Friday 9th / Saturday 10th May.

*I realise this is quite a long and possibly dull post for some, so if you like mountain biking just read the last sentence instead.

When I first moved to London in October last year I found my new job very time consuming and it left me little time for pursuits outside of work.
Work seems easier now and I feel more focussed on my personal life again (and trying to get laid).

I've also made a big effort to abstain from porno and girlie cam sites (These things are not healthy for me).
That has left me feeling better about myself and more desire for regular girls.

I had a couple of tinder dates in the week. Both were boring as fuck and went no where. The second date was quite cute but she spoke too much, she was American.
Friday I went out in angel, quite late and stayed sober and did one approach. It's not enough but the girls were nice and as we spoke I felt self amused.

Saturday I woke and felt great (no hang-over) and met up with Serendipity, around lunch time. I wanted to try and talk to women outside of bars / nightclubs.
Whilst I was waiting for Serendipity it started raining and I took shelter under a bridge.
There was a woman was a great figure and it looked like she had just left an office. I didn't approach her but I felt a healthy desire for her ass and I felt 100% good about it.
Sometimes in the passed I've felt 'I'm not good enough for her'.

I met Serendipity and we walked along south bank and I noticed a cute blonde with an umbrella and we joked I should run after her.
As we walked along south bank I could see she had stopped to dry her feet (girls...). I couldn't help but admire her perfect small ass from behind and see her VPL .
I bottled out of approaching her but later I saw her walking into a museum so I decided to follow. I forced myself to approach and discovered she was a tourist from Brazil.
I felt a really strong desire for her (much more than women I meet through dating sites). I didn't employe any tactics as such I just did what I felt was right.
We spent much of the afternoon and evening together. Her english wasn't great but she was so much fun and sexy.
As we were in the pub she tried to make me understand she was interested in me kissing her (before i had even tried)
This kinda threw me, it may have been true or just token resistance.
After this I should have kissed her but didn't. We ate together and then she got the tube home, I tried to get her to stay out longer but failed.
On the way home I told a cute Japanese girl she was attractive and she said 'thanks', I didn't follow it up though, even though she came into Tesco and used the self check-out next to ne.


One of my personality trails is to be hard on myself. The logical part of my brain says I should feel happy with my progress.
However I feel disappointed because I didn't get laid.

Sunday
I went mountain biking and learned how to do manuals :[]

Mark