trying to gauge whether she recognizes my face or not.

Of course she doesn’t recognize me! ;)
Me: “Ok forget about it. Isn’t important now. I’m Kenny”.

MILF: “I’m ***. By the way I’m sorta lost. I’m supposed to meet some friends and they told me they are staying somewhere around here but I don’t know the area”.

After a while of this [trying to figure out where her friends are], I switched gears.

Me: “What are your plans for the night. You might want to be my date”.

MILF: :lol: I’m supposed to meet my boyfriend just now. He’s calling”.

Her phone rang. Apparently, it was her boyfriend.

MILF: “He said to meet him near ******’s bar”.

Me: “Oh, I know where that it. It’s a long ways further down on the same street”.

We walked the way and chatted.

Found out that she doesn’t live here but just visiting for the concert over the weekend.

I kept trying to convince her to come with me to the concert and ditch her boyfriend. ;) :twisted:

She laughingly declined.

She seemed somewhat nervous about something as we approached the bar where her boyfriend was to meet her.

Sensing this, I said to her, “Seem uncomfortable”.

MILF: “Just that I know how jealous my boyfriend gets when he sees me talking to guys. If he sees me talking to you on the corner, he’ll have a fit”.

Her phone rang again.

Her boyfriend asking her where did she reach.

Not knowing the area, she couldn’t really say where.

I wasn’t gonna help her with those details anyway. :twisted:

Sensing this wasn’t going to go in the direction I wanted it to; I decided to grab her phone number.

Me: “Anyway, I have to run. Lemme take your number. I’ll shoot you a text and if your boyfriend gets on your nerve, we should hang out at the concert later on”.

She laughed.

MILF: “Ok. It’s ****528″.

Hugged her and parted ways.

It was about 9:30 PM and my girlfriend kept texting my phone as I was to meet up with her. :( :shock:

I texted the guidance counselor MILF on Whatsapp after I’d picked her up.


That was that on this set.

18 Year Old Pickup

A while later while pacing up and down a particular busy intersection, I spotted a girl prancing by.

Me: “Hold on! Hold on! Real quick! Just a second”!

I flashed my cellphone light in order to get her attention as she looked back and slowed down.

I ran to meet her.

Once again throwing my favorite opener.

Me: “You look very familiar like someone I know…which is why I stopped you”.

She gave me a pensive look [as usual], trying to see if she recognizes me.

Me: “Anyway, that was probably someone else. So what’s up for a girl like you tonight”?

Girl: “Just heading to the Lime Nightclub”.

Me: “This early!? It’s way too early. I doubt that it’s even open”.

We kept on walking towards the direction of the club.

Me: “By the way you look mighty young”.

Girl: “I’m 18…just turned 18″.

After we walked and chatted for a while, I told her we should sit somewhere for a bit.

Girl: “Where”?

I looked around but couldn’t find a place to sit and chat.


We kept walking instead.

Me: “A sexy girl like you doesn’t have a date tonight. What’s up with that”?

Girl: “I do have a boyfriend but he’s not here. So I’m meeting up with my cousin at the club. So…how old are you”?

Me: “I’m 30″.

I never really shave off any age when chatting up women. But since she was very young, I told her I was 30 instead of 33.

Me: “Old enough to be your father”.

Girl: “Isn’t that interesting”.

Obviously, she had no way to go.

The club wasn’t open yet, so she stood at a corner wondering which route to take.

Me: “Let’s go through there”!

Girl: “But I don’t know you. I can’t just go with you like that”.

I should’ve just walked/lead but I dropped the ball and allowed her to pick the route. So we headed straight.

As traffic came heavily, I took that as an opportunity to hold her.

I took her arm and pulled her out of traffic as she was walking nearer to the street:

Me: “You wanna get knocked down”?

We walked for a while and stopped outside of a barbershop.

Honestly, I was fucking tired of walking!

Imagine doing this from Thursday to Sunday- every fucking weekend, year in, year out, trying to take girls home!

Me: “Alisha! Stop! Come here girl”!

She turned around:

Me: “Where are you going”?

Girl: “Just walking. Might go to a bar right ahead and hope I see my cousin”.

We stood there talking for a bit.

I had 2 choices:

1.) Go with her to the bar, get to spend more time, then hopefully fuck her at the end of the night

2.) Take her number and try to set something up for the following day

She wanted me to continue walk with her and likely hit the bar.

