Hey fellas,
This is my 2nd ever successful pull, and also the 2nd girl I managed to kiss through day game. I feel like I'm becoming much more comfortable with my sexuality, which is a huge breakthrough for me. I'll jump right into it.
Last week I approached an older looking lady, kinda edgy and cute - my type of gal. She is a very down to earth, quirky and giggly lady. I think she's about in her late twenties or early thirties. I managed to maintain a pretty strong frame and built attraction fast - I asked her out for coffee.
I'm standing at the train station and I hear someone calling "Jeff" behind me. I turn around and it's Sara. I give her a short hug and mention grabbing drinks at a nearby bar, she complies. We cross the road. She walks really fast, and continues to walk even when the pedestrian lights turn red. A car nearly runs her over. She seems visibly nervous. "Whoops, we were too slow." she says. We cross to the other side, and she rushes ahead Olympian-paced.
At first the vibe is a little tense, but we warm up to each other after 5 minutes or so. I finish the story about the male worker having a crush on me - pre-selection.
I spoke minimally about myself. She asked about my age 15 minutes into sitting down.
Throughout the dive, I touch her a lot. I begin with her arms, then to her opposite shoulder, her thighs, the small of her back. I reveal very little about me and about an hour or so after sitting down:
Eventually we arrive at her part of town. I tell her that I can't remember where the really cool bar is, so we decide to go to another one. We small talk along the way about Miley Cyrus.
We grab our drinks and sit down in a quiet area and she applies chapstick to her lips. I know that I need to move the interaction forward. The music is soft in the background. Eventually an upbeat song comes on and we stand up and dance (we dance ironically, and kinda make a fool out of ourselves since it was the music is so quiet and no one else is dancing). I spin her around a few times and we bust out some moves. We sit down again. At this point I'm fairly tipsy, and I think to myself: So I tried to pull her and she rejected me. I don't think that pulling again would work, but I need to push the interaction further. Maybe I should kiss her. Eventually, we begin talking again and I pull her in a little closer. I inch in closer as well. As soon as I do so, her eyes dart toward my lips - no triangle-gazing... just my lips. I continue to look her in the eyes.
We leave the venue and we walk for about 20 minutes to her place. We hold hands, fingers interlocking. It felt kinda lovey-dovey as we spoke about pretty deep stuff. She was talking most of the time and the vibe was comfortable and familiar - more so romantic than exciting. Before I know it, we're at her apartment... it feels surreal. Sara's room-mate joins us in her room, and we are introduced. They give me a tour around the house. Next thing I know, we're listening to Myley Cyrus and smoking weed. For the next 30 minutes, I'm just waiting for her room-mate to leave Sara's room... but she doesn't. Throughout this time, I am pretty drunk and blazed out of my mind. I stroke Sara's shoulders, arm, thigh... but something feels different. She's no longer leaning into me, and I feel as if I'm chasing her. I lean back to give her room to chase me, but it doesn't happen - she's deep in conversation with her room-mate. At some point the room-mate says she'll be right back, and I begin to kiss Sara. I rub all around her body, but as soon as I reach her chest, she pulls back. Her room-mate joins us yet again. At this point I zone out completely and next thing I know is that the room-mate is off to bed. I wave her a goodnight. Sara and I begin to make out again, both blazed out of our minds. She mentions:
I still can't figure out why she gave me resistance to sex. These are my possible theories:
1. Her room-mate stayed with us for about an hour - and energy may have died.
2. When I took off my shoes, my socks stunk a little.
3. She told me she recently had a break-up with a long-term boyfriend. She mentioned being depressed. She also had a tattoo on her arm to remind her to be happy.
4. I'm too young. I'm 20 and she's around 30. I probably look around 19. At some point during the night she said I looked young. Later she said I was young.
5. I got too high and probably wasn't as smooth as I thought.
6. She got too high and was paranoid.
7. I acted too much like a boyfriend instead of a lover.
8. I wasn't manly enough - she did say that I was feminine.
Anyway, I'm definitely curious as to what you guys think is the reason for the LMR. As always, thanks for reading... this has been a long one. Feel free to leave any thoughts or advice you might have on this FR.
