<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121</id><updated>2012-01-23T19:04:19.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Dating Stories</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is about my journey into the seduction community, and how I eventually came to reject its teachings. Some of the stories will make you smile. Some will make you laugh. Others will make you sick. But they are all true. Only the names and locations have been changed to protect the innocent (and not so innocent).</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>174</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-8396200251990863646</id><published>2008-05-06T21:58:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:14:06.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting It All Together</title><summary type='text'>I always heard that the process of learning to pick up women was supposed to be enjoyable and that over time I will like it. I never found this to be the case. It always felt like a tremendous amount of effort and not to mention, a little masochistic to put yourself through all that. Plus it was always the girl who ultimately decided if I did it correctly. So on some level it felt like I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8396200251990863646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=8396200251990863646' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/8396200251990863646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/8396200251990863646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/putting-it-all-together.html' title='Putting It All Together'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3D2Wc2Wigl0/SCEaBtheqvI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Ls9Tihm2bJA/s72-c/lava_screen_capture.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-509464009373877995</id><published>2008-05-06T21:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T20:22:10.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Night Of Passion</title><summary type='text'>Melyssa was a sexy woman in her 40s, great body. I met her at this bar in the same town where I hooked up with Bonnie. We met at a club. I was talking to people, and just socializing without wanting anything from anyone. Her friend tried to pick me up on the dance floor but I wasn't interested.I was getting much better reactions in general than when I used to go out for the purpose of getting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/509464009373877995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=509464009373877995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/509464009373877995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/509464009373877995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-night-of-passion.html' title='One Night Of Passion'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-107643133950522476</id><published>2008-05-06T20:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T17:00:19.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrapping Up Daytime Pickup In Toronto</title><summary type='text'>I was in the city for a week and was going to put my best foot forward. I was interested to see what the results were going to be like now that I had a much better outlook and had a renewed sense of positivity. I went to several stores downtown, including the Chapters. It was good that I didn't live in the city because I could do a lot of approaches and not have to worry about arousing suspicion.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/107643133950522476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=107643133950522476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/107643133950522476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/107643133950522476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/wrapping-up-daytime-pickup-in-toronto.html' title='Wrapping Up Daytime Pickup In Toronto'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-8109509418518129738</id><published>2008-05-06T20:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T20:38:07.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sondra</title><summary type='text'>I met Sondra from the internet personals, 40 years old, fairly attractive.She liked my profile, and wanted to know a lot about me. I told her some things but held back. I said I would talk about the rest in person (as recommended by Brent). I told her to meet me at my hotel, outside the front doors. She asked what I was looking for. I told her, just hang out and get to know each other (thinking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8109509418518129738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=8109509418518129738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/8109509418518129738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/8109509418518129738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/sondra.html' title='Sondra'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-5068327410191591264</id><published>2008-05-06T20:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T20:29:41.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lacey</title><summary type='text'>Lacey was a woman I met from Craigslist. She was in her 30s and decent looking. She messaged me. My Friends-With-Benefits profile caught her eye.I tell her I live out of the city, but the next time I'm in Toronto I will let her know and we can meet up. She was okay with that.A few weeks later I send her an email telling her I'll be in the city and maybe we can meet. She writes back and asks if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5068327410191591264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=5068327410191591264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/5068327410191591264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/5068327410191591264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/lacey.html' title='Lacey'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-2827743946775314230</id><published>2008-05-06T20:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T20:22:02.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Minutes To Sex</title><summary type='text'>Bonnie was a sexy woman I met from the internet personals, 35 years old. She lived in a nearby city. And I happened to be in her town one weekend.She said in her profile that she wasn't looking for a relationship, and just wanted something with no strings attached. I message her and make a comment on her profile. We then chat a bit on MSN and over email. I suggested we get together that weekend. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2827743946775314230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=2827743946775314230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/2827743946775314230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/2827743946775314230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/ten-minutes-to-sex.html' title='Ten Minutes To Sex'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-2332183887562778483</id><published>2008-05-06T19:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T20:03:05.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Striking Up A Business Deal</title><summary type='text'>Clarisse was another girl I met from my town, using the internet personals. She was 28 years old and cute. She messaged me first. She said that she liked my profile but if I am looking for one of those really slim girls forget it. She had kind of an edge to her. My profile said I was looking for an athletic/slim girl, of a certain height range. In her profile she said she wanted to be treated </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2332183887562778483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=2332183887562778483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/2332183887562778483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/2332183887562778483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/striking-up-business-deal.html' title='Striking Up A Business Deal'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-8486870892276297381</id><published>2008-05-06T19:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T19:49:01.357-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Priya</title><summary type='text'>I met Priya from the internet personals. She lived in my town (I was no longer living in Toronto). She was 34 years old and kind of cute with a slim build. I had my newly constructed profile up. It was based on what I had learned from listening to what Brent and Dave M had to say on the Insider Internet Dating On Steroids program. Very basically, you say that you are open to friends with benefits</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8486870892276297381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=8486870892276297381' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/8486870892276297381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/8486870892276297381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/priya.html' title='Priya'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-3040627279958814078</id><published>2008-05-06T19:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T19:34:24.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Elizabeth</title><summary type='text'>Elizabeth was a cute 31 year old from Craigslist. She had responded to my crude internet profile months before. The tagline was: What do you look like without makeup? It basically said that men don't have to wear makeup and women do, so who should be pining for who? It also addressed the feeling of missing out many people have.She wrote me saying she liked my honesty, and admitted that the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3040627279958814078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=3040627279958814078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/3040627279958814078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/3040627279958814078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/elizabeth.html' title='Elizabeth'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-6999871993284147948</id><published>2008-05-06T19:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T12:46:21.192-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Brent</title><summary type='text'>It was great going out to bars with the attitude of not wanting anything from anyone. It made me very relaxed. And I was getting good reactions from women just by making normal conversation. Who would have thought? One time in this bar in Toronto I was getting good reactions all night. One girl even caressed my face as she walked by.I talked to mixed groups of guys and girls. There was no anxiety</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6999871993284147948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=6999871993284147948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/6999871993284147948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/6999871993284147948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/post-brent.html' title='Post Brent'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-396000461824266786</id><published>2008-05-06T18:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T19:01:54.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Fresh</title><summary type='text'>I reached a point where I knew I had to start fresh. I had to let go of my previous beliefs and work from a clean slate. And this time, whatever truths I came across would have to have real staying power. Not just truth (flavor) of the week, or month. It was something that had to make sense to me week after week, month after month, year after year.I realized something was very wrong when, despite</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/396000461824266786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=396000461824266786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/396000461824266786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/396000461824266786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/starting-fresh.html' title='Starting Fresh'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-201452781569239779</id><published>2008-05-06T18:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T18:44:17.968-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Negging Experiment</title><summary type='text'>Negging was something I did once in a while at the clubs, but not often. It was an integral part of Mystery Method - you had to take girls down a peg before you could relate to them as a person. It certainly made sense to do if girls thought that you wanted them just like every other guy. But there was something about it which just didn't sit well with me, which is why I wasn't a big advocate of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/201452781569239779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=201452781569239779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/201452781569239779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/201452781569239779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/negging-experiment.html' title='Negging Experiment'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-4351050395170067765</id><published>2008-05-06T18:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T18:30:00.