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Today I had my second date from daytime cold approach since starting out some weeks ago. This is the first one who was on my couch! This was a girl I called Shaman in my journal, you can read about the approach here.
After the initial interaction I sent her the keep-it-warm. There was an exchange of a couple of lines.
Two days later I reopened and asked her how she is doing. She was sick, coughing and sneezing. I said something nice. She has a texting style that I have come to associate with people around 20 yo. Brief, to the point, no punctuation.
Four days later I reopened, asked her about her plants (something we talked about earlier). Banter about plants. She was still sick, so I didn’t try for anything more.
Two days later I reopened. I thought, she has been positive over text, but this is taking a bit long. About a week since I approached her. I had never referred to her as Shaman to her, just in my journal here (it’s based on some stuff we talked about when I approached her). I sent her, “Good morning Shaman”. I thought, either she will love it or hate it. She loved it.
I did a semi-hard close. I proposed a walk to a lookout spot near my place. There was a chance of rain, but I still judged this to be the best course of action. She doesn’t drink and doesn’t seem like she’d enjoy sitting inside somewhere. She just responded ok. I told her where and when, she just said yes to everything. Cool, I thought.
In the evening, it was raining on and off. One hour before our meeting time she messaged me saying, what are we going to do now that it rains. I said, I can pick you up, and of course drive you home, if that’s ok for you, and I’ll bring two umbrellas (wanted to very careful with keeping her comfortable). One word positive response.
I pick her up. Good vibes. She is cuter and hotter than I remembered. I am confident and pretty calm.
“How old are you?” She asks in the car.
“Well, I ‘m clearly older than you. But how old are you?” I don’t remember where I stole this from.
“I asked you first!” Playfully
“I’m 38” I say. She laughs. “What would you have guessed?” I continue.
“Younger, like 35 or something.”
“Well that’s pretty close. I think you aaaare… 20 or 21.”
“I’m 20”
“Ok. I like to hang out with people of all ages. In Latin America everyone hangs out at the town square. There’s really old men, young people with small kids, everything in between. I think that’s really cool.”
We go to the lookout place. We see the main two spots She doesn’t like cities, she says this way of life cannot continue for long. She doesn’t talk much. I talk a lot. Of course I ask her questions and try to dive a bit on her answers. But I have to run the million dollar mouthpiece. She follows me around without complaint.
I tell her, let’s climb down there, and point to lower shelves on the rocky slope. I must help her often by holding her hand. What a coincidence
Twice she slips and I sort of catch her. She’s ok with that, but withdraws her hand and very soon when gaining her foothold. She doesn’t engage in the role play I would expect of an interested woman: playing along with just a little bit of excessive hand-holding under the guise of “helping her”.
I ask her how she’s feeling, she seems a bit quiet. She giggles and opens up a bit more. She doesn’t believe space is like we’re told. She doesn’t think we’ve been to the moon. I keep asking her about this, since this is one of the few more personal things she’s said.
I tell her I feel like everything has a spirit. Looking at that tree, I feel like I’m looking at somebody. She agrees, but she doesn’t smile or get excited. Most of the time she looks very neutral or serious. I wonder in my mind, what’s going on? I stay confident and keep talking about stuff, asking her questions, trying to dive.
She’s been entirely compliant to coming out and moving around the area, so I ask if she wants to go to my place to see my art videos. She says yes. I don’t get very excited, because I think there is some concern on her mind. What is happening?
We get to my place. I show her the berry bushes and my outside gym. She finds the gym funny. She doesn’t want to taste the berries, because she’s doing a three day fast. Some guy on TikTok said it’s good to fast. She’s wearing loose hippy pants that occasionally wrap around her ass, which looks very good. Her face is exquisitely beautiful and she looks young. I very much desire her. When I write this, the pain of failure hurts me.
We go to my apartment. She’s not nervous, she just sits down on the couch. She loves my lava lamp, shows me photos of hers. I show her some gardening books. I stroke her back a little. She doesn’t seem to mind. Not super smooth, but in my experience, you don’t have to do anything complicated once you get this far. The symbolic meaning of stroking her back makes things clear.
She still doesn’t talk much. I show her my art videos (of which there are two, both about 5 min long). During the second one I move closer. I put my arm around her and touch her thigh, which is long and sexy. She says something about the video. She seems to be perfectly fine with the touching.
The video ends. Within a minute I try to kiss her. She turns her head away.
“I don’t want to”, she says.
“Ok… like now, or ever?”
“I don’t know”
She tells me she has a problem with men. She says that in her short life, she’s had several bad experiences. I say ok and ask her a little bit about it. She tells me it can never just be nice. Even when it seems nice, men always have some evil agenda. There’s always something ELSE, she says. There is more weight now behind her words than at any point this evening.
I say, but you came here with me. I’m sure you knew I was going to want to kiss you? She says she doesn’t know, she just came along.
She asks about a stuffed owl I have. Good, I thought, it’s not over.
There’s a moment of silence. I should talk more how she feels about being here with me, I think. But before I have time to say anything, she suddenly gets her shirt from couch and says she will go now. I ask her if she wants me to take her home. No, she can walk.
I say ok and don’t get up. She leaves.
*
It stung a little bit of course. After she said she had some bad experiences, I questioned her, but not very intently. If I had just grabbed harder onto that topic, and interrogated her, could I have talked her into staying? I moved very slowly when asking her about it.
I think she is a very gullible person. She became entranced with my approach very quickly. She came out so easily and followed me around so easily. I can see that it would be easy for men to treat her badly.
I think she’s a fun person (when she talks) and very sexy, so part of me wants to figure out a way to continue this. But considering how abruptly she left, and considering our shared history is about 2 hours of face-to-face time and maybe 15 messages, I don’t think this is possible. Maybe send her a message tomorrow asking if everything is ok and try to get some sort of conversation going? Or not?