The spirit was willing but the feet weren’t able.

I took her phone number and let her go about her way.

She was a prime target for Same-Night Sex: wanted to go to the bar to drink, doesn’t have any real plan, etc.

It hurts when you’re not able to keep up.

Maybe I’m getting old?

Conversion & Prioritization In The Game

Picking up girls is a piece of cake as I mentioned at the top of the article.

I always preach to you guys who are readers of my blog, that getting girl’s phone numbers is almost a given for me.

Put me in a packed nightclub and let me loose, and I’ll guarantee to be able to get 95% of the girl’s phone number in the venue within record time.

What makes me so adroit and skillful at this- apart from year’s worth of practice- is the realization that women cannot say no!

Sure they can…which brings up a great dichotomy! But, it is next to impossible for a girl to not give a guy her phone number.

Now, you may say to yourself, “But Kenny! I can’t fucking get phone numbers to save my life! Girls always tell me no. So how can you claim it is that easy”!?

Once you learn the mechanics of how to do this correctly, you will have come to the realization also, that women are more than willing to cough up their phone number in a heartbeat.

However, that is the least of your worries…mines also.

Ok, lemme ditch out some raw stats here just to bring things into perspective.

Over the last 2 weeks, I’ve picked up over 30 women.

By “picked up”, I mean getting their phone numbers.

A portion of those pickups occurred online [Facebook], while the remaining portion took place on street approaches.

Over the past week however, of the 20 or so girls whom I’d picked up, about 16 of them were from cold-stranger approaches on the streets.

Now, it is 1 thing to be able to collect phone numbers. But another thing to convert these into something tangible: SEX!

I am NOT in the business of collecting phone numbers for the sake of it!

My primary and ultimate goal is to fuck!

If the girl isn’t down with that program; I delete her and move on quickly! And by “quickly”, I mean within a matter of 16 hours sometimes, once I realize that the girl just wants a text-buddy or a virtual shoulder to cry on.

She can use another guy’s shoulder to cry on.

I am only looking for sex notches.

What I do with the greater portion of the phone numbers I get, is to prioritize based on existential factors.

It isn’t logical nor wise to waste time [days, weeks and months] trying to convert a non-DTF chick into a lay, when you could’ve simply concentrated on another girl whom you’d picked up, who might have been DTF from the get-go.

I see plenty of guys fall victim to such grave miscalculation by wasting time on the girls who aren’t interested.

Having a prioritization strategy will take care of this.

I choose to dedicate my time to certain girls based on certain factors and questions such as:

*Is she here permanently?

*Is she just visiting?

*When is she leaving?

*When does her boyfriend come back?

*Does she live nearby?

Those questions are factored into the decision-making process whenever I pick up a bunch of girls, but not sure as to which one to tackle first and give priority.

Case in point; it makes no sense to place as priority 1, a girl who lives in your town, over a girl who’s just visiting family in your town for the weekend.

Girl 2 should get the priority nod by virtue of logistics and the fact that she’s leaving within a matter of 2 days.

As we speak, there are about 20 new numbers saved to my Android’s contact list of girls whom I’d picked up over the last day or 2.

Of those 20: 4 of them are visitors on island for the weekend’s concert, slated to leave around Monday afternoon.

Since it is Sunday, May 24th, I have literally 24 hours to try to have sex with 4 girls.

This isn’t possible…at least not for my sex drive which isn’t high as the average guy’s who doesn’t get laid.

However, this is where prioritizing plays a key role again with these 4 visitors who’ll be leaving by tomorrow afternoon.

Hence, of the 4, I will have to narrow it down to the most DTF 1 or 2 of the 4.

If all 4 are readily DTF: then I have a huge problem on my hand, which still means I would have to narrow it down to 1 or 2.

When these 4 girls will have left the island after Monday, I can then focus my cock on the remainder of the 20 who are local girls, thus I was afforded time to put them on the back-burner until.

I’ll keep you guys updated.

From Picking Up Bubbly Bartender To Paying A Hooker $100 For Blowjob – Friday-Night Field Report

Adventure and risk are huge parts of my lifestyle.

Last night [Friday], I went out early as accustomed to [6:30 PM] in order to grab a snack and hit the bar.

I ran some street game before hitting up any venue.


Nothing came much of this since I was merely warming up those social engines.

