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Last night I got invited by a hippy chick over to her house, and basically we both knew it was for sex. I even verified it, just to be sure, by using an inside joke about cumming inside her. Yep. She definitely knew the score.
I get there after like a half hour drive and she comes out and gives me a big hug and is open for a kiss, but I don't go for it cuz I can tell something is amiss.
She's wearing a gray, ankle length skirt and a white shirt with no bra. Did I tell you this chick has amazing boobs? Yeah -- kinda distracting...
But then she says: "Don't be mad, but my friends are over."
Alright...
It's a guy and a girl. The girl is cool, and the guy is decent enough -- but it's clear from the get-go that he's really into the girl I came here to meet (later in the night he's professing his undying love and I think he offered her his typewriter, to sing for her, and all sorts of other things including his manhood at intervals throughout the night). Despite that, he's really not a bad dude. Just young (he's like 20) and stupid. He also just so happens to be VERY jealous, as he's her neighbor (he lives in a shack next door and spends a lot of time here apparently) and has been fucking her for at least a month now (it's a: she's on the rebound and he was the only guy around kind of thing).
The girl calls herself polyamorous, and I'm wondering what exactly I just got myself into here. We sit around and listen to some recordings -- the girl is just sharing all sorts of videos on topics from Hinduism, cold war submarines, misogyny, etc. It was odd, cuz she'd listen to one for like a minute and then move onto something new and anytime someone would try and say something she'd turn it up or talk over them. Total space-case.
I'm just chilling, sipping on a watered down whiskey with a lime in it, considering whether I should just go home, but I decide that I'll just stay and see what happens.
A bit later, we're all sitting around the wood fire stove and the girl I came for is cuddled up against me and is reading to us all. The guy is pouting and throwing out challenges to me, and she notices it and calls him out on it, then swoops over to comfort him. Unfortunately, I think she also went to him because I failed to not sound like an egotist when trying to explain abundance mentality in the context of our conversation.
She apologizes for something else but the subtext is that she apologizes for playing with him by having me there (and also a slight at me for saying that "the attitude is that I can have any girl I want!" -- which they mistook as me saying "I can have any girl I want!"), then starts trying to goad him to fuck her in front of us, and me and the other girl mostly ignore them and get into our own conversation (this girl I'm not attracted to though). They stop for a bit and she comes back and snuggles against me some more, then reads a poem from some Russian poet I showed her some time ago to the others to show solidarity with me -- which of course... makes the guy even more jealous.
He's playing with his knife now and asking me about my martial arts background. I've got enough experience to know that this guy isn't dangerous though -- at least just yet. But who knows what a drunk, jealous kid will do when slighted by his lover.
I casually point out to the girl that maybe her polyamorous dating style seems to be mostly because she likes power games -- like a Queen Victoria sort of thing -- but the girls dismiss it as "a very masculine way of looking at things."
She leaps back on the other guy again and she's trying to get him to fuck her in front of us once more. Me and the other girl make "come on..." eyes at one another, and we eventually just migrate to another room to listen to some of her music and chat away from this stupid game the girl is playing.
When we do that the other two go upstairs and have sex. After a bit I grow tired and more drunk and walk upstairs to where the bed I'm supposed to sleep in is, but it's just one big open room up there, so I have to walk past them fucking -- lights on and totally bare.
"Hello." I say, as I walk by. They are a little embarrassed, which kind of surprised me, as the girl had been so voyeur-esque before.
I'm not particularly phased. However, that doesn't mean I'm a huge fan of listening to other people fuck -- especially when I had been planning to be fuck one of them -- so I go downstairs and settle myself on the couch. Then I decide I should just drive home.
Go out and get in my car, but the wooded neighborhood (more just a dark snowy forest, really) is all winds and turns, and like something out of some odd Gothic novel I just keep coming back to where I started. "Okay..." I'm thinking. "Clearly I'm too disoriented to find my way out of this situation."
I go back.
But when I pull up I see that the lights are on and that they are all up and walking around again. WTF?
The front door wont open (we are all pushing and pulling from both sides) so I go in the back door, and when I go in I see that the chick I came here to fuck is just walking around the house completely naked now.
Did I mention how hot she is?
"We were worried about you" she says.