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Larisa</title><summary type='text'>Larisa was a 21 year old russian girl from the internet personals, very attractive. She responded well to my Machiavellian profile. She thought it was pretty funny.We chatted online but I never made plans to meet, on purpose. I wanted to try the LJBF method on her.A few weeks later I send her the LJBF email. She writes back saying it would be cool to meet as friends.We meet and I don't do any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4351050395170067765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=4351050395170067765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/4351050395170067765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/4351050395170067765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/larisa.html' title='Larisa'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-8015693087760839997</id><published>2008-05-06T17:43:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:52:17.234-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery's "5 for 5" And Brent</title><summary type='text'>I briefly got into the Mystery Method more following my realization that aggressive and direct style wasn't necessarily good for getting girls. I fixated on the Mystery Method after he wrote this incredibly egotistical post on the seduction forum, claiming that he can go 5 for 5. In other words, out of five approaches with intent he can get five girlfriends, and five new sex partners. Apparently </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8015693087760839997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=8015693087760839997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/8015693087760839997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/8015693087760839997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/mysterys-5-for-5-and-brent.html' title='Mystery&apos;s &quot;5 for 5&quot; And Brent'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-6822774171184259486</id><published>2008-05-06T17:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:51:16.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Straw</title><summary type='text'>Andria was a 35 year old woman I met from the internet personals, very attractive. I had used my Machiavellian profile which she really liked.We chatted on MSN, I flirted etc. We then have a nice phone conversation. We talk about where we like to spend time. I mention I like clubs. She says she loves clubs. So I suggest we meet at this downtown club the next day that I often go to. She agrees, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6822774171184259486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=6822774171184259486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/6822774171184259486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/6822774171184259486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-straw.html' title='The Last Straw'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-1174774112491175679</id><published>2008-05-06T17:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:50:11.205-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Connie</title><summary type='text'>Connie was a very attractive 23 year old from Lavalife. I wrote her an arrogant IM asking her to tell me three things about herself that will make me want to get to know her better (as taken from Style's Personals Method). She responds back telling me three things, the last of which being that she can't stand arrogant men who are full of themselves. It didn't go any further than that.I then send </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1174774112491175679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=1174774112491175679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/1174774112491175679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/1174774112491175679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/connie.html' title='Connie'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-5329651869656820326</id><published>2008-05-06T17:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T17:17:08.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrapping Up LJBF Method Experiment</title><summary type='text'>I blew off a bunch of opportunities for dates just to test this out. There were around a dozen women from the internet personals I tested this out on. One was particularly nasty where I purposely cancelled a date, and then a few weeks later sent her the LJBF email. It was like a verse out of The Rules. But a version for men. Nasty stuff. I also sent the LJBF email to Sheryl, that girl who played </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5329651869656820326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=5329651869656820326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/5329651869656820326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/5329651869656820326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/wrapping-up-ljbf-method-experiment.html' title='Wrapping Up LJBF Method Experiment'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-7462132361971796268</id><published>2008-05-06T16:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:49:23.092-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Observations And Experimentation</title><summary type='text'>Lavalife was like my very own laboratory. I could test out all these different things from the comfort of my own computer. It wasn't quite the same as real life but some of the statistics were interesting nonetheless. For instance...On Lavalife, only 1 in 10 smiles returned lead to an actual date.90% of the smiles returned don't go anywhere when you message the women. The women just ignore your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7462132361971796268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=7462132361971796268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/7462132361971796268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/7462132361971796268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/online-observations-and-experimentation.html' title='Online Observations And Experimentation'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-6242325750369471108</id><published>2008-05-06T16:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T17:22:30.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Stuff 2</title><summary type='text'>I decide to try out this very laid back approach at this club in Toronto. It was well established that my aggressive style wasn't working that well, so I would try something different. I would be friendly but disinterested and observe what happened.I start talking to this really attractive girl (early 20s) with the standard "How's your night going?", and the conversation goes from there. I wasn't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6242325750369471108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=6242325750369471108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/6242325750369471108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/6242325750369471108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-stuff-2.html' title='Random Stuff 2'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-1971316452406746910</id><published>2008-05-06T15:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T15:29:59.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonja</title><summary type='text'>Sonja was a cute 23 year old from the internet personals. She messaged me first. I had used a new hard-hitting profile which I called the Machiavellian profile:Well designed women onlyI am most interested in meeting girls that understand that I am not one to work very hard when it comes to dating. I guess you can say I'm spoiled since I've been with enough women who don't waste my time, that I've</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1971316452406746910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=1971316452406746910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/1971316452406746910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/1971316452406746910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/sonja.html' title='Sonja'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-4775791325725263391</id><published>2008-05-06T15:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:45:12.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dariya</title><summary type='text'>Dariya was a sexy 35 year old russian woman from the internet personals. I met her from Plentyoffish. She read my profile and some of my (plentyoffish) forum posts which seemed to suggest that I'm a hardcore player who dumps women if they don't get with the program. So maybe she liked jerks or drama or both. I could give that to her. Although I was starting to strongly dislike that style of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4775791325725263391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=4775791325725263391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/4775791325725263391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/4775791325725263391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/dariya.html' title='Dariya'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-4098923438929788353</id><published>2008-05-06T14:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T15:07:35.681-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another LJBF Method Success</title><summary type='text'>Daniela was an attractive 36 year old woman from the internet personals. She had a nice slim body. She looked like a rocker chick, pretty hot. We had several MSN chats. She said she met one guy off the personals so far, but he was a bit too desperate. She said she didn't know guys had an internal clock. Like with Wendy, she flaked on me and couldn't make the date. So I sent her the LJBF email a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4098923438929788353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=4098923438929788353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/4098923438929788353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/4098923438929788353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-ljbf-method-success.html' title='Another LJBF Method Success'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-5774582900633635974</id><published>2008-05-06T14:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T14:52:44.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Style's Personals Method</title><summary type='text'>Shyla was an attractive 26 year old from the internet personals. I had used a cocky-funny asshole profile. I had sent her a smile on Lavalife in the past but she didn't return it, but this time with my new asshole profile she sent a smile back. I send her a message telling her to describe three qualities about herself that would make me want to get to know her better, and to send me her answer at</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5774582900633635974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=5774582900633635974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/5774582900633635974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/5774582900633635974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/styles-personals-method.html' title='Style&apos;s Personals Method'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-6337867420625957900</id><published>2008-05-06T13:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T13:32:20.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>99.99%</title><summary type='text'>Anamaria was a 37 year old woman from the intimate section of Lavalife, asian and reasonably attractive. She messaged me. I had used a cocky-funny asshole profile.We chatted and flirted online. I find out she's married, but I decide to go for it anyway. It turns out she's used the personals before. I tell her to keep the communications online and over email, no phone or number exchange.I suggest </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6337867420625957900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=6337867420625957900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/6337867420625957900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/6337867420625957900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/9999.html' title='99.99%'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-4736267454359503980</id><published>2008-05-06T13:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T13:24:21.