Ok…I am going out tonight so I’d better get this up, cause field reports stacking up is what made me write four in one day.
Was out tonight briefly but nothing to report. This was last night, and is the fourth night in a row in my series of field reports.
This was the night before:
https://boards.girlschase.com/viewtopic.php?f=5&t=14669
I’m using the same names, but you probably shouldn’t have to read it to keep up.
We start the night where my night will start pretty much every night. My favourite couch in my favourite pantry for pre-drinks. I am chilling with my mate from the first night (who has been gone with his FWB in the second and third nights). You’ll meet her later, she’s quite a stunner, I’m very proud of him
So I’m sitting on the couch chilling, as per usual. I have cider this time, but am getting some other guy to give me vodka cause compliance and investment. This is a tricky rope to walk, you don’t want to be a leech, but at the same time investment is attractive. I think I took two shots, at the most. So basically I’m just chatting up some of the cooler guys, trying to vibe with this group of British kids (with me as literally the only foreigner there). This night in particular my efforts on integration were going well.
So yeah, the usual. Then, Katrina (who, in the first night of these reports, I may or may not have slept with, whilst blackout drunk) comes over and sits with me. She’s been weird the last few nights…and I just had found out why, from Daisy, the night before.
Oh, and Daisy is a girl who’s been flirty but very much likes male attention, to some extent (she hasn’t hooked up with a ton of guys I don’t think).
But yeah, back to the story:
Katrina is sitting next to me. I lightly ask her how it’s been going, she gives some response. We start to joke about something or other (I honestly have no recollection of what, my attention was elsewhere.
Or more specifically, my attention was on Katrina’s gaggle of friends (or gaggle of hens, rather) across the room, who were openly staring and whispering to each other.
Wait what? oh.
And the other guy, a super popular promoter type who has been asking around about Katrina and flirty with her, is seated right on the other side of her, on the couch… competition much??
So yeah, my arm is around her briefly, and we talk, then she turns to talk to her other boytoy…
What did I do? ...What could I do.
I just chilled. I honestly couldn’t care less, I’d gotten laid the last night and had other girls I was more into…(Daisy, basically).
Soon enough, Katrina turns back to me. We talk for a bit, when she says:
“Hey, I really have to pee, save my seat?”
And gets up and goes. I turn, glance at the empty spot and the other guy sitting on the other side of it. He smirks at me, and I raise my eyebrows and turn away.
Then I realise…fuck I really need to pee as well. I stand, ensure my two remaining ciders will be properly looked after, as well as the seats on the couch for the girl and I.
Then I start to navigate the crowded room to the exit, slowly weaving through people. As I do, some random guy (one of the less socially calibrated people there) comes up to me and asks:
I look at him, eyebrows furrowed (mostly just surprised that even he had heard gossip), and I pause for a few seconds, just holding eye contact. Then I slowly say:
He nods understandingly (and quickly) and says:
Um. what.
I nod slowly, and just kinda say sure…and then exit the room.
Once in the hallway, I head to pee in my friends room (as I am in the floor above, actually). On my return, I see Katrina in an intense conversation with some of her friends (who are also close friends with the other guy who likes her). So she hasn’t returned to our couch, then…
Fuckin social circle game.
I head back in, and tell my friend we should head out. Everyone is going to the same place, but I want to get there before the rush so I can grab drinks. We walk over, and I tell him what happened with Katrina (since he’s missed the subsequent nights). He’s a good buddy, and I hope I don’t regret telling him.
We arrive at the bar. He is planning on indulging in, well, other substances later that evening, and declines getting a drink. I grab one. We go to find his FWB, who is there with her flatmates at a table. They are all girls. One is english, blond, and chubby. We will call her Jean (I whilst writing this don’t really remember her name). One is english and thin, somewhat cute. We will call her Anna. The other, is cute, and from a part of my home country (albeit far removed from where I was). hey heyyy
So I start talking to her about that. It’s a chill vibe. I mock her on the local stereotypes, and we talk about how different the UK is. Let’s call her Jackie (honestly just trying to think of girl names here).
I also flirt with the other two girls. My mate is here with his FWB, who is very sexy in a kiera knightley sort of way. They are anxious to head to this other club, and to have some fun with the aforementioned substances.