I made my way to a lounge which was heavily trafficked on Main street.

Seen a guy I know- a former wingman from years ago- so we chatted a bit while I scoped out the scenery for something I can pull.

There were some girls in the venue but they were almost sloppy drunk so I passed up on them.

Ordered myself a Smirnoff Ice at the bar counter, went outside of the lounge to a seating area on the roadside to watch on.

Minutes later, I noticed a girl outside speaking to some of the other patrons.

Oblivious that she was 1 of the bartenders [on break], but probably some girl hanging out, I approached her.

Me: “Do you recognize the face”?

This by the way is 1 of my favorite ice-breakers/openers.

The bartender began to look at me closely with a pensive look, “…I don’t think I know you…”.

Me: “Ok, it doesn’t matter. That was in the past. By the way I’m Kenny”.

Key point guys, whenever using such an opener, you always want to snip and stack it fast!

In other words, you change the fucking subject!

Girl: “I’m ******”.

She told me that she was on a break so she decided to grab a seat right where I was standing.

Lots of other guys were trying to cat-call her while she sat. But as expected: cat-callers get ignored.

I was the only guy who had the balls to actually step up with something meaningful.

Seizing an opportune moment, I amped up the sexual temperature right away as she sat and kind of fanned herself with her blouse, which exposed her cleavage since I was standing where she sat.

Me: “Hey, hey, hey, what are you trying to cause out here by exposing your tits? There are kids around”.

Bartender: ” :lol: No kids around! But it’s hot as hell! And I’m not exposing anything”.

She said laughingly.

Me: “Well doing that may cause some bodily reactions. You see all these guys out here”.

Bartender: “Well maybe they need to learn how to control themselves”.

Me: “Easier said than done”!

After a bit of flirting, her break finished and she excused herself and went back into the lounge.

She gave me some non-verbal signals and hints that she would like to further chat inside.

I took the non-verbal cue/hint to follower her inside.

She leaned over the bar counter as if to engage me head on in convo.

This is what we call “Locked In” in the seduction community, when you have the girl displaying subtle body language which makes it clear that she wants to talk/listen…at least clear to someone like myself who is able to read body language.

As she leaned in attentively, I mirrored her [a psychological and subconscious seduction technique].

By “mirroring someone”>, you’re essentially mimicking their movements in order to gain rapport/connection.

Hence when she leaned in towards me [over the counter]; I did the same…which builds trust and connection.

I looked straight into her eyes and down to her lips as we talked.

When faced to face with a girl during convo, you don’t want to exactly keep your eyes laser-focused on her eyes…which is a good thing as you’re establishing eye contact.

What you want to do instead, is to switch your gaze/eyes going from her lips to her eyes.

If you want to get really sexual; you stare at her boobs.

I hear guys and gals say that women don’t like when guys look at their boobs while in convo.


Women don’t like the “wrong kind of guys” [weak men aka Beta-Males] staring down there.

However, a girl will be pleased and flattered to have a dominant guy admire her goods!

Me: “When you’re done from here, we should hit up the club for some dancing”.

Bartender: “I’m thinking about going out after my shift finishes at 1. But I must tell you though…I have a boyfriend”.

Me: “That’s cool. Hope he doesn’t get jealous knowing you’re here flirting with another guy”.

She laughs.

Bartender: “Nah! He’s a secure guy. He trusts me because he knows the type of woman I am”.

I always laugh whenever girls say this to me: that their significant other can trust them…yet they are out being hit on by some other guy…and enjoying it.

That’s besides the point! ;)

I quickly changed the topic off of boyfriend since she wanted to belabor the point.

Note: whenever a girl falls into a pattern of talking about her BF, you always want to cut that shit early!

Don’t entertain it!

Hence I said to her, “Woa, woa, woa! Why are we talking about your boyfriend here”?

She laughs, sensing that I am a real man who doesn’t give a shit about her relationship status, and that her boyfriend has no relevance to us.

At this juncture, I touched her [KINO] on her hands as they were outstretched towards me.

Another point of psychology here.

Whenever a girl is attracted to a man [without her conscious knowledge]: she physically submits to him!

By stretching her hands out in front of you, it is a subconscious sign that she is surrendering herself to you just as a captive would to his or her captors with their arms extended out.

If a girl is NOT attracted to you, she will keep her body language tight, arms close and close to herself.