After the initial interaction I sent her the keep-it-warm. There was an exchange of a couple of lines.
Two days later I reopened and asked her how she is doing. She was sick, coughing and sneezing. I said something nice. She has a texting style that I have come to associate with people around 20 yo. Brief, to the point, no punctuation.
Four days later I reopened, asked her about her plants (something we talked about earlier). Banter about plants. She was still sick, so I didn’t try for anything more.
Two days later I reopened. I thought, she has been positive over text, but this is taking a bit long. About a week since I approached her. I had never referred to her as Shaman to her, just in my journal here (it’s based on some stuff we talked about when I approached her). I sent her, “Good morning Shaman”. I thought, either she will love it or hate it. She loved it.
I did a semi-hard close. I proposed a walk to a lookout spot near my place. There was a chance of rain, but I still judged this to be the best course of action. She doesn’t drink and doesn’t seem like she’d enjoy sitting inside somewhere. She just responded ok. I told her where and when, she just said yes to everything. Cool, I thought.
In the evening, it was raining on and off. One hour before our meeting time she messaged me saying, what are we going to do now that it rains. I said, I can pick you up, and of course drive you home, if that’s ok for you, and I’ll bring two umbrellas (wanted to very careful with keeping her comfortable). One word positive response.
I pick her up. Good vibes. She is cuter and hotter than I remembered. I am confident and pretty calm.
“How old are you?” She asks in the car.
“Well, I ‘m clearly older than you. But how old are you?” I don’t remember where I stole this from.
“I asked you first!” Playfully
“I’m 38” I say. She laughs. “What would you have guessed?” I continue.
“Younger, like 35 or something.”
“Well that’s pretty close. I think you aaaare… 20 or 21.”
“I’m 20”
“Ok. I like to hang out with people of all ages. In Latin America everyone hangs out at the town square. There’s really old men, young people with small kids, everything in between. I think that’s really cool.”
We go to the lookout place. We see the main two spots She doesn’t like cities, she says this way of life cannot continue for long. She doesn’t talk much. I talk a lot. Of course I ask her questions and try to dive a bit on her answers. But I have to run the million dollar mouthpiece. She follows me around without complaint.
I tell her, let’s climb down there, and point to lower shelves on the rocky slope. I must help her often by holding her hand. What a coincidence
Twice she slips and I sort of catch her. She’s ok with that, but withdraws her hand and very soon when gaining her foothold. She doesn’t engage in the role play I would expect of an interested woman: playing along with just a little bit of excessive hand-holding under the guise of “helping her”.I ask her how she’s feeling, she seems a bit quiet. She giggles and opens up a bit more. She doesn’t believe space is like we’re told. She doesn’t think we’ve been to the moon. I keep asking her about this, since this is one of the few more personal things she’s said.
I tell her I feel like everything has a spirit. Looking at that tree, I feel like I’m looking at somebody. She agrees, but she doesn’t smile or get excited. Most of the time she looks very neutral or serious. I wonder in my mind, what’s going on? I stay confident and keep talking about stuff, asking her questions, trying to dive.
She’s been entirely compliant to coming out and moving around the area, so I ask if she wants to go to my place to see my art videos. She says yes. I don’t get very excited, because I think there is some concern on her mind. What is happening?
We get to my place. I show her the berry bushes and my outside gym. She finds the gym funny. She doesn’t want to taste the berries, because she’s doing a three day fast. Some guy on TikTok said it’s good to fast. She’s wearing loose hippy pants that occasionally wrap around her ass, which looks very good. Her face is exquisitely beautiful and she looks young. I very much desire her. When I write this, the pain of failure hurts me.
We go to my apartment. She’s not nervous, she just sits down on the couch. She loves my lava lamp, shows me photos of hers. I show her some gardening books. I stroke her back a little. She doesn’t seem to mind. Not super smooth, but in my experience, you don’t have to do anything complicated once you get this far. The symbolic meaning of stroking her back makes things clear.
She still doesn’t talk much. I show her my art videos (of which there are two, both about 5 min long). During the second one I move closer. I put my arm around her and touch her thigh, which is long and sexy. She says something about the video. She seems to be perfectly fine with the touching.
The video ends. Within a minute I try to kiss her. She turns her head away.
“I don’t want to”, she says.
“Ok… like now, or ever?”
“I don’t know”
She tells me she has a problem with men. She says that in her short life, she’s had several bad experiences. I say ok and ask her a little bit about it. She tells me it can never just be nice. Even when it seems nice, men always have some evil agenda. There’s always something ELSE, she says. There is more weight now behind her words than at any point this evening.
I say, but you came here with me. I’m sure you knew I was going to want to kiss you? She says she doesn’t know, she just came along.
She asks about a stuffed owl I have. Good, I thought, it’s not over.
There’s a moment of silence. I should talk more how she feels about being here with me, I think. But before I have time to say anything, she suddenly gets her shirt from couch and says she will go now. I ask her if she wants me to take her home. No, she can walk.
I say ok and don’t get up. She leaves.
*
It stung a little bit of course. After she said she had some bad experiences, I questioned her, but not very intently. If I had just grabbed harder onto that topic, and interrogated her, could I have talked her into staying? I moved very slowly when asking her about it.
I think she is a very gullible person. She became entranced with my approach very quickly. She came out so easily and followed me around so easily. I can see that it would be easy for men to treat her badly.
I think she’s a fun person (when she talks) and very sexy, so part of me wants to figure out a way to continue this. But considering how abruptly she left, and considering our shared history is about 2 hours of face-to-face time and maybe 15 messages, I don’t think this is possible. Maybe send her a message tomorrow asking if everything is ok and try to get some sort of conversation going? Or not?
