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This happened a week ago (Sunday June 7).
Her: European with slavic roots, ~33, local
This beauty enters my awareness as I'm seated on a bench at the lake, sending out a vocal.
Introduction. Good long handclasp and eye contact. I immediately check her schedule—she's free for the day, so I invite her to a walk.
All in all, a pretty grim background from a seduction's perspective, but she's still following my lead so it's game on.
We've been together a couple hours now. Her cold, quiet demeanor tempts me many times to just grab her number and eject, but I'm playing to win.
We hear a small band playing somewhere nearby.
I grab her hand and pull her close to me. She caresses my fingers as we're crossing the street towards this little adventure.
Small crowded square, band in the middle. We secure a spot on the side. My arm goes around my gal's waist and pulls her even closer. I feel no resistance. I scout for a better spot and move us through the crowd. Now I'm posted at a wall and facing the band, while my girl is slightly leaning on me, my hand still on her hip. Perfect moment.
That's how it goes on for a few minutes: we watch the band, occasionally talking very close to each other. Like a couple of lovebirds... Or at least that's what I wanna think. She seems a bit distant and never makes strong eye contact.
I tell her I'm soon going back to my city. She offers to take me to the station, and even as far as the right platform.
As soon as we're there:
We create another couply moment as we're waiting for our train: I pull her close to me as I'm showing her something on my phone and share something about my family and personal history. When I put my phone back into my pocket, my arm is still around her waist and my hand on her hip. She's leaning with her pelvis and lower body against my raised leg.
Our faces are very close. I don't feel she's ready for a kiss—she never makes that kind of eye contact with me. It's also not the best moment logistics-wise, but I decide to go for it anyway cause fuck it. So I kiss her very close to her lips and then linger there. She turns her head and kisses back. Couple short kisses where I put my hand on her cheek and caress her hair, then pull away and look elsewhere.
Our train is slowly entering the station and arriving at the platform.
As soon as we hop in, she makes a 180.
She seems to have made up her mind. That's how it ends.
I suggest we keep in touch cause it's the only option left. She gives me her phone, waiting for me to put my number in. Instead of doing that, I hand my phone over to her and she inputs her digits.
We kiss goodbye.
Things quickly die out over text.
By sheer coincidence we cross paths again at the lake a week later, she avoids eye contact.
On the way back home I meet a cute, fit black gal in a tight yoga suit...
CONTEXT
Me: Caucasian European, 43, localHer: European with slavic roots, ~33, local
This beauty enters my awareness as I'm seated on a bench at the lake, sending out a vocal.
OPENING
She complies nicely to my pic opener. We're wearing similar caps, so I compliment her on that.Introduction. Good long handclasp and eye contact. I immediately check her schedule—she's free for the day, so I invite her to a walk.
INSTADATE
Nothing too crazy here—we bounce a couple locations, grab drinks and bond on some topics and in general on the way we live life. She's an interesting gal, quiet and introverted, and very much into spiritual experiences. She had troubled relationships, first with her father and then with men in general (she went through some rough shit) and she tells me she's slowly been exploring homosexuality lately. Her last breakup was almost a decade ago... Dude was not nice.All in all, a pretty grim background from a seduction's perspective, but she's still following my lead so it's game on.
We've been together a couple hours now. Her cold, quiet demeanor tempts me many times to just grab her number and eject, but I'm playing to win.
We hear a small band playing somewhere nearby.
I grab her hand and pull her close to me. She caresses my fingers as we're crossing the street towards this little adventure.
Small crowded square, band in the middle. We secure a spot on the side. My arm goes around my gal's waist and pulls her even closer. I feel no resistance. I scout for a better spot and move us through the crowd. Now I'm posted at a wall and facing the band, while my girl is slightly leaning on me, my hand still on her hip. Perfect moment.
That's how it goes on for a few minutes: we watch the band, occasionally talking very close to each other. Like a couple of lovebirds... Or at least that's what I wanna think. She seems a bit distant and never makes strong eye contact.
PULLING
I've let a woman's perceived coldness throw me off many times in the past, so this time I just wanna focus on leadership and compliance, while letting touch and proximity take care of comfort and arousal.I tell her I'm soon going back to my city. She offers to take me to the station, and even as far as the right platform.
As soon as we're there:
We create another couply moment as we're waiting for our train: I pull her close to me as I'm showing her something on my phone and share something about my family and personal history. When I put my phone back into my pocket, my arm is still around her waist and my hand on her hip. She's leaning with her pelvis and lower body against my raised leg.
Our faces are very close. I don't feel she's ready for a kiss—she never makes that kind of eye contact with me. It's also not the best moment logistics-wise, but I decide to go for it anyway cause fuck it. So I kiss her very close to her lips and then linger there. She turns her head and kisses back. Couple short kisses where I put my hand on her cheek and caress her hair, then pull away and look elsewhere.
Our train is slowly entering the station and arriving at the platform.
PULLING BACK
Train doors open in front of us.As soon as we hop in, she makes a 180.
She seems to have made up her mind. That's how it ends.
I suggest we keep in touch cause it's the only option left. She gives me her phone, waiting for me to put my number in. Instead of doing that, I hand my phone over to her and she inputs her digits.
We kiss goodbye.
Things quickly die out over text.
By sheer coincidence we cross paths again at the lake a week later, she avoids eye contact.
On the way back home I meet a cute, fit black gal in a tight yoga suit...
TAKEAWAYS
Lately I've been forcing myself not to read too much into a situation like this. Was it the kiss, coupled with her troubled history with men, that made her decide against us? Or was she never really contemplating coming to my city anyway?