In essence, she is building a fortress of resistance against you by keeping her arms inward.

If she does the opposite and leaves her upper-body region exposed by having her arms in front of her (towards you), it is a sign that she’s handing herself over to you…unbeknownst to her.

These are things women cannot hide and cannot control!

They are done on an unconscious or subconscious level without her knowledge.

Hence, a girl can NEVER pretend because her body language will always expose what she truly feels.

As you advanced in this field, you’ll be able to read these signs like a Jedi master.

Anyway, so as we talked, I nonchalantly touched her on the outstretched wrist and hands, letting her know that I was keen on her cues.

During all of this, customers and patrons were always interrupting at intervals, so lots of state breaks [interruptions] occurred.

If you really want to know if a girl is locked-in or interested, pay attention to what she does/says after she would have been interrupted.

As she dealt with a female customer, I turned away with my back towards her as if I was losing interest in her.

She tapped me on the shoulder and let me know she’ll be there in a second.


This is the power of the “Body-Rocking Out” technique.

Read: Body Rocking by Mystery, the PUA godfather.

As she finished dealing with the customer, she re-engaged me in convo, so I turned around and faced her again.

Sensing that I had enough IOI’s [Indicators Of Interest] to escalate sexually, I said to her, “I must be real with you”.

Bartender: “Tell me”.

Me: “You have the most sexy fucking lips on the planet…and it’s not the alcohol talking”!

She laughed aloud and blushed at the sexual spike…which was my intention [to cause her to blush].

Long story short: we kept getting interrupted as expected by customers since she was working.

Me: “Hey, I’m gonna get going because it’s a bit too hectic here. I want to whatsapp message you tomorrow and we catch up and maybe meet up at the bar”.

Bartender: “Ok fine. But I don’t have any internet connection to whatsapp you while at work”.

Me: “Isn’t there wifi here”?

Bartender: “I’m not sure”.

Me: “Screw it. I’ll just call you the old-fashion way then to see what’s up”.

Now, this is where “Token Resistance” comes in.

Guys, you need to realize that it is part of the game to have the girl object to your advances.

It doesn’t mean she isn’t interested!

Thus, she said to me as I suggested she give me her #:

“But I work here all the time. You can see me here if you want to talk”.

Don’t fall for it!

This is what I said to her:

Me: “Hey, hey ,hey…don’t run that shit on me ok. I’m a grown fucking man. You’re at work! I don’t want to bug you while you work. So…the number”.

She coughed it up as expected!

A girl just wants a reason to satisfy her brain as to why she should give you her number.

She wants to see that you really mean what you say.

Saying to her (as I did) that she’s working and I don’t want to bug her on the job, is good enough plausible reason.

We exchanged numbers and I walked out shortly afterwards.

It was about 10:45 pm.

My next plan?

Hit up a concert…eventually.

The thing is, this weekend is a weekend of events for the Carnival season here on island.


Lots of concerts and shows have been taking place since Thursday through Monday.

After leaving the lounge, I decided to hit up a bar in another part of town.

I don’t drive so I walked for about 45 minutes until I got to the seedy bar which is where hookers are known to frequent.

I wasn’t there at all to game any hooker might I add.

I was merely looking to burn some time until the concert kicks off about 1 AM.

It was only about 11:20 at this time, so I had lots of time to burn.

My original wingman- a natural [someone who doesn’t know about pickup but is still good with women]- spotted me again:


My original and only wingman ever

“Hey Socialkenny Joseph. What’s up”?

We chatted a bit then separated.

Almost 2 hours later, from a distance, I spotted him chatting up a thick light-skinned girl who didn’t appear to be a hooker…at least not from my vantage point.

Some dude, who apparently seen me talking to my former wingman, walked by with a sexy-fucking girl on his arm and he asked, “Hey, where did your friend go”?

Me: “Who’s that”?

Random Guy: “******”.

Me: “Oh! I can’t say. I seen him talking to a girl over there”.

Random Guy: “Oh, a “worker”?

In Caribbean English jargon, a “worker” and “working”, pertain to “sex” worker and prostitution.

Me: “I’m not sure who the girl is”.

Random Guy: “I think she’s working because her friend here is trying to find her…and she’s working too”.

Whatever the random guy was saying to me wasn’t registering. I didn’t know where he was coming from. But I do know that the girl on his arm was highly FUCKABLE!

