ENFP Men Sexual Conquest Brag Thread

ahahah. FINE. =]
well, basically, there was this girl, i met at a party. her boyfriend was actually at the party, he went for a walk for a little bit. and she jumped onto my lap and started making out with me. and we stopped, because her boyfriend was gonna be back at any minute.
obviously their relationship wasn't doing too good, or i would have felt a lot worse.
so, anyway, i got her phone number, actually had a good 20-minute discussion with her boyfriend about politics (that was weird), they left, she gave me her number.

anyway, the situation with the two of them got worse. and it was one of those evenings where i was just like, hmm. i could use some immediate gratification. so i texted her, asked if she was doing anything in half an hour, and told her to meet me at this big bridge.

now, the bridge has a part underneath that you can climb across to, it's basically a pillar in the middle of a river with a plateau on it, secluded enough that people can't really see whats going on unless they're looking for something. and we got over there. played truth or dare, which basically resulted in us both losing some clothes (warm summer night), and then for truth, i said "what do you think about sex in public?" an she kinda giggled, and said she'd always wanted to try it.
so i pulled her in and kissed her.

and you can guess where it went from there.

i wasn't always such a nice guy. :wink:

pinkrasputin said:

Okay guys. You know you wanted it. You've been pulling every other thread in that direction, so here it finally is. Go ahead and reveal your sexual conquests from your dark days of yore and finally receive the "thanks" or kudos you feel you deserve. Virgin Men- go ahead and give detail about how you made the barista smile and blush (you know you coulda had her if you wanted).

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Oh you are just too special Pink. Thank you so much for this. This is awesome.

If I'm really being honest though, my bark is bigger than my bite. Conquests? Not so much. I was more conquered myself. The tone of the "GAME" thread really is more my story. The 'A Look at Ourselves' thread also really really hit home for me. I seriously never ever thought of myself as a flirt until I got into that thread. I think my eyes opened up about halfway through writing one of my posts there.

I think I've referenced on here, at least indirectly, how much of a late bloomer I was when it came to dating and relationships. But damn, I look back now and yeah, I realize how much 'GAME' i had. I just never realized it, and I wasn't confident.

There was that day at the beach when I was about 18 years old, and the hottest two girls in class ask me to go on a walk with them as we get out of sight of the rest of the group, they're flashing boobs at me! You think maybe that was a sign of some sort? No, I didn't put two and two together - that's how late bloomer I was.

Thing is though, I really don't feel like I missed out. I found the right woman for me, or rather, she clubbed me over the head when she wanted me. It worked out wonderfully.

I relate better to women, I converse better with women, I enjoy being around women. I think they enjoy my company as well, as they seek me out for deep conversations or in times of stress when they need protection or comforting or if they've just seen something silly they want to talk about. To me at least, it's not sexual though. It's just being myself. And that type of interaction became MORE comfortable after I found the woman I wanted to spend my life with.

The 'When Harry Met Sally' line comes to mind for me. "Men and women can't be friends because the sex part always gets in the way" Sort of true, I think. My philosophy would be more "Men and women can't be friends WHILE the sex part is getting in the way" (Reflect on that one for me about your ENFP pal sometime, Pink)

While those boobs were amazing, ah that image still splashed in my head..... what was i talking about? oh yeah... It kind of highlighted for me that yeah I wanted that, but I wanted that on my time on my watch with the woman who was going to put up with my quirkiness the best. I lost my emotional connection with those girls that day, one I never got back.

Flash forward many years to today, old, married, father of 2. I wouldn't mind walking up to a Brazilian supermodel, even with my wife by my side. No holds barred, if she wants to talk about the guy she did the Kama Sutra with last night, cool, we can discuss that.

I'm realistic enough to know that a man of my age and physique is probably not scoring a Brazilian supermodel anyways, but the larger point is (well make that the second largest point {gotta insert some brag into my anti-brag post [did I mention width at all?]}), she can't have me anyways because I'm confident and comfortable with who I am and what I've got.

