Picked Up Big-Boobed Canadian Girl @ The Airport [08-29-2016]

I picked up a big-boobed Canadian girl at the airport yesterday morning while seeing off my mother back to NYC.

Interestingly, she’s a preacher’s daughter from what I can see on her FB and from what she told me. So strict ass parents.

Anyway, we are set to meet up this afternoon
[Chat from last night. My messages in blue]

Will let you maggots know how it goes!

Peace, Love and Pickup!

Kenny Flakes On Another Horny Girl Over The WeekendWeekend

Two nights ago, I posted the following status to Facebook.

Who’s carrot girl? A chick whom I’d hooked up with about a week ago, in which she wanted some extra fun, so she took a huge carrot out of her refrigerator and let me fuck her with it.😯 Hence the name “Carrot Girl”.

In any case, I stood her up Sunday night as I was actually bamging another girl at the time that she wanted to come over for encore.

At least I came up with a decent excuse the following day: ” my phone died”.🙂😉

[My texts in green]

Here are the texts which led up to it [the Sunday night flake. My texts in green]


Kenny Flakes On Horny-Hot Girl Over The Weekend

This chick I met on Facebook few months back was really dying to finally hang out with me over the weekend.

Unfortunately, I had to brush her off ’cause I was just too busy with other chicks.

There are lots of horny women out there going to bed lonely @ night…or stroking themselves to bed.
[My messages in blue]

Chick Decided To Google Me…”Oh Nooooooo”!!!!!

I sometimes get chicks who Google me.

Do I ever panic?

Not at all.

However, with this chick; I did get a bit panicky because I never anticipated her googling me.

Usually, the occasional girl who
admits to googling me, had always led on to it. So I expected it. But this chick here caught me by surprise! But all in all- it is a HUGE DHV to have women google you- especially if something eyebrow raising pops up…anything short of heinous of course.

By the way, this is a girl whom
I’m currently gaming via Facebook, so it’s crazy ironic that she’s been reading my blog, essentially learning my moves and shit. But again guys; this is a plus!

I want to end this off by asking you this: why isn’t she appalled and royally turned off by this discovery?

Why does she find it interesting opposed from sleazy and awful?

I mean- after all- I write about the sexual exploitation of women [this wouldn’t be my definition, but often that of outside observers].

The thing is, women secretly love the idea of being talked about; whether good or bad.

I posed a status to Facebook the other day saying that 80% of the personal statuses which women post to social media, are about them being talked about, hated on, they’re the center of someone else’s attention in some negative way, and so on and so on.

Chicks are consumed by this notion of being talked about and written about. It is the classic example of no publicity is bad publicity.

Throughout my time of blogging about women, on about 5 separate occasions, I’ve had the girls whom I’d written about, discovered that they were blogged about (sexually).

However they were able to find out is somewhat puzzling to me (perhaps they’d googled me). But the most important take away- at least for me- is that these girls were hardly bothered in any genuine sense upon the discovery that they were the center of attention somewhere out there on the internet.

Of those 5 girls who found out that I blogged about picking them up, and shagging them, not 1 of them requested that I remove the article about her.

Moreover, I had even suggested (via email correspondence with the girl) to remove the blog post if they felt uncomfortable.

To my surprise, the mere thought of me removing the article, seemed to have rubbed them the wrong way.😯

It’s like they were saying to themselves: “How dare you even suggest removing the article after you’d already written about me, and made me the center of attention for a day or 2 on the internet”!

In a nutshell, it is almost always a plus to have a girl google you and find something apart from your Facebook or social-media accounts.

Getting Very Shy Girl To Open Up By…

Some girls take a while to open up; especially shy girls.

This girl here is absolutely the most shy girl I ever met in my life: bar fucking NONE!!

I mean, this girl is so shy that although we know each other for about a year now, I’ve only gotten about 50 words out of her to this day LOL!

She’s shy over text and in personal!

We actually never spoke over the phone.

This leads me to Friday, I decided to finally call her.

She purposely ignored my call. Not because she didn’t want to talk, but because she’s so shy.

