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As a bit of background, I’m a college student with essentially no sexual experience outside of relationships. I’d broken up with my girlfriend of two years a few months before, and starting checking out some GC articles shortly after. This was my first real attempt at (clumsily) implementing some of the site’s techniques to pull off a seduction. Despite a successful end I made tons of errors here; I welcome any comments you have.
I was sitting on a couch in the lobby of my dorm one night, killing time before an orchestra concert I’d planned to attend. A female friend, BrightEyes, walked in with a guy I vaguely knew. She invited me to play Frisbee with a group of their friends in 20 mins. I decided I’d blow off the concert for the chance to keep sharpening my social skills. However, I was disappointed when she listed who else was coming; there were no other girls. BrightEyes is fairly cute and really smart (a huge turn on for me), but has told me she has no experience whatsoever with romance (not even kissing). I’d be wary of doing anything with her and running the risk of hurting her feelings. We sat and talked while waiting for the game. I deep dove her on her preferences in friends and feelings on socializing. I commented that some people are very draining and reaction-seeking; she mentioned that “you’re just the opposite.” I’ve noticed as I make an effort to project a confident devil-may-care attitude, girls give far more positive reactions to anything I say. Even with totally banal comments; more and more it becomes clear that the nonverbal vibe you project is far more important than the actual content of what you’re saying.
In my peripheral vision I caught her glancing my way several times during lulls in the conversation; I usually ignored this but would occasionally turn and hold eye contact with a smile.
But on to the game. We met the others at the nearby field, and I was surprised to see another female acquaintance, Vice, joining us. We had had frank discussions about sex in the past where she had told me about her anonymous drunken hookups. I had actually clumsily propositioned her via text while drunk myself once; she declined, so I wasn’t viewing her as a prospect. She gave me a hug and told me she’d been drinking to blow off steam after a test. She was stumbling around and yelling in an exaggerated way; I got the sense that she was acting more drunk than she really felt, something I often notice girls doing. As we played we started teasing each other about our bad throws and missed catches. We were next to each other in the circle, and I noticed her gravitating towards me and looking my way. I figured I might as well practice flirting with her. “Trying to get close?” I said and smirked. I said similar things at other points to try to establish a chase frame, she smiled and held strong eye contact each time. At another point she commented on a rugby game going on nearby, and I said she must love ogling those muscular guys. She said “no, I like more of your kind of slender body type.” At this point even I could pick up on her interest, but I still wasn’t seeing the possibility of making something happen that night. After about 15 mins she mentioned that she hadn’t yet heard me play the piano, and said “maybe tonight?” Looking back this was a glaring invitation to get her out of there, but I missed it completely and told her I had to work that night. We kept flirting and making tons of suggestive eye contact. I tried to make liberal use of the “cute and sexy” facial expression Chase mentions. By this point I’m sure it was clear to her I was a total novice, but she graciously tried again a few minutes later.
Her: “So when does your shift start?”
Me: “9:45. Why?” (facepalm)
Her: “uh..I don’t know.” (lightbulb goes off)
Me: “Want to chill for a bit beforehand?”
She brightened up and suggested we head to her place immediately. I stood around awkwardly for a bit before realizing she was unsure how to exit the group and that I needed to take the lead. I announced that we were “headed to play some piano” and began walking with her in the complete opposite direction of the music department, it was totally unconvincing, but these friends are even less attuned to that kind of thing than I am. I noticed she was walking straighter and talking much more normally now than when we were in front of the group. We made small talk, and she found a way to mention how she never reads a guy’s signals well and needs him to be dominant and make an obvious move. By this point I was feeling almost insulted by how easy she made it for me, but it’s certainly nice to have the help. Vice’s place was a 15 min walk away, but I finally came up with a good idea and said I wanted to stop by my (much closer) room first. As we were walking through the lobby, I got to use my brilliant piano excuse again when a very conservative mutual acquaintance asked us why we had stopped playing frisbee so soon. In the hallway, I made physical contact with her for the first time by lightly touching her back as I pointed the way. By this point I was pretty nervous, but could see that it was impossible to fuck it up now. When we reached my room, I sat on the bed, but she hovered uncertainly near the doorway. I commanded her to sit next to me (totally uncharacteristic), and began kissing and touching her immediately. Things moved on predictably from there.
