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I have posted a number of LRs and a handful of FRs, but I don't think I've ever posted a FU. Probably out of some flawed sense of ego. Well, here's one from last night.
(Note: I've never posted anything that's more important to me than this. As such, it is long. But worth a read. Also wasn't sure what to call it, FR or FU, since we did makeout.)
I met this girl while out shopping on Black Friday. Her name is Emma. I had already been approaching and had just gotten a few numbers so was riding the high from that. I was in line getting an early birthday gift for my sister and I noticed her in line right next to me. The line had made a U so while we were standing pretty much next to each other I was probably 20 people ahead of her. She was wearing her hair up and a hat and unrevealing clothing, but I could tell she was very attractive.
I opened Emma by asking to cut her in line haha. This of course confused her, which was the intention, and I made some lame joke about how "the longer I wait in line, the more likely it is I get checked out". We both laughed at this and I think I followed with something like, "Naw I just thought you were really cute and just had to say hi." She got pretty flirty, and I then I convinced her to sneak ahead to where I was in line. She and I have a very familiar vibe right from the start, as if we'd known each other awhile. As we're going back and forth, I quickly realize that she is one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen. A personal 10. I find out some stuff about her, including that she goes to school in Georgia and is in town for Thanksgiving. We eventually make it to the front of the line. I let her go ahead of me to checkout, thinking that it's better she waits for me than the other way around, but I end up finishing before her at the other checkout stand and am the one forced to wait. I pretend to be on my phone and post up at the front of the store. She eventually finishes and comes up to me, and we talk for a bit. It feels electric. After a but she tells me she is with her brother and has a time constraint so she has to run, but is in town until Monday and is pretty free this weekend and would love to meet up with me. Doing my work for me, huh. I tell her that we can grab a coffee, get her number, and we part ways with a smile.
I text her that night, expecting her to reply right away, but she doesn't. I start to wonder if I totally misread her, but then I have the idea to check her contact info and sure enough she only gave me her first 9 digits. I call all the possible numbers that could be her real number, and send each a text saying it was nice meeting her and that she only gave me 9 digits of her number.
One of the numbers I reached out to hit its mark, and Emma sent a long reply an hour later saying how she is so sorry and she thinks she spelled her last name wrong too and is so glad I figured out her real number. I had someone else pretend to be Emma earlier, so I have her call me to verify it is her, even though I was almost positive. Honestly I just wanted to talk to her.
We talk for a bit, I tease her a little, and towards the end of the conversation tell her I'd love to hang out with her tonight but I already had plans (had another date). We agree to hang out the following day, Sunday.
I hadn't been so excited about a girl since Megan, the girl who first broke my heart almost three years ago. Sure, I've been really excited with girls since that original heartbreaker, but part (or most) of that excitement was always tied to some sense of accomplishment or milestone I had hit with that girl, like losing my virginity or my first street pull. With this girl, it was completely centered around her.
She later asked for my Insta, and then my SC. I told her I had neither, and asked if she wanted a picture of me or something. I sent her one, and had her send me one back. I receive her picture, and she looks gorgeous. Yeah, earlier definitely wasn't a fluke. I end the conversation and go to sleep after texting a few other girls lol.
I texted Emma at 10 AM the next day. She had brunch with her family so I suggested a Starbucks nearby my house, and that we could swing by my country club if we got hungry. I had the house to myself for once so it seemed like fate was smiling on me. Unfortunately, she texted me saying she was having dinner with her mom and sister and that she could only do coffee, but that she would be back winter break and we could hang out a lot more then. Although disappointed, I was cool about it, and we met for coffee at 4:15
I arrived before she did, and waited in my car until I saw her pull up. I gave her a big smile and hug. God she is so cute. We ordered the same thing and sat indoors. Emma is a great conversationalist. I'm used to having to be in total control of the conversation and do a lot of the work for the other party, but Emma is a natural.
We had a good conversation, but I was not anywhere near my capabilities. I was way too preoccupied trying to not be guarded, and then overcompensating by being too interested. I probably came across incongruous. Still, that chemistry was there, and we talked for about an hour. It is uncanny how much we have in common, or how alike we think. She seems pretty traditional, coming from a religious background. She had never been approached before, she told me. She had never had a boyfriend. She also said she didnt know anyone without social media. We talked about some other stuff too.