I aint about that life, at least not yet. So I ignore his urgings and relax. Daisy randomly appears, with the same drunken friend as the last night (and other nights before, including the night I met her). She comes over, and I remain seated, wrapping my hand around her waist and pulling her into me. My head is at boob-height, and I sort of rest my head into them. They are magnificent.
I slowly look up at her, smirk, and say playfully
She rolls her eyes. I ask her what she’s planning on doing tonight, she gives a non-answer. Then she rolls off cause she sees a friend.
My friend also heads out with his FWB. He gets a mutual friend (actually one of Katrina’s friends, who apparently had shown up by now), to take my fb cause his phone was dead, so she can text me and thus him what they all are doing later. But then he rolls out without me.
What
I am confused but decide to just hang and see if other people I know come around to the table. I am with the three flatmates, Jean, Anna, and Jackie. Jean gives me a cig and I smoke it whilst staring off into the distance dramatically (or what I hope is mysteriously) whilst the three of them chat behind me. I see Daisy chatting up another guy, and she looks over and makes eye contact, smirks, and goes back to it.
That girl…not really sure how to handle her.
These other girls however, I can handle. They invite me back to their flat. I go with, and soon enough we are eating crisps and drinking wine, all of which they are supplying. But I am fucking starving at this point in the night (midnight) and so I subtly ask for more crisps
It was very smooth, I’m sure. They offered to make me food, and soon we are eating halloumi, hummus, carrots, and toast. Which is all well and good. I spend about an hour here chatting with them. I get pretty drunk cause of the wine, but it goes generally well. This is the least interesting part of the night, and so I’m not going to go too much into it. Jean and Jackie talk lots. Anna is quiet, and a bit laid-back.
It’s 1:30 am soon, and I’m still starving. Everywhere in this city closes at 2. Fuck.
So do I stick it out, not be rude, and do the gentlemanly thing and try to lay one of them?
Fuck no. I excuse myself, in a somewhat awkward way, and leave to my favourite kebab place.
Im drunkenly walking back to the dorms alone, eating kebabs. I have just finished with them, and its about 2, when I arrive at the entrance to the dorm complex (I live in a city).
When who do I see? Daisy, in sweats, carrying a water bottle, heading for the nearby mountain (there’s a mountain literally behind our dorms, it’s part of a park in the middle of the city).
I am seriously confused at this point, and fairly drunk. This girl just randomly appears in every night out this week, and vanishes, and reappears, and random intervals.
I slowly raise my hand and wave. She shouts out enthusiastically
I don’t respond, just jog over. She is surprised I actually do. I ask why she is going up there at 2am. She says she needs some peace and quiet and alone time. I ask why she invited me and she says she didn’t expect me to say yes. I ask her what’s going on and she says she likes being alone.
Girl. You spend all day flirting, yet you like being alone? Sounds…fairly like a lot of girls I’ve dated in fact.
Fuck. This girl’s exactly my type.
I follow her up the mountain. She asks why I came to this city, it being not in my home country.
I hesitate, then slowly say
Which is all true, but doesn’t tell her shit. She knows this, and deep-dives me. I am drunk and tell more than I should, but not everything. She says I must tell her everything once we get to the top. We both complain a lot on the way up. She says she needs to stop and rest. Then she looks at me and says:
I laugh
She laughed
Well…fuck. I try to play it off.
She laughs. We carry on to the top.
Once we are at the top, she comments on how there’s no one else up here. Ugh. That seems like a signal to me, but if she rebuffs me it will be awkward as fuck. So I, of course, do nothing.
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Fairly soon she says she is cold and wants to go down. On the way down, I ask what she came up to get away from, and she says family issues. She changes the subject, but I bring it back to that and she tells me everything. I try to be understanding (and actually could relate to almost everything) but I think I came across as too eager to relate, breaking my aloof, chill style of game.
I blame alcohol and incompetence on my part.
We then relate about her degree (literature) and talk about the books we have read. She is mostly quizzing me on my favourites. She mentions that when she gets back she’s gonna go watch some tv in her room. Great. I will ask if I can join then, citing my inability to sleep (which isn’t entirely false, its 5am as I write this now).
She runs into some guy on the way back and begins talking to him. I just chill and wait…
a minute goes by…
then two
then three
And I say fuck it, and begin to walk very very slowly back to the dorm alone. Oh fucking well.
And then. She bounds up to me, says hi, and we keep walking. I am walking her inside when she wants to see who is in the pantry. Ok then. It’s on the way back to her room, and so I go along. We get there and see Mr. Promoter and one of Katrina’s friends. They stare at us coming in together.
