I won’t leave you alone

Why non-mainstream cases? That's because YY flow has recently become a mainstream way of writing. It's like writing a case where the hero isn't completely in control of every detail and it's very unexciting and not very high order. So, when I saw the dog's case, which didn't stimulate the high level, it felt "out of the mainstream".

This article case in fact simply talked last year, in terms of the essence of the 419 things, this is a case of a seemingly vulgar, Internet was in our regulation of abuses, a crackdown on pornographic and vulgar content. Date but we learn to master the puppy, add the emotion this layer to the case of sexy clothing, after the MM figure line also become very faint, followed by my eyesight becomes very fuzzy, and then lead to my judgment becomes very melancholy, finally it is concluded that: the dog with the MM is in for a date we don't know the length of time full of emotion. This series of changes enough to explain a problem: emotional concept of aesthetic category is the difference between friend or foe, difference between boredom and have a chat, vulgar and noble, the difference between sex and sex, the difference between 419 and fall in love, the difference between a man and a beast... The universal important standard.

From the writing of this article, it can also reflect the fusion and struggle of Chinese and western cultural concepts. Of course, this topic is too big. We bubble learning category, fan male method and so on western social course focuses on providing a streamlined, learning and scientific "art", but the dog, this article provides the is a kind of pursuit of self, the pursuit of interest, and the pursuit of aesthetics of positive strategy.

Is it a social robot with a mind to read, suppress, push and pull, or is it a person full of fun, food, and interesting people?

This is a question worth pondering.

Don't talk about it, just start to enjoy the gorgeous text.

The story took place last October. I once described the process in the game group, and I will record it in detail today.

It was Friday, and my cousin invited to join a foreign language club. At the home of one of her classmates.

It is necessary to introduce the ordinary British family party. Everyone was huddled in the kitchen (plus the living room and the outer court), with a glass of wine in hand. Talk about everything. If you stand alone, people will pass you without saying hi, that's no different than neurosis. The party scene in the American pie is familiar to everyone, just a little bit bigger. In my experience over the years in the UK, a party is to talk to a stranger and have a drink. Chatting up is the most basic behavior in the party, or what are you doing?

So, the introduction to the enigma method is intended to draw attention to itself in the midst of a crowd of beautiful women. There are no pick-up lines, and a strange combination doesn't prevent you from talking to you suddenly, at best, not interested in you. This is different from China. When you open a combination in China, you first have to deal with the question of whether you can speak to a stranger. I don't have the kind of cultural ambience that I have of strangers. Then some methods of the enigma, such as passing a bunch of people, suddenly said: "did you see two women fighting outside the door?" . It's quite insane to put it in China.

This is an aside. Hopefully it will help you to use the enigma method correctly. After all, national conditions are different.

Let's get back to the point. It arrives at 10 p.m. It took us three minutes to get to the fridge. Man is too fucking much. On the way, I met two men with glasses, who were standing there with wine and not talking. What a dissonance! My cousin and I had to stop and talk to each other after "hi" and say "enjoy yourselves".

I took a bottle of Stella and got my cousin a bottle of juice. Tell her it's a lot of people, look. She walked into one of the most crowded circles. Some Asian girls stand leaning against the table, and a handsome young man from England keeps speaking Chinese with an exaggerated expression. True jb. This guy can still say a lot of Japanese. A tall Japanese woman in the room was teased with a twig.

My first sight was the Japanese mm. Tall, like to say one or two silly English intentionally funny, and then keep bowing to apologize, silly big girl. It's my cup of tea. This appetite does not refer to SC, but to know her should be interesting.

The first thing after entering the combination is to make eye contact with each mm. Keep a gentle face and eyes, each one for a second, and then the next. Although just to see mm, but the man's face you also have to look at a handful not, this is basic courtesy. The Japanese girl was the first one and then swept it clockwise. See a pair of glasses younger sister, one see dress is harbor girl. Next to the glasses, I saw the heroine of this article: Tara.

Tara is a typical white and Asian hybrid. Melon seed face, blue eyes, high nose, the height is about 160, the body is a good. The light theory is beautiful, it is definitely a 9 point start, but there is a little white mm on the cheek the freckle that is common, not obvious, this very influence my evaluation, old son hate freckle. In general, it's very charming. She was very impressed with her first impression. But there was no heart. In fact, four hours later, before I kissed tara, I didn't even bother. I'm not that desperate, huh.