I then suggested we go for a walk, and I found a secluded spot where we watched the sun set. It was gorgeous, though I was too transfixed with Emma to care. We talked for a bit, I put my arm around her, and I made a moment and kissed her. Electric. I pulled back, we looked at each other, and she went back in again. I pulled back after a bit, smiled at her, and told her I wished she didn't have to leave. (She had to meet her mom at a restaurant around 6). She agreed and said we could hang out longer when she gets back in town. We talked a few minutes more, passionately made out for a little longer, and then I called it off and said let's go.
I walked her to her car and kissed her goodbye. My emotions were haywire driving away. Such a chaotic cocktail of antagonizing feelings, from ultra excitement over kissing her to sorrow since she was leaving to fear because I might never see her again. I went to my friends house and told him all about her, something I NEVER do.
I text Emma a little after 9, telling her it was really nice seeing her and to enjoy the rest of her stay and the early flight back. Surely she felt the magic I did, and has spent the past few hours wondering if she'll hear from me or if maybe she should text me first. She doesn't respond. I chalk it up to her going to bed early for her 3 AM flight, but of course there is that fear that she won't respond. I go home and text a few other girls including this really hot girl I met an hour before the girl I've been talking about. What the hell. It's not like i don't have any other options. I took a new girl to bed earlier this week. Yet here I am, losing my mind over One Special Girl who I had one coffee date with. Anyway, I go to bed with hopes I'll have a response waiting for me the next day. It takes me forever to fall asleep since I can't stop thinking about her. My life seems irrevocably different. Simplified. Nothing else mattered. I haven't felt that way in three years. Finally, i fall asleep.
I wake up this morning before my alarm, anxious to see if she replied.
No response.
Reveals a lot of holes in my game. A lot. I'd gotten real cocky these past few months, and broke through several plateaus. Doesn't matter now.
I shouldn't have gotten so caught up with a girl who is only in town for holidays, especially when I will be back in San Diego on the other side of the continent this January. Yet I couldn't help it. It feels like my game just went right out the window.
It doesn't hurt as much as it did the last time, maybe because this time around I gave it my best, and it wasn't the drawn out devastation like before, but God is it still so bad.
Writing this FR/FU was torture. I am so miserable right now. I dont care about any of the other girls in my life. It's been three years since I was so excited about someone, and now she's gone. I'm in a better place with girls than ever before, but what the hell is the point of it all if I can't have a girl like her?!?
...
(I wrote this part about an hour later)
I think I know what to do. Since losing that first Love at First Sight girl nearly three years ago, I have been too scared to go after girls who have that effect on me, and have deprived myself of relationships with girls who are perfect for me. I've gotten good with all other girls, but not the ones I, by far, value the highest. Recently breaking through several plateaus and the fact that I couldn't see Emma's face well before approaching her due to her cap got me over the gap, at least this time.
I never replaced Megan, that first girl who started all this madness. I came closest with my ex-gf Shanelle senior year of high school, the girl I lost my virginity to. And there were some really hot girls I hooked up with in college. But as much as I liked Shanelle, and hot as some of the girls I've been with are, I always liked Megan better. Finally I brought someone into my life who was a true rival to her, even if but for one night.
I need to attack this with everything I got. This has been eating at me for far too long. Gonna reread Chase's three articles on Love at First Sight, and double my approaching effort. I'm also gonna let my ego take a beating if need be.
As far as to why Emma didn't respond, i have a few ideas. The long distance thing, combined with my intensity, probably was a big part. I was incongruent at times. Maybe I shouldn't have kissed her since she is leaving, or further, maybe I should have treated the whole thing like an informational date and kept things very low key. That's probably it. Maybe after kissing her I should have let her know that I knew we probably shouldn't be kissing with her leaving and all, but I just can't help myself. Maybe I should have voiced how much I was into her so she doesn't think I do this with everyone. Maybe she doesnt want to encourage things since we live so far away. And perhaps she may end up texting me back at some point. There might still be a chance we see each other over Winter Break. But I'm not counting on it.
If you got this far, I greatly appreciate it and hope you found this report interesting. This has got to be the most important post I've put on here, by far. All feedback is very welcome. I don't want to solve all this stuff on my own.
