The way I met is one of those things which made me reflect today: we exchanged a few emails as I was interested in a real estate property and then proposed a lunch.
We couldn't make lunch and it was EXTREMELY easy to transition to a drink-date thing.
The same is happening with another girl I had met for a viewing.
What made me reflect is that when you come from a position of safety (a customer with a job) and good value (a guy who interested in buying a flat), getting dates is so incredibly easier than street game.
Anyway, I'll keep it short: I meet this real estate woman for drink and sushi, we talk about everything and we speak a lot about life and dating dynamics (mostly me explaining her).
As we then move towards my place a thoughts keeps bugging me: I finished all condoms. We stop at a supermarket and we both know I'm looking for condoms even though I keep calling it "need to get chewing gum". As we resume walking towards home it's all a lot of jokes about innuendos of the customer-agent relationship and the wine we are going to drink.
She even suggests a late night shop might have condoms.
But here's the thing: joke and reality don't mix well.
Once I indeed stop at a late market shop on the way and ask her to wait outside as I buy the "chewing gum", all changes.
Now as she waits outside alone, probably thinking what a slut she is (she's married), she's not so willing to come to my place for the "real estate assessment" we were joking about.
Now there's no plausible deniability.
Now the resistances are not on a humorous level anymore, she calls it on the carpet that I was buying "rubbers".
And a few meters after the shop, she doesn't go forward anymore.
She still likes me a lot till the point she says tomorrow she would cook for me (she's often alone with the husband being a pilot), but I'm having none of that shit and tells her it's now or never.
She turns back.
Lost her because I bought condoms on the way.
LESSONS LEARNED:
Have your condoms home
.
We couldn't make lunch and it was EXTREMELY easy to transition to a drink-date thing.
The same is happening with another girl I had met for a viewing.
What made me reflect is that when you come from a position of safety (a customer with a job) and good value (a guy who interested in buying a flat), getting dates is so incredibly easier than street game.
Anyway, I'll keep it short: I meet this real estate woman for drink and sushi, we talk about everything and we speak a lot about life and dating dynamics (mostly me explaining her).
As we then move towards my place a thoughts keeps bugging me: I finished all condoms. We stop at a supermarket and we both know I'm looking for condoms even though I keep calling it "need to get chewing gum". As we resume walking towards home it's all a lot of jokes about innuendos of the customer-agent relationship and the wine we are going to drink.
She even suggests a late night shop might have condoms.
But here's the thing: joke and reality don't mix well.
Once I indeed stop at a late market shop on the way and ask her to wait outside as I buy the "chewing gum", all changes.
Now as she waits outside alone, probably thinking what a slut she is (she's married), she's not so willing to come to my place for the "real estate assessment" we were joking about.
Now there's no plausible deniability.
Now the resistances are not on a humorous level anymore, she calls it on the carpet that I was buying "rubbers".
And a few meters after the shop, she doesn't go forward anymore.
She still likes me a lot till the point she says tomorrow she would cook for me (she's often alone with the husband being a pilot), but I'm having none of that shit and tells her it's now or never.
She turns back.
Lost her because I bought condoms on the way.
LESSONS LEARNED:
Have your condoms home
.
