Almost half a year ago I banged (and briefly dated) my hottest girl to date: #44 HB 8.25. If you recall, that night I staggered a couple dates and both showed up. As the first was wrapping up, I realized she was willing to drop her pants that night so I made the decision to bail on the other. It was a crappy move on my part, but I made an excuse and saved face. A week later I went to see her for a date. I made the drive and paid, but she was still (rightfully) bitter that I stood her up, especially since we’re a good half hour apart. We ended up making out at the bar, but that was it.
From then on she basically ignored me in the way that girls who still want you as a backup do. Thanks to the Facebook add (we first ‘met’ on POF and she’s a sexy 8) I had an idea of what was happening. She ended up dating another guy briefly.
Several months passed, they broke up, and I decided to give it another go so I sent her a simple ‘hey’ on Facebook to get the ball rolling. I immediately started calling her out and inquiring on why we never had a date #2. She wants a relationship, so we talked about that and I laid it on thick, saying that I still want to see her, that I’ve always wanted to see her again after the first night. Nothing about it was misleading – she’s one of the few I could see myself dating. In this case I had to sprinkle some sappy beta.
It turned into a 1 hour conversation leading up to an insta-date later that evening. She was free, I was free, and I wasn’t about to miss another chance. I didn’t have a plan going in other than to seal the deal. I figured there was a good chance since she invited me to meet at her place. We talked for a bit, had a beer, then joined her friends for drinks out on the town. Playing the crowd is one of my new favorite pastimes as it’s a good way to A) show your alpha cred by being that ‘new cool guy’ and B) practice making friends quickly with strangers in a strange environment. If you have any social anxiety, doing this will rid you of it – stat.
The drinks kept coming and conversation remained light in the group setting. No kino as we were sitting across from each other; just random chatter and having a good time. We played matchmaker for one her friends. After we finished she wanted to continue drinking back at her place (success!) so we made a mad dash to find a liquor store still open. Finding nothing, she suggested meeting up with the same friends at another bar down the street. By now we’d been talking and drinking for about 3 hours, so I decided it was time to up the kino. As soon as she got in the car I pulled her in for a makeout.
We met up with her friends, drank some more, but now she was ‘warmer’ – sitting on my lap, kissing in public, etc. There wasn’t much left in the way of new kino escalation, so I simply made contact permanent. Legs touching always, hand on lower back when applicable. Apparently I kissed her neck a few times which – as she later divulged – put her over the edge as it’s her weak spot. It is for most girls, but some more than others.
As the night was winding down one of her friends met a guy and the 4 of us went back to her place to finish drinking and watch a movie. By now it was 4 am and I could see she was falling asleep so I made the executive decision to carry her into the bedroom, where she promptly woke up. We were both pretty buzzed at this point, but I still notice details. She went to the bathroom and upon returning and laying down, left her pants unbuttoned. That’s all the invitation I needed.
No resistance, no additional foreplay, just rockstar sex the rest of the night, the following morning, and later that day. After we sobered up I decided to delve deeper into the issue of why we didn’t hang out after the first date. She confided that she was going through a tough time and was a little intimidated by how strong I came on (there’s a downside to audacity, but the pros almost always outweigh the cons). The timing was off.
And that’s the randomness of certain ‘failures’: poor timing. It’s the final factor in getting laid or going home empty handed. Sometimes no matter how tight your game, how good the logistics, how impeccable your presentation – it’s just a bad time. She could be on her period and totally against sex. She could have a commitment (work, etc) hours from now which she can’t miss. Maybe her cat died.
The reason is irrelevant. What matters is persistence. Not the creepy can’t-take-a-hint kind, but touching base from time to time to check for sexual availability. Facebook is perfect for this. You can gather intel from afar and strike when the time seems right. And if you play the numbers and stay the course, you’ll be rewarded for your efforts.