Ambiance
(Note: I've never posted anything that's more important to me than this. As such, it is long. But worth a read. Also wasn't sure what to call it, FR or FU, since we did makeout.)
I met this girl while out shopping on Black Friday. Her name is Emma. I had already been approaching and had just gotten a few numbers so was riding the high from that. I was in line getting an early birthday gift for my sister and I noticed her in line right next to me. The line had made a U so while we were standing pretty much next to each other I was probably 20 people ahead of her. She was wearing her hair up and a hat and unrevealing clothing, but I could tell she was very attractive.
I opened Emma by asking to cut her in line haha. This of course confused her, which was the intention, and I made some lame joke about how "the longer I wait in line, the more likely it is I get checked out". We both laughed at this and I think I followed with something like, "Naw I just thought you were really cute and just had to say hi." She got pretty flirty, and I then I convinced her to sneak ahead to where I was in line. She and I have a very familiar vibe right from the start, as if we'd known each other awhile. As we're going back and forth, I quickly realize that she is one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen. A personal 10. I find out some stuff about her, including that she goes to school in Georgia and is in town for Thanksgiving. We eventually make it to the front of the line. I let her go ahead of me to checkout, thinking that it's better she waits for me than the other way around, but I end up finishing before her at the other checkout stand and am the one forced to wait. I pretend to be on my phone and post up at the front of the store. She eventually finishes and comes up to me, and we talk for a bit. It feels electric. After a but she tells me she is with her brother and has a time constraint so she has to run, but is in town until Monday and is pretty free this weekend and would love to meet up with me. Doing my work for me, huh. I tell her that we can grab a coffee, get her number, and we part ways with a smile.
I text her that night, expecting her to reply right away, but she doesn't. I start to wonder if I totally misread her, but then I have the idea to check her contact info and sure enough she only gave me her first 9 digits. I call all the possible numbers that could be her real number, and send each a text saying it was nice meeting her and that she only gave me 9 digits of her number.
One of the numbers I reached out to hit its mark, and Emma sent a long reply an hour later saying how she is so sorry and she thinks she spelled her last name wrong too and is so glad I figured out her real number. I had someone else pretend to be Emma earlier, so I have her call me to verify it is her, even though I was almost positive. Honestly I just wanted to talk to her.
We talk for a bit, I tease her a little, and towards the end of the conversation tell her I'd love to hang out with her tonight but I already had plans (had another date). We agree to hang out the following day, Sunday.
I hadn't been so excited about a girl since Megan, the girl who first broke my heart almost three years ago. Sure, I've been really excited with girls since that original heartbreaker, but part (or most) of that excitement was always tied to some sense of accomplishment or milestone I had hit with that girl, like losing my virginity or my first street pull. With this girl, it was completely centered around her.
She later asked for my Insta, and then my SC. I told her I had neither, and asked if she wanted a picture of me or something. I sent her one, and had her send me one back. I receive her picture, and she looks gorgeous. Yeah, earlier definitely wasn't a fluke. I end the conversation and go to sleep after texting a few other girls lol.
I texted Emma at 10 AM the next day. She had brunch with her family so I suggested a Starbucks nearby my house, and that we could swing by my country club if we got hungry. I had the house to myself for once so it seemed like fate was smiling on me. Unfortunately, she texted me saying she was having dinner with her mom and sister and that she could only do coffee, but that she would be back winter break and we could hang out a lot more then. Although disappointed, I was cool about it, and we met for coffee at 4:15
I arrived before she did, and waited in my car until I saw her pull up. I gave her a big smile and hug. God she is so cute. We ordered the same thing and sat indoors. Emma is a great conversationalist. I'm used to having to be in total control of the conversation and do a lot of the work for the other party, but Emma is a natural.
We had a good conversation, but I was not anywhere near my capabilities. I was way too preoccupied trying to not be guarded, and then overcompensating by being too interested. I probably came across incongruous. Still, that chemistry was there, and we talked for about an hour. It is uncanny how much we have in common, or how alike we think. She seems pretty traditional, coming from a religious background. She had never been approached before, she told me. She had never had a boyfriend. She also said she didnt know anyone without social media. We talked about some other stuff too.
