Libra Mix of the Week Volume 3 – Le fabuleux destin d’Amélie Poulain

Yanntiersen

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So in essence, I try to plan these things but cannot.  I wanted to make this a Libra Mix of the Week, like an every Friday kinda thing.  But I am far too fucking spontaneous.  I can’t do all that orderly stuff.  In other words, when the time is right the time is right and right now the time is right now.  Say it fast five times, I dare you.

So this week I am posting something that is a little out of the ordinary, but you may or may not be familiar with it already.  It is one of my favorite soundtracks out there, and if I want to get into my theories on Magic Music, well this is one of the Magic Music CDs I can think of offhand.  Right now only 2 come to mind and this one is probably a little higher than the other.

Magic music comes from blasting it in a car with a great stereo after having a pretty solid Red Wine Buzz and feeling it’s effects on your body as you absorb it.  It’s a pretty magical feeling.  But don’t let me waste anymore of your time with that theory, if you want to know what I mean, the instructions are pretty much written at the beginning of this paragraph so I urge you to try it yourself.

The music is from the movie Le fabuleux destin d’Amélie Poulain, which is one of my favorite movies for sure.  My last post, A Day in the Life of a Modern Day Seducer with Sleep Apnea Part IV,  kinda got me thinking about how I haven’t heard the soundtrack in a while and so I am listening to it now, as I  type this out, despite the occasional chill it sends through my body.

Yann Tiersen is a badass composer.  He is the producer and composer and whatever of this music and so…  Enough blah blah.  Here we go.

Enjoi

A Day in the Life of a Modern Day Seducer with Sleep Apnea Part IV

(continued from A Day in the Life of a Modern Day Seducer with Sleep Apnea Part III)

I went home… And I slepppptttt…  My body and mind was worn out from lack of rest.  I lay down on my bed and soon was in dreamland.

I think I woke up around midnight.  I had slept the rest of the day away, and the problem with OSA and a nap like this is, the inconvenience of sleeping at odd hours and, thus, waking up at even odder hours…  But here’s the funny thing about fortune, it doesn’t play by the rules of time is irrelevant.  I was up and blurry eyed but feeling good.  A nap like this after feeling like hell, always seems to be rather refreshing.

I kinda just milled around for about 20 minutes or so and then at around 12:30 or 1 am I got a text.  “Message Received.” said my phone, in a female voice.  I checked it.  It was from one of the girls I sent the “Tonight?” text to earlier in the day.  She was a girl I will refer to as, Whole Foods Boobs, or WFB for short.

She was an attractive girl I met one night at Whole Foods, obviously, and if I remember she had appeared to (and said she had) huge boobs.  That’s all about my style.  Her text read one word, “Berlin.”  Berlin is a bar that’s about a 5 minute Walk from my door.  I waited a few minutes and said, “That’s funny, because my house is only a block away.  Come over here.”

And this started this tiny little text battle of me trying to cockily convince her to come over and her trying to coyly convince me to come up to Berlin.  Keep in mind, I was just pushing the boundaries trying to see how far I could go.  I never even went on a date with this girl, and we only knew each other from about 15 minutes of conversation at whole foods, and I expected her to just come straight over.  Also, I figured if I gave in too easy and went there straight away, that wouldn’t necessarily be the best impression.  I needed to at least make her work.

Back and forth we went, and finally she texted me something like, “How bout being more of a man, and less of an ass.  If not, whatev”

I like that text.  Challenge accepted.  She meant business.  So I got dressed up in the snazziest outfit I could throw together in about 5 minutes, quickly did my hair and out the door I went.

To – Berlin.

