FR: recent Boston immigrants

I went out today and I was on. On? ON!

I roll to Park st., open hot indian girl walking towards T. Decent open, but she is about to enter the T terminal and she says she has to go.

At the commons, I see someone sitting down. I see a punk haircut, maybe a guy, maybe girl, I circle around to see what's up. She might be Asian! I roll in, she IS azn, and she's hot. HB 7.5. Open direct, talk about her haircut. I lock in (and hilariously FTC hahaha MM FTW) by sitting down, and I playfully bust on her for her portffolio case, which looks like a nuclear briefcase, and we talk a little about the city. She's from Portland, and knows about my school. We chat it up about Maine, a little accent jokes, etc. I ask what's going on, she lives across the street (at Downtown Crossing? CRazy, for only 1800$) with her live-in BF. Whoops. We chat a little more, I go on my way to "harass more people".

I see two girls that are hot that I don't talk to. No worries, no regrets on these, they were mostly a matter of difficult logistics.

I roll to Copley, and as I'm walking through the skywalk, I see an leggy azn girl sitting there, looking at her cell phone. She is a 8 from a distance. I go down the stairs and escalator, pretend to be looking for a friend, and then pseudo-nervous, I walk past her again, then grab my balls, and just roll up on her. She is a 7 up close. She is super confused about my opener. Hoorah, another FOB. I slow down my speech. She is Japanese, so I start using 30% Japanese, a comfortable mix for me. She doesn't understand that I think she's cute, so I have to explain it to her. It's not as awkward as it sounds. We chat a little about Japanese phones, get the logistics, she lives near Symphony booyeah, and she plays the piano. Jigga what? She was a piano teacher in Japan. I mentally pop a boner. She's loving it, and I find out she has like 20 minutes to kill. I instabounce to Au Bon Pain. Walking through, I find out a little about her passions, etc. A little busting, she's not the normal FOB, fairly goofy and funny, which is cool. Lots of great eye contact going on, and I sometimes just say "what? what? what?" to her, and sometimes don't answer her questions, and just look at her eyes, smiling. It seems to work well. I act like I'm not nervous and trying to think of stuff, and it comes off 100% congruent. Eventually, half-way through, when I realized she was a human being, it just went away completely. Grab her number while talking. I grounded myself fully, and I understood her pretty well. Felt like there was a good connection. She has to bounce to meet her friend.

Cool.

Now I'm just in state like none other. It's not a sexual frenzy, but it is a social frenzy. I'm ready to open anything with legs.

I rock over to Newbury St.

I'm at about Aldo/Aldo Accessories area, and I see this black chick walk past. I was fantasizing about a girl like this as I was coming in today, a little hoodrat with big titties and a crude vocabulary and shit. I've been withholding the hand for the last 5 days, and this girl drove me crazy. 5'2", black, fairly slim/healthy build, C-D cups, amazing face, braided fro thingy, in the slinkiest and lowest cut dress ever. HB9. I mentally visualize dropping a load on her face. I walk past, and then start off for her. I approach from behind, tap her on the shoulder and open her directly. I can't for the life of me recall exact stuff, but I joked about her having a swagger, get her to take off her earplugs, and I find out she's from Chicago. I lead the way down the street, she shit tests me about which direction I was going, but I kind of blow it off. We start having a good conversation. She doesn't know much of the city, and she's just walking around drinking in the sights, so I agree to guide her just to the Public Garden. (Just for the record, I ended up spending like 1.5 hours with this girl, and it was really fun.) We talk about our backgrounds. I talk about Chicago, travelling, she shares, I bust on her regularly (like every 5 minutes) until much later in the interaction. I guide her through the garden, to Fanuiel, got her number there while sitting near the Breakdancers, back to the Commons, and eventually to Park St Station, where we parted ways.

She's a very positive girl, who has her own set of values. She grew up in central Chicago, but is doing chemical research and she's very smart. She talks like a Georgia hoodrat, though. I spoke very articulately, which threw her off a little, but I think it was overall a big DHV, as I think she likes being around smart people and considering herself smart. She also entered the state beauty pageant, although was not a finalist. I would like to meet who beat her, because they could not have had nicer, firmer titties.

A brief aside- her titties. They were perky, despite clearly having no bra on under her dress. They were big. I spent most of my concentration NOT looking at her titties, and laughing when she told me stories of guys hitting on her. "Ha ha ha what a bunch of chumps! Could you, perhaps, show me them titties?" She told me that guys hit on her like 10x a day. I experienced nothing like that while rolling w/ her, which I was kind of looking forward to. I wanted to AMOG some guys and really protect her from the pervs of Boston, but no such luck. But yeah, her titties were everything I could ever hope for.

Kino wise, I spent some time hi fiving, I would touch her shoulder a lot for emphasis, and for a few minutes, I put my arm around her. Stupidly, I built negative compliance momentum, because I asked if she had defenses against a headlock, and joked about it, and she removed my arm. I don't know if it was a negative reaction to the kino, or just not wanting a headlock. Lesson learned, don't ever make the kino negative. Also, if I get negative compliance, headlock that bitch (optional chokehold).

It's interesting, because I started calibrating to her: I found a tone of voice that would make her laugh or comply (it was very authoritative), and I found which kind of jokes were working, and which were not, and I dropped the jokes that weren't. It was eerie, like I could see them coming.

Sometimes she would lead, like she wanted to get ice cream from the B&J near the park plaza hotel, which I was not aware of. I let her lead, playing it off like a joke, and it's fun to see where she'll lead me. Turns out she's right, and she hooks me up with free ice cream, because she knew the female working behind the counter. Cool. Sometimes, she would stop while we were walking to say or emphasize something, but so did I. I led maybe 70-80%, she led the rest. It seemed to work well. I would let her cut me off sometimes verbally, but I would talk over her or cut her off as well at times, so it seemed to be working all right.

I would say the one thing I was not doing well was getting sexuality/physical comfort going. I did one or two sexual double entendres, and I think a minor sexual roleplay (extremely minor). It's strange, because everyone says day game means !hands off!, but it felt like I should have had my arms around her waist at points, and I felt like I was choding out by not kinoing her harder. Maybe I'm totally off, and I did too much. She was trying to figure out ADD style how to get back home, and I asked her what her final destination was, and she gave me this look, like 'I'm not going to tell you where I live' or something. I clear up the issue, and say "you think the worst of everyone, huh?" which might have fucked me, because it made going back to her place seem like a bad intention or something.

Anyway, with her number (and I told her I'd call her this weekend), I get on the T. I smile the whole way back, and weird out the people sitting around me.

I'm thinking of them titties. THEM TITTIES. Too many Yolandas throwing up they titties. haha this no porn/jerking streak is making me lose my mind.

A great day, though, and I really have ZERO REGRETS about today. I FUCKING LOVE IT!!!