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Candice</title><summary type='text'>Candice was a cute girl I met from the internet personals, 28 years old. She asked me how many girls I typically have on the go. I told her 2 or 3. She said she doesn't mind seeing multiple people but will only have sex with one or none. I told her that we can hang out as friends then. She said she was cool with that.We met and hung out at the club. We have great conversation. But all I got from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4736267454359503980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=4736267454359503980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/4736267454359503980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/4736267454359503980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/candice.html' title='Candice'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-8096258701507644670</id><published>2008-05-06T13:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T13:21:20.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monica</title><summary type='text'>Monica was a 38 year old woman from the internet personals. She chastised me after reading my Pimp profile, and gave me a hard time. I blow it off. A few days later I change my profile to a nicer one. She messaged me saying it was a big improvement. She then tells me that I'm really cute, complimenting me on my looks. We chat online and she is very flirty with me. She asks if I'm seeing other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8096258701507644670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=8096258701507644670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/8096258701507644670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/8096258701507644670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/monica.html' title='Monica'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-4745749451179686572</id><published>2008-05-06T13:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:42:51.247-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LJBF Method Continued</title><summary type='text'>Alicia was a cute 27 year old from the internet personals.We chat online, and she is interested in getting together. On the date I just lay back and play it cool, not making any moves. I tell her I'm not a relationship guy in case she missed that the first time around. She is touching me incidentally at times. This suggests she is attracted.I end the date a little early, wanting to be a challenge</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4745749451179686572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=4745749451179686572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/4745749451179686572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/4745749451179686572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/ljbf-method-continued.html' title='LJBF Method Continued'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-4535233511089218857</id><published>2008-05-06T12:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T12:44:51.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Laid With "Let's Just Be Friends"</title><summary type='text'>Wendy was a very sexy 27 year old from the internet personals. Great body. She originally cancelled plans to meet so I told her it was up to her to contact me again. She said I could do the same.I don't hear from her, so I decide to try the LJBF (Let's Just Be Friends) method. Someone on the forum had posted about it. He said that he told hot girls upfront that he just wanted to be friends and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4535233511089218857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=4535233511089218857' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/4535233511089218857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/4535233511089218857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/getting-laid-with-lets-just-be-friends.html' title='Getting Laid With &quot;Let&apos;s Just Be Friends&quot;'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-8156981005208124472</id><published>2008-05-06T11:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T16:52:36.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Avril</title><summary type='text'>Avril was a girl from the internet personals, 28 years old, average looking. I wrote an anti-feminist crude sounding profile, and she messaged me saying that she liked what I wrote. From there we chatted on MSN. I find out that she actually worked in a male-dominated profession, so it was a bit ironic that she messaged me at all.We meet and I decide to play it really relaxed and laid back. She's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8156981005208124472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=8156981005208124472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/8156981005208124472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/8156981005208124472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/avril.html' title='Avril'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-654828787017741270</id><published>2008-05-06T11:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:41:05.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Cockblock</title><summary type='text'>Alice was a woman from the internet personals, 31 years old, attractive. She messaged me first. We chatted a bit on MSN. She was set to go on a trip but said she would contact me after she got back.A few weeks later she messages me online. We chat and make plans to meet.We met at this bar and things are going well. I don't make any moves on her. She says a few times that I'm an attractive guy who</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/654828787017741270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=654828787017741270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/654828787017741270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/654828787017741270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/interesting-cockblock.html' title='Interesting Cockblock'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-729374298058414929</id><published>2008-05-06T10:48:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T16:46:31.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimp Profile</title><summary type='text'>After my harsh experience with Rosalina I updated my profile to the former hardcore, style and then some. I called it the Pimp profile. Here it is:Relationships are ok, harems are betterFantasy: Meeting the man of your dreams, the guy who gives you all those incredible feelings, and only you.Fact: Such men are usually seeing other women, and have a lot of experience. They are sometimes called </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/729374298058414929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=729374298058414929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/729374298058414929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/729374298058414929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/pimp-profile.html' title='Pimp Profile'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-8268762119969246744</id><published>2008-05-06T10:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:39:08.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Retard</title><summary type='text'>Rosalina was a very attractive Romanian girl, 26 years old, from the internet personals. She messaged me first. She moved to the city a few years ago and still had an accent. We chatted a lot online. She was really digging me. She said at one point that she's picky, and hinted that it takes a long time to get somewhere with her (playfully, but still). I don't tell her directly that I'm not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8268762119969246744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=8268762119969246744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/8268762119969246744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/8268762119969246744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/social-retard.html' title='Social Retard'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-3443751440974339424</id><published>2008-05-06T10:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:38:20.408-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria</title><summary type='text'>Maria was a cute Columbian girl I met at the club, 26 years old, great body. She was there with her friend. She was staying in Toronto for a few months. I start talking to her, with the usual "how's it going?" opener. It went from there.While I'm talking to her this other guy (Anton) is gaming her friend. He's a cool guy. We are helping each other out. Both girls are responding well to us. He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3443751440974339424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=3443751440974339424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/3443751440974339424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/3443751440974339424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/maria.html' title='Maria'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-4623360773422190253</id><published>2008-05-05T22:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T23:19:28.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut Down</title><summary type='text'>Angie was a woman I met from hotornot, 30 years old and very attractive. She was from LA and was in Toronto for school. She messaged me first. My profile caught her eye. It said that I'm not looking for anything serious.We chat on MSN and then move to the phone. She flirts with me, and is quite forward, maybe too much so. But I figure it's all good anyway.We met at a downtown bar, one of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4623360773422190253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=4623360773422190253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/4623360773422190253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/4623360773422190253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/shut-down.html' title='Shut Down'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-5378811159210901913</id><published>2008-05-05T22:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:39:05.398-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheryl</title><summary type='text'>Sheryl was an attractive woman I met from the internet personals, 36 years old, great body. She messaged me first telling me I have beautiful eyes. I write her back thanking her for the compliment and give her my MSN address. She adds me and we chat. We make plans to meet.We met at a pub. I play it very laid back. We talk about music and other common interests. I tell her I want to learn electric</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5378811159210901913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=5378811159210901913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/5378811159210901913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/5378811159210901913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/sheryl.html' title='Sheryl'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-3240138035885607795</id><published>2008-05-05T22:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:28:10.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanessa</title><summary type='text'>Vanessa was a sexy older woman from the internet personals, 38 years old, great body.We met for lunch. I play it cool. No physical advances. Just normal laid back conversation. Not even any flirting.Afterwards I walk with her to the subway station. We hug. I say something about getting together again. She says sure, but it sounded more like she was just being polite.I don't contact her for a few </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3240138035885607795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=3240138035885607795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/3240138035885607795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/3240138035885607795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/vanessa.html' title='Vanessa'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-4670533733299760920</id><published>2008-05-05T22:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:24:20.527-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anita</title><summary type='text'>Anita was a woman from the internet personals, 29 years old. She wasn't a stellar beauty but had a nice slim body.We chatted directly on the phone as she didn't want to bother with MSN.We met for drinks and played a few games of pool. I sensed the signals were right so I got progressively flirty with her, kissing her. She was into it.Afterwards we go to this place to eat. She ran into friends </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4670533733299760920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=4670533733299760920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/4670533733299760920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/4670533733299760920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/anita.html' title='Anita'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-7727604708753840799</id><published>2008-05-05T22:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:13:45.