I had never stepped foot in this place before, even though it was only a block from my house.  The obvious reason is because it’s a Gay Dance Club.  That kinda means that there’s not really much reason for me to go up there.  Not to mention that, in the gay world, I am pretty much a hot commodity.  I’m not even what I consider that great looking.  I have style, yes, but I’m most definitely NOT the good looking, ultra fit, magazine model.  Sorry to disappoint any of my readers who thought otherwise.  Sexy?  Hot?  Yes.  But If you saw me I’m not so sure you would think that I was pulling women with my super attractive good looks.  As a matter of fact, I don’t think I photogenic at all.  I pretty much can’t stand most pictures of myself, but I do think I can put together a pretty cool, sexy look in the mirror.  So there’s that.  But apparently Gay Guys think so too.  If I go to gay venues it is a 100% certainty that I will be approached and hit on.  It never fails.  Gay guys ALWAYS hit on me.

But I had to weather the storm and go anyway because, here was my prize.  So Inside the club, Berlin, I went.  And soon, to my disappointment, I discovered that my target, WFB, was pretty piss ass drunk.  Shit.  I love sex, but I have backed out of so much drunken sex it’s not even funny.  I feel, inside, that part of seduction is playing on even terms.  I do not seduce drunk chicks, if I can avoid it.  Buzzed is ok.  Sharing a buzz is ok.  But, even to the point of once girl saying to me, “I wanna be fucked,” while she was drunk and in my bed, but then saying, “No” when I asked her if she wanted me to fuck her; and then a completely separate occasion where a shitfaced stripper spent the night at my house and DEMANDED we fuck, and despite her claims of, “I know how all you men are..  If I drop my panties right now you’re going to fuck me.” I do not fuck girls who are ultra trashed.  It just doesn’t interest me.

But then again, I am all about letting the buzz wear off, and my girl was only drinking water when I got there so I assumed she was in recovery mode.  Regardless, I decided to play gentleman and hang out for a bit and for the most part we just cuddled on this black, built in bench/dance floor thingy.  Finally after a while the bouncer came over and, very politely, asked me if I could be cool and take my chick out of the bar.  She wasn’t being obnoxious, but like I said, she looked pretty trashed.

So I talked with her and a couple of her friends and was fully intent on getting her a cab and going home.  So I walked her outside in the cold and she snapped-to rather quickly.  Sometimes the cold can do that.  She seemed to be fine after a moment walking on her own and wasn’t even stumbling really.  I had zero alcohol in me to make her stumble disappear so I was like, “Ok.  She’s a bartender and probably has good recovery.”

So I told her I was gonna get her a cab and her response was, “I want a burrito.”  (Yes, that really was her response, 35.)  I told her there were no mexican restaurants close that were open, but Clark’s was right by us.  So she headed towards Clark’s and I went with her.

Ok, she seemed to be coming out of it quick and maybe some food would help her, but like I said, she was recovering Fast!  We sat in the diner and talked and chatted for a while.  We talked about this and that, and eventually I geared the topic towards sexuality and how that’s a big part of me.  She told me she had a hard time having an orgasm.  I told her a lot of girls say that and it’s bullshit.

All I know is I went into a little story I tell about my life experiences and how certain elements of my life geared me to really take an interest in giving women orgasms.  I may share that little story with you sometime, but now is not the day.  Let’s just say that the FIRST thing women do, when they hear a guy say he can give good orgasms is doubt him.  There are, apparently, a shitload of guys out there telling girls they are good in the sack when, in fact, they are not.  It’s almost an epidemic.  So, I tell my story about WHY I’m good and then it’s up to her to decide if she wants to find out or not.

We kept eating, and after I finished my story she had a look of attention on her face and was silent.  So I figured I would put out the offer, “We could always go back to my place, you know…, and listen to some music.”

“I’m not going to your place,” she shot back.  Denied!  So we finished up our friendly little chat, paid the bill and got up so I could walk her to her cab and call it a night.

We walk to the corner and I hail  a passing cab, and she gets inside.   “Have a good night,” I say to her, getting ready to close the door.

“Aren’t you coming with me?” was her response…

Paydirt!

