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January 18, 2003

"Philip, what's going on with

"Philip, what's going on with your website? What's going on with your life? 'Hot Action' sucks lately. You need to go get some pussy."

Maybe I've been too busy getting it to write about it...

All righty then, here's a little anecdote for you, based on an interesting phrase from the dictionary of body language.

Wednesday night at work I was hanging out by myself beside the sound console. An attractive woman came up to me and introduced herself, and we started talking.

What I came to notice about her was where she was standing. We were not having a face-to-face conversation. She started off standing beside me. Gradually, I shifted my body to try to face her. But she kept moving a little bit backwards.

Finally, I realized that I was talking to this person, and I had to turn my head way around to the left to see her. She was actually standing behind me.

There was nothing unusual about what we were talking about. Just some small talk accompanied by subtle and not-so-subtle flirtation.

I've seen this kind of thing before. An expert in non-verbal communication could probably tell me exactly what it means. Maybe it's indicative of shyness on a certain level; a woman who is standing behind me is protected from the full impact of frontal eye contact.

And yet, as it turns out, there was also something very sexy going on. Our relative positions actually made it easy for her to lean in very close to me, talk directly into my ear, linger in my space a little bit... It was probably more comfortable for her to do this than if she were standing right in front of me.

It gets better. I became aware of her breasts brushing against my back. I love it when women get the rack involved in a conversation. It's distracting, though. I'm trying to respond somewhat intelligently to what she's saying, and meanwhile her tits are sliding against the back of my arm and pressing momentarily into my shoulder blade and suddenly I just want to grab her around her hot little waist and pull her in close and start making out with her.

Sometimes I wonder if this knocker-talking is really as obvious as it seems, like "Hi, you're foxy and I want to rub my tits all over you." Or if it's just another of the many unintentional signals that women sometimes give out, that make men act all stupid for no good reason.

It seems likely that standing slightly behind a guy makes it possible to touch him with your breasts in a more subtle way than if you were face-to-face.

Whether or not it's intentional, it's pretty sexy. If you're ever talking to me and you want to make sure you get my undivided attention, now you know how.

Unfortunately, this particular encounter was

Unfortunately, this particular encounter was sabotaged by my traditional enemy, the Hot Girl's Best Friend.

She butted into our conversation and didn't even try to be subtle about it: "We have to leave RIGHT NOW." She was introduced to me, but she gave me a dead-fish handshake and didn't bother to find out my name. "I'm going to stand right over there and wait for you."

She walked a few metres away and turned around and stared at us.

"So how would you like to ditch your friend and go make out with me somewhere...?" I said. "Um... your friend is pointing her finger at me like a loaded gun."

And so the obviously reluctant Hot Girl came to be dragged away from me, probably forever, by the Best Friend. And our glorious epic simultaneous orgasms of destiny failed to materialize. To my considerable chagrin.

What is going on with the Best Friends of the Hot Girls of this world? I've often wondered. Are they motivated by jealousy, or resentment of all the fun Hot Girls get to have?

Maybe it's more complicated than that. I have a theory... Throughout history, men have done lots of nasty things to women. As a protective measure, many women have constructed an elaborate network of Best Friends. This network causes her behaviour to default to non-contact with men. If she wants to get with a guy, she has to work hard to make it happen.

It has to be a sure thing to make the Hot Girl blow off the Best Friend, who's standing a little way off, holding her coat and sighing.

But wow. If a woman is willing to ditch her friends to hang out with me, it is definitely a good sign. She's probably led by her passions in other departments as well.

(By the way, this is exactly what men are talking about when they claim to be attracted to "independent women.")

January 17, 2003

"'Hot action'? You should just

"'Hot action'? You should just change the name of your website to 'Stacey.'"

January 06, 2003

Coming soon: Free Porn Vol.


Coming soon: Free Porn Vol. 2

January 05, 2003

"You seem to have a

"You seem to have a few things figured out," she said.

I do have a few things figured out. In fact, sometimes I feel as though I know more about the sexuality of some women I sleep with than they do.

How else to explain how I'll meet someone and just know within thirty seconds of our introduction that we'll be getting it on. Hours or days before she actually makes the conscious decision that she wants to go through with it.

Sometimes it happens before we're even introduced. A smile, a lingering look, and later on she swears that she thought I was cute but "had no idea this would be happening."

A few times, before I've really looked at a woman, I've become aware of her standing in the periphery of my vision. Standing in just the right place and not moving, and when I finally do turn my head, I'm already smiling.

Experience has sharpened my intuition.

hot action involves the study of the process of making women comfortable, so that we progress through the stages of the encounter in a manner that is as smooth and elegant as possible.

Which brings me to my

Which brings me to my new fetish: being surprised.

Lately I find that I get incredibly turned on when something good happens, right out of the blue. I crave the unexpected, in a manner that is undeniably sexual.

I feel as though I can't elaborate or give examples because that would ruin it.

Any indications of physical domination I've given on this website... that's more about the rush of releasing pure physical energy. I'm not a through-and-through control freak. I find it more enjoyable when a woman initiates an encounter, for example; although once that takes place, I do everything I can to keep things going in the right direction.

But surprise is a tricky fetish to have, especially for the kind of person who really does like to go out and make things happen. You can't just decide to go out and be surprised.

Surprised and delighted. Do you think you can do that for me?