- Joined
- Jan 26, 2013
- Messages
- 707
Hello friends,
I'm writing this using my phone while laying down on a girl's sofa more frustrated than anything you can imagine as she sleeps in her bed, so forgive the probable lack of structure and typos.
Every time I feel I'm making considerable strides in understanding the female psych, a girl comes and frustrates the fuck out of me. Life was so much simpler when I just had to "assume attraction" and stop when I felt she was going to freak out. But trying to become a "genuine man" I've been trying to really "understand girls" (or so I think); but I'm only left with questions and confused thoughts to chew on my own.
I start to question even my own thoughts and nothing makes sense anymore.
Litte backstory on how I ended up here
Back in March I met Nails through a very good female friend (Friend). They're besties, and Nails came to my city to visit Friend. I clicked super fast with Nails after a night out and we fucked a lot in the days she was around. It was obvious she liked me, and I quite liked her too for the period we were together (I'd never have her as a long-term gf). She was very sad when she left.
I mention that I was a little bit worried though, because I didn't want her to get too attached -- we would probably never going to see each other again and it was good while it lasted. Friend tells me she was kinda dating a guy back home so that puts me a little bit at ease knowing she probably will get over it faster.
Except we did.
Months later, I was traveling around and Friend suggested that I stop by her hometown to visit her and Nails (in another country). I text Nails and ask if I can stay over the weekend at her place, and she seems excited and says that I can. She would be alone so it wouldn't be a problem. Friend comments that it'd be weird if we bumped into the guy Nails was dating, so I knew she was dating someone but wasn't very concerned with that.
I arrive there, we go out to dinner with Friend, and Nails is sending me mixed signals; I start to wonder if I should try something, until Nails leaves to the bathroom and Friend tells me that she "can really tell Nails is so happy that you're here!" That put me at ease a little bit.
We drop Friend at her place and start walking to Nails' place.
The downhill
We get to her place, she asks where do I want to sleep, I say her bed is big enough for the both of us. She says OK and we lay down. She eventually turns to the other side so I hug her and start kissing her neck and she says "it's strange..." I ask what's strange, she says that she's kinda into a "thing" with this guy and here she was, with another man in her bed kissing her neck.
She tells me she knew I came there with other expectations and she didn't know what to think. She won't kiss or touch me, but she's very receptive to my touching telling me how much she likes when I touch her.
Ultimately what follows is a dance without much direction; she is showing how she'd like to be fucked (letting me kiss her neck and caress her tits the whole time this), but can't because she'd feel bad about the guy as he said he'd wait for her to be ready to be in a relationship (Jesus fucking Christ). Questions change but I know the issue is she's torn between what she wants to do (fuck me) and she felt was "right" (not fuck me).
Eventually I give up (to be honest, I thought playing cool would make her initiate something... didn't work), turn to my side of the bed and she jumps and hugs me and we sleep like that.
The couch (today)
Things are a little bit weird, but she's a very nice a courteous girl (top 3 in my life) and I can tell she's fighting against it a little bit. We were supposed to go to this concert of a friend of her date tonight because they've been planing that way before I went there.
The guy and his friends join us hours earlier than I'd like, and everyone speaking in their language. Friend and Nails only turn to speak English with me from time to time. I feel a little bit excluded and I'm annoyed, so I go far away from them to a lounge area to be by myself. Friend later join me and I ask how Nails feels, Friend tells me it'd be better if I slept on the couch. We stay there until the concert ends. But yeah I looked like a little bitch.
When we go home and Nails asks if it'd be okay if I slept on the couch, and here I am.
EDIT - Last day with her and my mindfuck
So spent my last there with Nails because Friend had stuff to do, and we had time to talk about what happened. Nails told me she was so anxious before I came because she didn't know what she'd do and what would happened, but she'd never ask me to sleep elsewhere after agreeing with it. Also I had to postpone the trip a few times and she told me some things changed since then.
We were talking about her whole situation and how it didn't make sense for her to be in a serious relationship because she would probably have to leave the city by the end of the year. She tells sometimes you can't chose when to fall in love [actually, you can] and you don't have a checklist of things you'd like to have when you fall in love [actually, you do] and sometimes you have to make sacrifices because you have a shared life [if you chose well, only to an extent].
She told that she was proud of herself for having resisted fucking me that night. Not against me, but because that probably means she really likes her date. This is most-likely backwards rationalization and was probably due to my complete inaptness to deal with LMR, and at this point I realized everything I believed made no sense...
Are my beliefs just a result of me wanting so bad to get better, or my soul believes deep down that I would have done a favor to this girl by showing how miserable her situation might be in the future? I wonder if my actions are just egoistic because I wanted to fuck her or if they are genuine.
Too many things I don't understand.
I'm writing this using my phone while laying down on a girl's sofa more frustrated than anything you can imagine as she sleeps in her bed, so forgive the probable lack of structure and typos.
Every time I feel I'm making considerable strides in understanding the female psych, a girl comes and frustrates the fuck out of me. Life was so much simpler when I just had to "assume attraction" and stop when I felt she was going to freak out. But trying to become a "genuine man" I've been trying to really "understand girls" (or so I think); but I'm only left with questions and confused thoughts to chew on my own.
