Most men are afraid to make a move.

Hey there,

Let me share a little story with you.

Back in high school, when I was a 17-year-old guy, I had a huge crush on a girl named Jasmine.

I mean, I would daydream about her all the time and couldn't help but stare whenever she was around.

Well, guess what? My buddy Connor told me that Jasmine was going to be at a party this weekend and he even heard a rumor that she might be interested in me too!

Can you imagine my excitement?

I was practically bouncing off the walls, counting down the days until the big event. It felt like time was moving at a snail's pace, but I knew it would all be worth it when I finally got to see Jasmine in person.

I wanted to make a lasting impression on her, so I spent hours planning my outfit, making sure every little detail was just right.

I wanted to look my absolute best, hoping to catch her eye and maybe even strike up a conversation. The hours leading up to the party were nerve-wracking.

My heart was racing with anticipation, and my palms were getting all sweaty. But finally, the moment arrived.

I stepped into the party, and it was like stepping into a whole new world.

The music was pumping, people were laughing and having a great time. I scanned the room, desperately searching for a glimpse of Jasmine's beautiful face.

And there she was, standing across the room, looking stunning.

My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't help but make my way towards her, even though my nerves were getting the best of me. I took a deep breath, mustered up all the courage I had, and approached her with a big smile.

And you know what?

We hit it off right away.

Our conversation flowed effortlessly like we had known each other for ages. We laughed, we danced, we shared stories - it was a night filled with unforgettable memories. It felt like time stood still, and all that mattered was the connection we were building.

The chemistry between us was undeniable, and it felt like the universe had conspired to bring us together.

As the party came to an end, I couldn't shake the feeling that I needed to go talk to her.

It was Saturday night​

I went up to her and spoke my mind to her, she liked what I said, so we went upstairs to a bedroom. I then cracked a couple of jokes and made her laugh, she couldn't resist my charm.

We spent the night talking and getting to know each other better, our laughter filling the room.

The connection between us grew stronger with every word exchanged. As the night progressed, we found ourselves drawn closer, our bodies gravitating towards one another. The electricity in the air was palpable, igniting a fiery passion within us.

We explored each other's desires and fantasies, indulging in the intoxicating pleasure of our newfound connection.

The room became a sanctuary of shared intimacy, where time seemed to stand still. Our laughter echoed through the walls, intertwining with the whispers of affectionate words.

The night was a symphony of joy and desire, a testament to the power of genuine connection.

then started looking at my groin.

Now what did I do?...

Well, nothing.

Tip: Escalate fast when she is interested.

She then went back down to the party.

I felt like shit, I then bumped into her hot friend, I spoke my mind to her, and we went straight to the toilet.

She said she didn’t feel comfortable, I made out with her and that’s when we had sex.

Tip: Your boldness and decisiveness will get you the girl.

Stand strong kings