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Of all the material I've seen out there, Chase's resonates with me the most, so I can only assume the community that follows his blog is also on the same page. Right off the bat, I’ll admit that I've only been tenuously following the seduction community for more than a decade, and while I have picked up a few good tips here and here, I’ve never dedicated a lot of time fully educating myself in all its intricacies. After years of going my own way and having much more failure than success, coupled with the very recent revelation that I'm not getting any younger, I’m trying to overcome my listlessness and am making a more concerted effort toward getting this part of my life handled once and for all.
To this end, I met a young lady this past Saturday night at a friend of a friend’s birthday gathering at a bar and pretty much busted her balls and had her laughing like crazy the entire time. Honestly, I don't think we know a single thing about each other's personal lives... the whole interaction was just nonstop cocky and funny nonsense talk. So one thing leads to another then suddenly we wound up at a nearby dance club, making out and enjoying each other’s company. I'm pretty certain she was sober enough to know what was happening. Curiously, she insisted on buying me and my other friends’ drinks and vehemently refused my reciprocation to buy her the next round as if I had tried to slap her mother in mouth with my penis.
Unfortunately, the club closed not too long after things were heating up and we had to leave. At several points on the walk to the subway she asked me where I was going and I told I was going home and in turn I asked her where she was going (home) but I if didn’t know better (because usually I don’t) it seemed like she was kind of stalling as if she wanted to ask her to come over to my place and see my prized collection of coffee table books.
Now, it should be noted that I’ve never been in a situation where I’ve made out with a woman on the very same night we’ve met and in my experience, having one night stands (in the sense that I’ve had a previous interaction with a woman either in person or an online dating site and had sex with her on the night of the first date) pretty much kills any chance of seeing her again and I’m honestly interested in having this particular girl stay around for a while and see where things go.
Getting back to the interaction, we finally reached a junction where our respective paths diverged, exchanged more silly banter and made out a little more. While she was still laughing and seemed to be having fun, I noticed she was a little more fidgety than she was inside the club and I asked her if she was nervous and gave me a cute, shy smile in response.
I told her I’d like to see her again and asked her what her schedule was like for the week, but then shit got weird… she said is around next weekend, but her SISTER(!) was coming to town, implying that we’d all be hanging out together at another bar, then she said something to the effect that her sister was like 18x more awesome than she is and when I meet her I’ll forget all about our little tryst and go after her instead. I laughed it off and chalked it up to the nature of our ball-bustathon but it was certainly a WTF moment I was ill-prepared to handle.
Obviously, I only want to hang out with her and her alone, but I didn’t want to seem like a jerk and disregard an opportunity to see this girl again, even with a familial third wheel and a week is long enough to let the flames burn low, let alone two or more seeing as how next week is Thanksgiving and she might already have other family plans… all assuming she wasn’t already trying to blow me off in that charming, subtle way that girls do. I agreed to her plan with trepidation and she entered her number into my phone.
I then offered to walk her to her subway station as it was damn near 5am Sunday morning and she had more than a few blocks away to go, but she insisted she would be fine… but then she mentioned with a smile, how I was so “really mean” to her early in the night, but expressed some level of disdain how I was being all “chivalrous” and “gentlemanly” after we made out.
I saw her off a few step and texted “It’s ‘myRealName’. See you next week you, *inside joke name*!”
She didn’t reply.
What should my next move be? Do you feel she was only looking for a hookup/one night stand and I’m out of the game?
The toll of constant failure has left me quite cynical, and I find myself mulling over the most insignificant details of my interactions with women. Even in the rare times I AM successful in some part of the game, I can't appreciate these victories for what they are and I'm always paranoid, waiting to see how the woman is trying to play me, a perspective that I've no doubt is further encumbering my success. Thanks in advance for reading!
To this end, I met a young lady this past Saturday night at a friend of a friend’s birthday gathering at a bar and pretty much busted her balls and had her laughing like crazy the entire time. Honestly, I don't think we know a single thing about each other's personal lives... the whole interaction was just nonstop cocky and funny nonsense talk. So one thing leads to another then suddenly we wound up at a nearby dance club, making out and enjoying each other’s company. I'm pretty certain she was sober enough to know what was happening. Curiously, she insisted on buying me and my other friends’ drinks and vehemently refused my reciprocation to buy her the next round as if I had tried to slap her mother in mouth with my penis.
Unfortunately, the club closed not too long after things were heating up and we had to leave. At several points on the walk to the subway she asked me where I was going and I told I was going home and in turn I asked her where she was going (home) but I if didn’t know better (because usually I don’t) it seemed like she was kind of stalling as if she wanted to ask her to come over to my place and see my prized collection of coffee table books.
Now, it should be noted that I’ve never been in a situation where I’ve made out with a woman on the very same night we’ve met and in my experience, having one night stands (in the sense that I’ve had a previous interaction with a woman either in person or an online dating site and had sex with her on the night of the first date) pretty much kills any chance of seeing her again and I’m honestly interested in having this particular girl stay around for a while and see where things go.
Getting back to the interaction, we finally reached a junction where our respective paths diverged, exchanged more silly banter and made out a little more. While she was still laughing and seemed to be having fun, I noticed she was a little more fidgety than she was inside the club and I asked her if she was nervous and gave me a cute, shy smile in response.
I told her I’d like to see her again and asked her what her schedule was like for the week, but then shit got weird… she said is around next weekend, but her SISTER(!) was coming to town, implying that we’d all be hanging out together at another bar, then she said something to the effect that her sister was like 18x more awesome than she is and when I meet her I’ll forget all about our little tryst and go after her instead. I laughed it off and chalked it up to the nature of our ball-bustathon but it was certainly a WTF moment I was ill-prepared to handle.
Obviously, I only want to hang out with her and her alone, but I didn’t want to seem like a jerk and disregard an opportunity to see this girl again, even with a familial third wheel and a week is long enough to let the flames burn low, let alone two or more seeing as how next week is Thanksgiving and she might already have other family plans… all assuming she wasn’t already trying to blow me off in that charming, subtle way that girls do. I agreed to her plan with trepidation and she entered her number into my phone.
I then offered to walk her to her subway station as it was damn near 5am Sunday morning and she had more than a few blocks away to go, but she insisted she would be fine… but then she mentioned with a smile, how I was so “really mean” to her early in the night, but expressed some level of disdain how I was being all “chivalrous” and “gentlemanly” after we made out.
I saw her off a few step and texted “It’s ‘myRealName’. See you next week you, *inside joke name*!”
She didn’t reply.
What should my next move be? Do you feel she was only looking for a hookup/one night stand and I’m out of the game?
The toll of constant failure has left me quite cynical, and I find myself mulling over the most insignificant details of my interactions with women. Even in the rare times I AM successful in some part of the game, I can't appreciate these victories for what they are and I'm always paranoid, waiting to see how the woman is trying to play me, a perspective that I've no doubt is further encumbering my success. Thanks in advance for reading!