I start to question even my own thoughts and nothing makes sense anymore.
Litte backstory on how I ended up here
Back in March I met Nails through a very good female friend (Friend). They're besties, and Nails came to my city to visit Friend. I clicked super fast with Nails after a night out and we fucked a lot in the days she was around. It was obvious she liked me, and I quite liked her too for the period we were together (I'd never have her as a long-term gf). She was very sad when she left.
- After she left, Friend told me Nails liked me very much. Nails said I "was great in bed, understood women, was very mature even though I was young (I'm on my early 20s and she's on her late 20s)." I felt so great. All the deep diving, relating, framing... all of it was falling into place now. It seemed all this "game" thing was starting to make sense and I could really provide really good emotions to girls and could even outgame guys way older than me.
I mention that I was a little bit worried though, because I didn't want her to get too attached -- we would probably never going to see each other again and it was good while it lasted. Friend tells me she was kinda dating a guy back home so that puts me a little bit at ease knowing she probably will get over it faster.
Except we did.
Months later, I was traveling around and Friend suggested that I stop by her hometown to visit her and Nails (in another country). I text Nails and ask if I can stay over the weekend at her place, and she seems excited and says that I can. She would be alone so it wouldn't be a problem. Friend comments that it'd be weird if we bumped into the guy Nails was dating, so I knew she was dating someone but wasn't very concerned with that.
I arrive there, we go out to dinner with Friend, and Nails is sending me mixed signals; I start to wonder if I should try something, until Nails leaves to the bathroom and Friend tells me that she "can really tell Nails is so happy that you're here!" That put me at ease a little bit.
We drop Friend at her place and start walking to Nails' place.
The downhill
We get to her place, she asks where do I want to sleep, I say her bed is big enough for the both of us. She says OK and we lay down. She eventually turns to the other side so I hug her and start kissing her neck and she says "it's strange..." I ask what's strange, she says that she's kinda into a "thing" with this guy and here she was, with another man in her bed kissing her neck.
She tells me she knew I came there with other expectations and she didn't know what to think. She won't kiss or touch me, but she's very receptive to my touching telling me how much she likes when I touch her.
Ultimately what follows is a dance without much direction; she is showing how she'd like to be fucked (letting me kiss her neck and caress her tits the whole time this), but can't because she'd feel bad about the guy as he said he'd wait for her to be ready to be in a relationship (Jesus fucking Christ). Questions change but I know the issue is she's torn between what she wants to do (fuck me) and she felt was "right" (not fuck me).
Eventually I give up (to be honest, I thought playing cool would make her initiate something... didn't work), turn to my side of the bed and she jumps and hugs me and we sleep like that.
The couch (today)
Things are a little bit weird, but she's a very nice a courteous girl (top 3 in my life) and I can tell she's fighting against it a little bit. We were supposed to go to this concert of a friend of her date tonight because they've been planing that way before I went there.
The guy and his friends join us hours earlier than I'd like, and everyone speaking in their language. Friend and Nails only turn to speak English with me from time to time. I feel a little bit excluded and I'm annoyed, so I go far away from them to a lounge area to be by myself. Friend later join me and I ask how Nails feels, Friend tells me it'd be better if I slept on the couch. We stay there until the concert ends. But yeah I looked like a little bitch.
When we go home and Nails asks if it'd be okay if I slept on the couch, and here I am.
EDIT - Last day with her and my mindfuck
So spent my last there with Nails because Friend had stuff to do, and we had time to talk about what happened. Nails told me she was so anxious before I came because she didn't know what she'd do and what would happened, but she'd never ask me to sleep elsewhere after agreeing with it. Also I had to postpone the trip a few times and she told me some things changed since then.
We were talking about her whole situation and how it didn't make sense for her to be in a serious relationship because she would probably have to leave the city by the end of the year. She tells sometimes you can't chose when to fall in love [actually, you can] and you don't have a checklist of things you'd like to have when you fall in love [actually, you do] and sometimes you have to make sacrifices because you have a shared life [if you chose well, only to an extent].
She told that she was proud of herself for having resisted fucking me that night. Not against me, but because that probably means she really likes her date. This is most-likely backwards rationalization and was probably due to my complete inaptness to deal with LMR, and at this point I realized everything I believed made no sense...
- I've been feeling a disconnect lately while talking to girls, even friends. Years ago, I used to believe that love was unpredictable and you had to hold onto it no matter what when it happened. Then I found GC and realized that hey, I have options, this doesn't make any sense. But girls don't see the world like that. They don't approach and their role is not active. So love for them is like it was for me back then even if it's a sub-par mate.
So my original belief that I swept this incredible girl off her feet and made passionate sex to her only because I was a better man was shattered. I couldn't replicate it. Was it luck the first time? Does it mean that I can only hope to find girls that for one reason or another are DTF? Am I really able to bring her positive emotions and give her a love of passionate sex at will or only in very specific conditions?
Are my beliefs just a result of me wanting so bad to get better, or my soul believes deep down that I would have done a favor to this girl by showing how miserable her situation might be in the future? I wonder if my actions are just egoistic because I wanted to fuck her or if they are genuine.
Too many things I don't understand.