As the random guy and the hooker walked off [I later learned she’s a hooker], while pacing back and forth, 2 girls stopped me and this happened.


I was definitely taken-aback by such an aggressive approach.

I see hookers as female versions of PUA’s.

They don’t have much fear in approaching a guy and letting him know what they are about.

Therefore, I respect their game and method…though it always leaves me puzzled since I’m not used to girls approaching me [since girls don’t approach guys anyway].

Since I didn’t have any $5 bill on me, I end up giving her a $10 and went our separate ways with a false promise that I would see them later.

About 10 seconds after, I noticed ahead of me walking were my original wingman and a girl whom I had come to learn is a Jamaican hooker.

Just in back of me as I walked up the avenue, was the other guy- the random dude who asked about my ex-wingman- and the sexy girl on his arm.

Not so apparent to me at the time, this was a double mission to go bang these prostitutes.

As the random guy and the hooker caught up to me while I walked slowly, he asked me if I knew where a certain apartments were.

I told him, and they both detoured.

Something about this hooker bitch had my dick pulsating…perhaps the extra-short skimpy dress!

Generally, I don’t fuck hookers unless I have the money to waste and I come across one who puts my sexual urges into overdrive…which is rare for a prostitute to do.

Last night [Friday] was 1 such night. But the random guy went away with her…to fuck [presumably].

I decided to turn around and head back to the seedy bar in hopes that she returns.

After about 50 minutes of lingering outside of the bar, I spotted them coming back.

There was 1 dilemma.

I didn’t want any ‘regular’ girl outside of the bar to see me make a move with a hooker. So I took preemptive measures. Instead of waiting until they got into plain view right in front of the bar, I decided to meet them half way before they got into plain view.

To my astonishment, the guy sorta knew I was scheming on the hooker, so he said to me:

“Hey man. You want to do business with her”?

Not used to shagging hookers, I was somewhat embarrassed as to what I should say.

The hooker turned back and said, “Wait here. I’ll be back right now”.

I waited on the corner of the avenue and noticed that the girl was returning with my former wingman and the hooker he was with.

“Dammit! Where the fuck is the confidentiality with these bitches”! :mad:

I said to myself!

I didn’t want anyone to know I was to fuck a hooker!

In all honesty, I was more interested in getting a blowjob than full-blown sex.

She re-approaches me:

“So what do you want us to do? What are you looking for and how much you willing to spend”?

Me: “It depends. I really just want a blowjob”.

Hooker: “Come on! Let’s go”!

My former wing spots me, “Socialkenny Joseph…my nigga”!

I’m saying to myself, “Fuck”!

However, I was somewhat comforted in know that he had just fucked a prostitute, so I have no reason to feel ashamed for doing the same. But I still wanted some confidentiality dammit!

The 4 of us walked and discussed the logistics.

The girls seemed to know where to go.

I spotted an abandoned building and we headed there.

Naturally, I expected us to enter the fucking building, so I crawled underneath some bushes and made my way inside.

Hooker: “Hey, where are you going? Let’s go behind. We don’t have to go in. This may be someone’s property”.

What an irony that someone who lives such a daring and risky lifestyle, is actually concerned about ownership of a deserted edifice.

Apparently, this chick wanted to fuck literally outside in the bushes…though it was very dark and I’m always game for sex outdoors.

I conceded and we went out back.

The other chick who accompanied my former wingman was sitting there on a mound watching.

I’m like, “WTF! Why is your friend just sitting right there watching us”!?

Hooker: “Are you uncomfortable? It’s ok baby”.

She stretched her hand out.

I pulled out the only money I had left on me…which was a hard $100 bill.

She looked at me like I was crazy.

“Gimme $50 more”.

Me: “I don’t have anything more. Just that”.


She took it and proceeded.

The thing is, hookers in this part of the Caribbean usually charge between $80-$100 XCD, which is equivalent to about $30 USD.

Imported hookers from Jamaica however, have the tendency and reputation to overcharge for sex.

Spanish hookers [Dominicans] around these parts would do business for $60 (or $15 USD) if you insist.

The ones from Jamaica rarely ever budge. It’s either $100, $150 or no sex.

I know this because I’ve tried to game hookers in the past in order to fuck them for free.