(conclusion coming soon…)


Sidecar:

Today’s Panera Bread Experience. . .

I really tried finding the most non distracting coffeeshop to go to, today.  I didn’t want girls, or (oh hell… there;s a sexy milf I must go meet… brb…  Oops.  She’s on a date.  She’s with some really old dude, who looks like the reason she’s with him is that he most likely has money.  Upon closer inspection she’s a little chubby, but not gross or fat or anything.  And guess what?  She has huge boobs.  She made the guy go grab both of their food, even though they were these huge bowls that looked like it was a little difficult for the guy to carry on the trays with one hand each.  Then once he got back it looked like she sent him back up to grab something else.  Maybe that was him getting something for himself though.  I have headphones on when I’m listening to this so I can’t hear the conversation.

By the way, she isn’t that hot.  She’s ok.  But those boobs are right out there.  But enough about her.  Her and the old dude have a mutually beneficial relationship.  He likes her boobs too probably and either is trying to, or has gotten to play with them.  Meanwhile she gets free lunch and probably gets to dip into his money a little directly or indirectly.  No, not all women are like this but if you were here you would think the same thing.  I promise.)

Ok, I was saying how I didn’t want girls or distractions or anything else bothering me.  I wanted to finish this story, then study my drinks and also do a little paperwork I am behind on for some random stuff.  But here’s the thing.  Ya, you know already where this is going…  As soon as I get out of my car and walk up to the Panera Bread entrance, and glance through the window, I see a very cute girl sitting right in plain view.  So there’s distraction number…

1.  Most guys may look and move on.  I, of course, take it that life is presenting me with an opportunity for my favorite game…  Seduction.  I had to go talk to her, and here I will reveal my TRUE fire sure way to approach pretty much any girl in a coffeeshop, anywhere in the world and have her be receptive to my approach, probably your approach too if you do this right.

I get my coffee and I grab some mixers for the coffee, usually honey is all I put in my coffee.  I walk over to her table, and without saying a work, I pull out a free chair and sit, while placing my coffee, honey and stir-sticks on the table.  She, of course, looks up at me wondering why some stranger just sat down at her table without even asking or introducing himself, when there are plenty of other free seats in the house; to which I respond before I she even opens her mouth, “They say..,” I pause as I glance up only briefly enough to make eye contact, before turning my attention back to my coffee, that begin the process of adding honey to and mixing, “… In Tibet, that it’s bad luck to mix your coffee by yourself, so you should find an interesting stranger to talk to while you’re mixing it.”

(In this case I said Tibet, but I always like to pick some random location on earth to keep myself amused.)

In this case, and like most times, the girl asked, “So you’ve been to Tibet?”

“No,” I reply, “I’m just making this up,” and then looking at her impatiently like she’s interrupting, “But Just let me finish my story!”

In this case the girl had interrupted me twice during my story, the first time to give me a hard time about putting honey in my coffee.  In the end she did have a boyfriend that she was serious about so I will save the discussion for a time when it’s more relevant, like when I pull some ass.  Needless to say, most of the conversation was smiley and fun for both of us.  But these women and their damn boyfriends.  If I ever become president I’m passing a law that excludes me from any restrictions on fucking a chick due to relationships.  Not that I will do it Despite their relationships.  No, I’m not so crass.  In my law, the status of said relationship will not apply to me.  It just wont count.  I will get a waiver, if you will, so that her current relationship is irrelevant.

Now, continuing with a couple other minor distractions, once I got to my table there was a guy on his computer doing live, face to face, chat through webcam with some girl, and they were both smiling and laughing.  I thought to myself, “How beautiful.  It’s kinda like the Jetson’s, but at the same time very cool that two people can keep in touch that way.”

Then directly to the left of me sat a girl and a guy across from her.  She was on the phone talking to someone and crying.  I imagined someone must have just died.  That was the vibe I got.

