Yesterday I was invited to another house party.
I felt really good because I recently began a new low back rehabilitation regimen under a licensed coach specialized in low back issues and the changes I've started implementing, aside from twice-daily exercises, have so far borne fruit in terms of longer periods of pain-free disposition.
Aside from that, yesterday my manager bought lunch for the team, and we went to this expensive joint, and it was a great time.
So I arrived at the party feeling like a million dollars. As soon as I walked in around 10 p.m. (it had started at 9), this svelte black-haired girl with meaty lips came up to say hi. She was bedecked in a stylish kimono.
She said she was Polish. I asked her if she'd seen this new Polish picture that's doing the rounds (has won an award at Cannes), and how my Polish friend had invited me to watch it but I had said I had a house party to go to.
Shortly after this one of the two guys who live there (the one who invited me) came up to say hi. We hugged. He asked me how I was doing and I said I was doing great. Then he said his country was playing soccer (it's the world cup rn) and that they were watching it upstairs. So I told Polish I'd BRB and went upstairs to catch the end of the match.
I sat watching the match for about an hour surrounded by a couple of dudes, chatting while sipping my two short beer cans. Then the match ended and I stayed upstairs chatting with the recent arrivals. Upstairs was also the smoking area (downstairs was the dance floor), so I smoked a Marlboro and even had one or two tokes off a doobie a bit later. I was chatting with a sexy Italian girl whose boyfriend was there and never really left her side, with some intelligent Italian dudes who were here visiting for the first time, and eventually with a Dutch guy and a German friend of mine.
Eventually, Polish reappeared, to smoke a cigarette herself. So after I was done chatting with the sexy Italian girl, I went back to her. And we continued our conversation. I told her, at one point, that I liked Polish girls, "because they are feminine, and it is very attractive." She didn't try to deny this fact (in retrospect I could have gone a bit further and set other, better frames, like "non-judgemental and passionate.") She was contrasting Polish with girls from my country (her housemate is from my country), so we spoke about that for a bit. I also complimented her kimono.
At this point, we started chatting with some people, and she held my waist. I held hers back. After a bit, I went downstairs to get some mulled wine. I whispered in her ear that I was going to do that and that I'd be back.
When I came back she was chatting with some girls and I didn't interrupt, starting chatting with other people. She then went downstairs without telling me anything and I fought back the urge to follow her down. Then she came back and held my waist again. At that point, it was a done deal. I isolated her slightly from my buddy and the French dude we were chatting with, and a hot but brief makeout ensued. She was delicious. We chatted with them a bit more and then made out a bit again. Then she went downstairs. I stayed upstairs and then went downstairs to get some water.
There I bumped into a ginger Italian bae. Could have made out straight away, as it was around 1.30 a.m. at this point, the lights were out, and people were dancing about. I was also in a flow state. Didn't seize that moment though, as I was worried Polish would see me. Better to have a bird in your hand than to see two flying. I then went to Polish and tried to extract her home, but she said she had come with her girlfriend so couldn't leave without her (a girl I know). The truth is that girl was there with her boyfriend, and I suspect Polish had gotten there by herself, since that girl wasn't there when I arrived, and Polish was already there.
So I invited her to come to a party with me today (another house party I was invited to), she gave me her number, and I left.
But of course, taking this girl to another house party (especially far from my place) will get me nowhere nearer to the goal of fucking her, and now that I've already made out with her, I've already given her the validation hit she was looking for, and I've also already shown her my hand. It will be damage control to try to hijack the usual beta male three-date courtship circus at this point. She holds the frame.