Uh oh.
They ask where we’ve been and we say the mountain. They are still staring. I realise that I can’t go back to Daisy’s now, not with all the other rumours going around about me, and Daisy’s discretion policy she mentioned to me the night before (in my last LR in fact).
She cements this by saying
I back out, flutter my fingers bye, and she asks what I’m going to go do. I say netflix. She laughs and says bye.
Once back in my room, I friend-request her and send her a message saying:
That was really just a clever way of having her to message/so she could message me if need be.
She responded this last morning with
Later in the day today we were asked about it and she just described it as “good fun, we had a nice chat.” We have been in a group but haven’t talked since then, and I messaged her tonight saying
So I just basically went for it and said
An hour later she texted back
Ok…so that was me getting blown off. But then
I ignore her last message, and say something about have a good day tomorrow, bye. My plan right now is to be way more aloof but also more flirty/playful and way less serious with her. If she wants to talk about serious stuff, the ball is in her court now.
Oh and tonight my buddy with the FWB told me that his fuck buddy told him that her flatmate Anne really “fancies” me and is really sexually frustrated. She’s on a whole different dorm complex, is cute, but not really my “type” per say. She’s too quiet for me, but I could go for it just for fun. I haven’t decided yet, but am not going to worry about it now.
Key takeaways:
-Daisy is this type of girl to a T :
https://www.girlschase.com/content/girl-types-club-queens
So are the last two of my serious girlfriends. It’s my type, but I’m not skilled enough to lay them quickly. The last two, I was friends with for months before we hooked up. Am hoping that is what happens here but am skeptical.
-Faced with a girl I am seriously into, I’m still a bit of a bitch. Ruins the aloofness which my game currently hinges upon, I guess.
-Food is good. Getting girls to cook you food is better. Compliance, compliance, compliance.
-Slow, chill body language, is wasted when you are climbing a mountain in the dark.
-Don’t overrelate or overshare.
Ok, that’s the last of them! I am going out Monday night and will hopefully post a report if it is interesting enough of an experience. So you’ll hear from me soon!
Tiredly yours,
Byron
Was out tonight briefly but nothing to report. This was last night, and is the fourth night in a row in my series of field reports.
This was the night before:
https://boards.girlschase.com/viewtopic.php?f=5&t=14669
I’m using the same names, but you probably shouldn’t have to read it to keep up.
We start the night where my night will start pretty much every night. My favourite couch in my favourite pantry for pre-drinks. I am chilling with my mate from the first night (who has been gone with his FWB in the second and third nights). You’ll meet her later, she’s quite a stunner, I’m very proud of him
So I’m sitting on the couch chilling, as per usual. I have cider this time, but am getting some other guy to give me vodka cause compliance and investment. This is a tricky rope to walk, you don’t want to be a leech, but at the same time investment is attractive. I think I took two shots, at the most. So basically I’m just chatting up some of the cooler guys, trying to vibe with this group of British kids (with me as literally the only foreigner there). This night in particular my efforts on integration were going well.
So yeah, the usual. Then, Katrina (who, in the first night of these reports, I may or may not have slept with, whilst blackout drunk) comes over and sits with me. She’s been weird the last few nights…and I just had found out why, from Daisy, the night before.
Oh, and Daisy is a girl who’s been flirty but very much likes male attention, to some extent (she hasn’t hooked up with a ton of guys I don’t think).
But yeah, back to the story:
Katrina is sitting next to me. I lightly ask her how it’s been going, she gives some response. We start to joke about something or other (I honestly have no recollection of what, my attention was elsewhere.
Or more specifically, my attention was on Katrina’s gaggle of friends (or gaggle of hens, rather) across the room, who were openly staring and whispering to each other.
Wait what? oh.
And the other guy, a super popular promoter type who has been asking around about Katrina and flirty with her, is seated right on the other side of her, on the couch…
competition much??So yeah, my arm is around her briefly, and we talk, then she turns to talk to her other boytoy…
What did I do? ...What could I do.
I just chilled. I honestly couldn’t care less, I’d gotten laid the last night and had other girls I was more into…(Daisy, basically).
Soon enough, Katrina turns back to me. We talk for a bit, when she says:
“Hey, I really have to pee, save my seat?”
