Here’s a post from during my 30/30 experience. When you join 30/30 you get access to posts like it from other guys learning like you. Some of the timing might not make sense since I wrote it about six months ago and edited some now. Anyway, it took place in one of my favorite cities — Shanghai. The turnaround with Girl 3 amazed me. I didn’t expect it could have happened.
I cold approached girls a lot, but all of these were set up earlier. They worked based on handling logistics and leading the interactions. A big part of logistics was keeping my hotel room clean — no extra toothbrushes lying around, no condom wrappers, etc.
Girl 1: fast turnaround
I met Girl 1 online from a previous visit. I was meeting her at 4 and another girl at 8:30 so I didn’t have much time. We’d kept in touch by email. She suggested meeting at a bar/restaurant. I got there late. She was later. Worse — she was chubby. At first I thought “This sucks, I’m not interested.” But she wasn’t embarrassingly chubby, her breasts looked nice, time was short, and I could tell it would happen.
How could I tell? When she arrived, I did the usual kiss on each cheek. Chinese apparently don’t usually do that, so when she pulled away to prevent it, I firmly held her head so it would happen and she complied. That compliance — in the first thirty seconds of seeing each other — implied the level of compliance she liked.
I had seated us at the bar. I hadn’t eaten anything all day, so I had lunch. From the start I was physically interacting, moving her chair closer to mine, touching her legs, etc. Eventually she was leaning toward me, pressing her legs against mine. I put her hands on my legs a few times and she kept them there. I also talked about some great travel pictures she was interested in on my computer back at the hotel.
After I finished eating, we took the subway back to my hotel. Once in the room, I just threw her on the bed and the rest was textbook.
I still had to move her out and clean my room completely since I had to meet the next girl so soon. I walked Girl 1 to the subway. I even brought the foil condom wrapper to throw out outside the room since girls have ways of finding stuff like that in a small room.
Girl 2: a flame from before
Girl 2 was one of the girls I had sex on a previous visit. We’ve kept in touch. She’s fun. We met near my hotel. I arrived twenty minutes late because I got lost.
(I always think of the old phrase “A gentleman never keeps a lady waiting” when I’m late on my way to meet a girl. It’s total bullshit. I’ve never had problems when I show up late. I mean, they aren’t happy to have waited, but once you diffuse the annoyance, the problems end and I think they respect you more for not being their bitch).
Anyway, I had a business conference call at 10. I knew if we met at 8:30 she’d be fine to come to the hotel where I could do the call from my room. I was confident sex was a given, but having a reason for her to come over never hurts. The call ended up being over an hour. She waited while I talked. Afterward sex was a given. She slept over.
The next morning we took a ferry ride (cool almost-free touristy / date activity) to a restaurant that happened to be right next to where I met Girl 1. I had to get rid of her toothbrush without calling attention to getting rid of it. A small challenge, but details count. Then had a great idea, which was to pack mine instead of hers, so I wouldn’t alert her that I was hiding toothbrushes and the next girl wouldn’t see two. A detail, but I felt proud of thinking of the solution.
I noticed she was texting someone with a western name. She let me see the text thread. OMG, this guy was a total orbiter, texting her four or five times at a stretch, supplicating. He’s been trying to meet her with no luck and here I wander in and I get whatever time I want with her (I was meeting her later that visit again). I had such fun joking with her about him. She’s also in touch with some personal trainer guy who is in Canada now. So she’s totally into Western guys. A lot of that around here.
Girl 3: amazing turnaround
On my way to meet Girl 3 the skies opened up in a torrential downpour, I got lost, and she gave bad directions to meet her. As a result, I showed up almost thirty minutes late, drenched, to a place she wasn’t. I borrowed a phone to call from the museum counter and got busy signals twice and they were acting unhelpful. So I went in the museum to find someone with a phone.
I stopped some woman — a very attractive, 5’10” Lithuanian blond — who helped a lot. She let me use her phone, showed me her map where I maybe should have gone. Anyway when I reached my girl on the phone, she was pissed, talking about how she waited in the rain, blah blah blah, and just left in a taxi to go home. I tried to get her from complaining to figuring out if we should meet. Finally, on her own she told her taxi to come to the museum.
She arrived in front of the museum, didn’t get out of her taxi, and called me on Lithuanian girl’s phone. She wanted me to get in the taxi. Unfortunately I had to say bye to the hot, super-nice Lithuanian. Oh well.
I get in — just two seconds in the rain drenched me again — and she says “Where should we go?” I’m thinking it’s not my city, I don’t know where to go if we’re leaving a perfectly good museum without visiting it. The only thing I can think is my hotel, so I say my hotel. She says fine, which surprised me, but she probably thought we’d go to the bar and everything was hectic. An accidental step in the right direction.