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond Prudish</title><summary type='text'>Lidia was a very attractive girl from the internet personals, 24 years old. We chatted on MSN and then the phone. I told her that I'm not the serious type and that all my passionate relationships start passionately. I also told her I suck at relationships. She says she wants to see what it would be like to just have fun and not be so serious. She said she misses having someone to wake up next to.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7727604708753840799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=7727604708753840799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/7727604708753840799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/7727604708753840799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/beyond-prudish.html' title='Beyond Prudish'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-8150827683132131107</id><published>2008-05-05T21:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:04:45.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tina</title><summary type='text'>Tina was a cute girl I met from the internet personals, 27 years old. The MSN chat went beautifully. There was lots of flirting.We met at this downtown bar and I sat next to her on the stool. We are getting on well. I hold back on the physical advances. I allow her to signal me when she's interested. Sure enough, after 10-15 minutes her body language became very receptive. So I move in, the usual</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8150827683132131107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=8150827683132131107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/8150827683132131107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/8150827683132131107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/tina.html' title='Tina'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-3705020519874501415</id><published>2008-05-05T21:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:36:19.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Returning Fox At Last</title><summary type='text'>Eva was a woman I chatted with a few months before from the internet personals. She was a sexy 34 year old, part filipina, brunette, and had a nice body.We chatted on MSN and had a falling out when she started challenging me on my player ways, telling me that she's looking for something more. She said she always ends up with the wrong guys but wanted something different this time around. Yeah </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3705020519874501415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=3705020519874501415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/3705020519874501415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/3705020519874501415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/returning-fox-at-last.html' title='Returning Fox At Last'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-3133963352767842304</id><published>2008-05-05T20:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:34:16.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Steph</title><summary type='text'>Steph was a cute girl I had talked to a few months before. I knew her from the internet personals. She talked my ear off on the phone one night, telling me about her past experiences playing practical jokes on co-workers (she's a nurse). I just listened and threw in the occasional interjection, but was starting to fall asleep. She told me to not fall asleep or she'll scream. I said "If you scream</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3133963352767842304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=3133963352767842304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/3133963352767842304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/3133963352767842304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/steph.html' title='Steph'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-5515341612713354522</id><published>2008-05-05T20:15:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T14:13:20.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That's A Lot Of Physical Contact</title><summary type='text'>Shayla was a 31 year old woman from the internet personals. She lived with her mother. She messaged me first, commenting on my profile. It was a very hard hitting "player" profile written in the third person. It was designed to inject a sense of drama and fear of loss into the female reader. We chatted on MSN.I suggested we meet at a club. She clarifies that she is no guy's booty call. I diffuse </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5515341612713354522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=5515341612713354522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/5515341612713354522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/5515341612713354522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/thats-lot-of-physical-contact.html' title='That&apos;s A Lot Of Physical Contact'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-6504904074676205745</id><published>2008-05-05T19:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:32:45.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Humiliation</title><summary type='text'>Cathy was a woman from the intimate section of Lavalife, 28 years old. She messaged me first. She said my picture was hot.We chatted on MSN and then on the phone. The tone was flirtatious. She talked about sex in a fairly direct manner which raised some doubts in my mind. But I dismissed them. Regardless we had a few good chats. She seemed like a cool girl. She didn't live in Toronto but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6504904074676205745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=6504904074676205745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/6504904074676205745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/6504904074676205745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/humiliation.html' title='Humiliation'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-7160786105786504126</id><published>2008-05-05T19:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T13:57:10.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gen</title><summary type='text'>Gen was an attractive French girl I met from the internet personals, 27 years old. She sent me a smile on Lavalife, and I messaged her. We chatted on MSN. She said I'm really good looking. I flirted a bit with her. She expressed concern that I must be able to get every girl I want. It's funny how some girls thought that. It wasn't true by a long shot, and it even made things more difficult </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7160786105786504126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=7160786105786504126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/7160786105786504126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/7160786105786504126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/gen.html' title='Gen'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-6591678325327838565</id><published>2008-05-05T19:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:29:47.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Aggressive And Direct Has Limitations</title><summary type='text'>I reached this interesting conclusion that being direct and aggressive with women doesn't really work that well. That hardcore caveman style I had made a point of using many times over was not getting me any significant results. Let's look at some stats.With the last 30 women or so I had gone out with, I made a point of pushing and escalating physically with every single one. It didn't matter if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6591678325327838565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=6591678325327838565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/6591678325327838565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/6591678325327838565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/being-aggressive-and-direct-has.html' title='Being Aggressive And Direct Has Limitations'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-5758175212555541459</id><published>2008-05-05T19:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T19:26:23.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbara</title><summary type='text'>I met Barbara on the dance floor of a salsa club. She was 23 years old and Russian, really cute. She had moved to the city a few years ago and didn't have much of an accent left.I asked her to dance. She was into me right away. Dancing was a really good way to get close. If you hit it off you could start making out immediately, which we did.She was a very forward girl, and mature for her age. She</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5758175212555541459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=5758175212555541459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/5758175212555541459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/5758175212555541459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/barbara.html' title='Barbara'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-7201191861087244461</id><published>2008-05-05T18:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:28:14.918-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Would Let You Know...</title><summary type='text'>Yolanda was an attractive woman I met from the internet personals, 28 years old. She didn't respond to my original message inviting her to chat with me on MSN. So a few weeks later I sent her the same message again. She responds telling me "hmm... persistent aren't we...I like that", and she adds me to her MSN. We have a nice friendly chat and make plans to meet.We met at the usual lounge-bar, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7201191861087244461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=7201191861087244461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/7201191861087244461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/7201191861087244461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-would-let-you-know.html' title='I Would Let You Know...'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-29074950002249307</id><published>2008-05-05T17:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T18:10:40.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Edith</title><summary type='text'>Edith was a very attractive Turkish girl I met from the internet personals. She was 28 years old. She moved to Toronto a few years ago. She sent me a smile on Lavalife, and I messaged her. We then chatted on MSN. She said she saw me walking downtown the previous winter and wanted to say hi.We talk about what we are each looking for. I tell her I'm not looking for anything serious. She says she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/29074950002249307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=29074950002249307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/29074950002249307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/29074950002249307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/edith.html' title='Edith'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-5479841787877555279</id><published>2008-05-05T17:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:26:48.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tough Nut</title><summary type='text'>Madelaine was a 34 year old triathlete, very fit. I met her from the internet personals. We chatted on MSN. She seemed to have a bit of low self-esteem. She said that she'd been told that she is one of the few good looking girls on the personals site. She also (playfully) accused me of being a player who is looking for even more girls.We make plans to meet downtown at this outdoor patio. I get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5479841787877555279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=5479841787877555279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/5479841787877555279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/5479841787877555279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/tough-nut.html' title='A Tough Nut'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-5912904574981021919</id><published>2008-05-05T17:33:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T11:34:45.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Back</title><summary type='text'>I met Melinda from the internet personals. We flirted a lot over MSN. She was 22 years old and attractive. She grew up on a farm, and had her own internet business. So she was fairly mature for a girl her age.We met at the usual lounge-bar, and had drinks on the patio. We started off with laid back conversation. I was in no hurry to make any moves.I then suggest we go upstairs. We sit on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5912904574981021919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=5912904574981021919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/5912904574981021919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/5912904574981021919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/hold-back.html' title='Hold Back'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-5964485497461630247</id><published>2008-05-05T16:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T18:18:21.