The point is, here was life happening all around me, and it just felt kinda magical.  NOT as magical as one day, a while back, that I was driving my car through the city and just so happened to be playing Yann Tierson’s soundtrack from the movie Amelie.  I was going to post an example of what I’m talking about but those damn, silly copywrite restrictions have pretty much barred the entire soundtrack from being on youtube.  Pretty Gay, EMI.

Anyway, you’ll just have to do the homework yourself… 😉  That is… Unless my badassness comes through and I do the homework for you. 😉

Emdashwood, Sexuality, and the Difference Between Potential Relationship Guy and Fun in the Sack Guy

If I make a reply this long…  It needs to really be a whole new post..  So here we go, emdashwood.

If you are not emdashwood, but want to know what the hell all this is about, this discussion started back in my post, My Humiliating Dream, in the comments section.  Here is the last thing emdashwood wrote (followed by my reply, of course).

  • They definitely don’t have to be related. I do think, however, if they’re someone you’re interested in as relationship material, then the sexual attraction is there. Really that’s the first step… If that buzzer doesn’t go off, then you never even make it out of the friend zone or into a flirtation stage. Women can be hesitant to be too aggressive or animalistic (as you put it) right off the bat, though… we’ve been trained over the years that *good* men might judge us poorly if we’re too overt. So, if you’re still in the “potential relationship material” category, you may not see that “animalistic” side for a while. On the other hand, if you’re in the “definitely not relationship material” category, then you move directly into the “would we have fun in the sack” category, at which point all bets are off and our inner porn star comes alive ;-)

    Also, I know it’s a concern for me personally, that by opening up that more overtly sexual side of myself, I’m possibly stunting the development of an emotional connection… For example, a guy I’ve been seeing recently… We crossed that line fairly early… oral on a first date, the whole shabang on the second date. We’re soooo compatible in this area that neither one of us wants to spend much time outside the bedroom… We see each other roughly once a week (his availability is limited as he has kids) and 90% of our time together is spent between the sheets. I mean… after a week’s worth of anticipation, there’s really no holding back when we see each other. But I actually like this guy as relationship material, and I worry sometimes that because I gave into those desires so quickly, other areas of our relationship have suffered due to lack of attention!

    As for the housewives… I would say it could be either case… Personally, I spent 8 years in a marriage where I was very overt (it’s in my DNA, I can’t help myself!)… but my ex was disinterested, at best, and certainly didn’t give me the pleasure I was desperately in need of. I never ventured outside the marriage, though… just became very adept at pleasing myself. On the other hand, I know there are women who never break through that fear of “*good* men might judge us poorly” and as a result probably have desires that are never expressed and end up going unfulfilled with their partner.

(To which I reply…)

I totally see that, too. I want both, though. I don’t think, just because we wanna date someone we should limit ourselves sexually with that person. I honestly feel we should express that side of ourselves more.

It’s unfortunate that society has somehow convinced us that there should be a separation between your sexual side and that emotional connection side of things.

The thing about the dream, I can tap into that sexual side in women very quickly. That’s probably what pissed me off about the dream, is that there was the implication that I wasn’t and couldn’t do it and these average guys could. But not in a envy or jealously sense, it just made me evaluate my OWN skills a little.

But back to what you were saying, I kinda feel it’s really unfortunate that people seem to make that separation between sexuality and connection. To me, sexuality IS connection and just because a girl likes me, does not mean she should automatically disconnect herself from wanting to get sexual with me quickly.

My last real girlfriend was a Doctor of Veterinary medicine. She was a intelligent, well spoken, super attractive, clean language, down to earth woman and that’s what I liked about her. She was reading a book when I met her. I believe it was angels and demons.

But we went out on our first date and we got fucking hot and steamy and made out right out in the open, pda style and went back to my house all hot and fucking horny and the ONLY reason we didn’t go all the way from point A to point F the first date was because she was in the Red Zone.