"I just needed to go for a drive. Get out of the house. You know me -- always on the go!" I laugh.
I'm too tired to do a particularly convincing job to mask my annoyance, though. She's got a fantastic body, but honestly, she's a pretty shitty host.
We listen to some more music, and I'm reclining on the couch again and eventually everyone goes back to bed. "I love you both!" she says, as she turns off the lights.
After a bit she sneaks up behind me and grabs my head -- "Do you want to sleep in a bed?" she asks.
"Sure."
"Not my bed though." She says.
"Okay. Actually, come to think of it, I think I'm fine here." I wave her away and try and go to sleep.
The dude then comes up to me: "Hey man, you want to sleep in a bed?"
WTF? I'm thinking. "No. Go away." He leaves.
I sleep for a couple hours then wake up with the sun. I relax on the couch for a bit, mulling over the events of the previous night, and then get in my car and drive to the library (it was a lot easier to get out of that labyrinth with the sun up), where I am now writing this report.
Conclusions
This kinda shit happens surprisingly often to me. It must be something I'm doing that gets girls thinking: "I'm going to let this guy lead me all the way to the point where we'd have sex, and then set it up so sex is unlikely to happen unless he does something drastic." It's like, maybe things just move too smoothly for me early on and they feel like I'm not invested enough? Maybe if I upped my overt sexuality, or made myself seem dumber (at least earlier on), they'd be less likely to pull something like this or put up crazy amounts of resistance? I think there also might be an element where I'm still not putting off enough of a lover vibe.
It feels like I'm so close to getting down this skill-set. It's pretty easy for me to get girls -- at least all the way up to the last 5% that is. But then either I do or say something stupid or something comes from left field and throws us off track. One big thing I need to get better at is just going with the flow and not taking on the analytically "teacher" role so much. I've on multiple occasions cock-blocked myself by getting drunk and slipping into an analytical mindset. So no more drinking for me (at least in situations where there's a girl I want to have sex with involved).
Last night actually wasn't that bad -- it was mildly interesting -- kinda like a second-rate movie except real life. The scenery was good, both outside and inside the house, but I'm a little disappointed that we didn't have sex. Too bad for both of us. On to the next one!
-Howell
I get there after like a half hour drive and she comes out and gives me a big hug and is open for a kiss, but I don't go for it cuz I can tell something is amiss.
She's wearing a gray, ankle length skirt and a white shirt with no bra. Did I tell you this chick has amazing boobs? Yeah -- kinda distracting...
But then she says: "Don't be mad, but my friends are over."
Alright...
It's a guy and a girl. The girl is cool, and the guy is decent enough -- but it's clear from the get-go that he's really into the girl I came here to meet (later in the night he's professing his undying love and I think he offered her his typewriter, to sing for her, and all sorts of other things including his manhood at intervals throughout the night). Despite that, he's really not a bad dude. Just young (he's like 20) and stupid. He also just so happens to be VERY jealous, as he's her neighbor (he lives in a shack next door and spends a lot of time here apparently) and has been fucking her for at least a month now (it's a: she's on the rebound and he was the only guy around kind of thing).
The girl calls herself polyamorous, and I'm wondering what exactly I just got myself into here. We sit around and listen to some recordings -- the girl is just sharing all sorts of videos on topics from Hinduism, cold war submarines, misogyny, etc. It was odd, cuz she'd listen to one for like a minute and then move onto something new and anytime someone would try and say something she'd turn it up or talk over them. Total space-case.
I'm just chilling, sipping on a watered down whiskey with a lime in it, considering whether I should just go home, but I decide that I'll just stay and see what happens.
A bit later, we're all sitting around the wood fire stove and the girl I came for is cuddled up against me and is reading to us all. The guy is pouting and throwing out challenges to me, and she notices it and calls him out on it, then swoops over to comfort him. Unfortunately, I think she also went to him because I failed to not sound like an egotist when trying to explain abundance mentality in the context of our conversation.