Then the British man told a joke about learning Chinese. The Chinese teacher told him that mandarin pronunciation has four tones. Do not read wrong, otherwise it will cause ambiguity. For example, "fencing" could be described as "sodomy" and "big aircraft" could be described as "hitting the plane".

Some people lead the laughter, I turn head to see, the cousin and there the joy, my that depressed, you old demure not?

Well, since foreigners who study Chinese know what it means to hit a plane, I also taught the man a Chinese modern poem: "last night, I dreamed about many planes. I don't know how many I've lost. But I know that every plane I fly is for you. I spoke directly in English, and with each sentence, the intrepidly British man turned out a Chinese word. At the end, everyone laughed hysterically. The atmosphere was brought to a climax.

This devil is very fun. I admit that he attracted all my attention. After a brief encounter, I asked him where he came from. He said a place, and I said I hadn't heard of it. He said 007 you should know, from his hometown. Depend! It was his hometown! I immediately told ya about 007 and our Chinese origin. When 007 started out, he had no name, just a number. Later, ya came to China to perform the task, and a beautiful Chinese girl did. Agent comes from a man of strength. My Chinese sister keeps praising him in bed: "great! That's great! . After that, others ask 007 what name, ya say: "Bond! James Bond!" This joke is good, a few of the big old men are not happy, my sister hit me straight.

My jokes, though not intentional, were, objectively speaking, shifting the focus of the conversation from him to me. "So the white man said to me very sincerely," you have a lot of jokes, you are very chicken." The whole crowd laughed. Of course I followed, with no response. To party is to have fun! If according to some doctrines theory, must be able to strive for the group not to suffer, is not tired to panic?

But then again, if you're thinking about the theory of dating in the middle of being a male leader and a group focus, the way this guy is doing is worth learning. He easily suppressed another focus of the group, but did not let the scene be full of gunpowder. Although he had run on me, the whole scene was hilarious. It is an interesting thing that a white man should know the Chinese word for "hen". If it's a Chinese saying this to me, or this guy says English: "u fussy twat!" It's not fun at all. I must fight back. The subtleties are worth knowing.

In the end, the elder brother proudly displayed the compound example he had learned: "although he is my friend, he is very old lady!" Pretty cute. I love this guy.

In a few minutes, the white man who spoke Chinese was torn away by his friend. When the interesting people left, I was not in the mood to talk, the crowd slowly dispersed. The remaining glasses and mixed-race mm. I looked down and saw the tall Japanese mm go to talk to the other people. I was about to go and look, and the half-blood mm spoke to me:

"Hi, where are you from China?" One mouthful of sweet southern mandarin.

I said, "god, do you speak mandarin so well?"

"Her father is a Chinese. Jiangxi." One mouthful of cantonese, mandarin is not very proficient.

Me: "you come from Hong Kong. Just listen to what you say."

My parents are from Hong Kong. I grew up in Germany."

Me: "Germany? You germans are so awesome. In my department, a German dude, the luggage was overweight and didn't get on the plane. He tore up his ticket and drove the family's pickup truck. The tunnel was coming.

The glasses were like something.

I went on, "by the way, you taught me, 'I like you, not that kind of thing, not that I don't like it.' what do you say in German?"

The pair of glasses think, very earnest say twice, I very serious study twice, then can't help laughing. My cousin couldn't see any more, and told me, "don't tease her."

I stopped, leaned against the table, and touched it casually with my glass and two girls.

"My name is lulu. It's both in Chinese and English. Girl's name, it's my parents to blame."

"My name is Rachel," she said.

"My name is Tara," said the mixed-race woman. "You haven't said where you are."

I: "I am hubei. Not too far from your jiangxi. Did you go back?"

Tara is talkative: "I didn't come to England until I was seven. I went back many times. My father is still in jiangxi. My mother doesn't like me. She has three more children with her current husband.

Me: "come on, you are too young to understand. What mother doesn't like children?

Tara: "really. I asked her directly. Do you prefer me and my brother, or do you prefer your children now? She said it was the present child.