That being said, we didn’t separate that part of ourselves from the first moment and that allowed things to bloom nicely and I don’t think that embracing that sexual side got in the way at all of us still having that cool relationship.

And then there’s the last girl I went on a couple dates with, who couldn’t combine the two. She liked me, I was sure of that, but was trying to cut me off from expressing myself sexually. She had some idea in her mind that because she genuinely liked me that it was time to put things on the slow track and be strange. She was sexually attracted to me, for sure. We had 2 good dates, but if I invited her in for a drink or whatever on those dates, she balked. But she was cool with making out in the driveway right outside my door.

But then after the second date I invited her out to come meet me and a friend. She came out of her way, across town, to come see me. I was excited to see her and naturally, when she got there decided to show my natural affection to her and I tried to kiss her. That was me being me, not contrived, not trying to get something from her. I figured we had already been there, we had already made out a few times, and so I figured a quick kiss was in order. Not like a full on make out session in the middle of the bar or anything (not that I’m against that), but I definitely wanted to reward her for coming out to see me, and to me, a kiss was the way to do that.

But she gave me the fucking cheek turn. I was like, “What was that?” I didn’t make a big deal out of it, but it kind of killed the vibe immediately. Her concern was something about what if she saw people she knew or something.

We ended up getting in a big discussion about it later walking her to her car and it ended up killing my attraction to her. I couldn’t tell if it was her not liking me; her not desiring me sexually but liking me; or her being afraid to embrace that sexual side of herself because she liked me too much as a person. Honestly, after 2 dates, that was just too much in the wrong direction and so I ended up texting her later something like, “I’m an amazing guy, a catch, and if you can’t see that after 2 dates I don’t know that I want to try and convince you. But I do have a crush on you…”

She didn’t text me back and I never tried calling or texting her again. But here’s the funny thing. 2 weeks later she did text me back, being flirty and fun and provocative in her texts to me. We had a big conversation and she hinted that she wanted to see me again..

But then check this out, when I bit the hint and made the offer she rejected it. At first I thought she was just playing around. Why on earth would a chick reach out to me, be flirty and fun and bait me into asking her out just to reject me? Who does that?

Maybe a low self esteem woman who needed to end the interaction on HER terms where she felt like she was the one doing the final rejection since, my text about “convincing” from earlier was a form of me rejecting her if she was gonna continue to be a stick in the mud.

Or my other theory was that she was still attracted to me but at the same time that part of her that was afraid of getting sexual with me was holding her back.

Either way, the text conversation ended up going south when I kept being playful, tried asking her out again a second time (just because I had a hard time believing she was actually serious about the first rejection) and she again said no.

I ended up, pretty much calling her on it telling her pretty much the same thing I just said above. She was either a girl VERY MUCH into games, or there was a part of her that liked me, made her reach out since I was not giving her attention, but yet, was too afraid to embrace that sexual side with me for whatever reason.

Basically, the point is, my BEST relationships got sexual very quckly.  But there is a drawback to that, and that is, some women will get sexual with me very quickly and then that is that.  We end up having sex and then I may never see them again, even if I want to.  (Yes there are the women I have sex with quickly and then get bored with them or whatever but that’s not what this thread is about).  But I can’t be someone I am not.  I cannot change my nature for a woman, just to be in a relationship with her, and if I did I don’t think it would be a very satisfying relationship on either side if I did.

So to me, the perfect mix of sex and seduction and connection and fun are the recipe to the perfect relationship.  If one of those parts are missing, then the rest, in my opinion, falls apart.   It’s just too bad, like I said before, that society or whatever has screwed people up into thinking that a woman should withhold expressing her sexuality to someone she likes, because that person might not take her seriously.  And that doesn’t mean that she needs to just throw her sexuality around carelessly with whoever, I mean, unless she wants to, but at the same time to withhold that spiritual essence that sexuality really is, in my opinion from someone you really, genuinely like is unfortunate in and of itself.  There needs to be a balance…