For the record… My fingers didn’t smell like pussy.
Last night Sight texts me saying that he’s heading to The Green Door in Hollywood. I roll up to L.A. and met up with him, DocChang, and AlphaM.
While we’re sitting by the entrance, Mystery and Matador roll in. Pleasantries were exchanged, Mystery spouts his positivity about how lovely everything is, etc. We all go our separate ways. I guess life is lovely when you’re recognized for being a TV star and don’t have to approach anymore.
The night went on and at first I was very disappointed at the quality of women there. I was telling DocChang that I could have staying in O.C. for that shit.
Later I see this older girl (40’ish) with big tits who is drunk off her ass. My radar always goes off around girls like this because they’re so f’ing easy to game. They’re like shark bait to me. They’re defense aren’t dropped… they’re tuned inside out. They’re usually horney as fuck.
I grab her, open with something I can’t remember, and she’s immediately in my face. She starts saying something about how she’s too old for me. She has no clue that we’re about the same age, but I’m not telling. I let her live her fantasy of having a younger guy hit on her. (I have no problem telling women my age by the way.)
After attending Hypnotica’s seminar last week he did for the SoCal Lair , I said to myself I would start using more of his stuff about teaching women about how their bodies work. If you’ve read my stuff before, you’ll know that I like bringing up “The Claw” to get women curious about me showing them something they’ve never experienced before. I told her that even though she’s 40 I still can teach her a few things. She thinks I’m full of shit and I say “You have no idea girl.” She says “You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.” I say “Please! I’ll show you something you’ve probably never had done to you before… and you’re really gonna like!” At first she thought I was talking about oral sex. I set her straight on that one.
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