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Dancing</title><summary type='text'>I went to one of the downtown bars where I've had success in the past. I wanted to try some dance floor game, and get girls to come to me by way of my dancing.I chill for a bit and then go dance. I keep my head lowered a bit, and concentrate on my moves, putting emphasis on gyrating my hips and moving my hands in a sexy fashion.After a short while this really sexy woman wearing a short cutoff </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5964485497461630247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=5964485497461630247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/5964485497461630247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/5964485497461630247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/dirty-dancing.html' title='Dirty Dancing'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-2976443623221333511</id><published>2008-05-05T16:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T16:57:05.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Sweaty Sex</title><summary type='text'>Roslyn was a 26 year old from the internet personals. She messaged me online from the intimate section of Lavalife. We chatted a bit on IM. I convey that I am promiscuous and just want to have fun. She says that maybe I haven't met the right girl. I tell her that if you're always looking for the right one you get to enjoy no one.We exchange pictures. She sends me a picture that isn't too </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2976443623221333511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=2976443623221333511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/2976443623221333511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/2976443623221333511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/hot-sweaty-sex.html' title='Hot Sweaty Sex'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-5238876007356417457</id><published>2008-05-05T16:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T16:48:07.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretentious Woman</title><summary type='text'>This is a copy of a chat log with a woman I was double matched with from hotornot. My profile mentioned I was interested in meeting women who were into "extreme" dating, which I intended to mean that I was into meeting fun women who weren't uptight. This is a copy of the chat log, spelling mistakes and all. I'm not going to put any commentary, as it speaks for itself.Her: oh now i remeber who you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5238876007356417457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=5238876007356417457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/5238876007356417457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/5238876007356417457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/pretentious-woman.html' title='Pretentious Woman'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-2583678017366363879</id><published>2008-05-05T16:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:24:04.767-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breanne</title><summary type='text'>Breanne was a woman from the internet personals, 38 years old, decent looking. My profile tagline: "Relationships are ok, harems are better" caught her eye. We chatted a few times on MSN. There was lots of playful banter and flirting. She gave me a bit of a hard time on my "player" ways.We met at this outdoor patio. I suggested we meet near her place (for obvious reasons). There was a parade on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2583678017366363879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=2583678017366363879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/2583678017366363879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/2583678017366363879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/breanne.html' title='Breanne'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-993561607936430408</id><published>2008-05-05T15:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T17:20:28.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Katrin</title><summary type='text'>Katrin was a very cute 28 year old I met from the internet personals. She was swedish, and had been in the city quite a few years.We chatted a lot over MSN. There was a lot of clever, playful banter and flirting (sexual innuendoes). She wasn't ready to meet at first but after a few attempts she agreed to it.We met at a pub. I play it cool at first. We chat and have good conversation. I start </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/993561607936430408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=993561607936430408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/993561607936430408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/993561607936430408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/katrin.html' title='Katrin'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-3440585296401857607</id><published>2008-05-05T15:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T15:10:18.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cynthia</title><summary type='text'>I met Cynthia from hotornot. She was 33 years old, attractive, and eastern european. She had an accent. We chatted and flirted on MSN.We met at this pub. Although her face didn't look as good as in the pictures she had a great body. She wore these tight fitting jeans. In fact, she had an amazing body.Things got off to an interesting start. A few minutes in she tells me that she's married! I had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3440585296401857607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=3440585296401857607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/3440585296401857607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/3440585296401857607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/cynthia.html' title='Cynthia'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-4858483638922783679</id><published>2008-05-05T14:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:21:34.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude I'm Not Making Out With You</title><summary type='text'>Tamara was a black woman I met from the internet personals, 39 years old, and fairly attractive.We met for a drink at the usual lounge-bar I went to. She seemed friendly enough. But also seemed to be keeping herself leaned slightly away from me, making it hard for me to initiate the physical advances.I keep the conversation focused mainly on common interests, like heavy metal music. I don't get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4858483638922783679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=4858483638922783679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/4858483638922783679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/4858483638922783679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/dude-im-not-making-out-with-you.html' title='Dude I&apos;m Not Making Out With You'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-6806782651440681744</id><published>2008-05-05T14:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:20:33.828-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Josie</title><summary type='text'>I met Josie from the internet personals. She was 28 years old and was moving back to Toronto from Vancouver. She said she would contact me when she got settled, and we could meet.We met at this lounge-bar where I often met girls. She was bigger than in her pictures, which was a bit of a surprise as I found that women are usually honest about their physical attributes. But she was still fairly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6806782651440681744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=6806782651440681744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/6806782651440681744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/6806782651440681744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/josie.html' title='Josie'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-7326964539340833680</id><published>2008-05-05T14:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:54:42.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daytime Pickup In Toronto</title><summary type='text'>Daytime pickup in Toronto was no walk in the park. It had its difficulty just like where I was living before. I would go out, get mentally psyched up, do approaches that wouldn't go anywhere and then return home drained. There wasn't a lot to work with. I would at times persist in the conversation but the women wouldn't allow themselves to be engaged. That was a key point, they weren't allowing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7326964539340833680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=7326964539340833680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/7326964539340833680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/7326964539340833680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/daytime-pickup-in-toronto.html' title='Daytime Pickup In Toronto'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-2630319378680481243</id><published>2008-05-05T14:05:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T22:45:01.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Laid Brazilian Style</title><summary type='text'>Raquel was a sexy brazilian woman in her 30s whom I met at the club. It was the same club I met that cougar.I initially met her while she was with her friend on the dance floor. I didn't approach initially. I just vibed a bit, and gave them a chance to notice me. Then I approached with my standard "how are you two doing?" One of the girls (Raquel) didn't understand me. She spoke limited english, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2630319378680481243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=2630319378680481243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/2630319378680481243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/2630319378680481243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/getting-laid-brazilian-style.html' title='Getting Laid Brazilian Style'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-1037572501069972194</id><published>2008-05-05T13:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:16:30.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Elena</title><summary type='text'>Elena was a russian woman from the internet personals, 35 years old. She recently moved to Toronto and was studying to be a doctor. We chatted on MSN a few times before meeting.We met at this lounge-bar I liked to go to. I get progressively flirty with her. She gives me these looks like she can't believe my boldness. I had gotten this reaction before but I knew how to deal with it. I said "am I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1037572501069972194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=1037572501069972194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/1037572501069972194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/1037572501069972194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/elena.html' title='Elena'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-6775411657080175837</id><published>2008-05-05T13:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T13:58:00.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Suzy</title><summary type='text'>Suzy was a 38 year old woman from the internet personals, reasonably attractive. We chatted online. She seemed a little rigid.We meet at this coffee place. I sit next to her and do my thing. She seems uncomfortable but doesn't verbalize it. She seems not that thrilled with my physical advances. Some people are looking at us. There's lots of elderly people in the cafe. It's hard for them not to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6775411657080175837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=6775411657080175837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/6775411657080175837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/6775411657080175837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/suzy.html' title='Suzy'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-1676276446245309461</id><published>2008-05-05T13:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T13:54:30.