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I matched with a cutey on Tinder, and used a very generic opener. But it worked.
Napoleon: What's your spirit animal?
Blonde: I used to always think a lion, just a really small, annoying lion.... which would be a cat. So a cat (insert smiley face emoji)
Napoleon: Ah, a cat? Is that because you like to pounce on your tinder prey?
Blonde: Mhm (insert blushing smiley emoji) also equally likely to snuggle up close or to bite
*** I felt as if this was a make or break moment in the convo. If I followed up with something stupid, I thought I'd blow the chance for a date, but if I said something clever, I thought at least the date would be in the bag. I asked a friend of mine, Cas (he's a player, straight up), to assist me with an come - back. ***
Napoleon: So your half cuddles and half spice, I dig it.
The line sufficed. We went back and forth with more banter. It was time to shoot for the date.
Napoleon: You seem like a busy bee, not too busy for a drink I hope.
Blonde: hahah, definitely not too busy for a drink. After a long day of class it's nice actually.
Got the number, set up the date. Saturday we planned to meet up for a drink by NYU. She was having dinner with a friend, she said she would be done around 8:00 - 8:30.
My dumb ass shows up at 9:00, I figured she might run longer with her friend, but honestly I left my place way too late, oh well. She actually almost bailed. She texted me something along the lines of, "hey, I want to say this in the most polite way possible, but I've been waiting outside for a while and my phone is about to die".
I told her I was a few stops away, and to hold on for me, and I apologized for making her wait.
I get there 10 minutes later, I apologize one time for being late, and told her the 1st round is on me because I felt terrible. (I didn't feel all that terrible, though I do believe it is important to respect other peoples time.) If she had me waiting for 30 minutes I'd be pissed.
She explains to me she needs a drink, because she has a fear of being stood up. We sit down and the date begins.
I'm pleasantly surprised, she is super cute, blonde, and a NYU student. I love college girls, I never finished school. So something about a smart girl who is motivated really gets my wheels spinning.
Naturally, I'm a very chatty person. So I've been trying to probe the girl to speak by touching on her interests (I believe they call this "deep - diving"). I try to keep my responses limited, and sprinkle in some humor. I talk briefly about what I do for work and my background. It was more or less a get to know each other sort of date. I made her laugh a few times, and the conversation throughout the date is what I would consider smooth, not sure how she felt about it, however.
Once I have a few drinks in me, (I only had 2) I can tend to get touchy, especially if I am attracted. Nonchalantly I begin to glide my fingers across her legs (from thigh to knee), while in mid conversation. I'm increasingly getting horny, I believe I am beginning to convey this with the looks I am beginning to shoot at her. I am not sure how to explain this, but I think you boys know what I mean when I say I was giving her "the look". I wasn't fully giving her "the look" with major intensity, just sort of sprinkling it in there from time to time.
*Usually, if I'm not feeling the girl I'm with, I just sort of want the date to be over. This is usually when I just ask the girl, are we going back to my place? This way, the date either ends, or we're going back to my place.*
This is not the case with the Blonde chick. I am enjoying myself, I get there at 9pm, and now it's almost 12:30. The time flew by super fast, I think this is because she's hotter then the girls I'm usually meeting for dates, not necessarily because she is "my type". She say's "it's getting late, and the trains start to slow down at this time, I have to get out of here". I was like cool, let's get out of here. She say's your train is over there and my train is this way, I ask her if I can walk her to the train.
Now that I look back, she probably wasn't too interested in having me walk her to the train, the indicator would be, her pointing out my train was in the other direction. Either way, I walked her to the train. I took her hand in mine, and we begin walking to the train. One interesting thing happened, I intentionally broke off our hand holding, to point to something. I wanted to see if she would re engage the hand holding. To my surprise, she went for my hand again. That was nice. I asked her twice, once in the beginning, and once towards the end, if she wanted to come home with me, she said "we just met, I'm not going home with you." She said it with a half smile. When I got to the train, I kissed her. We made out for a couple seconds, we broke it off, and kissed once more. I told her to text me when she got home. She texted me when she got home.
