So, I met this girl online back in December. Though technically it was from online, this lay report shouldn’t be counted as a typical “online game” success, because of the **six-month gap**.
We had a **great first date**, but due to logistics, I couldn’t lay her that day.
### The First Drop-off
We had this conversation over text before I stopped messaging her: like we were texting after our first date for second date over 2 weeks and her replies started becoming more and more dry
So I finally pushed for it and this is how it went
She said, *"I'm not interested in a relationship. A lot is going on in my life."*
I replied, *"Did I ask for a relationship?"*
She said, *"No."*
I said, *"Did I say I want to fuck you?"*
She again said, *"No."*
After a few more back-and-forths like this, she said, *"Ahh I’m sorry."*
I replied, *"Okay, enjoy. Let’s talk once you’re settled or something."*
After that, I didn’t text her for 2–3 months.
### The Resurrection
One day, I was feeling really horny and thought, "Let’s just shoot my shot."
So I texted:
**Me:**
*Heyy wssup?
Was busy with work and travelling
— just got back… wbu?*
**She:**
*Heyy.
I genuinely thought you might not reach out again.
Completed my fourth year and enjoying temporary unemployment haha.*
(Good reply — not cold at all.)
We texted a bit more. I casually mentioned that the weather was good and I might feel like taking her out.
She replied: *“That would be lovely.”*
(Again, green signal.)
The convo died out due to some reason I don’t remember.
Later, we exchanged some morning emojis and had occasional small talk — mostly about shows, but nothing meaningful.
### The Psychology Hook
One day, feeling bored and flirty, I decided to leverage her background in psychology and playfully got her to "diagnose" me.
She played along — replies were dry, not flirty, but she kept replying, which was enough.
I ran two conversation threads in parallel — one about watching a movie, and one with her playing my therapist.
She seemed curious why I asked her out for a movie instead of going with friends.
I said I thought she’d be good company.
We tentatively planned for Saturday, but she said she was busy, so again I let the conversation die.
### The Late-Night Mass Text
Last night, I randomly sent
to every girl on my phone at 2 AM.
She replied in the morning:
*Hi.*
I woke up and replied: *“Sup — not feeling like going to work.”*
She asked what my plans were. I said I was just in bed.
She said she was feeling like bunking work too.
I replied: *“That’s two of us.”*
She said: *“Then tell me the plan.”*
Now she lives far away, and I **hate going far**, since pulling girls back gets harder.
So I probed her mood — she said *“I’m down for anything.”*
I suggested an **arcade near my place**.
After some back and forth, she agreed.
I asked her to get down at a station close to me so we could go together.
---
### The Meet-Up
Once we met, I told her I hadn’t had breakfast yet.
She said she’d wait while I ate.
We walked around near my place. I casually showed her my apartment from the outside and then had lunch at a nearby café.
She was talking a lot — I let her talk.
Asked her 2–3 times if she wanted a drink, but she refused.
Still, the vibe was **good and friendly**. It felt like she wasn’t in a hurry to leave.
I said: *“I really want a drink — you cool with that?”*
She said: *“Okay.”*
I said I didn’t know any bars nearby and couldn’t go to the famous one since someone from my office might see me.
So I asked, *“Can we drink at my place?”*
She said: *“Cool.”*
---
### At My Place
I was a bit hesitant during the whole seduction because there was **no flirty vibe**. She wasn’t giving me much to work with.
Still, I kept moving forward.
We picked up drinks and went to my apartment.
I gave her a **full tour** to make her feel comfortable.
Then we smoked on the terrace.
She took a picture of me (a sign of auto-investment, though I forgot to reward it).
She said: *“I like this place enough that we can just stay.”*
(Exactly what I wanted.)
We chatted about random stuff for a while.
Then I took her to my room. The plan was to drink beer and watch a movie.
Instead, I played a stand-up comedy set I enjoy.
It had **offbeat humor** — she got comfortable and started enjoying it too.
15–20 minutes in, I paused the show and started talking slowly.
I noticed her **biting her lips**.
We were sitting far apart — it didn’t feel natural to kiss her — but I said *fuck it*, leaned in, and **manhandled a kiss**.
She resisted at first, then kissed me back a bit, but I pulled away — there was no passion in it.
We resumed watching the show like nothing happened.
I was short on time — she’d be leaving in an hour.
I went to the washroom, paused the show, hoping she’d change her position on the bed for easier escalation, but she didn’t.
We resumed the show.
Out of nowhere, she said: *“I’ll leave in 30 mins, if that’s okay.”*
I said: *“Okay.”*
(What else could I say?)
