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(I’m skipping over the texting and initial approach since there wasn’t anything special about it.)
Her Personality Profile
• Non-confrontational (with me, at least)
• Seemed nervous multiple times (and said so). In a good way though
• Compliant
In our texts leading up to the date, I told her we’d grab some food, and if the vibe was right, we’d go to my place to watch a movie. She already knew that was the plan and didn’t object.
The Date
I picked her up from her dorm and walked her to my car. As we walked, I extended my arm for her to loop hers through mine—I usually do that.
We ate at Chick-fil-A. The vibe was calm and cool from the start, with a good amount of teasing. I was careful with my attainability because I knew I wanted to convert this girl.
I made some marriage jokes, which she ate up:
Me: “When we’re married, you can come to my hometown with me.”
Her: [laughs]
At one point, I pulled out my ID and told her to get used to pronouncing her new last name. She kept laughing.
I also framed the situation as a “chase.” Since I was leaving town the next day, I said:
Me: “It’s so sad—you don’t get more of me this week.”
Her: “I knowwww.”
Most of the conversation was just filler. I kept my sexy nonverbal game going to turn her on. She said multiple times that my eye contact was making her nervous.
Eventually, I mentioned going to my place. She resisted a little, saying she had class at 8 AM. I reassured her:
Me: “I’ll bring you back on time. You’ll still get enough sleep.”
Then I quickly changed the topic, pulled back, and rebuilt comfort. After a few minutes, I brought it up again. This time, she said, “OK.”
At My Place
Once we got to my place, I was careful not to escalate too fast—something I’ve done in the past. I offered her a drink, which she politely declined.
She sat awkwardly in the corner, so to get her up and increase the room’s energy, I offered to give her a quick boxing lesson. This let me touch her hips and make her laugh, easing tension.
After that, I used the lesson as an excuse to touch her shoulders and pretend I felt some tension there. Then, I offered to give her a massage. She agreed.
I told her to lie on her stomach, put on some music, and told her to take off her shirt. She complied.
For about 15 minutes, I massaged her bare back with massage oil, setting the tone.
Then, I slid her pants off completely. She actually helped me do it.
I started massaging her legs while letting my fingers “accidentally” graze her pussy to see if she’d react.
I did it three times. When she didn’t react, I started fingering her.
After a few minutes, I tapped my dick on her ass as a kind of warning, then slid in with no resistance.
There was no condom around me, and I didn’t want to break momentum by reaching for one. So I just went in raw.
The Sex
Maybe 8 minutes long—a 5/10 for me.
The massage foreplay was great, but I was trying too hard to perform during sex. (I usually don’t “rock worlds” the first time—typically, that happens around the third or fourth time I’m with a girl.)
At one point, I felt her lightly push against me. That’s when I knew.
I wanted to go another round to increase conversion, but she seemed bothered by something.
Me: “What’s wrong?”
Her: “Did you nut in me?”
I told her “yeah, maybe a little bit, but I’d get you a Plan B anyway”. I wanted to cuddle and bond some more to help with the conversion, but she started putting her clothes back on.
Me: “Relax, it’s not like you have to take it now. You still have three days.”
Her: “No, I’m ovulating tomorrow. Plan B doesn’t work if you’re ovulating. I need it now.”
Me: I see.
That caught me off guard a bit, so I started getting dressed to drive her.
Getting Plan B
On the way out, I tried to lighten the mood by playing around with her—throwing her over my shoulder and making her laugh.
We got to Walgreens, and she offered to split the cost of the Plan B.
I was planning to pay for it all myself, but I let her split it.
Afterward, on the drive back, we talked about random topics—her family, her sister, and what age she wanted to get married. Just filler conversation.
I dropped her off at her dorm and ended with:
Me: “I’ll see you after break.”
Her: “Yeah, stay in touch with me.”
I kissed her goodbye and felt good about the night.
Even though the sex was mediocre, everything seemed fine. She was still compliant on the way out. I’m usually good at reading signals too.
The Aftermath
About 45 minutes later, I texted her.
Four hours passed, and I still didn’t see a “delivered” notification.
That suggested I was blocked.
Meanwhile, Instagram showed she was active 5 minutes ago so it’s not like her phone was off.
All my other texts were going through fine even to other people
Now, I have two possible theories about why this happened, but I want to hear what you guys think first.
I still have her instagram (we follow each other) so maybe I could do something and text her over that… but I dont wanna give stalker vibes.
Really sad cuz I liked this girl a lot too. Damn.