My sister and the glasses were both surprised and condemned: "how can we talk like this?"

Tara: "she was very young when she married my father. Only 17 years old. Then the two people didn't get along, and I got divorced, and I didn't have any feelings.

The other two girls were sorry again. I'm sick of women. I don't know a few of them, they don't think it's a big deal, what are you doing there? (note, many afc, too, are awash with uninformed mm sympathy.)

I offered a cigarette: "I think it's nothing, and you're having a good time. Come and have a taste of our hubei cigarettes.

Tara leaned close and whispered, "here's my roommate. They won't let me smoke."

Me: "I'll give it to you later. You still have a brother? Isn't that nice? The half-blood boy is not ugly."

Tara: "awesome! It's very thin. Now I am not reading, just follow my father in jiangxi. Change your girlfriend every day!

Me: "I fuck!"

Tara: "really! He can take the girls home directly. Change it every day. The girl saw that he could not walk. He likes that big, plump girl! (hands on the chest.)

I: "fuck! I like it too!

My sister and my sister were silly with Tara, and I already had a rough outline: 17 years old, no one, very independent, open and open. Come to these conclusions, not I want to bubble her. It's just the habit I grew up with, the same for both men and women. It helps me to judge in an instant how to get along with it. According to the dating academic language, I have been "internalized", hehe. Honestly, I like this chick. Where do I go on a bunch of yellow jokes without this heroic mm? Friends of BBS see here not to laugh at my low level. There is no way, since childhood not so high grade.

The next more than an hour is followed by chat. Look here. It's wobbling there. Drink a lot. I don't think I'm going to hook up with anyone. Besides, my sister is here, and I can't be too stupid. I need to be a good example. Finally, I was tired and rested against the hearth. Tara came along. I can assert that she was also bored and came to rest. By using YY flow, I can write that she is always attracted to me and always pays attention to me, but that is not the truth. All the time "attract", tired not tired.

Me: "talk tired?"

Tara: "yeah"

I turned to the kitchen counter behind me and said, "can I cook?"

Tara: "it cooks."

Me: "then you met the chef today. Prefer Chinese food or English food?

Tara: "Chinese food, Must be! Are you good at it?"

I look very disdain: "nonsense! Cook, cook, master.

Tara: "Shoot! What r u talking about?

Me: "the way of cooking, methods! Your Chinese is bad, give your ya to say not understand."

Tara: "you're bragging."

Me: "will the pan be?"

Tara: "what do you mean?"

I threw the bottle in the trash and didn't look at her: "fuck, I teach you to know if I'm bragging."

Then I took Tara to the hearth, and I stood behind her, letting her hold the handle of a pan in her hand, and I took her hand again. First, she whispered in her ear: "the pan is the dish, it is to throw the food in the pan and stir fry, but not fall out." I didn't tell her that the pan was the most difficult. And then I flip. Take her hand and move with me. Three seconds later, I began to increase the amplitude and frequency, and after another two seconds, I pressed her hands and pans to the hearth, and stood still with her back.

Tara turned back and asked, "what's the matter?"

I whispered in her ear, "no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Two fat people dump meat here!"

Tara coughed and turned around and said, "you're fat."

Me: "haha, I am fat. Look at this belly (show her with your hands). Did you feel like I was hitting you on the back?

Tara: "yeah, yeah! It's fun, one bullet, I just wanted to say, I want to pinch!"

I: "that you knead! You knead ~~ I knead for you."

Tara: "ha ha!"

I am not xiaozi, but I want to learn xiaozi to say a word: I just look at her smile, nasal tip distance is less than 5 cm. I couldn't hear what she was saying, there was a kind of warmth creeping through the air.

That's how it feels, and I have to say it, too. More precisely, I'm giving her a feeling. Keeping a close look at her, her face was gentle and a little crafty.

When she smiled, she smiled and pinched my stomach. I suddenly changed the subject: "what do you like to listen to? Chinese singer."

Naturally, Tara was so excited that she made a gesture (almost frightened me) : "jay! It's him, JAY! "Give me a song time", super sweet!"

"Can you give me a song time, quietly embrace that embrace forever ~" I began to sing softly, she also followed me to sing. We got closer and closer.

