Manifest Destiny

I meet her early for a beer.
I don't know it but in 6 hours we'll be devouring one another's faces at my job with my hand wrapped around her throat and her pulling my hair.

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 We meet up with my buddy and some friends.
I get through a beer or two before we take shots.
She's anxious, probably the most nervous hot girl I've ever met.
She's hot to the point that I have a hard time not staring her down.
She has a body built for sex and I have a hard time not imagining that the whole time I'm with her. Somewhere around the time we head to the 3rd bar we're making out and she's pulling me between her legs. I can tell we're sexually compatible by the way we make out.
I won't remember the 4th bar we go to until the next morning when I look at the pictures on my phone with her in my bed. She's exceedingly hot and very easily one of the hottest girls I've been out with which is no small feat given my resume.

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A belief I see being reinforced in my personal life lately is how the more clearly you know what you want, the more it begins to manifest. As I become more domineering and direct with the type of woman I want, the more I find myself meeting those girls and them finding themselves drawn to me.

I like a woman who has the right amount of submissiveness. The vast majority of the time, I'm actually very laissez-faire when it comes to my relationships. I don't care where we eat, what we're going to do: I'm flexible.
But in the bedroom, the girl must know who is in charge.