Last week I was at a small club to see a virtually unknown band play. Got talking to a chick with "you look like you're having the most fun here" (thank you Uncle Roosh). She caught fire, and we kept separating and reconnecting during the night. She was cool and really interesting in addition to looking smashing. She gave me a dollar to tip the bartender and then bought me a drink on her own initiative.
A few minutes later (we had been chatting about an hour in three different sessions by this point) she asks "so am I going to get your number?" I told her that could probably be arranged. She said something along the lines of "are you just looking for tonight or will you actually call me?" Shit test #1.
I honestly don't remember what I said but she told me to take my phone out of my pocket and she punched her name and number in (the area code matched the out-of-the-way area she claimed to be originally from).
I kissed her at that point, she didn't really kiss me back. But she stayed talking to me and as the bar crowded we got closer and more nuzzly. Lots of kino, she was clearly into the whole thing.
I wonder if I didn't escalate enough at that point though (or should have isolated to another room). She was obvs fishing for whether I wanted to fuck her. The part that doesn't make sense to me is if she wanted to bring out my escalation game, why go through the charade of giving me her number (forcing it on me really) if I had already demurred on the "let's go fuck right now" route?
We kept talking and once the band ended I said "do you want to get out of here?" She said "yes," but paused and said "but I think I'm going to leave with my friends."
I was one drink too drunk (not shitfaced but just not thinking clearly enough) and should have taken it for the shit test #2 it was, with "I can get you home safe" or something like that. I didn't react, told her I knew how to get ahold of her, rubbed her ass and left.
The next day I sent her a Roosh text. Never got a response. I chalked it up to any of:
-A straight flake: chicks change their minds from drunk evening to sober daytime.
-I should have either isolated or exited her after she gave me her number, spending more time allowed her buying temperature to cool.
-She was angling for a good rogering, and just humored me after she gave me her number which she saw as me turning her down.
I talked this over with a friend who knows good game and he theorized that she wanted to be fucked that night, and when it didn't happen her interest dropped off.
Lessons:
-Go out every night prepared to score. Carry protection, of course, but also keep the drinking down, keep logistics in mind and don't get into a situation where you have to delay your exit so you're sober enough to drive.
-Keep all your skills fresh. I was miscalibrated - I've been spinning my day-game plates and was out of practice for high-stakes night game. I've read about other guys in early PUA days who went in angling for a Day 2, and lost some chances for SNLs that were on the table.
-Always be closing! ABC.
A few minutes later (we had been chatting about an hour in three different sessions by this point) she asks "so am I going to get your number?" I told her that could probably be arranged. She said something along the lines of "are you just looking for tonight or will you actually call me?" Shit test #1.
I honestly don't remember what I said but she told me to take my phone out of my pocket and she punched her name and number in (the area code matched the out-of-the-way area she claimed to be originally from).
I kissed her at that point, she didn't really kiss me back. But she stayed talking to me and as the bar crowded we got closer and more nuzzly. Lots of kino, she was clearly into the whole thing.
I wonder if I didn't escalate enough at that point though (or should have isolated to another room). She was obvs fishing for whether I wanted to fuck her. The part that doesn't make sense to me is if she wanted to bring out my escalation game, why go through the charade of giving me her number (forcing it on me really) if I had already demurred on the "let's go fuck right now" route?
We kept talking and once the band ended I said "do you want to get out of here?" She said "yes," but paused and said "but I think I'm going to leave with my friends."
I was one drink too drunk (not shitfaced but just not thinking clearly enough) and should have taken it for the shit test #2 it was, with "I can get you home safe" or something like that. I didn't react, told her I knew how to get ahold of her, rubbed her ass and left.
The next day I sent her a Roosh text. Never got a response. I chalked it up to any of:
-A straight flake: chicks change their minds from drunk evening to sober daytime.
-I should have either isolated or exited her after she gave me her number, spending more time allowed her buying temperature to cool.
-She was angling for a good rogering, and just humored me after she gave me her number which she saw as me turning her down.
I talked this over with a friend who knows good game and he theorized that she wanted to be fucked that night, and when it didn't happen her interest dropped off.
Lessons:
-Go out every night prepared to score. Carry protection, of course, but also keep the drinking down, keep logistics in mind and don't get into a situation where you have to delay your exit so you're sober enough to drive.
-Keep all your skills fresh. I was miscalibrated - I've been spinning my day-game plates and was out of practice for high-stakes night game. I've read about other guys in early PUA days who went in angling for a Day 2, and lost some chances for SNLs that were on the table.
-Always be closing! ABC.