Then she said, "that's wonderful! Don't you think?

I said, "there is better to hear. Blue and white porcelain, have you heard?

Tara: "no."

I: "I have in my cell phone, I let you listen."

I took out my cell phone and played blue and white porcelain. Then the two of us listened to the song together. (it's too noisy, not so loud)

Then we got tighter and tighter, and she couldn't help groaning, and finally we went to her house.

This is the way yy flow is written.

In fact, while listening to the song, one of her friends called her over. She didn't even say hello, just threw it away and ran away. Leave me alone on the hearth.

What should you do if you get frustrated with a wet dog? I took my phone in my pocket, opened a bottle of beer, and walked around with it. I'm a normal person. I come here to play party, not to practice freezing, practice, cat rope theory.

I didn't talk to Tara for more than an hour. It's all about hooking up, talking here, there's a lot of fun, and it's fun to flirt with your cousin every now and then. Please note that this is not frozen. Tara doesn't need my freezing. She's having a good time with other people.

At one o 'clock in the morning, it's time to break up. I was about to go home in my overcoat, and I heard Tara go all over the place for a midnight snack!

I hold! The whole framework of the dating guru's wet puppy was completely broken at this point. Because he met the only real life: eating!

'I'll go! I go with u! I shouted and rushed over. Yes, just a big fat man running and saying, "I want to eat!"

Tara stood there and said, "go. All right. Your sister, too. Call on Rachel again, Cris (is the white man speaks Chinese), Tobi, tomato (that is the Japanese mm, her name is yamamoto, English writing is yamamato, we named her tomato), Stephen, tommy, we take two cars!"

At 1:30 in the morning, we sit in the city's most famous Chinese restaurant. Order and chat.

Chat with who? Of course, the Chinese language of Cris chat! Is it possible for me to talk to a bored woman when someone is so interesting? Tara sits on my left. Cris sits on my right. My cousin sits opposite me. I've been talking to Cris all the time, and I haven't been able to talk to Tara. It's not freezing. I'm not interested in her. It must be emphasized that if I were interested in her, I would have talked to her.

Serve food, crazy to eat, this is not to say, Lao zi are hungry crazy, also no matter what eat. After half an hour, everyone was almost full and began to talk again. There are only two people who are still on the menu. One is me, and the old one is always huge. The other one is Tara...

There was a moment when all of us suddenly stopped talking and looked at us. I smiled at Tara. Whatever! Keep eating!

Eating and eating, our chopsticks came into contact with a dish of pickled cabbage. I stared at the pickled fish, the left hand directly touched Tara's stomach.

She didn't respond.

I looked sideways. She was looking at me.

I said, "round... "

She said, "that's not your circle."

I rubbed it a few times and said, "you can't have a stomach. I'm not rubbing my hands." He said as he drew back his hand and squeezed his stomach.

Tara also learned to hold my hand.

I put my hands on my chest and said, "it's not good for a girl to rub her tummy.

Everyone laughed, a bunch of paper towels on my head, my sister.

In the ensuing chatter. I taught Tara the ritual of measuring the face. Not with her, but with her. I'll just tell her, so I can kiss the little girl.

Tara smiled and said, "you're good or bad!"

My sister was very dismissive of the words: "he does this all day long."

I grinned. Keep talking to Cris.

Big old men talk, ignore little girls!

Take a taxi and go home. Coincidentally, all but me and Tara live in a student dormitory not far away. Tara and I live three miles away, not far from each other.

Soon there were only two of us in the car. No one talked. They were tired.

I took the yellow crane tower out of my pocket and put it in Tara's hand. "hold it. No one's talking about you now."

Tara did not grasp the cigarette case, nor withdrew her hand. The two of us put our hands together and separated a pack of cigarettes.

Tara looked at me and whispered, "you want me to smoke?"

I said, "what's wrong with smoking?"

"My roommate didn't let me smoke," Tara said. "I was 17 years old."

I said, "ha-ha, you must have stolen it."

Tara said, "yeah. Sneak out a long way, smoke one and go back. I smoke in my room. They can smell it next door.