What's more amazing, and she tells me so, is that my wife totally gets this side of me. She is as jealous a lover as probably exists, but she understands that I'm being me and the risk of stray is nil. It's one of those traits of hers that I totally knew was unique and special that I wanted and needed to have around me.

this thread comes across a little strange, and it actually makes me edgy being expected to "brag", but i feel like i'm expected to make a contribution so here goes..:mellow:

i'd made this group of friends on holiday from people who were staying in the same area.. i remember being frustrated because i "knew" none of them were girls i could/would get with (that "knowing" when they'll reciprocate).so i was lying on the grass about halfway through the week with some friends and rolled over cos i saw a couple of girls sitting next to us, and i remember her smiling at me and the sun made her face all glowy. my first thought was "wow" and my second was "finally". so i'm chatting to her for a bit, she shows me this grass trick then leaves with her friend. i wanted to try a social experiment, which is something i call the "hot and cold" technique. basically when you first meet a girl you like, everytime you see them have a different attitude, so one time be all funny and approachable, next be a little indifferent, next time be nice again- the theory being that if you're intense too often you'll end up being a "friend", if you're aloof too often she'll end up losing interest.
so this goes on for a couple of days when i see her, then i'm sitting with her and her friend blatently hitting on her, and do the whole "i think your hair would look better like this.."-and hair sweep. she doesn't give much of a reaction, so i back off and say i need to rejoin my friends who were starting to give me "i know what you're up to" looks. later on in town she comes up to me with a massive bottle of vodka in one hand and starts asking for a cigarette with a grin so i make a whole joke of her using her "womanly charms" to scab off me and leave to meet my friends, cos at that point i think she probly isn't interested, later i realise that was her reciprocating (women are strange), so later i'm meeting my friends for a night out and i see her sitting with her friend looking at me pensively, so i invite her along. we do a bit of quiet drinking, and i randomly drag her away to make out, since i realise she's still giving me signs. i ask her if she wants to walk back to mine, since it was the last night i was staying there, and that was summer 2009- i mean oxford girl- i mean phoebe.

bear in mind i'm younger than you guys. i think reading this back, it's sort of the remnants of the romanticism -which was crushed by real world reality when i was a young teen- coming out, the way i describe it. like it's not so much the fact that i got laid which is why i like reciting this, it's because the chase is incredibly exciting and it brings all the emotions back.:happy:

pinkrasputin said:

Virgin Men- go ahead and give detail about how you made the barista smile and blush (you know you coulda had her if you wanted).

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Now that I've gotten my disclaimer post out of the way I am going to align myself with this group. Marital sex, while amazing, hardly qualifies as conquest (even if it involves leg irons and taking a prisoner and 14 climaxes), so I'll stick to little snippets of unique interactions with females in my daily life.

Yesterday's - Nice hot young gal working the counter at the gift shoppe in a touristy locale. I step up to the counter to ask for a cookie. My 70-year old ENTJ pal steps up to the the counter opposite the cookies and asks her for a chocolate truffle. She says, 'Just a minute, I need to help him first and she turns to me.' I look at my pal as hey says, 'Hey!' and I say (in a semi-sarcastic voice), "She's helping me first cuz I'm better looking." She instantly starts giggling. To which I respond, "OWWWWWWWW I guess I was wrong!" She says, "No, I just don't see guys talk to each other like that." My response, "Yeah, we're kind of special."

Anyways, hardly a conquest, but it put a smile on all 3 of our faces for awhile. And yum, what a good cookie.

AgAu said:

Oh you are just too special Pink. Thank you so much for this. This is awesome.

If I'm really being honest though, my bark is bigger than my bite. Conquests? Not so much. I was more conquered myself. The tone of the "GAME" thread really is more my story. The 'A Look at Ourselves' thread also really really hit home for me. I seriously never ever thought of myself as a flirt until I got into that thread. I think my eyes opened up about halfway through writing one of my posts there.

I think I've referenced on here, at least indirectly, how much of a late bloomer I was when it came to dating and relationships. But damn, I look back now and yeah, I realize how much 'GAME' i had. I just never realized it, and I wasn't confident.

There was that day at the beach when I was about 18 years old, and the hottest two girls in class ask me to go on a walk with them as we get out of sight of the rest of the group, they're flashing boobs at me! You think maybe that was a sign of some sort? No, I didn't put two and two together - that's how late bloomer I was.

Thing is though, I really don't feel like I missed out. I found the right woman for me, or rather, she clubbed me over the head when she wanted me. It worked out wonderfully.

I relate better to women, I converse better with women, I enjoy being around women. I think they enjoy my company as well, as they seek me out for deep conversations or in times of stress when they need protection or comforting or if they've just seen something silly they want to talk about. To me at least, it's not sexual though. It's just being myself. And that type of interaction became MORE comfortable after I found the woman I wanted to spend my life with.

The 'When Harry Met Sally' line comes to mind for me. "Men and women can't be friends because the sex part always gets in the way" Sort of true, I think. My philosophy would be more "Men and women can't be friends WHILE the sex part is getting in the way" (Reflect on that one for me about your ENFP pal sometime, Pink)

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You made me think now... We need to go back to being just friends? Oy...