She apologizes for something else but the subtext is that she apologizes for playing with him by having me there (and also a slight at me for saying that "the attitude is that I can have any girl I want!" -- which they mistook as me saying "I can have any girl I want!"), then starts trying to goad him to fuck her in front of us, and me and the other girl mostly ignore them and get into our own conversation (this girl I'm not attracted to though). They stop for a bit and she comes back and snuggles against me some more, then reads a poem from some Russian poet I showed her some time ago to the others to show solidarity with me -- which of course... makes the guy even more jealous.
He's playing with his knife now and asking me about my martial arts background. I've got enough experience to know that this guy isn't dangerous though -- at least just yet. But who knows what a drunk, jealous kid will do when slighted by his lover.
I casually point out to the girl that maybe her polyamorous dating style seems to be mostly because she likes power games -- like a Queen Victoria sort of thing -- but the girls dismiss it as "a very masculine way of looking at things."
She leaps back on the other guy again and she's trying to get him to fuck her in front of us once more. Me and the other girl make "come on..." eyes at one another, and we eventually just migrate to another room to listen to some of her music and chat away from this stupid game the girl is playing.
When we do that the other two go upstairs and have sex. After a bit I grow tired and more drunk and walk upstairs to where the bed I'm supposed to sleep in is, but it's just one big open room up there, so I have to walk past them fucking -- lights on and totally bare.
"Hello." I say, as I walk by. They are a little embarrassed, which kind of surprised me, as the girl had been so voyeur-esque before.
I'm not particularly phased. However, that doesn't mean I'm a huge fan of listening to other people fuck -- especially when I had been planning to be fuck one of them -- so I go downstairs and settle myself on the couch. Then I decide I should just drive home.
Go out and get in my car, but the wooded neighborhood (more just a dark snowy forest, really) is all winds and turns, and like something out of some odd Gothic novel I just keep coming back to where I started. "Okay..." I'm thinking. "Clearly I'm too disoriented to find my way out of this situation."
I go back.
But when I pull up I see that the lights are on and that they are all up and walking around again. WTF?
The front door wont open (we are all pushing and pulling from both sides) so I go in the back door, and when I go in I see that the chick I came here to fuck is just walking around the house completely naked now.
Did I mention how hot she is?
"We were worried about you" she says.
"I just needed to go for a drive. Get out of the house. You know me -- always on the go!" I laugh.
I'm too tired to do a particularly convincing job to mask my annoyance, though. She's got a fantastic body, but honestly, she's a pretty shitty host.
We listen to some more music, and I'm reclining on the couch again and eventually everyone goes back to bed. "I love you both!" she says, as she turns off the lights.
After a bit she sneaks up behind me and grabs my head -- "Do you want to sleep in a bed?" she asks.
"Sure."
"Not my bed though." She says.
"Okay. Actually, come to think of it, I think I'm fine here." I wave her away and try and go to sleep.
The dude then comes up to me: "Hey man, you want to sleep in a bed?"
WTF? I'm thinking. "No. Go away." He leaves.
I sleep for a couple hours then wake up with the sun. I relax on the couch for a bit, mulling over the events of the previous night, and then get in my car and drive to the library (it was a lot easier to get out of that labyrinth with the sun up), where I am now writing this report.
Conclusions
This kinda shit happens surprisingly often to me. It must be something I'm doing that gets girls thinking: "I'm going to let this guy lead me all the way to the point where we'd have sex, and then set it up so sex is unlikely to happen unless he does something drastic." It's like, maybe things just move too smoothly for me early on and they feel like I'm not invested enough? Maybe if I upped my overt sexuality, or made myself seem dumber (at least earlier on), they'd be less likely to pull something like this or put up crazy amounts of resistance? I think there also might be an element where I'm still not putting off enough of a lover vibe.
It feels like I'm so close to getting down this skill-set. It's pretty easy for me to get girls -- at least all the way up to the last 5% that is. But then either I do or say something stupid or something comes from left field and throws us off track. One big thing I need to get better at is just going with the flow and not taking on the analytically "teacher" role so much. I've on multiple occasions cock-blocked myself by getting drunk and slipping into an analytical mindset. So no more drinking for me (at least in situations where there's a girl I want to have sex with involved).
Last night actually wasn't that bad -- it was mildly interesting -- kinda like a second-rate movie except real life. The scenery was good, both outside and inside the house, but I'm a little disappointed that we didn't have sex. Too bad for both of us. On to the next one!
-Howell
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