My left hand fumbled in my trouser pocket and said, "smell of smoke? Then you close your eyes and I'll give you something to make sure it works for you.

She said, "what is it? Smoke?"

I said, "you'll see. Close your eyes for three seconds."

Tara closed her eyes. I leaned over and gave her a gentle kiss.

Tara shrank back and opened her eyes to me.

I looked at her and said very seriously, "you are so cute. I can't help it. Sorry, "he said.

Tara smiled and looked out the window. My left hand took out a cigarette case and tucked it into her pocket. She held her left hand lightly in her right hand.

No more talking.

A few minutes later her apartment arrived. She handed me the money she had to pay. I did not answer, and said, "go and see you?"

Tara hesitated and said, "all right."

When the door opened, Tara asked me, "half-brother in Chinese?"

"Half - brother?"

"My mother and her later husband."

"Oh, that's your half-brother."

"Oh."

I hugged her from behind and said, "at this point, can you stop talking about such a boring problem?"

Tara broke free from me and opened the door and said, "I'll show you their pictures. And my brother."

I say: "good!"

Look at her photos in Tara's room. She sat on a chair and I knelt on the floor. After a while, I got a sore knee and moved over.

Tara said, "sit down. I'm fine."

I said, "it's okay. It's good."

Tara: "sit down. All right."

I sat down on a chair and she bent over to give me some pictures. I put my hand on her waist.

After a while, she straightened up and let my arm slide down. I looked at her and said, "sit down with me."

Tara looked at me for two seconds and I looked at her. Then, I sat on my lap.

Tara has a lot of pictures of her father and brother. And her mother, and her mother's new family. The classification is very thin.

I asked Tara, "are you alone here, feeling lonely?"

Tara took a long time to say, "a little."

Then we got tighter and tighter, and she couldn't help groaning, and finally we went to the bed to get to the xxoo.

That's the same thing as yy flow.

In fact, when we finished the photo, I showed her all sorts of funny video on youtube. She was so happy that she twitched and twitched, and my legs hurt. After more than 40 minutes, I couldn't stand it. I told her, "get up and stop. My legs are crying. Do you have anything to drink?"

She went to pour me a glass of juice. I asked her, "Have you seen the video" the little girl was forgotten "?

Tara said: "no yet.. "

I said: "you must see it."

I found this video on youtube. Let Tara sit on my lap.

With video, a man slowly tells the story of Emily, a little girl, in a low London voice. Its address is: http://www.youtube.com/watch? A good friend of English can go to see. The original script was much more moved than my introduction. A friend who doesn't understand can also take a look at my profile.

Emily is a forgotten little girl who doesn't even know if she exists in the world.

No one ever paid attention to her. Father, mother, servant, even the postman. No one cared about Emily, no one told her stories, and no other children played with her. Even Emily's only puppet. It was always silent.

Emily lives in this solitude. She tried to be a good girl and nobody paid attention to her. She tried to be a bad girl, and nobody paid any attention to her.

Until one day, she saw the stars in the sky. She closed her eyes and told the stars. She wants a friend, a friend who no longer makes her lonely, no longer makes her feel shadows, and feels forgotten.

Emily's wish came true. The wishing star gave her a friend: Mr. Crazol. This is a little devil.

Emily was very happy. Crazol spends her days painting, reading storybooks and even opening a party between two people. Emily no longer felt lonely. She felt it was the happiest thing to have this special friend.

After a while, Emily slowly realized that there was something missing in her life. Whatever Emily wants, Crazol can give her, but no more. Emily doesn't feel caring, she doesn't feel love. Crazol can give you, just what she asks for.

Emily is still lonely, still a forgotten little girl.

One day, the family servant knocked on Emily's door and told her a message: "Emily, congratulations. Your mother is pregnant, and you will soon have a sister.

At that moment, Emily felt the sky was falling. Why does her parents need a child? She had been trying to keep herself from being forgotten, but why would fate have sent another person to take away everything that belonged to her?

Emily's last hope was dashed. She felt the anger, she began to cry, her face became ferocious. "Cried Emily." let it all be destroyed!" Crazol started to be huge and scary. It flaps its wings and destroys everything. The table, the mirror, the house, Emily's parents, even the mailman were thrown into the sky.