Looking back, I did very little to really lead the course of events. But even the small amount I was able to act upon would never have happened without some of the insights I’ve gotten from reading this site; I’m really looking forward to working more on this. Feel free to make any comments or criticisms you like.
I was sitting on a couch in the lobby of my dorm one night, killing time before an orchestra concert I’d planned to attend. A female friend, BrightEyes, walked in with a guy I vaguely knew. She invited me to play Frisbee with a group of their friends in 20 mins. I decided I’d blow off the concert for the chance to keep sharpening my social skills. However, I was disappointed when she listed who else was coming; there were no other girls. BrightEyes is fairly cute and really smart (a huge turn on for me), but has told me she has no experience whatsoever with romance (not even kissing). I’d be wary of doing anything with her and running the risk of hurting her feelings. We sat and talked while waiting for the game. I deep dove her on her preferences in friends and feelings on socializing. I commented that some people are very draining and reaction-seeking; she mentioned that “you’re just the opposite.” I’ve noticed as I make an effort to project a confident devil-may-care attitude, girls give far more positive reactions to anything I say. Even with totally banal comments; more and more it becomes clear that the nonverbal vibe you project is far more important than the actual content of what you’re saying.
In my peripheral vision I caught her glancing my way several times during lulls in the conversation; I usually ignored this but would occasionally turn and hold eye contact with a smile.
But on to the game. We met the others at the nearby field, and I was surprised to see another female acquaintance, Vice, joining us. We had had frank discussions about sex in the past where she had told me about her anonymous drunken hookups. I had actually clumsily propositioned her via text while drunk myself once; she declined, so I wasn’t viewing her as a prospect. She gave me a hug and told me she’d been drinking to blow off steam after a test. She was stumbling around and yelling in an exaggerated way; I got the sense that she was acting more drunk than she really felt, something I often notice girls doing. As we played we started teasing each other about our bad throws and missed catches. We were next to each other in the circle, and I noticed her gravitating towards me and looking my way. I figured I might as well practice flirting with her. “Trying to get close?” I said and smirked. I said similar things at other points to try to establish a chase frame, she smiled and held strong eye contact each time. At another point she commented on a rugby game going on nearby, and I said she must love ogling those muscular guys. She said “no, I like more of your kind of slender body type.” At this point even I could pick up on her interest, but I still wasn’t seeing the possibility of making something happen that night. After about 15 mins she mentioned that she hadn’t yet heard me play the piano, and said “maybe tonight?” Looking back this was a glaring invitation to get her out of there, but I missed it completely and told her I had to work that night. We kept flirting and making tons of suggestive eye contact. I tried to make liberal use of the “cute and sexy” facial expression Chase mentions. By this point I’m sure it was clear to her I was a total novice, but she graciously tried again a few minutes later.
Her: “So when does your shift start?”
Me: “9:45. Why?” (facepalm)
Her: “uh..I don’t know.” (lightbulb goes off)
Me: “Want to chill for a bit beforehand?”
She brightened up and suggested we head to her place immediately. I stood around awkwardly for a bit before realizing she was unsure how to exit the group and that I needed to take the lead. I announced that we were “headed to play some piano” and began walking with her in the complete opposite direction of the music department, it was totally unconvincing, but these friends are even less attuned to that kind of thing than I am. I noticed she was walking straighter and talking much more normally now than when we were in front of the group. We made small talk, and she found a way to mention how she never reads a guy’s signals well and needs him to be dominant and make an obvious move. By this point I was feeling almost insulted by how easy she made it for me, but it’s certainly nice to have the help. Vice’s place was a 15 min walk away, but I finally came up with a good idea and said I wanted to stop by my (much closer) room first. As we were walking through the lobby, I got to use my brilliant piano excuse again when a very conservative mutual acquaintance asked us why we had stopped playing frisbee so soon. In the hallway, I made physical contact with her for the first time by lightly touching her back as I pointed the way. By this point I was pretty nervous, but could see that it was impossible to fuck it up now. When we reached my room, I sat on the bed, but she hovered uncertainly near the doorway. I commanded her to sit next to me (totally uncharacteristic), and began kissing and touching her immediately. Things moved on predictably from there.
Looking back, I did very little to really lead the course of events. But even the small amount I was able to act upon would never have happened without some of the insights I’ve gotten from reading this site; I’m really looking forward to working more on this. Feel free to make any comments or criticisms you like.
). Just the other day over text she admitted that she always had a big crush on me at work even though her best friend hated me.