- Jeff
This is my 2nd ever successful pull, and also the 2nd girl I managed to kiss through day game. I feel like I'm becoming much more comfortable with my sexuality, which is a huge breakthrough for me. I'll jump right into it.
Last week I approached an older looking lady, kinda edgy and cute - my type of gal. She is a very down to earth, quirky and giggly lady. I think she's about in her late twenties or early thirties. I managed to maintain a pretty strong frame and built attraction fast - I asked her out for coffee.
Thursday evening.Me: Glad to have bumped into you, Sara
Her: Nice to meet you Jeff ox
Me: Hey Sara! Thinking we ought to get together for coffee sometime next week. How's the sched looking? x"
Her: Hey Jeff, I'm pretty busy at the moment with dance cause I have a comp coming up in a couple of weeks. Maybe Saturday?
Plus I work Mon-Fri.
Me: Saturday might be tough... schedule's looking pretty nuts. Thinking that after work during the week would be easiest - how's Tues/Thurs evening? "
Her: Yeah Thursday might work..I'll have to get back to you ox
[3 days radio silence]
Me: Hey Sara, hope your week has been killer! On coffee, I'm thinking Thursday after 6pm ought to be perfect - work for you?"
Her: Hey my week has been busy as per usual. Yeah Thursday sounds good. I finish work at 530..Do you want to meet in the city?"
Me: Sounds perfect - what say we meet a Flinders St station at 6.30?
Her: Sounds good
Me: Awesome - I'll see ya then!
I'm standing at the train station and I hear someone calling "Jeff" behind me. I turn around and it's Sara. I give her a short hug and mention grabbing drinks at a nearby bar, she complies. We cross the road. She walks really fast, and continues to walk even when the pedestrian lights turn red. A car nearly runs her over. She seems visibly nervous. "Whoops, we were too slow." she says. We cross to the other side, and she rushes ahead Olympian-paced.
Turns out that she got the jacket from the same place where one of the male workers who worked there had a big crush on me. I tell the story, but it doesn't feel like we're connecting because we're walking at the same time. I tell her I'd finish the story when seated. We grab our drinks and we head upstairs to a relatively secluded area. She sits on the same couch as me.
At first the vibe is a little tense, but we warm up to each other after 5 minutes or so. I finish the story about the male worker having a crush on me - pre-selection.
I proceed to deep dive her about her job, passions, dreams, travelling, etc for about an hour. I think I did pretty well, I managed to dive pretty deep, but also broke some of the heavy tension by making jokes and keeping the vibe relaxed.
I spoke minimally about myself. She asked about my age 15 minutes into sitting down.
We change conversation threads quickly.
Throughout the dive, I touch her a lot. I begin with her arms, then to her opposite shoulder, her thighs, the small of her back. I reveal very little about me and about an hour or so after sitting down:
This happened twice throughout the conversation, and also she tried to guess my birthday. I dodge her questions and joke that it's fun to keep the intrigue. I eventually find out where she lives; about a 20 minute tram ride from the city.
At some point during the deep dive, she mentions that she doesn't even know who she is fully. She seems a little lost and without direction. She mentions being a depressed after breaking up with her boyfriend. At that point, I cut off the boyfriend thread and stop with the cold reads. Around two or three times throughout the conversation, I say, "you're an interesting gal." I qualify her a bit too - she mentions being lively, adventurous and creative. I tell her I like girls like that.
At some point, music naturally comes up in the conversation. At this point we are pretty comfortable with touching each other. Her body language is open and there is no resistance when touching her. One or two times I hold her hand, gently.
At this point I know that I need to move her.
We then take a 20 minute walk along the river to the tram stop. At this point I let down my walls a little bit - I tell her more about me. I put my arms around her shoulders and at some point, I stop her completely. I move close to her, grab her hands and look her dead in the eye whilst continuing the conversation to make sure the sexual tension doesn't dissipate. Eventually we take a tram back to her part of town. On the tram, I can sense the energy dying, so I try to keep the conversation upbeat and exciting. Pregnant pauses and piercing eye contact seem to work.