When everything calmed down, Emily finally stopped crying. Everything is gone. Emily looked at the ruins in front of her, silently closed her eyes, and made her last wish to the wishing star.

Her wish has come true. A light slowly spread over. Emily slowly, slowly disappearing into the air.

At last she was no longer alone.

After watching video, Tara sobbed softly. I hugged her and quietly kissed her hair.

For ten minutes, Tara calmed down. I say, "I won't leave you alone, my babe...

The following story, I don't want to continue. I started off with a TD case that I wanted to write about. But here, I think it's a disrespect to Tara, and to me, to continue writing about sex.

That night, I was sincere. After the noise, I felt her loneliness. I want to warm her.

That's it.

Wet puppy.

The 2009-3-4 night.

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N:

From this time last year, I used the ID of "swimming wet my love" to post on tianya. I have never sent a real TD case, though I have been called a "master" by some friends.

I really don't want to write. It felt like a disrespect to the woman in my life. No matter how short she stays in my life.

After all, people have feelings. You can go to a kiln without feeling. Wuhan now a famous kiln, 260 yuan 90 minutes, as long as the strength of the recovery quickly, do a few times. In addition to the xxoo, six services are offered, plus no additional money. The Mm are very beautiful and skillful. I think that 260 yuan, the cost should be much smaller than a mm.

The reason why I wrote this case before continuing to keep my diary was that I saw a small amount of criticism in my first diary, the old king. They say, what are you writing about? Isn't it funny how you talk? Still "living"? What we need to know is how to get the mm into SC!

I would like to say that my good friend is also one of the experts in the network, and the case of mengmeng (shibuang) should meet the needs of these friends. The cute TD case, his every move, every word has a purpose. It seems that women are in control. That's a lot better than me. But I saw a word in his post: tired. Fucking tired. And if, just in case, the mm's reaction is not what you want, you do.

The scene in this case is too familiar to me. I have participated in countless parties, and every time I have a lot of wine and run around with the wine, and everywhere I am the focus of the group, I can make the girl laugh. That's all, and I'm happy.

Sometimes, when the party is over, I go home. A girl didn't have a phone call.

Sometimes, I took a taxi home with the girl, and finally she got out. I said, "go to your house," and she said, "it's too late now, next time." I went home alone.

In other words, I don't think that every action I make at the party has a special meaning. I don't think Tara will like me for what I say. Before I kissed her, I thought I was just going to a regular party tonight, so I could go back and get a good night's sleep. I'm happy, and I make others happy, that's enough. And Tara's story is just an accident. However, for a person with a good life, this accident is inevitable. Miss Tara today, maybe tomorrow and Linda, mirenda.

This is the "state of life" I want to emphasize. It is important to establish an attractive life state. I am also very confident that my life is attractive, I am very happy, I often can from high, I say, I do things, can make mm happy, happy.

What is a good life? In addition to a relaxed and happy mindset, what exactly should be done? How useful are those step-by-step techniques? I would like to say that the crackdown is effective, the pressure can make the mm unconvinced, and want to pull back a game. But the press will not let mm like you. Cold reading also has effect, cold reading can make mm think you know him, think you very have affinity. But cold reading also won't let mm like you. All these together (happy confident attitude + some small tricks + other positive things, full of knowledge, know more) constitutes a good life. This kind of complex often can make mm slowly to be interested in you, think of you, finally like you. Even if you don't keep her phone number, she'll remember you if you don't see her again.

A good life is important. But not all of it, and some kind of "relationship leap" process. This is very important. For this case, I think there are a couple of "jump points" worth mentioning.

When you take Tara, you build a physical intimacy.

When we were greedy, we established a kind of psychological collusion.

The kiss on the bus makes our relationship instantly ambiguous.

Emily's video, let me finally get into her heart.

The "leap forward" officially in the end of the world's post, I leave a big tail: how to make you and an mm from the good relations, two people together is happy, into the ambiguity, and even intimate, emotional state. I sold the package, and I didn't say it, but the case was a little bit vague, but not systematic, and I didn't mean it.

Then I will continue to keep my diary. At the end of my diary, I will officially publish my personal dating macro system in the university. Come and talk about all kinds of problems. I hope I can help you.