Next day - 3:40 pm
Napoleon: Hey! I had a really fun time with you last night.
Blonde: Me too! Thank you for checking that I got home safe
Blonde: I didn't even have to key anyone in the eyeball.
Napoleon: Brooklyn can sleep safely knowing that you are protecting the neighborhood
Napoleon: How's your day going
*5 hours later*
Blonde: hahaha tbh they should be paying me for how safe I keep the streets
Blonde: Long, lots of studying. How is yours?
Napoleon: You're the superhero Brooklyn doesn't deserve haha
Napoleon: Or maybe a supervillian, havent figured that out yet.
Napoleon: and yea the rest of my night was alright. Did laundry and cooked, then relaxed for the rest of the night.
*next day, 4:15* (took half a day for her to respond. I wasn't salty, but this when I accepted it was a dead set)
Blonde: I would be a cute supervillian because when small things are evil it's cute.
Blonde: also, monday (insert crying emoji)
*next day, 12 hours later* (I decided to text her 12 hours later, to follow suit)
Napoleon: Evil? Haha, I can't imagine
Napoleon: Cute thought, I would agree. So we a have a cute supervillian who can do no harm. I think Brooklyn is in trouble.
That wraps up the convo, she never texted back. I assumed she wouldn't, due to the nature of the text convo, and how the date ended.
Where did I go wrong, did I fail to be sexy enough on the date? Perhaps I blended in with the rest of the guys she's talking to, so another man more attractive then I, has her attention. Maybe we walking her to train, and planting a kiss on her, after she denied my request to go home with me - put her in a position of leverage - leaving me as the guy who can take what he can get?
I will not double text her, and if she texts back after it's been 2-3 days I am likely not to answer back. I am not salty about the result of this date, as I am one date closer to nailing the women of my dreams. I am curious however, as to where I went wrong and where I can improve.
Napoleon: What's your spirit animal?
Blonde: I used to always think a lion, just a really small, annoying lion.... which would be a cat. So a cat (insert smiley face emoji)
Napoleon: Ah, a cat? Is that because you like to pounce on your tinder prey?
Blonde: Mhm (insert blushing smiley emoji) also equally likely to snuggle up close or to bite
*** I felt as if this was a make or break moment in the convo. If I followed up with something stupid, I thought I'd blow the chance for a date, but if I said something clever, I thought at least the date would be in the bag. I asked a friend of mine, Cas (he's a player, straight up), to assist me with an come - back. ***
Napoleon: So your half cuddles and half spice, I dig it.
The line sufficed. We went back and forth with more banter. It was time to shoot for the date.
Napoleon: You seem like a busy bee, not too busy for a drink I hope.
Blonde: hahah, definitely not too busy for a drink. After a long day of class it's nice actually.
Got the number, set up the date. Saturday we planned to meet up for a drink by NYU. She was having dinner with a friend, she said she would be done around 8:00 - 8:30.
My dumb ass shows up at 9:00, I figured she might run longer with her friend, but honestly I left my place way too late, oh well. She actually almost bailed. She texted me something along the lines of, "hey, I want to say this in the most polite way possible, but I've been waiting outside for a while and my phone is about to die".
I told her I was a few stops away, and to hold on for me, and I apologized for making her wait.
I get there 10 minutes later, I apologize one time for being late, and told her the 1st round is on me because I felt terrible. (I didn't feel all that terrible, though I do believe it is important to respect other peoples time.) If she had me waiting for 30 minutes I'd be pissed.
She explains to me she needs a drink, because she has a fear of being stood up. We sit down and the date begins.
I'm pleasantly surprised, she is super cute, blonde, and a NYU student. I love college girls, I never finished school. So something about a smart girl who is motivated really gets my wheels spinning.
