Sortie seven
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Objectives: rail blonde i saw on other side of bar
Plan of action: check for her inside club
Exfil: home
Chats: 2
Overall CDC: 15-6-0 (chat-details-close)
Result: practice handling age-difference
(This is the continuation of New Mission Debriefings: Sortie twenty-two.)
This blonde girls is so slim and sporty, I could probably touch my thumbs and fingers putting my hands around her waist. And she still has some boobs too! Wow! I feel she would just outright reject any approach and involuntarily imagine her reacting badly. There’s another guy, totally different from me, not far along but already at her. I contemplate talking to her friend instead, another hot blonde with enormous fake boobs, but I never actually do. Later that night, I would see that friend walk off in the arms of some guy. Even later she would be making-out with cool-kid. I’m confused. Think I can at least do something extremely low-profile, so I ask a third girl in the group for a chewing gum. Responds kindly and directs me to the bouncer, where they had gotten theirs from.
Find other set outside. Had exchanged two sentences earlier as they were on their way to buying cigarettes. "My favorite smoker-girls! You surely have a chewing gum for me!" Keep it cool as we chat. Blonde wants to stay in touch for a party on Monday. Grab her details as we go back inside.
At side of dance floor, feel how woman at my 8 stares at me. Uncomfortable. Later her friends would bump into my back, harshly. Probably that’s their best idea to make me turn around. I had that happen before. Half-turn towards a guy, acting as if I had thought it was him, then stepping away, looking to get other people as shields in between. Suddenly notice another two-set of the older age group, at other side of dance floor, with the dark-haired staring at me. Feel like prey, cornered, with nowhere to run to. Uneasy. Didn’t think of it this literally when someone in the forum said that women just "threw" themselves at me.
Notice stunning body, boobs, tasty waist-hip ratio, black dress sitting down at bar. Looking for napkin, lean over bar right next to her, giving a chance to notice me. Open: "So how is
your night going?" Wow, she looks like a young
Phoebe Tonkin. Gonna name her wolf-maid. As we give our names, keep holding on to her hand. Seems totally fine with it. Have trouble understanding each other. Is a bit drunk. Sticks around through a couple of interruptions from her friends that would allow her to leave easily. Good sign. Take both her hands. Seems okay. Then releases:
"How old are you anyway?" "84."
"What?" "Eighty-four … I know I look much younger …" Doesn’t quite get to joke. Clarify: "
Nineteen-eighty-four … Now you’ll have to do the math. Go!" Look down on my watch starting the timer.
"40?" "No … 38. I’m 38." Looks brain-fried. "Now you’re wondering if to be proud of your appeal?"
"I’m shocked!" "Let’s see how long that lasts." This time in a more acted fashion, hold up arm starting the timer again. Soon she’s lost in conversation with a friend of hers.
Ask if shock was over, but again understands - and responds - something else. Joins girl-friend outside. Pull up this forum and find
the thread about handling reservations regarding age differences. Decide to go with one of
@Will_V ’s lines. Find her outside. Age comes up again. I state: "Yeah, but sometimes you find out you get along regardless." Look at her as she actually considers the statement and agrees. Jokingly tell her friend to put in a good word for me. Tells me that wolf-maid has a boyfriend. "Well, that’s okay … [put arm around wolf-maid’s shoulder, pull her in as if to show what a great couple we’d make] … but I also know that she doesn’t find me completely ugly either. [smile] So that’s good."
Directed back at wolf-maid: "I know we might not straight-up become friends tonight, but I would like at least a chance to meet you tomorrow, to get to know each other." Names all the things she has planned to do with her friend that day. "We’ll surely find some gap in between." Doesn’t seem to be fully opposed to the idea. Wants to give me her social media, but manage to take her number instead.
Not exactly sure where in the above interaction she had said something like:
"Oh that’s only like … 20 years more than me." "Twenty-two!", the friend had exclaimed. Misinterpreting context I said: "No way you’re 22!", underlining that I expected her to be younger even before she had told me her age shortly before … where she didn’t seem too sure if she was 17 or 18. Is she about to turn 18 … or trying to amp attainability by adding a year?
Converse quite a bit with her male friend, actually her class-mate from back home. Get along well. At some point they discuss about where she will be sleeping that night. Later, after being separated from the group for a while, decide to go home. Then remember: Cannot fuck a number. Go to say goodbye, shaking hands with everyone in the group. Wolf-maid is distracted in conversation. Her girl-friend calls her:
"E! Shake hands!" Ask where she’ll sleep tonight.
"At home… ?" Gives weird look. Guess that was too much. As I leave the group, hear them say
"Adios!" in derogatory manner, with vibe of certain agreement among the group.
I am satisfied for pushing as much as I felt possible, angry about my bad move, happy about such a girl not outright rejecting me for age, sad it didn’t turn out well, happy that it’s actually important to me.
(Thread on how to recover added as Expelled by her social group. One text message to fix this?)
Intel
- Still find myself expecting rejection from girls like the tiny blonde and I’d probably be right, if I went direct. Will focus on opening such groups in a rather passive manner, just to have them see that I’m chill, so if anyone is curious they feel they can come talk to me.
- Actually the idea of asking for a chewing gum wasn’t that bad as it may sound here. I could have transitioned: "Oh cool, I’ll go ask him in a bit … how are you guys enjoying yourselves tonight?"
- Remember one night where the attention of one woman or girl led to the next. Had rewarded attempts of getting closer by dancing a few steps with each and finally ended up kissing the queen of the night, who was sitting at the bar to where I returned every once in a while. I'm always reluctant to causing false expectations, but I'll see if I can utilize the initial pre-selection from the aggressive women and then continue to improve my drive from there.
- Also, might read differently, but I’m pretty sure wolf-maid found me attractive and compared to interactions in all other outings she was the most responsive of her age-group. Will continue to focus on having sexual intent, which I feel is a main contributor.
- Feel like a total rookie as far as socializing in general goes. When I saw cool-kid making out, I smiled appreciatively and nodded as if to say "I do not want to interrupt". After fluent chats in the bar in the afternoon, we didn’t exchange a single word the entire night. It felt weird. In the future I’ll do better. I can invite a drink to provide some value, when I think my company alone doesn’t add much.
- As for the objective, I did see a girl that might have been the blonde that initially motivated this outing, but wasn’t attracted after all. Thanks anyway xD
