I know, I was a late bloomer.
A few times earlier in my life, whenever my friends would talk about how they lost their virginities or how many girls they’d been with, I’d avert my gaze and attempt to excuse myself from the conversation.
“When did you lose your virginity?” is one of the most personal questions someone can ask you, and it often provides a glimpse into your development into adulthood.
However, most guys are often ashamed to answer the question if they were late bloomers. It seems to detract from their masculinity and their perceived ability to get girls.
If you were a late bloomer or still have yet to lose your virginity, you probably understand and empathize with these thoughts.
Nevertheless, my late sexual development has led me to explore different facets of social interaction and energy exchange between people in ways that I wouldn’t have otherwise bothered to think about.
My first time…
So you’re probably wondering at this point how I lost my virginity. Here’s the story.
After returning home to LA from college (I attended school in Utah), my high school friend invited me to go on a Vegas trip with him and a few of his coworkers. Up until that point, I had never gone to Vegas properly. I was quite conservative growing up and had attended a Protestant elementary school and a Mormon university. Throughout high school, I didn’t drink and abstained from sex because I wanted to save myself for marriage.
After turning 21, I studied abroad in Europe and got drunk for the second time in my life (the first was my freshman year at a house party). I saw that the rest of the guys on our trip were socializing with girls at the bars and clubs we were going to, and I tried to join in. I didn’t have any success.
Living in the conservative Utah town of Provo, I didn’t really get to experience much nightlife or have many opportunities to hook up with girls. Thus, I welcomed my friend’s invitation and wanted to relive the unstifled fun that I had experienced in Europe.
It was Superbowl weekend, and we spent most of our time gambling. We would go to the slot machines and pool our money to play the high roller slots or try our luck at the blackjack and craps tables. I was terribly unlucky and lost copious sums of cash quickly.
The day before the Superbowl, we were all sitting at the casino bar in Bally’s pressing the video poker screens with reckless abandon. I had lost the money that I was willing to spend for the night, so I just sat there drinking, watching over my friend’s shoulder as he played his machine.
A Chinese lady sat next to me and ordered a red wine as I sat placidly staring at my friend’s screen.
“Do you know how to play?” she asked me.
“Yes, but I’m not very good,” I replied with a laugh. “I’ve already lost my money for the night. I can show you though.”
I proceeded to teach her the basics of poker and how to use the machine, which proved to be a difficult endeavor in broken English. Nevertheless, I showed her how to play a few rounds, then we started conversing about each other’s lives.
“What brings you to Vegas?” I asked her.
“Where are you from?”
“Oh ok, and this is your first time in Las Vegas?”
“I’m Marcus by the way. What’s your name?”
I found out that she was in Vegas alone for work, so I made it my mission to show her around and allow her to have a good experience. It was better than leaking money at the machines anyway.
I excused myself from my friends and took Becky to a slot machine where she could experience pulling slots for the first time.
As we spent more time together, I could feel her becoming more comfortable being touched and around my presence in general.
I then wanted to take Becky to the strip so that she could experience the ambiance of the different hotels.
On the way out of Bally’s, she said that she wanted to stop somewhere and get a drink. We stopped at the cantina in Bally’s, and Becky got a margarita while I ordered a Corona. We sat there for about 20 minutes discovering further biographical details about each other’s lives.
Becky admitted that she’d only had one boyfriend in the past and work was her main priority for the majority of her life. She was now 28 and wanted to explore what the world had to offer beyond career advancement.
While we sat there, I became more interested and attracted to Becky. She was wearing a heavy pea coat but disrobed it when we sat down at the bar. She had a slim figure, and her face was youthful. While we sat in conversation, my intention shifted from adventuring about the strip to Becky.
Finally, as the conversation began to lull, I asked, “would you like to go upstairs to my room?”
Then we paid our bill, left the bar, and began to walk towards the elevators. However, she stopped following me and made a right turn instead of left! I was confused.
Nonetheless, I decided to follow her instead and continued talking to her. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary to her.
We walked all the way to her room. She must’ve misunderstood…when I said my room, she must’ve thought we were going to her room.
She scanned her keycard, and we walked in. She turned on the TV, I took off my shoes, and jumped on her bed. She sat uncomfortably on the couch.
“Did you want to sit on the bed too?” I asked. She stayed silent for a second.
“I’ve never had another man in my room like this…” she admitted nervously.
“It’s ok,” I comforted her. She walked over and sat on the bed. Then she laid down next to me.
“Are you nervous?” I asked.
“Yes…” she replied. “Do you want to take a bath?”
…? That was not the response I was expecting…
“I’m ok,” I responded, a bit nonplussed.
“Ok,” she said. “I’m going to take a bath.”
Then she headed to the bathroom.
Meanwhile, I laid on the bed flipping through news and sports channels for the next ten minutes. She finally came out of the shower in her robe. She laid down next to me once again.
I could feel her tension, timidness, and desire as we laid there for a few minutes. Then I suddenly leaned over and kissed her.
She recoiled in surprise at first, but then she reciprocated. We made out for a few moments, but then she stopped me…
“Go take a bath,” she whispered. Now I understood. She wanted me to shower before having sex.
After taking a shower and coming back into the room in my towel, I laid next to her. She sidled up next to me and we began kissing again. I slipped her body out of her robe and took my towel off. I allowed my carnal instincts to take over, and I went down on her. She gripped my hair and started moaning.
“Do you have a condom?” she asked.
“Yes,” I responded, reaching into my wallet. I tore the packet open and struggled to roll it onto my erection as if it were the banana that I’d seen in sex ed class. That was the only point of reference for proper condom equipping form up until that moment in my life.
Once I slipped it on, I spread her legs and entered her.
The sensation was spectacularly underwhelming. Her breath shortened into quick gasps, but for me, it felt like I was rubbing my erection against a warm plastic bag.
This is what guys go crazy for?
Then we switched positions, and she began to ride me. After a few minutes, her breath hastened as she rubbed her pubic bone against mine more aggressively. Then the pace quickened until finally her body began to shake and she collapsed onto my chest and into my arms.
We both took turns taking showers, then we laid in bed together falling asleep in the warmth of each other’s embraces.
As I drifted off to sleep, the realization that I was no longer a virgin suddenly struck me, yet I felt no different from the previous day. In those few minutes, it seemed that everything and nothing had changed all at once.
My Paradigm Shift
After this experience, I became curious about what motivates attraction in women. I had always thought that sex was a big deal up until that point. A year following this encounter, I actually coincidentally moved to Las Vegas, which would change the way I understood female emotions and sexual desire forever.
After living in Las Vegas for two years and becoming a nightclub promoter, I saw and experienced the underbelly of sexual debauchery putting a human being’s most primal biological desires on full display.
During this time I recognized a pattern in sexual behavior and wrote down a formula to represent this pattern.
If you want to learn about how to get a girl to have sex with you, you can read the next article which includes the formula and an explanation of it.