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This happened a couple months ago, but I had three bizarre dates in four days that I feel compelled to post up. Not sure what lessons are in there, as I'm leaving out a lot of details, but if anyone has suggestions or advice, it'd be much appreciated. All came from online.
1st: Second date with this adorable blonde with a Topanga Canyon vibe — flower-patterned top, high-waisted jeans, hair with a little bedazzled braid flowing down each side of her face. So cute.
First date seemed to go well, though logistics sucked. I ran the Cube (It hooks 90 percent of the time, rapidly creating a sense of intimacy that women crave and yet rarely find), dove deep into her life, dreams, ambitions, etc. We kissed tenderly, I told her she was adorable. She said I was very handsome in turn.
Second date: Lunch near her, just a quick get-together as I had business in the city and wanted company for a lunch stop. Date went fine - explored and expanded commonalities, some light touching, lots of sexy eye contact. I was figuring out how to get her back to my place for Date 3 where I'd close the deal - the hour-drive between us was a complicating factor, but she was so cute I was going to make it happen. Then she mentioned the place she was staying had Kama Sutra wallpaper. "What's your favorite position?" I asked. Uncomfortable silence. I got the conversation back on track and after lunch we wandered around the upscale shopping area before I left. I gave her a good squeeze on the way out, my hand brushed against the top of her butt, in the sacrum area, incidentally (she's much shorter than me) so I went in for a second hug, to let her know it was an accident.
Later I texted to say I'd had fun (did not make plans for Date Three, something did feel a little off). It took her hours to reply, then a wall of text. Short version: "I'm not feeling any chemistry, plus you groped my ass, and the Kama Sutra remark was totally inappropriate." Wow, major miscalibrations on my part. I replied back that it was hardly a grope, and she brought up the Kama Sutra wallpaper.
2nd: Feisty Latina with an awesome figure. Very sexy accent. I enjoyed talking with her on Facetime the week prior, because I didn't have to say much, if anything. I really hate talking about myself to strangers. So a chatty little cutie is perfect for me. Plus I'm an excellent listener. Lots of sexy, intimate talk. I felt like it was a done deal - logistics were great. She had a fancy home nearby (she worked in a lucrative field). Was really looking forward to meeting her, felt confident I'd close the deal soon after.
I got there five minutes early to post up to my advantage - side by side in a booth. The appointed time came and went - I was getting increasingly frustrated with every tick of the clock. The waitress ignored me studiously, people who came after me got served first, etc. Latina cutie texted that she was on her way, please wait. I did, for half an hour. Since I hadn't been served, I stalked out, telling the hostess about the lack of service, in a kind, helpful way - I know how hard the work is, and wanted to be helpful, not an angry, put-upon entitled asshole. As I was walking away, I heard the Latina shouting after me in the distance, but I kept walking. She sent text after text - excuses, excuses, then imploring me to let my ego go (??) and "come back please, I will give you a big sweet kiss!" No thank you. I told her "If I waited that long for someone, I'd feel shitty about myself ... it would set a bad precedent that I would tolerate that kind of treatment." She still pings me occasionally.
3rd: Weirdest of all. An almost comically sexy half-Pinay honey. Curvy and swervy, beautiful face, high cheekbones, plump lips, sweet voice. She quickly moved, unprompted, from the chair across from me, to sit beside me, where we locked eyes until the waiter was uncomfortable about approaching. It was on. We had barely exchanged three sentences apiece. She was saying something, I placed my index fingers on her juicy upper lip and leaned in for the kiss. Oh yes, my loins were a'stirring. We did a little push-pull dance with the kissing. Goddamn girls are so much fun!
Then, unprompted, she said, "What do you think about Biden?" Uh oh. I'm not very political, but the signs were literally there that she was. I could see her truck in the parking lot - emblazoned with Trump stickers. I made some noncommittal comment and went in for another kiss. She pushed me away with both hands. "We are losing our country and you're making jokes?" I could not for the life of me think of a way to jack the thread back in a positive direction. She moved back to sitting across from me, and we ate in mostly silence. I walked her out, but she practically ran into her truck to avoid a hug or anything. I hate how divisive this country has become - it cost me hot sex with a beautiful girl! The way her energy was roused, I felt like even if I started ranting about the Biden crime family, or how awesome Trump was, that the whole vibe was lost.