I read this as a cue: **“Move now if you want anything.”**
So I suggested another cigarette break — didn’t want her overstimulated from the show.
We shared a smoke. Then back inside.
Still **no signs from her**.
We resumed the show. She commented that the female character looked bored.
I felt like she was hinting that she was bored too.
So I skipped through the show quickly.
Still, there was no proximity — same distance, same posture.
I said **fuck it** again and **forced another kiss**.
This time, I **laid her down**, started kissing her neck too.
Suddenly she stopped and said:
*“I thought you weren’t interested.”*
I replied: *“What do you think now?”*
Then I **escalated**.
Shut the laptop, pulled her on my lap, removed her top and bra.
More kissing.
Then I humped her, went for her pants — she **stopped me**.
**LMR**, but felt like token resistance.
I played with her boobs, kissed her more, got her to grab my dick — now she was **hornier**.
I tried to remove her pants again — she stopped me once more.
So I **fingered her** through the pants.
Eventually, she said she wasn’t shaved.
I said I didn’t mind.
She let me eat her and **removed the pants**.
I asked her to remove mine, teased her with my dick, asked for a blowjob — she refused.
I teased her more.
She asked if I had a condom.
I said: *“I’m having more fun like this.”*
Then I made her say she wanted my dick — **again and again**.
Finally, I **fucked her**.
---
### The Sex
Sex wasn’t great.
She hadn’t had sex in a year. At one point, she said she was feeling **overwhelmed**.
I said, *“Okay,”* and stopped. Offered to cuddle instead.
She was too passive. I prefer aggressive women in bed.
I *think* she had an orgasm, but she had to go soon after.
Probably has some trauma from the past — everything happened in 15 mins, so her state control made sense.
She apologized a few times.
I was like, *“Why sorry?”*
I told her to say *thanks* instead — I enjoy being dominant.
I smoked, talked a bit more, built some **similarity** so she wouldn’t feel buyer’s remorse and might become a **repeat customer**.
---
## Final Thoughts
**Key for this LR:** I just **kept pushing ahead**.
This was **pure compliance**. She gave me escalation windows, but not enthusiastically — her **body wanted it**, but not her **brain**.
No similarity, not much arousal on my part either.
Just constant, measured forward movement.
I’m genuinely **proud of my texting game** — it set the stage for this.
We had a **great first date**, but due to logistics, I couldn’t lay her that day.
### The First Drop-off
We had this conversation over text before I stopped messaging her: like we were texting after our first date for second date over 2 weeks and her replies started becoming more and more dry
So I finally pushed for it and this is how it went
She said, *"I'm not interested in a relationship. A lot is going on in my life."*
I replied, *"Did I ask for a relationship?"*
She said, *"No."*
I said, *"Did I say I want to fuck you?"*
She again said, *"No."*
After a few more back-and-forths like this, she said, *"Ahh I’m sorry."*
I replied, *"Okay, enjoy. Let’s talk once you’re settled or something."*
After that, I didn’t text her for 2–3 months.
### The Resurrection
One day, I was feeling really horny and thought, "Let’s just shoot my shot."
So I texted:
**Me:**
*Heyy wssup?
Was busy with work and travelling

**She:**
*Heyy.
I genuinely thought you might not reach out again.
Completed my fourth year and enjoying temporary unemployment haha.*
(Good reply — not cold at all.)
We texted a bit more. I casually mentioned that the weather was good and I might feel like taking her out.
She replied: *“That would be lovely.”*
(Again, green signal.)
The convo died out due to some reason I don’t remember.
Later, we exchanged some morning emojis and had occasional small talk — mostly about shows, but nothing meaningful.
### The Psychology Hook
One day, feeling bored and flirty, I decided to leverage her background in psychology and playfully got her to "diagnose" me.
She played along — replies were dry, not flirty, but she kept replying, which was enough.
I ran two conversation threads in parallel — one about watching a movie, and one with her playing my therapist.
She seemed curious why I asked her out for a movie instead of going with friends.
I said I thought she’d be good company.
We tentatively planned for Saturday, but she said she was busy, so again I let the conversation die.
### The Late-Night Mass Text
Last night, I randomly sent

She replied in the morning:
*Hi.*
I woke up and replied: *“Sup — not feeling like going to work.”*
She asked what my plans were. I said I was just in bed.
She said she was feeling like bunking work too.
I replied: *“That’s two of us.”*
She said: *“Then tell me the plan.”*
Now she lives far away, and I **hate going far**, since pulling girls back gets harder.