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sue</title><summary type='text'>Sue was a cute 28 year old russian girl from the internet personals. We chatted a few times online. There was substantial flirting between us. She complimented me on my looks. She asked if I'm looking for a long term or short term relationship. I told her I like to go with the flow, no pressure.We met near the subway station and went to a cafe. We chatted for about an hour or so. She was a really</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1676276446245309461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=1676276446245309461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/1676276446245309461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/1676276446245309461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/sue.html' title='Sue'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-6618051400128044971</id><published>2008-05-05T13:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T16:36:10.039-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardcore Persistence At The Cougar Bar</title><summary type='text'>I go to this bar downtown which has a good reputation for being a cougar bar.I had a few drinks to warm up and then did some throwaway approaches to get into state.I went to the upstairs part and looked down on the dance floor for a bit before heading down. I got into this fun/sexual state where I deliberately looked like I was on the hunt, but in a non-creepy way.I opened a group of girls </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6618051400128044971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=6618051400128044971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/6618051400128044971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/6618051400128044971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/hardcore-persistence-at-cougar-bar.html' title='Hardcore Persistence At The Cougar Bar'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-4795664392441914993</id><published>2008-05-05T12:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T12:14:11.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough Sex</title><summary type='text'>Leda was a 38 year old asian woman from the internet personals. She was okay looking with a slim fit body. We flirted a lot over MSN.We met at a pub. I immediately got very flirty with her. She was giving me these looks, not telling me to stop but more like "whoa...that's forward!" But I was on a roll. I really kept the cocky flirtatious humor going.She had some wine. I tried some of it. I had my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4795664392441914993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=4795664392441914993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/4795664392441914993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/4795664392441914993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/rough-sex.html' title='Rough Sex'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-4755668634459982453</id><published>2008-05-05T11:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:14:03.998-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pina</title><summary type='text'>Pina was a sexy older woman from the internet personals, 44 years old and british.We chatted on MSN and I bluntly told her that I'm not looking for a relationship. She says I can call it whatever I want as long as I'm only having sex with her. I disregard that comment. Sometimes women just talk nonsense.We met at a bar near where she lived. She is pretty cute. She is actually nicer in person than</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4755668634459982453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=4755668634459982453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/4755668634459982453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/4755668634459982453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/pina.html' title='Pina'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-613904123168257465</id><published>2008-05-05T11:38:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T16:17:14.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting The Air/Fuel Mixture Right</title><summary type='text'>Janice was a 34 year old woman from the internet personals. She was kind of sexy and cute but could be cuter if she smiled more. She seemed to have a touch of low self-esteem. She worked in a male dominated profession which may have had something to do with it.I met her at a lounge. I quickly established a dominant frame with kino and a degree of playful busting, especially when she was verbally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/613904123168257465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=613904123168257465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/613904123168257465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/613904123168257465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/getting-airfuel-mixture-right.html' title='Getting The Air/Fuel Mixture Right'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-3495321209208248119</id><published>2008-05-05T11:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:11:01.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Toronto Is Kicking My Ass</title><summary type='text'>It appeared I had underestimated how hard it would be to get laid in the big city. I felt like I had once more reverted back to my early days, learning the ropes and getting my feet wet.I just could not push through with the women in this city. Where I used to live I would have had some success with all this effort, but not here. There was something in the mentality of the women here with regards</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3495321209208248119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=3495321209208248119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/3495321209208248119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/3495321209208248119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/toronto-is-kicking-my-ass.html' title='Toronto Is Kicking My Ass'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-5366637635895454407</id><published>2008-05-05T11:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T16:09:08.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Veronica</title><summary type='text'>Veronica was a sexy 34 year old woman from the internet personals.She said she liked the straight-forwardness of my internet profile: "no relationship", etc. I was different from the usual guys she met and as such wanted to meet me.I asked for her name but she wouldn't give it to me, saying she had a bad experience with this other guy who stalked her. I figured that was pretty weird, but oh well.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5366637635895454407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=5366637635895454407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/5366637635895454407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/5366637635895454407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/veronica.html' title='Veronica'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-3585305655468890937</id><published>2008-05-05T11:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:09:40.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Joan</title><summary type='text'>Joan was an attractive 34 year old woman I met from the internet personals. We chatted a few times on MSN and on the phone. She was getting set to travel abroad for a few months so I figured it was a good opportunity for her to have a fling, something to help kick start her travels on a happy note.She had to cancel meeting a few times due to being so busy preparing, wrapping up loose ends etc. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3585305655468890937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=3585305655468890937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/3585305655468890937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/3585305655468890937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/joan.html' title='Joan'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-2114612243008193136</id><published>2008-05-05T11:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T11:13:48.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenna</title><summary type='text'>I met Jenna from the internet personals, 26 years old with a slim body. We exchanged a few friendly emails before meeting. She asked me if I know of any good restaurants, mentioning that she loves eating good food. I told her I make a mean pasta sauce. But first let's see how the drinks go. There was no more talk of that ilk after that.We met at this pub downtown. She showed up a bit late as she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2114612243008193136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=2114612243008193136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/2114612243008193136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/2114612243008193136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/jenna.html' title='Jenna'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-1210263086306508327</id><published>2008-05-05T11:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T11:07:39.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosa</title><summary type='text'>Rosa was a cute girl I met from the internet personals, 37 years old. We flirted a lot online. She knew I wasn't into relationships.We met at a coffee place. I took my time before ramping up the flirting. She resisted me at first but after a while warmed up to me. I got her laughing and she was really enjoying my company. We made out a lot.I later tried to get her to come back to my place. She </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1210263086306508327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=1210263086306508327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/1210263086306508327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/1210263086306508327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/rosa.html' title='Rosa'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-5375699730641837283</id><published>2008-05-05T10:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T11:03:07.595-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maryanne</title><summary type='text'>Maryanne was a cute asian girl I met from the internet personals, 28 years old. She was cool with my no-relationship stance.I met her at the mall briefly after work. I flirted with her a lot. But she played hard to get a bit, saying it's the first date etc. Nonetheless I kept up the pressure, using some cocky-funny etc.She did seem interested in me but kept throwing up the first-date formality BS</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5375699730641837283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=5375699730641837283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/5375699730641837283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/5375699730641837283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/maryanne.html' title='Maryanne'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-5587807098146386655</id><published>2008-05-05T10:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:08:11.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Psycho Chat</title><summary type='text'>This is a woman I double-matched with from hotornot. I'm posting my MSN chat with her purely for entertainment purposes, spelling mistakes and bad grammar included:Me: heyHer: who are you?Me: Jakob, from hotornotHer: ???Her: send photo to me(I send photo)Me: ring a bellHer: yehHer: dont you have othersMe: i'd have to dig for themMe: send me oneHer: you firstMe: no you firstHer: nopeMe: bratHer: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5587807098146386655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=5587807098146386655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/5587807098146386655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/5587807098146386655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/psycho-chat.html' title='Psycho Chat'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-5089899191320375871</id><published>2008-04-20T23:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:07:12.672-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Push Push Push</title><summary type='text'>Phyllis was an attractive blonde haired 31 year old. I met her from hotornot. She lived about 30 minutes away in a nearby town.We were originally supposed to meet at this downtown club. She was going to be there with friends, but I figured it would be a good opportunity anyway.I arrive at the club but they won't let me in because I'm not on the guest list. It was apparently a new admittance </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5089899191320375871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=5089899191320375871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/5089899191320375871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/5089899191320375871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/push-push-push.html' title='Push Push Push'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-2021425475212432554</id><published>2008-04-20T22:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:02:36.