(Formatted this LR with chatgpt so if anything looks weird thats why)
Her Personality Profile
• Non-confrontational (with me, at least)
• Seemed nervous multiple times (and said so). In a good way though
• Compliant
In our texts leading up to the date, I told her we’d grab some food, and if the vibe was right, we’d go to my place to watch a movie. She already knew that was the plan and didn’t object.
The Date
I picked her up from her dorm and walked her to my car. As we walked, I extended my arm for her to loop hers through mine—I usually do that.
We ate at Chick-fil-A. The vibe was calm and cool from the start, with a good amount of teasing. I was careful with my attainability because I knew I wanted to convert this girl.
I made some marriage jokes, which she ate up:
Me: “When we’re married, you can come to my hometown with me.”
Her: [laughs]
At one point, I pulled out my ID and told her to get used to pronouncing her new last name. She kept laughing.
I also framed the situation as a “chase.” Since I was leaving town the next day, I said:
Me: “It’s so sad—you don’t get more of me this week.”
Her: “I knowwww.”
Most of the conversation was just filler. I kept my sexy nonverbal game going to turn her on. She said multiple times that my eye contact was making her nervous.
Eventually, I mentioned going to my place. She resisted a little, saying she had class at 8 AM. I reassured her:
Me: “I’ll bring you back on time. You’ll still get enough sleep.”
Then I quickly changed the topic, pulled back, and rebuilt comfort. After a few minutes, I brought it up again. This time, she said, “OK.”
At My Place
Once we got to my place, I was careful not to escalate too fast—something I’ve done in the past. I offered her a drink, which she politely declined.
She sat awkwardly in the corner, so to get her up and increase the room’s energy, I offered to give her a quick boxing lesson. This let me touch her hips and make her laugh, easing tension.
After that, I used the lesson as an excuse to touch her shoulders and pretend I felt some tension there. Then, I offered to give her a massage. She agreed.
I told her to lie on her stomach, put on some music, and told her to take off her shirt. She complied.
For about 15 minutes, I massaged her bare back with massage oil, setting the tone.
Then, I slid her pants off completely. She actually helped me do it.
I started massaging her legs while letting my fingers “accidentally” graze her pussy to see if she’d react.
I did it three times. When she didn’t react, I started fingering her.
After a few minutes, I tapped my dick on her ass as a kind of warning, then slid in with no resistance.
There was no condom around me, and I didn’t want to break momentum by reaching for one. So I just went in raw.
The Sex
Maybe 8 minutes long—a 5/10 for me.
The massage foreplay was great, but I was trying too hard to perform during sex. (I usually don’t “rock worlds” the first time—typically, that happens around the third or fourth time I’m with a girl.)
At one point, I felt her lightly push against me. That’s when I knew.
I wanted to go another round to increase conversion, but she seemed bothered by something.
Me: “What’s wrong?”
Her: “Did you nut in me?”
I told her “yeah, maybe a little bit, but I’d get you a Plan B anyway”. I wanted to cuddle and bond some more to help with the conversion, but she started putting her clothes back on.
Me: “Relax, it’s not like you have to take it now. You still have three days.”
Her: “No, I’m ovulating tomorrow. Plan B doesn’t work if you’re ovulating. I need it now.”
Me: I see.
That caught me off guard a bit, so I started getting dressed to drive her.
Getting Plan B
On the way out, I tried to lighten the mood by playing around with her—throwing her over my shoulder and making her laugh.
We got to Walgreens, and she offered to split the cost of the Plan B.
I was planning to pay for it all myself, but I let her split it.
Afterward, on the drive back, we talked about random topics—her family, her sister, and what age she wanted to get married. Just filler conversation.
I dropped her off at her dorm and ended with:
Me: “I’ll see you after break.”
Her: “Yeah, stay in touch with me.”
I kissed her goodbye and felt good about the night.
Even though the sex was mediocre, everything seemed fine. She was still compliant on the way out. I’m usually good at reading signals too.
The Aftermath
About 45 minutes later, I texted her.
Four hours passed, and I still didn’t see a “delivered” notification.
That suggested I was blocked.
Meanwhile, Instagram showed she was active 5 minutes ago so it’s not like her phone was off.
All my other texts were going through fine even to other people
Now, I have two possible theories about why this happened, but I want to hear what you guys think first.
I still have her instagram (we follow each other) so maybe I could do something and text her over that… but I dont wanna give stalker vibes.
Really sad cuz I liked this girl a lot too. Damn.
(Formatted this LR with chatgpt so if anything looks weird thats why)
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