But I don’t know the address, only how to get there from the subway. The cab ride consists of her trying to rail on me for not meeting on time, at the right place, having no phone, no map, no anything. She’s talking like I’m an idiot, but every tenth comment she has the presence of mind to say she understands the rain and circumstances and she’s not so much mad at me as just mad. I keep thinking it’s not worth it, I’ll just get out of the cab, but then I realize the cab is heading to my hotel with a girl and it’s raining so why get out? So I keep quiet. I hold her hand at one point to reassure her. She said she didn’t like it but didn’t pull away. When girls’ behavior conflicts with what they say, always go with the behavior.
Eventually we get to my hotel room. I realized when I got there that the pendant of my necklace fell off in the ordeal. It meant a lot to me so even now it sucks I lost it, but accidents happen. Anyway, when she saw my loss she started to shut the fuck up with all the complaining.
Anyway, after she and I both worked on our computers for a bit on the hotel bed, I just pulled her over, started kissing her, she kissed back and we had sex. In the moment it was no big deal, but looking back, I’m amazed she went from pissed off, drenched, waiting thirty minutes for me to spreading her legs and asking me to fuck her harder. We also took a fun shower together after. She has good hands.
It turns out she’s still crazy. The sex was part hot and part boring, which made it interesting. After she started complaining about how she gets depressed after sex and asking question after question about why I had sex with her, how many partners I’d had, etc. Eventually I told her since every question led to another I wouldn’t answer any, but she was free to tell me interesting things. And when she complained I just acted bored, yawned, took away attention. Eventually she got the idea, but never fully.
I doubt I’ll see her again. I only like sane women. [Note from today: I saw her again on a later trip and had simultaneous orgasms, which I normally expect only when I have a great connection. Still fun.]
Girl 4: a make out with my 10 from a previous trip
Shortly after walking Girl 3 to the subway (and making sure she got on and didn’t follow me back, also throwing away condom wrapper outside hotel room), I was scheduled to meet a 10 from an earlier trip. We have the tightest bond. I went to pick her up from her bellydancing class, which I videoed some of.
For a sure thing lay, I would have taken her straight to my hotel. I had a gallery opening I was obliged to go to since I knew the curator and was invited to a swank rooftop hotel bar afterward. We went to both of those things.
She and I have mutual professional contacts so we’re keeping our fling secret. Midway through our date her boss called to tell her to email me to arrange a business meeting for lunch with all three of us the next day, not knowing she was standing next to me. That made our rendez-vous seem more illicit and therefore more fun.
Anyway, after the rooftop, we came back to my hotel, made out, and took pictures of her naked, but she was nervous about needing time to choreograph a big dance performance the next day and get pretty serious about no sex then. We were seeing each other the next night, so I didn’t push.
So I just missed four girls in about 30 hours, which would have been some kind of record for me. I wrote a lot of this write-up with Girl 2 is in my bed. At the time I noted “I may be meeting another girl tomorrow morning. Tomorrow around lunch I’m seeing a girl I cold-approached in the subway who happens to work at a super-swank hotel around the corner from mine. I doubt I’ll try to pull since I’m tired and stressed from all the logistics, but you never know. Tomorrow dinner I’m meeting Girl 4. One or two other cold approach connections floating around, but no time. I’m leaving the day after tomorrow.”
Follow-up after returning home
To follow up, I met Girl 4 again the night before I left and slept with her. She has an amazing body. At first I said I was going to take pictures of her — I think when she was going down on me, but possibly another time. She said no pictures. Not long later I told her I was so enthralled by how hot she looked I couldn’t help taking pictures, acting like I couldn’t hold myself back. After I took one picture and showed it to her, she did what nearly any girl does when a camera is on her — she started posing. Also, when I was doing video of her hand stroking me I held the camera so she could watch what I was recording, which got her more into it.
I find that works with most girls — if you just take a picture or two and show them to her, she starts liking being in the pictures, no matter how much she declines at first.
The girl I met the following morning… we kissed a bunch in public, which in China seems a big deal. Walking around with her, since I mainly stick to the downtown westerner areas and I’m taller and whiter than the Shanghai population, I started wondering the odds of running into one of the five or six girls I’ve kissed or more. I think the place may be more like a small town for me in that regard.
Finally, at a gallery opening with a friend, I got invited to a swank dinner at a swank restaurant with stunning views of the riverfront (“the Bund”) and people in the art crowd. Having beautiful women on your arm giving you all their attention gets you invited places.