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Latina</title><summary type='text'>Pam was a cute latina from the internet, 30 years old.We made plans to meet at this latin dance club, a new place I've never been to before. She arrives there with a friend (like she said she would). So it's not really a date, just a means to get to know each other with no pressure. We chat a bit but I don't talk long as I want to sarge other girls there, and don't want to be clingy.A few days </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2021425475212432554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=2021425475212432554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/2021425475212432554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/2021425475212432554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/cute-latina.html' title='Cute Latina'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-3913583263377043618</id><published>2008-04-20T22:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:05:43.565-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy Asian Woman</title><summary type='text'>Nuyung was a very attractive asian girl I met from the internet, 30 years old. She moved from China a few years before.We chatted a few times on MSN. On the second chat I suggested we meet but we didn't get to planning a time and place. I ended the chat early. I waited a month before chatting with her again. She wondered if I remembered her. I flirted with her a bit and she said that she was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3913583263377043618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=3913583263377043618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/3913583263377043618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/3913583263377043618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/sexy-asian-woman.html' title='Sexy Asian Woman'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-747695968302376546</id><published>2008-04-19T21:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:18:34.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gina</title><summary type='text'>Gina was a woman I met from the internet personals. She was 33 years old and eastern european. She sent me a picture of herself in a bathing suit - nice body. I flirted with her online and I got her really into me. She asked if I'm a player, figuring I must get a lot of girls. I told her not to call me that. She apologized.We talked on the phone. I suggested she join me the following evening at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/747695968302376546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=747695968302376546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/747695968302376546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/747695968302376546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/gina.html' title='Gina'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-4573884987649760295</id><published>2008-04-18T21:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:12:24.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Salsa Club</title><summary type='text'>I went to a salsa dance club after a long week at work. I didn't feel that energetic and was a bit tired. But I figured that it would be good to go under those circumstances since you're relaxed and not attached to the outcome so much.The night started off with me dancing with some girls, including this really attractive, but young girl (maybe 20 years old) who was slowly opening up. She didn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4573884987649760295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=4573884987649760295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/4573884987649760295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/4573884987649760295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/salsa-club.html' title='Salsa Club'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-4695262455125783540</id><published>2008-04-18T16:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:05:04.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Have To Work For It</title><summary type='text'>I met Doloris from the internet personals. She was very cute, 31 years old.My internet profile said I wasn't looking for a relationship and just wanted to have fun. She asked me over MSN (rhetorically) what I meant by "not wanting a relationship", then said "just sex?" and winked at me. She then said she had to go and would talk to me later.We touched base a few weeks later after I moved to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4695262455125783540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=4695262455125783540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/4695262455125783540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/4695262455125783540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-have-to-work-for-it.html' title='You Have To Work For It'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-7874707481423301873</id><published>2008-04-18T13:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T13:56:28.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dominant Woman</title><summary type='text'>Lorraine was a 40 year old woman, decent looking. I met her from the internet personals. My internet profile said very bluntly that I wasn't looking for a relationship. And she was totally cool with that.I found out she likes heavy metal just like me so we had some common ground right off the bat.We chatted a lot on MSN first. I flirted a lot with her. At one point she sent me a picture of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7874707481423301873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=7874707481423301873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/7874707481423301873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/7874707481423301873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/dominant-woman.html' title='Dominant Woman'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-6425723076108320530</id><published>2008-04-17T18:47:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:00:49.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Manipulative Woman</title><summary type='text'>This is a follow up post for: First Club Close In Toronto.Liz was a very sexy 40 year old british woman who looked quite a bit younger than her years. She had told me that she wasn't into relationships and didn't think men and women were meant to be monogamous. So it seemed like a good match, as I didn't even have to manage expectations with her.I emailed her suggesting we meet for a drink, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6425723076108320530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=6425723076108320530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/6425723076108320530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/6425723076108320530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/manipulative-woman.html' title='Manipulative Woman'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-1660361714240893144</id><published>2008-04-16T16:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T16:22:13.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Club Close In Toronto</title><summary type='text'>I went out solo to the club. It was located in the entertainment district, and was one of the more popular ones.I first had a drink, and got relaxed. I then started opening groups using the standard "How's your night going?" Good responses overall.I then went to this other group of three girls using the same opener. These girls were probably around 20 or so, so they didn't say much. I Ejected.I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1660361714240893144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=1660361714240893144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/1660361714240893144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/1660361714240893144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-club-close-in-toronto.html' title='First Club Close In Toronto'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-1831312191866456987</id><published>2008-04-16T16:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T11:57:43.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cycle Of Getting Laid</title><summary type='text'>I began realizing that every time I get laid it creates a sort of expectation to get laid again. So I start thinking about everything I did to get that previous lay and have a tendency to start putting excess importance on too many of the steps involved.This "re-enacting" tendency can cause neediness and a bad cycle can result: "To get the girl this time I have to do exactly what I did last time"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1831312191866456987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=1831312191866456987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/1831312191866456987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/1831312191866456987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/cycle-of-getting-laid.html' title='The Cycle Of Getting Laid'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-3345496944527352657</id><published>2008-04-16T15:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T13:32:59.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shawna</title><summary type='text'>Shawna was a 31 year old blonde haired beauty from the internet personals. She sent me a smile on Lavalife. I sent her a message telling her that I'm not looking for a relationship but we can still get to know each other. She didn't respond.Months later she wrote me, wanting to chat a bit. I gave her my MSN address.We chatted and she was really friendly. It was laid back conversation. We got to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3345496944527352657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=3345496944527352657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/3345496944527352657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/3345496944527352657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/shawna.html' title='Shawna'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-7726767832524812588</id><published>2008-04-16T15:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T15:47:53.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Feeling Great</title><summary type='text'>I went to the club. My enthusiasm was at an all time low. I did maybe one or two approaches. So I was pretty indifferent for the most part.I'm on the dance floor and this woman (Prescilla) beside me asks her friend "How do you feel?" I say "I'm feeling great!" She giggles and says "oh, that's good". I was getting a good vibe from her. Soon after that her friends took off to go elsewhere and left </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7726767832524812588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=7726767832524812588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/7726767832524812588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/7726767832524812588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-feeling-great.html' title='I&apos;m Feeling Great'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-340717761990854323</id><published>2008-04-16T14:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T15:22:00.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy Russian Woman</title><summary type='text'>I met Arianna from the internet personals. She was a very attractive 35 year old russian woman from Toronto. The tagline of her profile said that she was ready for adventure. She sent me a smile first. I then sent her a message giving her my MSN address.My profile was of the usual no-relationship variety while conveying a fun easy-going vibe.We chatted on MSN. I re-iterated that I was not looking</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/340717761990854323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=340717761990854323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/340717761990854323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/340717761990854323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/sexy-russian-woman.html' title='Sexy Russian Woman'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-3640729614475137013</id><published>2008-04-16T13:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T11:53:41.