And gets up and goes. I turn, glance at the empty spot and the other guy sitting on the other side of it. He smirks at me, and I raise my eyebrows and turn away.
Then I realise…fuck I really need to pee as well. I stand, ensure my two remaining ciders will be properly looked after, as well as the seats on the couch for the girl and I.
Then I start to navigate the crowded room to the exit, slowly weaving through people. As I do, some random guy (one of the less socially calibrated people there) comes up to me and asks:
I look at him, eyebrows furrowed (mostly just surprised that even he had heard gossip), and I pause for a few seconds, just holding eye contact. Then I slowly say:
He nods understandingly (and quickly) and says:
Um. what.
I nod slowly, and just kinda say sure…and then exit the room.
Once in the hallway, I head to pee in my friends room (as I am in the floor above, actually). On my return, I see Katrina in an intense conversation with some of her friends (who are also close friends with the other guy who likes her). So she hasn’t returned to our couch, then…
Fuckin social circle game.
I head back in, and tell my friend we should head out. Everyone is going to the same place, but I want to get there before the rush so I can grab drinks. We walk over, and I tell him what happened with Katrina (since he’s missed the subsequent nights). He’s a good buddy, and I hope I don’t regret telling him.
We arrive at the bar. He is planning on indulging in, well, other substances later that evening, and declines getting a drink. I grab one. We go to find his FWB, who is there with her flatmates at a table. They are all girls. One is english, blond, and chubby. We will call her Jean (I whilst writing this don’t really remember her name). One is english and thin, somewhat cute. We will call her Anna. The other, is cute, and from a part of my home country (albeit far removed from where I was). hey heyyy
So I start talking to her about that. It’s a chill vibe. I mock her on the local stereotypes, and we talk about how different the UK is. Let’s call her Jackie (honestly just trying to think of girl names here).
I also flirt with the other two girls. My mate is here with his FWB, who is very sexy in a kiera knightley sort of way. They are anxious to head to this other club, and to have some fun with the aforementioned substances.
I aint about that life, at least not yet. So I ignore his urgings and relax. Daisy randomly appears, with the same drunken friend as the last night (and other nights before, including the night I met her). She comes over, and I remain seated, wrapping my hand around her waist and pulling her into me. My head is at boob-height, and I sort of rest my head into them. They are magnificent.
I slowly look up at her, smirk, and say playfully
She rolls her eyes. I ask her what she’s planning on doing tonight, she gives a non-answer. Then she rolls off cause she sees a friend.
My friend also heads out with his FWB. He gets a mutual friend (actually one of Katrina’s friends, who apparently had shown up by now), to take my fb cause his phone was dead, so she can text me and thus him what they all are doing later. But then he rolls out without me.
What
I am confused but decide to just hang and see if other people I know come around to the table. I am with the three flatmates, Jean, Anna, and Jackie. Jean gives me a cig and I smoke it whilst staring off into the distance dramatically (or what I hope is mysteriously) whilst the three of them chat behind me. I see Daisy chatting up another guy, and she looks over and makes eye contact, smirks, and goes back to it.
That girl…not really sure how to handle her.
These other girls however, I can handle. They invite me back to their flat. I go with, and soon enough we are eating crisps and drinking wine, all of which they are supplying. But I am fucking starving at this point in the night (midnight) and so I subtly ask for more crisps
It was very smooth, I’m sure. They offered to make me food, and soon we are eating halloumi, hummus, carrots, and toast. Which is all well and good. I spend about an hour here chatting with them. I get pretty drunk cause of the wine, but it goes generally well. This is the least interesting part of the night, and so I’m not going to go too much into it. Jean and Jackie talk lots. Anna is quiet, and a bit laid-back.
It’s 1:30 am soon, and I’m still starving. Everywhere in this city closes at 2. Fuck.
So do I stick it out, not be rude, and do the gentlemanly thing and try to lay one of them?
Fuck no. I excuse myself, in a somewhat awkward way, and leave to my favourite kebab place.
Im drunkenly walking back to the dorms alone, eating kebabs. I have just finished with them, and its about 2, when I arrive at the entrance to the dorm complex (I live in a city).
When who do I see? Daisy, in sweats, carrying a water bottle, heading for the nearby mountain (there’s a mountain literally behind our dorms, it’s part of a park in the middle of the city).
I am seriously confused at this point, and fairly drunk. This girl just randomly appears in every night out this week, and vanishes, and reappears, and random intervals.
