From Whiner to Winner: Dating Multiple Women Through Cold Approach

Last night, I met a woman for cocktails in a cozy, hipster lounge.

The date was the result of a successful approach, in a tree lined park in the center of my city.

A pretty, athletic dark haired woman flashed me a smile as I walked along the shady path.

I approached her with a situational opener, transitioned into a cold read, then teased her with disqualification.

She was immediately receptive.

The number close was easy.

First Date

A week later, we convened again for our first date.

She was bubbly, warm, and overtly sexual.

She complimented my athletic body, hinted that she “loved dating black and brown men”, and congratulated me on completing my first marathon this weekend.

She snuck more than one desirous glance down at my groin.

I felt like a piece of meat.

It was awesome.

Like a true student from the school of Todd V., I moved the sexy, dark haired woman to a few locations during the evening.

After the first round at the bar, I suggested, “Let’s check out the patio”.

We laughed, talked, and people watched on the outdoor terrace.

“…Are you hungry? Let’s get a bite next door”

She followed me a few steps to a stylish small plates Asian bar.

We shared karrage and baby octopus, talking about our families and lives among sexual innuendo and seductive eye contact.

“…Where do you live?”, she asked.

(Experienced men know what that question means.)

Her face feigned innocence while her eyes twinkled mischievously.

I paused, holding eye contact softly.

A knowing smirk spread across my lips.

“Only a mile away actually…”

Then I teased, “You can’t come over tonight. I have to wake up early tomorrow morning”

My date laughed, throwing back her straight dark hair, flashing perfectly aligned white teeth.

“You think I’m trying to get into your house?”, she giggled.

I straightened my playful smirk into a serious expression and locked eye contact, “No, I think you’re trying to get into my pants”.

Her face turned red as she roared with laughter.

The Good Night Kiss

After small plates and sexual innuendo, I walked my date to her car.

The air between us was electric with a sexual vibe.

At the door of her Jeep, she looked up at me seductively, “…Are you sure you have to wake up early?”

My cocky smirk felt permanently installed.

“Earlier than you”, I challenged, with a wink.

“I get up at 5!!” she protested.

“Rookie numbers.”

I pulled out my phone, swiped through to the alarm, revealing a 0345 wake up time.

She gasped,“Ok, you win!”

Under the pale glow of the streetlight, I leaned down to kiss her.

Our lips touched. Her hands grasped my arms, then circled my neck.

Our tongues tangled and she arched her pelvis into mine.

Inside my boxer briefs, I was already reaching up to meet her.

I leaned my weight against her, pinning her body to the car door.

I stroked her neck with one hand, while my other lightly held her wrist over her head.

She moaned softly.

The heat between us rose, but I pulled away.

“You’re gonna make me late for my bedtime”, I half whispered.

I could tell she wanted to grab my dick, right there in the parking lot, but she restrained herself.

“We wouldn’t want that…”, she playfully rolled her eyes.

“Good night you”, I took a step back, adjusting myself subtly through my jeans.

My date winked at me as she climbed into her car.

Home

In bed right on time, I pulled out my phone to call the main girl I’ve been dating for the last few months.