So I probed her mood — she said *“I’m down for anything.”*
I suggested an **arcade near my place**.
After some back and forth, she agreed.
I asked her to get down at a station close to me so we could go together.
---
### The Meet-Up
Once we met, I told her I hadn’t had breakfast yet.
She said she’d wait while I ate.
We walked around near my place. I casually showed her my apartment from the outside and then had lunch at a nearby café.
She was talking a lot — I let her talk.
Asked her 2–3 times if she wanted a drink, but she refused.
Still, the vibe was **good and friendly**. It felt like she wasn’t in a hurry to leave.
I said: *“I really want a drink — you cool with that?”*
She said: *“Okay.”*
I said I didn’t know any bars nearby and couldn’t go to the famous one since someone from my office might see me.
So I asked, *“Can we drink at my place?”*
She said: *“Cool.”*
---
### At My Place
I was a bit hesitant during the whole seduction because there was **no flirty vibe**. She wasn’t giving me much to work with.
Still, I kept moving forward.
We picked up drinks and went to my apartment.
I gave her a **full tour** to make her feel comfortable.
Then we smoked on the terrace.
She took a picture of me (a sign of auto-investment, though I forgot to reward it).
She said: *“I like this place enough that we can just stay.”*
(Exactly what I wanted.)
We chatted about random stuff for a while.
Then I took her to my room. The plan was to drink beer and watch a movie.
Instead, I played a stand-up comedy set I enjoy.
It had **offbeat humor** — she got comfortable and started enjoying it too.
15–20 minutes in, I paused the show and started talking slowly.
I noticed her **biting her lips**.
We were sitting far apart — it didn’t feel natural to kiss her — but I said *fuck it*, leaned in, and **manhandled a kiss**.
She resisted at first, then kissed me back a bit, but I pulled away — there was no passion in it.
We resumed watching the show like nothing happened.
I was short on time — she’d be leaving in an hour.
I went to the washroom, paused the show, hoping she’d change her position on the bed for easier escalation, but she didn’t.
We resumed the show.
Out of nowhere, she said: *“I’ll leave in 30 mins, if that’s okay.”*
I said: *“Okay.”*
(What else could I say?)
I read this as a cue: **“Move now if you want anything.”**
So I suggested another cigarette break — didn’t want her overstimulated from the show.
We shared a smoke. Then back inside.
Still **no signs from her**.
We resumed the show. She commented that the female character looked bored.
I felt like she was hinting that she was bored too.
So I skipped through the show quickly.
Still, there was no proximity — same distance, same posture.
I said **fuck it** again and **forced another kiss**.
This time, I **laid her down**, started kissing her neck too.
Suddenly she stopped and said:
*“I thought you weren’t interested.”*
I replied: *“What do you think now?”*
Then I **escalated**.
Shut the laptop, pulled her on my lap, removed her top and bra.
More kissing.
Then I humped her, went for her pants — she **stopped me**.
**LMR**, but felt like token resistance.
I played with her boobs, kissed her more, got her to grab my dick — now she was **hornier**.
I tried to remove her pants again — she stopped me once more.
So I **fingered her** through the pants.
Eventually, she said she wasn’t shaved.
I said I didn’t mind.
She let me eat her and **removed the pants**.
I asked her to remove mine, teased her with my dick, asked for a blowjob — she refused.
I teased her more.
She asked if I had a condom.
I said: *“I’m having more fun like this.”*
Then I made her say she wanted my dick — **again and again**.
Finally, I **fucked her**.
---
### The Sex
Sex wasn’t great.
She hadn’t had sex in a year. At one point, she said she was feeling **overwhelmed**.
I said, *“Okay,”* and stopped. Offered to cuddle instead.
She was too passive. I prefer aggressive women in bed.
I *think* she had an orgasm, but she had to go soon after.
Probably has some trauma from the past — everything happened in 15 mins, so her state control made sense.
She apologized a few times.
I was like, *“Why sorry?”*
I told her to say *thanks* instead — I enjoy being dominant.
I smoked, talked a bit more, built some **similarity** so she wouldn’t feel buyer’s remorse and might become a **repeat customer**.
---
## Final Thoughts
**Key for this LR:** I just **kept pushing ahead**.
This was **pure compliance**. She gave me escalation windows, but not enthusiastically — her **body wanted it**, but not her **brain**.
No similarity, not much arousal on my part either.
Just constant, measured forward movement.
I’m genuinely **proud of my texting game** — it set the stage for this.