Here’s the thing too: whenever a girl sends just 1 worders and keeps her messages very short, it usually boils down to 3 things:

1.) Very busy

2.) Very shy

3.) Not interested at all

With this girl; I already know she’s into me because we met up once…in which she virtually ran off due to the social pressure. But either way, from my vast experience, I’ve learned that to get a very shy girl to open up via text, you can say/text far out and ridiculous shit which forces her to have to respond with more than just an “okay, good, yes, no”.

Here’s an example from earlier today (Sunday) of me doing just that with the most shiest girl I ever met!

[My texts in green]

Through my Facebook page, a guy opined that he would never use such a strategy because it virtually looks like chasing and too much investing.

I’ve addressed this point years back, that when it comes to shy girls, you have to over-invest in texting or else you run a risk of losing the girl altogether.

Bear in mind that a shy girl isn’t socially, nor internally, equipped with the goods to make or carry conversation on their own.

For crying out loud: most women cannot spark and carry a conversation (via text especially), let alone to put such a burden of expectation on an introverted lass!

If you relax on your laurels and hope that out of thing air- a shy girl is going to (actively) pursue you- you are fucking kidding yourself!

With that being said, it is incumbent upon the pickup artist to have to triple his textual investments in order to make something happen.

Therefore, you cannot afford to play this, “I don’t wanna look needy” game with the shy types, by expecting to trade 1-for-1 text messages.

It is usually terrible text game to send a girl 2, 3 or 4 messages to every 1 she sends. But with a shy chick; this rule goes out the window, simply because she isn’t going to exchange text for text of any substance that would lead to places…such as heightened attraction or a meetup.

Thus, if you’re 1 of those guys who’s adamantly against sending barrage of texts under any circumstance, then you may want to revise that, with this case being an exception.

Moreover, and let’s get real here, what kind of conversation could possibly be generated if both parties aren’t investing meaningfully?

Friday Night Field Report: Cock-Blocked By NYC Girl’s Boyfriend While She Tried To Ditch Him…Part II

Fresh off the heels of meeting up with NYC HB, during the chat we had while on her porch, we somewhat agreed on meeting up @ a certain nightclub later that night (yesterday).

She wasn’t quite sure how it would turn out because her boyfriend kinda wanted to go with her to the club, or stay home altogether.

I didn’t put much stock into it at all, so I went to the club with the intention to just have fun and try to pull otherwise…if anything.

Me outside the club

Lo and behold while standing outside the venue, I spotted a familiar face walking towards me. At the same instance, I get a message via messenger from NYC girl.

We embraced and shared a grand laugh at the coincidence of having run into each other right at the moment I received her message saying she’s on her way to the Lime nightclub.

Apparently, she had evaded her boyfriend, and she told me that he decided not to accompany her.

Great news for both of us!

Since I wasn’t ready to enter the club, the girl decided to go alone while we agreed to meet up in a bit inside.

My phone was literally running on 1%, so I became panicky: “If the phone dies on me now, I may not have any mean of communicating with NYC HB”.

I at least wanted to be able to contact her in the event I lose her in the crowd of the club. I also wanted means of texting her for logistical purposes.

What was I going to do then with my phone on 1%?

Take a cab home, charge up my phone a bit, then head back to the club.

I felt it was the wiser decision than to work with a dead phone.

I got home after 12 AM this morning. Put the phone to charge while I anxiously waited to at least have 12% of battery life to work with.

After a while, perhaps just after 1 AM, my phone had about 15% charge, so I plugged it out and decided that 15% would suffice for the remainder of the night.

I made my way back to the nightclub and got there about 1:30 am.

Paid my entree fee and went in search of NYC HB.

As I hit the bar area, I spotted her leaned up on the bar counter chatting to some guy.

I immediately approached the 2 set. Before I barged right in, I wanted to confirm whether he the boyfriend or just some random club dude chatting her up. So I stood near enough to overhear their conversation in spite of the loud music.

“Damn!!! It is the boyfriend”!!!

“I though this fucker wasn’t going to show up”!

The BF was situated to her left, and there was a slot barely open to the right side of the girl…so I filled it in just to be close to NYC chick😉 .

We never really acknowledged each other since the BF was right there.

That’s how I wanted it: pretend as though we don’t know each other, in order to not arise any suspicion from the BF.

Anyway, so we essentially had the girl sandwiched between us (the BF and me): BF to her immediate left, and I on her immediate right.

