It was a Saturday afternoon and my wing and I were more-or-less winding up after a few circuitous and unproductive routes around Newcastle. We had probably done five or so sets but nothing that was a fundamentally a good set (you know when you do). Coming up to The Gate I think we had both spotted a raven black haired girl dressed in black jeans and leather jacket, wearing fashion glasses.

“I’m going for that” I claimed, before he could beat me to it (this guy goes fast when he sees something he likes).

I made my way over the road with a hard velocity. She was stood finishing off a cigarette (a real hate of mine) and I opened her.

“Excuse me, I just wanted to say you look quite cute. You’re dressed like a midnight vampire and I had to say hello”

She locked into my eyes immediately and smiled and a conversation ensued which quickly became a 2-way comfort and investment phase. Oddly, she began to circle around me, and I noted that we both had danced a 270 degree transition before I placed my hands on her shoulders and stopped her, “we aren’t dancing yet”. She had just finished work as a waitress in an Italian restaurant. 28, cute and pretty. I took her number and pinged her immediately. The response was strong and she was a keen texter and seemed pretty invested. She thought at first it was a practical joke as she had been discussing with her friend in work about meeting men and how they both thought it would be cool to be approached on the street. She explained how she loved the approach as it was a mixture of shock and coincidence.

We arranged a date for the next day. She was working split-shifts and had a 3-hour window. I picked her up in Newcastle and said we were going for coffee on the coast. She looked pretty sexy in tight black heels and small heels. I took her to the Fish Quay and began to explain local historic land-marks and she was all ears. I stood behind her, pressed into her arse in a barely perceptible way. My left hand on her shoulder as my face was close to her face pointing toward the landmarks. This went on for five minutes or so. I turned her around and continued to talk inches from her face. She leaned in and we kissed. Deep and passionate. I patted her ass and we went for coffee in a new restaurant that had just opened and sat next to each other. She was very tactile and engaged and I started to think this could be on. After the coffee I ushered her outside and we got into the car and drove. She asked where we were going and I grinned at her and she immediately said we aren’t going to yours but I made some half-excuse anyway. There was no resistance to overcome and she happily came into mine and we started kissing on the sofa. It was at this point that a little LMR started with some firm “no’s” met with smiles and mock slaps from her. I changed my tone and we sat there talking before going again and placing her hand on bulge. This changed everything. She was on top of me in seconds and I picked her up and took her upstairs. She was tearing at my clothes and it led to immediate fast sex, including an unreal blow job. She drank my juice down greedily (twice) and even gave me a massage, before I took her back to work. She’s been back since and it was equally as good. She looks super cute with her ravishing deep black hair, black lace underwear and fit, womanly hips. She even paid for my lunch afterwards. She wants a proper date next time so I will have to bite this bullet, but she has clear instructions on what I expect her to wear.

 It may well have been a bit of a Yes girl but in terms of a “good set” it followed many of my recent “good sets” that ended in number close, before failure to even get a date (quite a few recent girls I # closed but they evidently got the guilt trip next day). As it happens, this girl lives with her (apparent) ex bf. I’m not going to ask her to the nth degree about the dynamic as its simply not my business but it does perhaps show how blurred many of these relationship lines and transitions are. The only thing separate the distance or boldness of the line, is time.

As I come up to my 150th set all in all I feel really good. I feel confident in the approach and confident enough to make sure the girl KNOWS I’m a sexual threat. I always try to make this clear in set. Combining posture, seriousness of intent with a bit of playing about. But they know what I’m about. It’s a hardball approach and firmly binary with no grey areas, but I feel more comfortable this way. I don’t want ambiguous elements either in my approach, or in the girls mind.

This lay came some 4 days before a set with a cute Russian in Newcastle which was similar in the dynamic but very disimilar in outcome, with the Russian girl having gone from date acceptance, to blocking, to full on admission she was turned on by what I did and knew 100% I was there to seduce her. She too has a boyfriend but it would appear to be a very strong lead for my Russia trip next year. 

All I all I loved these  2 sets as they instilled in my mind the hinge points of what to look out for and equally importantly, the chaotic nature in which women navigate their own minds and emotions.