I slowly raise my hand and wave. She shouts out enthusiastically
I don’t respond, just jog over. She is surprised I actually do. I ask why she is going up there at 2am. She says she needs some peace and quiet and alone time. I ask why she invited me and she says she didn’t expect me to say yes. I ask her what’s going on and she says she likes being alone.
Girl. You spend all day flirting, yet you like being alone? Sounds…fairly like a lot of girls I’ve dated in fact.
Fuck. This girl’s exactly my type.
I follow her up the mountain. She asks why I came to this city, it being not in my home country.
I hesitate, then slowly say
Which is all true, but doesn’t tell her shit. She knows this, and deep-dives me. I am drunk and tell more than I should, but not everything. She says I must tell her everything once we get to the top. We both complain a lot on the way up. She says she needs to stop and rest. Then she looks at me and says:
I laugh
She laughed
Well…fuck. I try to play it off.
Why yes, yes you do Byron.
She laughs. We carry on to the top.
Once we are at the top, she comments on how there’s no one else up here. Ugh. That seems like a signal to me, but if she rebuffs me it will be awkward as fuck. So I, of course, do nothing.
afhjdkshaf;dlsaj
Fairly soon she says she is cold and wants to go down. On the way down, I ask what she came up to get away from, and she says family issues. She changes the subject, but I bring it back to that and she tells me everything. I try to be understanding (and actually could relate to almost everything) but I think I came across as too eager to relate, breaking my aloof, chill style of game.
I blame alcohol and incompetence on my part.
We then relate about her degree (literature) and talk about the books we have read. She is mostly quizzing me on my favourites. She mentions that when she gets back she’s gonna go watch some tv in her room. Great. I will ask if I can join then, citing my inability to sleep (which isn’t entirely false, its 5am as I write this now).
She runs into some guy on the way back and begins talking to him. I just chill and wait…
a minute goes by…
then two
then three
And I say fuck it, and begin to walk very very slowly back to the dorm alone. Oh fucking well.
And then. She bounds up to me, says hi, and we keep walking. I am walking her inside when she wants to see who is in the pantry. Ok then. It’s on the way back to her room, and so I go along. We get there and see Mr. Promoter and one of Katrina’s friends. They stare at us coming in together.
Uh oh.
They ask where we’ve been and we say the mountain. They are still staring. I realise that I can’t go back to Daisy’s now, not with all the other rumours going around about me, and Daisy’s discretion policy she mentioned to me the night before (in my last LR in fact).
She cements this by saying
I back out, flutter my fingers bye, and she asks what I’m going to go do. I say netflix. She laughs and says bye.
Once back in my room, I friend-request her and send her a message saying:
That was really just a clever way of having her to message/so she could message me if need be.
She responded this last morning with
“Ditto, and yeah dw
Later in the day today we were asked about it and she just described it as “good fun, we had a nice chat.” We have been in a group but haven’t talked since then, and I messaged her tonight saying
She said something dismissive like
So I just basically went for it and said
An hour later she texted back
Ok…so that was me getting blown off. But then
I ignore her last message, and say something about have a good day tomorrow, bye. My plan right now is to be way more aloof but also more flirty/playful and way less serious with her. If she wants to talk about serious stuff, the ball is in her court now.
Oh and tonight my buddy with the FWB told me that his fuck buddy told him that her flatmate Anne really “fancies” me and is really sexually frustrated. She’s on a whole different dorm complex, is cute, but not really my “type” per say. She’s too quiet for me, but I could go for it just for fun. I haven’t decided yet, but am not going to worry about it now.
Key takeaways:
-Daisy is this type of girl to a T :
https://www.girlschase.com/content/girl-types-club-queens
So are the last two of my serious girlfriends. It’s my type, but I’m not skilled enough to lay them quickly. The last two, I was friends with for months before we hooked up. Am hoping that is what happens here but am skeptical.
-Faced with a girl I am seriously into, I’m still a bit of a bitch. Ruins the aloofness which my game currently hinges upon, I guess.
-Food is good. Getting girls to cook you food is better. Compliance, compliance, compliance.
-Slow, chill body language, is wasted when you are climbing a mountain in the dark.
-Don’t overrelate or overshare.
Ok, that’s the last of them! I am going out Monday night and will hopefully post a report if it is interesting enough of an experience. So you’ll hear from me soon!
Tiredly yours,
Byron