What was I try to accomplish here? To flirt with her right under the nose of her boyfriend.

Since the club was significantly darkened, I took her fingers and began stroking them while her BF chatted with her. From his vantage point, he obviously couldn’t see what I was doing.

Here’s the thing dude: women love this sort of risky shit! It is their oxygen! They love to live dangerously on the fucking edge! It is adventurous!

For the most part, she was facing the BF (to the left) and pretending to listen to him talking while I caressed her right elbow, stroked it, and ran my fingers sensually across her entire hand from finger tips to shoulder blade.

At some points, I also purposely pinched her on the arm while I caressed her, just to get her to smile or react…knowing she cannot make it too obvious since the BF is right there.👿

I was really enjoying the secret escapade and I know she was too!

I took things up a notch but rubbing and running my hands up and down her thighs as she had on a short and tight skirt thing.

At no point was she objecting physically to any of this.

She never removed my hand, knocked it off, etc.

I pinched her thighs, tugged on her skirt, rested my hand on the small of her back while gently running my hand down her buttocks…all while she’s in conversation with her boyfriend.

At 1 point while the BF looked away, I threw my left arm across her neck and shoulders just to heighten the danger factor of being caught.👿

At another point while I continued to rub on her exposed right thigh, she became so aroused that her boyfriend actually realized that something strange was going on.

What I mean is, she blanked out for a second while the BF was chatting to her. It’s as if she was in a pleasurable trance. Her BF’s reaction snapped her out of it.

Suddenly, the BF looked over at me as if he sensed that I was doing something to his girlfriend😯 .

I looked away casually as if I was minding my own business.🙂

Their chitchat proceeded, and so did I proceed the hidden flirting as I took her fingers again and began stroking them gently.

I also slapped her on the behind when it was most convenient to get away with it.

In conjunction to all this, I was sending her ever so clear signal that I wanted to fuck her. She already knew this, but I wanted to make it crystal fucking clear!

However, this could only materialize if the boyfriend gets out of the picture.

Hence, I had to either get rid of him, or she had to…and she wanted to since she essentially showed up to the club in order to meet me by trying to shake the BF.

This is why I believed that having a functional cellphone was of paramount importance so we could parlay the logistics of how.

My worst fear was that the boyfriend would say, “let’s go”, and they up and leave, as he effectively manages to cock-block me from his girlfriend.

Lo and behold: he motioned to her, “le’s leave”!


I exclaimed internally in disbelief!!!

He ordered a gin & tonic, took her hand and led her to the exit.

I quickly gulp down the last of my beer and virtually went in pursuit…however cautiously since I didn’t want to alert the boyfriend 1 bit, or have him think that I was following them.

I had to fucking get a message to this girl somehow!

Pulled the phone out of my pocket…but it was dead!!!


I beat myself up as they walked away and there was nothing I could’ve done to prevent it!

I had no choice but to call it a night. I quickly made my way home so I could charge my phone and hope to at least get a text from the girl saying, “come over! My BF left”!

In any case; that never happened.

The chick leaves Sunday, so I literally have today only (Saturday) to try to seal the deal.

I’ll keep you guys posted.

Friday Evening Field Report: Short Rendezvous With Girl From NYC…Part I

Few days ago, I picked up a sexy girl on Facebook from NYC who’s here on 2 weeks vacation.

Being so busy with other girls, I never bothered to seriously follow up: until yesterday evening.

For some reason, something told me to pursue this. So yesterday evening, I texted her and she invited me over to her where she’s staying (with parents), and we chatted on the porch for about 25-30 minutes.

Last night, I posted this status to Facebook about 30 minutes after leaving from by her (video link included).

Few days ago I picked up a girl who’s here on vacation from NYC. About an hour ago, she invited me to pass by where she stays with her parents. Thing is…she has a BF here whom she refers to as “a friend”. Not only that but she’s ignoring his phone calls and brushing him off when she does answer. While all this is going on, I’m there caressing her thighs. Nevertheless, this goes to show that chicks will always run game on their weak Beta boyfriend while chasing an Alpha Male. This chick leaves back to NYC Sunday, so I’m trying to bang her by then.

These chicks ain’t loyal🙂