Anyway, if you want to learn more about me and my situation, I started a journal about a sad and perplexing case of obsession with a girl I only slept with once. Limerance. It's a real mental disorder! Part of my self-care routine is to post up my experiences recovering from it.
1st: Second date with this adorable blonde with a Topanga Canyon vibe — flower-patterned top, high-waisted jeans, hair with a little bedazzled braid flowing down each side of her face. So cute.
First date seemed to go well, though logistics sucked. I ran the Cube (It hooks 90 percent of the time, rapidly creating a sense of intimacy that women crave and yet rarely find), dove deep into her life, dreams, ambitions, etc. We kissed tenderly, I told her she was adorable. She said I was very handsome in turn.
Second date: Lunch near her, just a quick get-together as I had business in the city and wanted company for a lunch stop. Date went fine - explored and expanded commonalities, some light touching, lots of sexy eye contact. I was figuring out how to get her back to my place for Date 3 where I'd close the deal - the hour-drive between us was a complicating factor, but she was so cute I was going to make it happen. Then she mentioned the place she was staying had Kama Sutra wallpaper. "What's your favorite position?" I asked. Uncomfortable silence. I got the conversation back on track and after lunch we wandered around the upscale shopping area before I left. I gave her a good squeeze on the way out, my hand brushed against the top of her butt, in the sacrum area, incidentally (she's much shorter than me) so I went in for a second hug, to let her know it was an accident.
Later I texted to say I'd had fun (did not make plans for Date Three, something did feel a little off). It took her hours to reply, then a wall of text. Short version: "I'm not feeling any chemistry, plus you groped my ass, and the Kama Sutra remark was totally inappropriate." Wow, major miscalibrations on my part. I replied back that it was hardly a grope, and she brought up the Kama Sutra wallpaper.
2nd: Feisty Latina with an awesome figure. Very sexy accent. I enjoyed talking with her on Facetime the week prior, because I didn't have to say much, if anything. I really hate talking about myself to strangers. So a chatty little cutie is perfect for me. Plus I'm an excellent listener. Lots of sexy, intimate talk. I felt like it was a done deal - logistics were great. She had a fancy home nearby (she worked in a lucrative field). Was really looking forward to meeting her, felt confident I'd close the deal soon after.
I got there five minutes early to post up to my advantage - side by side in a booth. The appointed time came and went - I was getting increasingly frustrated with every tick of the clock. The waitress ignored me studiously, people who came after me got served first, etc. Latina cutie texted that she was on her way, please wait. I did, for half an hour. Since I hadn't been served, I stalked out, telling the hostess about the lack of service, in a kind, helpful way - I know how hard the work is, and wanted to be helpful, not an angry, put-upon entitled asshole. As I was walking away, I heard the Latina shouting after me in the distance, but I kept walking. She sent text after text - excuses, excuses, then imploring me to let my ego go (??) and "come back please, I will give you a big sweet kiss!" No thank you. I told her "If I waited that long for someone, I'd feel shitty about myself ... it would set a bad precedent that I would tolerate that kind of treatment." She still pings me occasionally.
3rd: Weirdest of all. An almost comically sexy half-Pinay honey. Curvy and swervy, beautiful face, high cheekbones, plump lips, sweet voice. She quickly moved, unprompted, from the chair across from me, to sit beside me, where we locked eyes until the waiter was uncomfortable about approaching. It was on. We had barely exchanged three sentences apiece. She was saying something, I placed my index fingers on her juicy upper lip and leaned in for the kiss. Oh yes, my loins were a'stirring. We did a little push-pull dance with the kissing. Goddamn girls are so much fun!
Then, unprompted, she said, "What do you think about Biden?" Uh oh. I'm not very political, but the signs were literally there that she was. I could see her truck in the parking lot - emblazoned with Trump stickers. I made some noncommittal comment and went in for another kiss. She pushed me away with both hands. "We are losing our country and you're making jokes?" I could not for the life of me think of a way to jack the thread back in a positive direction. She moved back to sitting across from me, and we ate in mostly silence. I walked her out, but she practically ran into her truck to avoid a hug or anything. I hate how divisive this country has become - it cost me hot sex with a beautiful girl! The way her energy was roused, I felt like even if I started ranting about the Biden crime family, or how awesome Trump was, that the whole vibe was lost.
Anyway, if you want to learn more about me and my situation, I started a journal about a sad and perplexing case of obsession with a girl I only slept with once. Limerance. It's a real mental disorder! Part of my self-care routine is to post up my experiences recovering from it.
