Dates, etcetera

It’s good to notice that my sticking points are moving from one thing to another. At one point in time it was staying in the set; at another, it was number closing; more recently I bragged to Papa that I held the world-record for most screwed-up k-closes.

My problems of late have been higher-quality. Kissing isn’t an issue anymore; making out is less of one than it used to be. My recent sticking point is getting the girls home or on a D2, and escalating past making out. It’s not a bad one to have, considering it’s what’s right before getting laid with consistency.

That said, it’s about 8 months into the Game and I am yet to have my first lay from a cold-approach (though I’ve had a fair-share of opportunities).

Today I went on a LONG D2 with a girl I cold approached waaay back in April. It was my first really solid connection/set with another person. Also, she was my first D2 ever. It went okay, but at the time kissing was a huge issue, and I went for it but she said “No.” When I tried the Mister E kiss close gambit. She said to me as I was leaving her then “Call me.” But I was thinking “yeah right I’m not going to be this girl’s tool!!!” And so I didn’t.

Two months later I noticed she was in my phone and gave her a random text message. She said she had wondered what I’ve been up to.

Last time I saw this girl, I was with another D2 who I took by a bar HBAmanda and her friends were at, to socially proof myself to HBJapanese and HBAmanda at the same time.

I texted her today to have coffee with me, and we met up at Barnes & Noble at about 2pm. We walked to Wholefoods and she bought me a coffee because the machines were down. I talked about everything; the last few crazy adventures I’ve been on, my lady troubles with HBVanessa, everything. Just shooting the breeze. My goal was to come off as uninterested in her. It was difficult because she has a bangin’ body that I just want to put my hands all over.

After telling her about how RAD HBVanessa is, and about my dilemma with her, I said we should go for a walk. I was getting tired of the interaction and wasn’t sure how long I could go for, but decided to try to bounce her back to my place now that I’m living in the East Village.

We walked and talked and talked and talked and wandered into several stores, entertaining ourselves, looking at odd clothing merchandise, etc. Kino was very minimal, but present. I was still trying to be non-sexual with her.

Eventually we were looking for an internet café so I could check my email for a job I’m supposed to be doing (supposed to be doing it right now, actually). Anyway, I didn’t have a really good reason to get her to my place, other than I told myself I wasn’t going to do anything. At some point I said “we’re in my neighborhood! Come on, I have to drop off my bag, I’ll show you my place.”

I wanted her to walk upstairs in front of me so I could smack her ass, but no dice.

We walked around, I showed her some crazy clothes I have, she wanted to see drawings, etc. We were going to leave but it didn’t happen for some time. I sat down and played some guitar for her, then she tried to play some from me. Dude, playing music really IS money for chicks.

At some point for some reason no deeper than “I wanted to,” I picked her up caveman style and had her giggling. When I put her down her nipples were hard. Nice, I took that as an IOI. I’m not sure about what happened exactly next, but we were just chilling at my apartment and I pulled her hair and kissed her, we then did some light making out, and unfortunately she pushed off a nanosecond earlier than I did. I continued to talk to her like nothing had happened, very natural. Then she randomly says to me “That didn’t mean anything.”

She then asked if I would draw a picture of her.

I took her into my roommate’s room and got some paper and a pen, told her she had to draw me first. The whole time I was sitting there, all I could think was that I wanted to fuck her. Then it was my turn to draw her. I kissed her again at some point, I think I did it a few times. I loved it. I smacked her ass at some point and she said “ooh!”

She kept telling me I must have a lot of girls asking me to draw them all the time. I actually don’t, but somehow I convinced her to get down to her bra and panties to pose for me. I should have tried to get her nude. She was soooo turned on. I got her to pose with her ass in the air. I decided to act very serious about what I was doing even though I couldn’t concentrate. When I would act serious she would act sexual, and ask me stuff like:
HBAMANDA: What’s your favorite position?
ME: Well, the last girl I was with only wanted to be on top, which was boring and after we broke up it was the main reason I didn’t get back together with her.
HBAMANDA: I can only get off when I’m on top…. But I like to do other positions, too.

Dude, I wanted to mount her right there. I’m trying to find the right balance between cavemanning (just grabbing her when I want to and doing what I want to), and not being too aggressive. She took a break and I massaged her shoulders, and I turned her over and was kissing her and she was like “I’m not going to have sex with you,” Which I took as another IOI, but I stopped escalating for the time being. My calibration is still just a bit off to where the girls always cut me off at the pass with the LMR and ASD stuff.

I toned down my boner enough to draw for a while, it came out ok, and she put her clothes back on L. As she was putting her skirt back I wrapped my arms around her and said “That didn’t mean anything.” Boo-yah

Anyway, we eventually left the building and went for another walk. My eye was bothering me so we went to a Duane Reade and both got eye patches, then talked like pirates for the next hour. We finally went to the Apple Store to check my email, I had a job I have to do tonight.

She said some amazing things to me like “I feel like I can say anything around you.”
“you make me feel so comfortable”
“I feel like I’ve known you forever”
“I like you a lot—I don’t even care if you don’t like me.”
“I wrote four pages in my journal about the night I met you—and I never write in my journal”
Etc.

She also said at some point “we could never date.”
I replied “yes, once we started fucking we’d stop doing all this other fun stuff we do together because we’d be indoors together all the time. It can never happen.”

We walked all around the city, she’s taking some antibiotics for getting her wisdom teeth out recently so she can’t drink, though she just kept saying she wanted to get fucked up and do something “crazy.”

I tried to get her back to my place again but I didn’t push too hard because I was going to have to be up to work. I told her she should hang out in my apartment with me while I work but she said “only if you pay for my cab ride home to Astoria,” which would be like $25 so I said “no thanks.”

There was a little more kissing going on, but not really making out. She just recently got out of a 3 year relationship (like within the last week or two), so she’s in a strange emotional state, which I think is affecting how into the making out she’ll let herself be.

Anyway, I think I did a really good job of coming off as just a “friend” who has fuck-potential.

I looked her up that evening on facebook, then texted her to check it. She called me back 2 min. later at 1am and said “It’s too late to check facebook.” We chatted some more and I teased her about masturbating while talking to me on the phone. Dirty dirty girl.

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.