Naturally, I'm a very chatty person. So I've been trying to probe the girl to speak by touching on her interests (I believe they call this "deep - diving"). I try to keep my responses limited, and sprinkle in some humor. I talk briefly about what I do for work and my background. It was more or less a get to know each other sort of date. I made her laugh a few times, and the conversation throughout the date is what I would consider smooth, not sure how she felt about it, however.
Once I have a few drinks in me, (I only had 2) I can tend to get touchy, especially if I am attracted. Nonchalantly I begin to glide my fingers across her legs (from thigh to knee), while in mid conversation. I'm increasingly getting horny, I believe I am beginning to convey this with the looks I am beginning to shoot at her. I am not sure how to explain this, but I think you boys know what I mean when I say I was giving her "the look". I wasn't fully giving her "the look" with major intensity, just sort of sprinkling it in there from time to time.
*Usually, if I'm not feeling the girl I'm with, I just sort of want the date to be over. This is usually when I just ask the girl, are we going back to my place? This way, the date either ends, or we're going back to my place.*
This is not the case with the Blonde chick. I am enjoying myself, I get there at 9pm, and now it's almost 12:30. The time flew by super fast, I think this is because she's hotter then the girls I'm usually meeting for dates, not necessarily because she is "my type". She say's "it's getting late, and the trains start to slow down at this time, I have to get out of here". I was like cool, let's get out of here. She say's your train is over there and my train is this way, I ask her if I can walk her to the train.
Now that I look back, she probably wasn't too interested in having me walk her to the train, the indicator would be, her pointing out my train was in the other direction. Either way, I walked her to the train. I took her hand in mine, and we begin walking to the train. One interesting thing happened, I intentionally broke off our hand holding, to point to something. I wanted to see if she would re engage the hand holding. To my surprise, she went for my hand again. That was nice. I asked her twice, once in the beginning, and once towards the end, if she wanted to come home with me, she said "we just met, I'm not going home with you." She said it with a half smile. When I got to the train, I kissed her. We made out for a couple seconds, we broke it off, and kissed once more. I told her to text me when she got home. She texted me when she got home.
Next day - 3:40 pm
Napoleon: Hey! I had a really fun time with you last night.
Blonde: Me too! Thank you for checking that I got home safe
Blonde: I didn't even have to key anyone in the eyeball.
Napoleon: Brooklyn can sleep safely knowing that you are protecting the neighborhood
Napoleon: How's your day going
*5 hours later*
Blonde: hahaha tbh they should be paying me for how safe I keep the streets
Blonde: Long, lots of studying. How is yours?
Napoleon: You're the superhero Brooklyn doesn't deserve haha
Napoleon: Or maybe a supervillian, havent figured that out yet.
Napoleon: and yea the rest of my night was alright. Did laundry and cooked, then relaxed for the rest of the night.
*next day, 4:15* (took half a day for her to respond. I wasn't salty, but this when I accepted it was a dead set)
Blonde: I would be a cute supervillian because when small things are evil it's cute.
Blonde: also, monday (insert crying emoji)
*next day, 12 hours later* (I decided to text her 12 hours later, to follow suit)
Napoleon: Evil? Haha, I can't imagine
Napoleon: Cute thought, I would agree. So we a have a cute supervillian who can do no harm. I think Brooklyn is in trouble.
That wraps up the convo, she never texted back. I assumed she wouldn't, due to the nature of the text convo, and how the date ended.
Where did I go wrong, did I fail to be sexy enough on the date? Perhaps I blended in with the rest of the guys she's talking to, so another man more attractive then I, has her attention. Maybe we walking her to train, and planting a kiss on her, after she denied my request to go home with me - put her in a position of leverage - leaving me as the guy who can take what he can get?
I will not double text her, and if she texts back after it's been 2-3 days I am likely not to answer back. I am not salty about the result of this date, as I am one date closer to nailing the women of my dreams. I am curious however, as to where I went wrong and where I can improve.