Anyway, as I handed her the last $100 I had on me, as if she had some sort of zip suit on, within a blink of an eye, she was undressed and trying to un-buckle my belt.

Me: “You sure we shouldn’t go inside the building”?

Hooker: “It’s ok here man. Nobody can see us”.

I pulled my pants and boxer-briefs down and she proceeded to slide the condom on with her teeth and lips alone [no fingers- no hands].

“A pro huh”?

I said to myself.

At this point, I had all intentions to fuck her…though I thought I only wanted a blowjob. But after seeing her body unclothed in the faintness of the night, I wanted to be inside of this hot-dirty prostitute!

One dilemma: I couldn’t get a hard enough erection for intercourse.

The blowjob however was fucking Amazing!

Condoms and me don’t agree.

I have an extremely difficult time gaining an erection while wearing a condom since the sensation will have been blunted.

Not last night though!

The blowjob was so amazing that I actually felt as if I were to cum in another 5 seconds had she kept on sucking.


The screenshot said it all.

Anyways, she turned around and bent over in the doggy-style position and grabbed my cock and tried to jam it in.

Not being fully erect, it was up to me to manually guide it in myself. but she insisted on putting it in herself.

I guess she was afraid that I would slip off the condom on purpose and fuck her raw as some guys are known for doing with sexy hookers.

This was not gonna fucking work!

She turned around to face me, pulled off the condom and started to jack me off while I toyed her clit.

She wouldn’t allow me to fondle her tits…strangely enough.

Within a minute or so, I jizzed on her leg.

She went to pee then her friend hurriedly approached me, “You want to fuck me too”?

Me: “No. I’m broke”!

The 4 of us walked back towards the bar.

As we made it to the intersection, she said to me:

“You have any coins on you”?

I’m like, “coins? Those are my keys in my pocket”.

She already has a $100 from me, and on top of that, she wants to milk me for coins!? :shock: :mad: :(

One thing I notice about fucking prostitutes is that the high from the risk and adventure factor is great! But you regret it immediately after cumming, once you come to the realization how quickly your money vanishes into some bitch’s pocket for just a few minutes of fun.

I went out with $250 cash but was flat broke by 2 AM without even making it to the concert grounds or the nightclub, which was my original plan.

I couldn’t go to the nearby ATM since I didn’t have my ATM/debit card on me.

I would’ve had to make the very long trek home and back…which wasn’t feasible being that I was tired already from being on my feet since 6:30 PM Friday night down to 2:30 AM this morning.

With that, I decided to hitch a ride home and call it a night.

However, I should’ve ended my night at this concert.


A bit on prostitution

In the Eastern Caribbean, and likely the wider Caribbean, prostitution has always been unofficially LEGAL.

The reason why it isn’t Legal on the books, is because of the Christian-Conservative Right which has a major sway upon elected officials.

They don’t want prostitution legal on the books as a matter of semantic and politics.

However, it is Legal off the books and is regulated by government.

The law (making it unlawful) is pretty much just on paper.

Prostitutes operate legally within prostitution houses.

The government regulates it [imported prostitution] by benefiting monetarily from certain fees the hookers would have to pay and sign onto.

Most prostitutes are on the books as “sex worker” being their profession…whether they work through a brothel/whore-house, bar or on the streets.

The government merely wants a piece of the pie and everyone gets along fine.

Pimps are also nonexistent in these parts.

Hookers work for themselves without any middleman or overseer. Hence, it’s a lucrative trade for them where they take home 100% of what they make at the end of the night.

What the government gets off the books are monies for papers, documentation, renewal of documents, licensing to operate, etc.

Each prostitute is mandated by law to get weekly checkups for HIV and common STI’s, or else they’ll be fined but not imprisoned…since sex work is technically not illegal.

This is why hookers are known to be some of the cleanest women in these parts. Simply because they are stringent about their health and checkups since their livelihood is dependent on it…plus the government is adamant about imposing those stringent mandates.

It’s the average Jane next door who never had a checkup done in her life, who should be culpable of spreading shit, not knowing whether they have a infection or not.

Now, I’m not here trying to make a case for hooker-banging…though I do hold the opinion that prostitution should be fully legal around the world.

Be as it may, last night was epic as most of my weekends are.

We’ll see what tonight holds!

By the way, this reminds me of a time that a Jamaican hooker tried to game me, just to give you an example of how they operate.