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Contradictions Starting To Emerge</title><summary type='text'>The irony of the seduction community was starting to become apparent. This is a summary of a post I made a few years ago:The basic premise of learning pick-up is to focus on improving yourself and get a better attitude and sense of self-worth when dealing with women.BUT all the tactics and methods, if over-thought, really just make you want women more. The HUGE internal conflict is that we know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3640729614475137013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=3640729614475137013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/3640729614475137013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/3640729614475137013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/contradictions-starting-to-emerge.html' title='Contradictions Starting To Emerge'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-5948702137590665483</id><published>2008-04-16T10:17:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T12:47:04.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Stuff</title><summary type='text'>This is a collection of randoms:Agnes was a really attractive girl I saw at The Bay, while mall sarging. She was behind the perfume counter, but due to the circumstances I wouldn't approach her. Later when I take the bus home she gets on and by chance sits beside me. I ask her how her day went and the conversation went from there. She was very open and friendly. She was a university student. Just</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5948702137590665483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=5948702137590665483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/5948702137590665483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/5948702137590665483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/random-stuff.html' title='Random Stuff'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-5790083892887652284</id><published>2008-04-15T22:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T11:40:16.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flake City</title><summary type='text'>Sandra was a sexy brunette from the internet personals (31 years old). My Secret Agent profile caught her eye. She made a sultry comment that she would like to take part in the "undercover mission". It was one of the innuendoes I had used. We exchanged a few emails and she said that she would be at club xxxx on friday and maybe we can meet there. This was a club I usually went to anyway so I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5790083892887652284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=5790083892887652284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/5790083892887652284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/5790083892887652284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/flake-city.html' title='Flake City'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-6065571841112933054</id><published>2008-04-15T21:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:10:02.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Wingman</title><summary type='text'>Randy was a guy who contacted me from the wingman registry. He went to the same school as me. He turned out to be a really cool guy. He actually did approaches which was good.We hanged out a few times, whenever he could take a break from his studies.There was one time when he finished exams and we went out seven nights in a row! It was rough even for me. We did these hardcore take-no-prisoners </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6065571841112933054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=6065571841112933054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/6065571841112933054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/6065571841112933054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-wingman.html' title='New Wingman'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-6204784625382064659</id><published>2008-04-15T21:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T11:30:18.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Megan</title><summary type='text'>After a heavy night of approaches at the club I go outside and wait for a cab to go home.I see this girl (Megan) waiting as well. I open her with "Hey, I haven't talked to you yet!", and from there it flowed. I asked her if she was cold, and before she could answer I hugged her to warm her up, twice in fact. I was totally in the zone. I got her laughing and giggling and then got her number which </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6204784625382064659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=6204784625382064659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/6204784625382064659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/6204784625382064659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/megan.html' title='Megan'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-2280777993064104942</id><published>2008-04-15T20:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:01:51.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Event in Toronto</title><summary type='text'>I was invited by some friends to this social event in Toronto. I figured why not. It might be a good opportunity to meet some girls in a non-bar setting.I did some approaches but found that the shields were really high. My friends acknowledged that it was tougher than they thought it would be, given the circumstances.But the night was still young.There was this fun event where they lined up men </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2280777993064104942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=2280777993064104942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/2280777993064104942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/2280777993064104942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/social-event-in-toronto.html' title='Social Event in Toronto'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-6919437547119395893</id><published>2008-04-15T19:57:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T11:21:25.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Second Canada Day Weekend</title><summary type='text'>I was looking forward to going down for the second time to Montreal and Ottawa for the Canada Day long weekend. Now that I had been there once already I sort of knew my way around. I had also planned to meet a girl there from hotornot. I told her that I would be in Montreal that weekend, so she gave me her cell number.Like last time the trip was organized through my school and we went down on a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6919437547119395893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=6919437547119395893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/6919437547119395893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/6919437547119395893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/second-canada-day-weekend.html' title='The Second Canada Day Weekend'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-6040975674989218048</id><published>2008-04-15T16:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T10:55:09.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Direct Game Experiment</title><summary type='text'>Direct game was another thing I wanted to test. There were two men in the seduction community (Shark and Badboy) who had popularized the notion of "direct game". According to them, you could be open and honest about your intentions with girls by way of telling them that you like them and would like to get to know them better. It was said that giving an opening compliment and showing interest from</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6040975674989218048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=6040975674989218048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/6040975674989218048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/6040975674989218048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/direct-game-experiment.html' title='Direct Game Experiment'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-1592378191194144484</id><published>2008-04-15T15:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T16:10:43.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snapband Attraction</title><summary type='text'>Snapband Attraction was a concept coined by Tyler Durden, of the seduction community. The premise of snapband attraction is that you can get a girl to chase you (at least temporarily) by feigning signs of disinterest. For example, in a club you go up to a girl and tell her "I hate you", and she immediately starts touching you wanting to know why. It's a way of garnering a girl's interest by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1592378191194144484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=1592378191194144484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/1592378191194144484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/1592378191194144484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/snapband-attraction.html' title='Snapband Attraction'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-3525258879723223449</id><published>2008-04-15T14:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T11:44:26.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aggressive Woman</title><summary type='text'>I went to the club to do some dance floor game when I came across this pair. It was two women in their 30s. I grind with one of them from behind, the less attractive one. But I didn't know this until I got a good look. I felt it was a mercy grind. Both of them were smitten by me. I accidentally bump my head with the least attractive one as I was leaning in to hear her. I wanted to eject anyway so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3525258879723223449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=3525258879723223449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/3525258879723223449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/3525258879723223449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/aggressive-woman.html' title='Aggressive Woman'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-2622145189932595555</id><published>2008-04-15T14:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:51:11.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Delayed Sex</title><summary type='text'>Christa was a really sexy woman (26 years old) I met at the club. I met her while sarging with a guy from the community who was in town occasionally. We had very good energy that night. We were talking to groups of girls everywhere, eventually making our way to Christa's group. She was with two friends. I went and sat beside her on the couch using the line "this looks like a really good place to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2622145189932595555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=2622145189932595555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/2622145189932595555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/2622145189932595555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/delayed-sex.html' title='Delayed Sex'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-3767555489800516862</id><published>2008-04-15T13:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T13:42:01.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Darlene</title><summary type='text'>Darlene was an older woman (late 30s) I met at the club. We danced a bit and got on really well.I set up a date with her at the same club the following week.We met, and she looked older than I remembered. Furthermore, her nice slim body actually looked a bit on the scrawny side. I couldn't detect much of a figure on her.But, as always, I would stay true to the mission and go for it anyway.We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3767555489800516862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=3767555489800516862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/3767555489800516862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/3767555489800516862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/darlene.html' title='Darlene'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773791804372003121.post-3371846036632808743</id><published>2008-04-15T12:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T11:41:58.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate You</title><summary type='text'>Julianne was a woman I met from the internet personals. She was 28 years old, cute, with a nice curvy figure. She initiated contact by sending me a wink. I then messaged her a week or so later (since I was a paid member and she wasn't). There was one email exchange between the two of us before I suggested a meet. She agreed. I asked for her number but she was reluctant to give it to me. So I just</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3371846036632808743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2773791804372003121&amp;postID=3371846036632808743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/3371846036632808743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773791804372003121/posts/default/3371846036632808743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydatingstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-hate-you.html' title='I Hate You'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