I then suggested we go for a walk, and I found a secluded spot where we watched the sun set. It was gorgeous, though I was too transfixed with Emma to care. We talked for a bit, I put my arm around her, and I made a moment and kissed her. Electric. I pulled back, we looked at each other, and she went back in again. I pulled back after a bit, smiled at her, and told her I wished she didn't have to leave. (She had to meet her mom at a restaurant around 6). She agreed and said we could hang out longer when she gets back in town. We talked a few minutes more, passionately made out for a little longer, and then I called it off and said let's go.
I walked her to her car and kissed her goodbye. My emotions were haywire driving away. Such a chaotic cocktail of antagonizing feelings, from ultra excitement over kissing her to sorrow since she was leaving to fear because I might never see her again. I went to my friends house and told him all about her, something I NEVER do.
I text Emma a little after 9, telling her it was really nice seeing her and to enjoy the rest of her stay and the early flight back. Surely she felt the magic I did, and has spent the past few hours wondering if she'll hear from me or if maybe she should text me first. She doesn't respond. I chalk it up to her going to bed early for her 3 AM flight, but of course there is that fear that she won't respond. I go home and text a few other girls including this really hot girl I met an hour before the girl I've been talking about. What the hell. It's not like i don't have any other options. I took a new girl to bed earlier this week. Yet here I am, losing my mind over One Special Girl who I had one coffee date with. Anyway, I go to bed with hopes I'll have a response waiting for me the next day. It takes me forever to fall asleep since I can't stop thinking about her. My life seems irrevocably different. Simplified. Nothing else mattered. I haven't felt that way in three years. Finally, i fall asleep.
I wake up this morning before my alarm, anxious to see if she replied.
No response.
Reveals a lot of holes in my game. A lot. I'd gotten real cocky these past few months, and broke through several plateaus. Doesn't matter now.
I shouldn't have gotten so caught up with a girl who is only in town for holidays, especially when I will be back in San Diego on the other side of the continent this January. Yet I couldn't help it. It feels like my game just went right out the window.
It doesn't hurt as much as it did the last time, maybe because this time around I gave it my best, and it wasn't the drawn out devastation like before, but God is it still so bad.
Writing this FR/FU was torture. I am so miserable right now. I dont care about any of the other girls in my life. It's been three years since I was so excited about someone, and now she's gone. I'm in a better place with girls than ever before, but what the hell is the point of it all if I can't have a girl like her?!?
...
(I wrote this part about an hour later)
I think I know what to do. Since losing that first Love at First Sight girl nearly three years ago, I have been too scared to go after girls who have that effect on me, and have deprived myself of relationships with girls who are perfect for me. I've gotten good with all other girls, but not the ones I, by far, value the highest. Recently breaking through several plateaus and the fact that I couldn't see Emma's face well before approaching her due to her cap got me over the gap, at least this time.
I never replaced Megan, that first girl who started all this madness. I came closest with my ex-gf Shanelle senior year of high school, the girl I lost my virginity to. And there were some really hot girls I hooked up with in college. But as much as I liked Shanelle, and hot as some of the girls I've been with are, I always liked Megan better. Finally I brought someone into my life who was a true rival to her, even if but for one night.
I need to attack this with everything I got. This has been eating at me for far too long. Gonna reread Chase's three articles on Love at First Sight, and double my approaching effort. I'm also gonna let my ego take a beating if need be.
As far as to why Emma didn't respond, i have a few ideas. The long distance thing, combined with my intensity, probably was a big part. I was incongruent at times. Maybe I shouldn't have kissed her since she is leaving, or further, maybe I should have treated the whole thing like an informational date and kept things very low key. That's probably it. Maybe after kissing her I should have let her know that I knew we probably shouldn't be kissing with her leaving and all, but I just can't help myself. Maybe I should have voiced how much I was into her so she doesn't think I do this with everyone. Maybe she doesnt want to encourage things since we live so far away. And perhaps she may end up texting me back at some point. There might still be a chance we see each other over Winter Break. But I'm not counting on it.
If you got this far, I greatly appreciate it and hope you found this report interesting. This has got to be the most important post I've put on here, by far. All feedback is very welcome. I don't want to solve all this stuff on my own.
Ambiance