Saturday 30th April 2022
Song of the day - Cigarettes and Alcohol by Oasis
The day began with a call with a dating coach. Seems like a cool guy, and he's going to help me overcome my approach anxiety. It's a tall order and I may be a tougher nut to crack than he's anticipated. But I'm probably not as bad as some and undoubtedly not as special as I think. All the same, I'll not name him, as I don't want my own personal failings to reflect badly on the guy. Let's call him 'Brian Clough' after the legendary maverick English football (soccer for you American boys) coach. I'm sure he'll try his best and that's all anyone can ask. Maybe if I try my best too, I might get somewhere.
I've signed up for 3 months of cold approach coaching involving live calls where I approach (as if, lol) and he listens and holds his head in his hands in despair. He's also going to approach whilst I listen and hopefully learn. This all starts tomorrow, Sunday, but in the meantime, I have a date to prepare for. I'm sure it will go swimmingly.
The date...
So, I manage to convince a girl on Hinge (the dating app designed to be deleted apparently) to meet up with me in public, Lucky her. I'd been very charming on the app and via text, but now I'd have to do it in real life. I was screwed.
I thought we were all set for a drinks meetup at 7:30 when I got a message at about 4 o'clock to ask if we were going to get something to eat that night. I wasn't super keen on the idea, restaurants are expensive and I'd suggested 7:30 specifically to avoid any expectations of a dinner date. But as the panic took hold, I decided to cave in and book a table at a nearby restaurant. I told her I'd wanted to try a place near me for some time, and could she come a bit earlier, as I'd booked a table for 7.
Probably a weak move on my part, but as I have no idea what I'm doing, what else would I do?
She got dropped off by her friend. Not an encouraging sign I thought. She'll not want her friend to think she just bangs random guys off the internet on a first date. Anyway, that's just not what girls do, or so I've been led to believe my whole life.
Anyway, let's cut to the chase.
Restaurant highlights
- Initial mildly awkward getting to know you chat over drinks and food
- We bond over cigarettes - I'd pretended not to smoke (red flag to some chicks I thought) and she smokes 'occasionally' whatever that means. Anyway, I tell her she's a bad influence and we smoke her cigarettes outside the restaurant.
- I pay the bill and she says she'll pay for the drinks at the bar - as it turns out, the bar bill was a little bit more than the restaurant, so technically I'm up! Yay for feminism!
Bar highlights
- More drinking takes place. We talk. I work on developing comfort and similarity. She works for her family's business, family stuff is seemingly important to her. I use this knowledge to my advantage.
- More cigarettes are smoked
- Physical escalation occurs
- Barmaid comments to her "Are you on a first date? It seems to be going very well." Evidently, my physical escalation prowess has not gone unnoticed.
- Booze drank - 3 bottles of beer, 1/2 bottle of wine, and a few sips of her margaritas
The pull
- After too much to drink. I say "let's go for a walk." She complies
- I live 2 minutes walk away from the bar - I don't say anything about going to my place, but just take by the hand and lead her towards it, whilst pointing out a few places we'd talked about earlier and making general chit chat.
- Before getting to my street, I go for the kiss. She complies
My place
- We get in, sit on the couch, and continue with the kissing - no LMR
- I say that we should go in here (ie. my bedroom). She complies
- So, it's on.
- More kissing, some undressing and fondling takes place
- "Do you have condoms?" she asks. "Of course I do" I reply. We continue.
- I ask her what kind of stuff she likes, and she comes back straight away with "anal, but maybe not tonight" and starts telling me about how she was playing with her toys earlier that day. Frankly, I'm shocked. That's just not what girls do, or so I've been led to believe my whole life.
- Anyway, I make her cum a few times with some pussy eating and fingering, a bit of clit massage with the tongue and fingers, and I went quite hard on that 'come hither' motion thing with 2 fingers. She definitely liked that. And apparently, I'm quite good at it. Natural talent. Who knew?
- I tell her to suck and stroke my dick for a bit. She complies
This is where the problems begin.
A bit of first-night nerves and too much alcohol, coupled with my own self-reflective nature, means that not much is happening down there. I get about 3/4 erect but that's about it. Try to put on a condom. Bad idea, that just made it worse. I don't know why I tried to put it on before I was all the way erect. Panic, perhaps. "Do you think it's the alcohol?" she asks. "it's okay, that happens to some guys" She seems cool about it, and I go down on her and make her cum again. There is some more dick stroking and sucking but It's still not happening for me, so we do some cuddling instead and I roll some cigarettes for us to smoke. Some more kissing and cuddling and then some sleep.
We try again in the morning, but the same thing happens. Almost there, condom on before full erection has happened (why? Andrew, why?) and then back comes Mr Soft. I finger her for a bit, we chill, and I make coffee. She hangs around for a while and we chat and smoke outside. I go with her to the shop to buy cigarettes and wait with her for her taxi home.
I send her a text - That was [fire emoji] (I learnt this from the internet btw)
She replies - lol it was that's me home showered and in bed for a nap lol
I reply - glad you got home okay, we'll need to do that again sometime soon. hope you enjoy your nap and have a good rest of the day
No reply, I'm not concerned.
Monday at about 4pm I text this
Hiya, Happy Monday! how's your day going?
No reply, now I'm concerned