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I went on a date to a quiet bar. It was a girl I approached spontaneously by cycling up on the sidewalk. She was dressed entirely casually with glasses then, but I could tell she was attractive. I don’t care how they dress or put on their makeup. What I’m interested in is how a girl looks after you take off all her clothes and hose off all the extra stuff she has applied on herself.
This is something I constantly debated with my single friends back in the day when we did night game. I was the one usually doing the heavy lifting in the field back then, so I sometimes told my friends… that’s because you guys only look at them, I’m the one who has to fuck them I think Chase has written a few articles on this difference in what guys focus on.
Anyway, this girl came mega dolled up. I must say, she was exceptionally attractive, in the technical sense. She had even put on some things I had hinted at that I like. I was a little late, she wasn’t there yet. I went in, got a beer and took the optimal seat, in the corner of a L-shaped couch. Some older guy with a very red face and a beer sat there when I came in, but he moved soon. He must have sensed my seducer-aura and respectfully made room.
She showed up after five minutes. She didn’t get a drink, just sat down pretty far away. I didn’t mind, I felt on point. She kept looking over at the bar. I think she expected me to buy something for her. I would have, if we had arrived at the same time. Maybe I could have offered that? Would it be too much to get up, walk to the bar, have her order, pay, then walk back? Hard to say. She mentioned later that she likes men to be gentlemen, which is why she has only dated foreign guys.
She also kept steering the teasing and banter to my financial status. It was light, but there might have been something behind it. I just agreed and amplified, highlighting how I DON’T have a sailing boat or any of that stuff.
I told some anecdotes about my family and how great out relationships are. She seemed to have tight relations with her family too, but her answers stayed bland and casual. No judgement, just an observation.
Long story short… she likes cities, clubs, chilling at the beach. I like backpacking, weird experiences and meditation. She just sat there and seemed to have a frame of evaluating me. I didn’t buy in. I kept deep diving her. I teased her here and there. I even sexualized a little bit. Everything seemed to just bounce off her. The only thing that “worked” was when I asked to see her nails and later a tattoo on her ankle. She offered up her hand and leg willingly. Maybe aggressive physical escalation could have affected her favorably? I certainly thought about it, but I’m rusty as hell and couldn’t figure out how to do it.
Was she expecting me to get up, buy a drink for her, and start touching her? Maybe! But I’m just learning to manage myself, remember to deep dive, fix logistics… you will have to wait, woman!
The reason I’m excited is that I kept super calm. I kept my frame or whatever, didn’t bounce through any hoops. I HAD FUN playing with the situation. Of course, it went nowhere… but I was super on point. We just were a total personality mismatch. Perhaps a more seasoned veteran could have made something out of this, but at the point where I am in all this, I was very impressed with myself.
When my beer was finished, she just said she will go now. I just said ok, and calmly started to gather my stuff. She seemed to bear some burden of awkwardness as she kind of moved back and forth and asked me am I also leaving, which way am I going... this wasn’t an invitation for anything, just her trying to manage the situation. Not that it’s a competition. I let her go gracefully. But I am happy that tonight, nothing seemed to affect me.
This is something I constantly debated with my single friends back in the day when we did night game. I was the one usually doing the heavy lifting in the field back then, so I sometimes told my friends… that’s because you guys only look at them, I’m the one who has to fuck them I think Chase has written a few articles on this difference in what guys focus on.
Anyway, this girl came mega dolled up. I must say, she was exceptionally attractive, in the technical sense. She had even put on some things I had hinted at that I like. I was a little late, she wasn’t there yet. I went in, got a beer and took the optimal seat, in the corner of a L-shaped couch. Some older guy with a very red face and a beer sat there when I came in, but he moved soon. He must have sensed my seducer-aura and respectfully made room.
She showed up after five minutes. She didn’t get a drink, just sat down pretty far away. I didn’t mind, I felt on point. She kept looking over at the bar. I think she expected me to buy something for her. I would have, if we had arrived at the same time. Maybe I could have offered that? Would it be too much to get up, walk to the bar, have her order, pay, then walk back? Hard to say. She mentioned later that she likes men to be gentlemen, which is why she has only dated foreign guys.
She also kept steering the teasing and banter to my financial status. It was light, but there might have been something behind it. I just agreed and amplified, highlighting how I DON’T have a sailing boat or any of that stuff.
I told some anecdotes about my family and how great out relationships are. She seemed to have tight relations with her family too, but her answers stayed bland and casual. No judgement, just an observation.
Long story short… she likes cities, clubs, chilling at the beach. I like backpacking, weird experiences and meditation. She just sat there and seemed to have a frame of evaluating me. I didn’t buy in. I kept deep diving her. I teased her here and there. I even sexualized a little bit. Everything seemed to just bounce off her. The only thing that “worked” was when I asked to see her nails and later a tattoo on her ankle. She offered up her hand and leg willingly. Maybe aggressive physical escalation could have affected her favorably? I certainly thought about it, but I’m rusty as hell and couldn’t figure out how to do it.
Was she expecting me to get up, buy a drink for her, and start touching her? Maybe! But I’m just learning to manage myself, remember to deep dive, fix logistics… you will have to wait, woman!
The reason I’m excited is that I kept super calm. I kept my frame or whatever, didn’t bounce through any hoops. I HAD FUN playing with the situation. Of course, it went nowhere… but I was super on point. We just were a total personality mismatch. Perhaps a more seasoned veteran could have made something out of this, but at the point where I am in all this, I was very impressed with myself.
When my beer was finished, she just said she will go now. I just said ok, and calmly started to gather my stuff. She seemed to bear some burden of awkwardness as she kind of moved back and forth and asked me am I also leaving, which way am I going... this wasn’t an invitation for anything, just her trying to manage the situation. Not that it’s a competition. I let her go gracefully. But I am happy that tonight, nothing seemed to affect me.