Well, I've been putting off posting in this thread because quite frankly I don't know what to think right now, it being Sunday and not having much of an exciting story to tell. If you want to read an exciting success story, turn back now.
It was by no means a disaster, but nothing has happened.
But I owe it to everyone who posted in this thread helping me to report what happened. I'll put it as briefly as possible, omitting unnecessary details.
I had told her during the week when she had wanted to hang out that Friday night I could hang out before I meet up with my friend (which I had made plans with prior, and I don't flake on friends for pussy) and that I also could Saturday night once I had gotten back from a family thing.
So Friday night rolls around, and at about 10pm she texts me saying she's coming back from babysitting. A while after she gets back I tell her I'm on my way out the door to stop at her place before I go to my friend's (who had just let me know he got off work). She then said that she couldn't at that point because she was hanging with a friend for his (gay man) birthday, but that we should meet up "late at night". I said that I had already let her know was when I would be available that night, so later might not work. As I hung out with my friend throughout the night and didn't reward her with many texts, she expressed sadness and anger that I may not be able to be with her that night.
Around 1:45am I get back to my place half-sobered up and let her know I'm back. She wants to meet up then, so I'm like fuck it and go to her place. She says that her roommate could come back at any point. We sit on the futon for three fucking hours just talking about shit, not doing anything sexual (her knees were facing me, I couldn''t pull her in for a make out or anything). That's the bad, but the good was that I could tell this chick was fucking cool. She's involved in shit on campus like the NRA, Republican Committee, etc. We talk about how feminism is a joke, white racism, and the highlight was talking about Donald Trump. She's the only person I've met on my campus who's a supporter of him, and she seemed even more interested after I let her know I was a supporter.
So that was that, late as fuck night without doing anything. I was mad at myself for not making anything happen but knew that I would have chances in the future as I locked my personality on her.
We make plans to hang out the next night before I leave.
The next morning she texts me saying she loved talking with me the previous night. I give her shit that we never even made out or anything, and she said that we should do that that night when we hang out. So cool, at least I know that's gonna happen. My plan is to invite her over to my place for Netlix & chill that night because everything at my place is in my bedroom so that would force us to lay on my bed.
I get back from my family thing, tired as fuck since I'm running on like three hours of sleep, wanting to go the fuck to bed but I'm not about to flake on this bitch who clearly wants the D, so I tell her to come over. The funny thing is that despite the nature of this thread, I was only the slightest bit nervous. I didn't care at that point. I knew she wanted me and I had already gotten through meeting her and successfully worked my charm on her the previous night, so I was like "Fuck it, I'm gonna take this bitch to pound town." We lay in my bed watching The Office and Orange Is The New Black (horrible fucking show). We cuddle, spoon, massage each other, hold hands, touch her boobs, plays with my facial hair, etc. After an hour or two, I can't remember exactly how it went but I said something like
"Well this is fun."
"What do you mean haha, how could we make this more fun?"
"Well I thought we were gonna make out tonight." (Half-sarcastic, giving her shit.)
*laughs* "Well I thought you said that I was a tease." (Referring to a previous conversation.)
"Nah I don't think that anymore, you've changed my mind."
I can't remember what was said after that, but she kept facing away from me toward the TV and we continue normal conversation. I'm like, well alright then. After another 10-30 minutes, I bring up making out again. She says
"Haha is that the only reason you invited me over here?"
"Isn't that the only reason you came here?" (Again, half-sarcastic but leading on to what I want to happen.)
Then she says "Wow, okay" or some stupid shit, and after a minute or two says that she has to go. I ask her why and she says "It's past my bedtime" or something goofy. I make it obvious that I'm genuinely confused what the fuck she's doing. She slowly puts her sweater and coat and shit on, stopping occasionally to look at me and then continuing. I heard her at one point say that I was being 'grumpy'. I think at this point she was trying to play games with me, see how far she can fuck with me for me to beg her to come back. But I'm not gonna do that, I don't play games. I'm not gonna beg. So she stops one more time by the door, it's dark but I just give her a wtf/do-what-you-gotta-do look. She's like "Ooooookay, bye." She turns around and leaves and I say "Yeeeeah, bye."
At this point, I just don't give a fuck. She's been with a lot of guys before, and I think her thing is that she likes to play them hardcore, judging by what she did Friday with the timing and now yesterday. If she texts me today or tomorrow (which wouldn't surprise me; she's always the first to text), I guess I don't know how I'll put it, but I'll probably say something like I'm not a guy who's gonna waste his time playing games, and to hit me up when she knows what she wants. (Suggestions?)
I may have been slightly salty throughout the night given my tiredness and hunger (maybe why she called me 'grumpy'), but that should have only been minor.
I can admit that I should have went in for a kiss at certain points throughout the night when our faces were close, and I kick myself for not doing that. But me saying what I said was a joking/foot-in-the-door way to make up for that.
I guess we'll see what happens in the next couple days. What I know for sure is that whatever happens now, I'm no longer nervous about her (alluding to the context of this thread in the first place), so I guess that's good. I know her now, I know that she's just a fucking human.
But anyway, I just don't know what to think right now. I do want her to text me today, but I also don't. She's turning into a lot more fucking work than she's worth; but then again, I'd love a bang before the summer (not many opportunities to meet women during the summer for me) and also to lock a good quality, consistent fuck buddy for next year. She's definitely attractive and passes every test in my book. Good face, good ass, fit, exercises, easy to talk to, rich, pro-Trump, anti-feminist, gets Brazilian waxes, doesn't believe in using condoms, gets tested to know she's clean, wants a consistent exclusive fuck buddy just like I do, etc.
We'll see what happens in the next couples days. Thanks to everyone who posted in this thread helping me out. Sorry I don't have a more exciting story to tell. Any suggestions at this point would help; I just feel like shit right now but mostly am confused what the fuck happened. And now I've gotta study for finals.
Shoutout to Cr33pin, MiscBrah and The Man w/ the Golden Gun for being in a group chat over the weekend joking around with me during the whole process.