While those boobs were amazing, ah that image still splashed in my head..... what was i talking about? oh yeah... It kind of highlighted for me that yeah I wanted that, but I wanted that on my time on my watch with the woman who was going to put up with my quirkiness the best. I lost my emotional connection with those girls that day, one I never got back.

Flash forward many years to today, old, married, father of 2. I wouldn't mind walking up to a Brazilian supermodel, even with my wife by my side. No holds barred, if she wants to talk about the guy she did the Kama Sutra with last night, cool, we can discuss that.

I'm realistic enough to know that a man of my age and physique is probably not scoring a Brazilian supermodel anyways, but the larger point is (well make that the second largest point {gotta insert some brag into my anti-brag post [did I mention width at all?]}), she can't have me anyways because I'm confident and comfortable with who I am and what I've got.

What's more amazing, and she tells me so, is that my wife totally gets this side of me. She is as jealous a lover as probably exists, but she understands that I'm being me and the risk of stray is nil. It's one of those traits of hers that I totally knew was unique and special that I wanted and needed to have around me.

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OMG. I was in court all day and receiving PerC notifications on my Blackberry. Your posts were making crack up all day! I'll elaborate later. But people were wondering why I was laughing so hard in court.

Tridentus said:

this thread comes across a little strange, and it actually makes me edgy being expected to "brag", but i feel like i'm expected to make a contribution so here goes..:mellow:

i'd made this group of friends on holiday from people who were staying in the same area.. i remember being frustrated because i "knew" none of them were girls i could/would get with (that "knowing" when they'll reciprocate).so i was lying on the grass about halfway through the week with some friends and rolled over cos i saw a couple of girls sitting next to us, and i remember her smiling at me and the sun made her face all glowy. my first thought was "wow" and my second was "finally". so i'm chatting to her for a bit, she shows me this grass trick then leaves with her friend. i wanted to try a social experiment, which is something i call the "hot and cold" technique. basically when you first meet a girl you like, everytime you see them have a different attitude, so one time be all funny and approachable, next be a little indifferent, next time be nice again- the theory being that if you're intense too often you'll end up being a "friend", if you're aloof too often she'll end up losing interest.
so this goes on for a couple of days when i see her, then i'm sitting with her and her friend blatently hitting on her, and do the whole "i think your hair would look better like this.."-and hair sweep. she doesn't give much of a reaction, so i back off and say i need to rejoin my friends who were starting to give me "i know what you're up to" looks. later on in town she comes up to me with a massive bottle of vodka in one hand and starts asking for a cigarette with a grin so i make a whole joke of her using her "womanly charms" to scab off me and leave to meet my friends, cos at that point i think she probly isn't interested, later i realise that was her reciprocating (women are strange), so later i'm meeting my friends for a night out and i see her sitting with her friend looking at me pensively, so i invite her along. we do a bit of quiet drinking, and i randomly drag her away to make out, since i realise she's still giving me signs. i ask her if she wants to walk back to mine, since it was the last night i was staying there, and that was summer 2009- i mean oxford girl- i mean phoebe.

bear in mind i'm younger than you guys. i think reading this back, it's sort of the remnants of the romanticism -which was crushed by real world reality when i was a young teen- coming out, the way i describe it. like it's not so much the fact that i got laid which is why i like reciting this, it's because the chase is incredibly exciting and it brings all the emotions back.:happy:

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MMmm.. the chase is so yummy. I'm on the other end of the chase though :wink: No worries. I know it's weird for you guys to "brag". Think of it as therapy.

skycloud86 said:

OK.



Good to know.

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Oh my goodness. ENFP men are fuzzy lumps of love, Skycloud. I think it would be very hard for them to make a statement about a "conquest" or "darkside" without them also making the disclaimer "It was so wrong" or "I was young" or "It's not really a big deal and I didn't do it for selfish reasons, I wasn't trying to hurt ..." You see? ENFPs have serious CONSCIENCE. We know more than any one else, when we do something wrong. That is why I hope when other personality types approach this thread, they do so with sensitivity. No one needs to berate. It's hard for ENFP men to actually admit they can be the "Ladies' Man" because they usually hate guys who act like the "Ladies' Man".

For instance, here is a confession that I've said before but I'll say it again for the purpose of this thread. I will even highlight in bold where my ENFPness guilt induced disclaimers come out: In my dark past, I once seduced my boyfriend's room mate. Yep, he was a virgin too. It was something out of a movie. I stood beside his bed naked while he was sleeping and called out his name. It was nothing less than flat out seduction. I was pissed at my ex. He really was a jerk. And I knew his room mate wanted me but was also very shy. But I'm not proud of it. Although, it was a great memory. However, I wouldn't do it again. I know it's wrong.

So there you go. I was a ladies' man woman.