Eventually we arrive at her part of town. I tell her that I can't remember where the really cool bar is, so we decide to go to another one. We small talk along the way about Miley Cyrus.
She seemed uncomfortable about taking me back so I stopped pushing.
We grab our drinks and sit down in a quiet area and she applies chapstick to her lips. I know that I need to move the interaction forward. The music is soft in the background. Eventually an upbeat song comes on and we stand up and dance (we dance ironically, and kinda make a fool out of ourselves since it was the music is so quiet and no one else is dancing). I spin her around a few times and we bust out some moves. We sit down again. At this point I'm fairly tipsy, and I think to myself: So I tried to pull her and she rejected me. I don't think that pulling again would work, but I need to push the interaction further. Maybe I should kiss her. Eventually, we begin talking again and I pull her in a little closer. I inch in closer as well. As soon as I do so, her eyes dart toward my lips - no triangle-gazing... just my lips. I continue to look her in the eyes.
I grab her chin and pull her into me for a kiss. I pull back first. She continues the conversation as if nothing happened. We continue to make out a little more, but when I pull her in again for the kiss, she resists slightly.
She then tells me that she initially thought that I might've been gay. I ask her why she thinks that and she says that I just seem feminine and neat. I've had girls call me this before - possibly due to my polished style along side a petite 5'5, 125 pound frame. I laugh her comment off. Multiple times she tells me that I'm so sweet. I tell her that I think she's absolutely adorable. Not sure whether that was a good thing. We continue talking, but her eye contact is not as strong as I like.
Eventually we decide to have a staring contest for a few seconds before I pull her in for another kiss. Afterwards:
We chug the rest of our drinks, locking our arms together as we drink.
We leave the venue and we walk for about 20 minutes to her place. We hold hands, fingers interlocking. It felt kinda lovey-dovey as we spoke about pretty deep stuff. She was talking most of the time and the vibe was comfortable and familiar - more so romantic than exciting. Before I know it, we're at her apartment... it feels surreal. Sara's room-mate joins us in her room, and we are introduced. They give me a tour around the house. Next thing I know, we're listening to Myley Cyrus and smoking weed. For the next 30 minutes, I'm just waiting for her room-mate to leave Sara's room... but she doesn't. Throughout this time, I am pretty drunk and blazed out of my mind. I stroke Sara's shoulders, arm, thigh... but something feels different. She's no longer leaning into me, and I feel as if I'm chasing her. I lean back to give her room to chase me, but it doesn't happen - she's deep in conversation with her room-mate. At some point the room-mate says she'll be right back, and I begin to kiss Sara. I rub all around her body, but as soon as I reach her chest, she pulls back. Her room-mate joins us yet again. At this point I zone out completely and next thing I know is that the room-mate is off to bed. I wave her a goodnight. Sara and I begin to make out again, both blazed out of our minds. She mentions:
I get a strong feeling that she wants me to leave. She walks me out. At the gate, we hug and make out a bit more.
I try to handle the same objection again, but no dice. She told me she wasn't looking for anything serious (I think my vibe would've been leaning too much towards boyfriend instead of lover). I said that I wasn't either.
I kiss her goodbye and walk off into the night drunk, high and a little disappointed, but also happy. I felt like, my fundamentals were good, as well as my chase framing, and logistics handling.
I still can't figure out why she gave me resistance to sex. These are my possible theories:
1. Her room-mate stayed with us for about an hour - and energy may have died.
2. When I took off my shoes, my socks stunk a little.
3. She told me she recently had a break-up with a long-term boyfriend. She mentioned being depressed. She also had a tattoo on her arm to remind her to be happy.
4. I'm too young. I'm 20 and she's around 30. I probably look around 19. At some point during the night she said I looked young. Later she said I was young.
5. I got too high and probably wasn't as smooth as I thought.
6. She got too high and was paranoid.
7. I acted too much like a boyfriend instead of a lover.
8. I wasn't manly enough - she did say that I was feminine.
Anyway, I'm definitely curious as to what you guys think is the reason for the LMR. As always, thanks for reading... this has been a long one. Feel free to leave any thoughts or advice you might have on this FR.
- Jeff
