Just when you think you have everything under control everything falls apart. Feel free to analyse and be critical. We can all hopefully learn something from this one, especially me.

LAST SATURDAY NIGHT:
I walk into the pub and see this girl and she stands out above all the other game in the room. I walk past her group of friends to the bar with my friends and purchase a drink. Then the next thing I know is that her and her friends have found a table like a few metres from where we are all standing. She's sitting facing me and I'm standing facing her way. I notice she is checking me out constantly and then leaning in to her friend next to her and looking my way. Clear IOI's like even a blind man could have seen them!

I took my time and kept chatting to my friends as if I didn't care if she was checking me out. A few minutes pass and my mates want to head to the next venue. So I told them to go ahead and that I would meet them there. We split and I said hi to a couple of other guys sitting at a table next to where HB was sitting.

Action time, I move in to the 4-set and compliment HB's friend on how I like her dress because it has cherries all over it, and I like cherries. Then I get into a discussion about cherries with HB's friends whilst still ignoring HB. I can't remember all the details but it was an amusing and playful conversation.

So then I just turn to HB and ask her if she likes cherries and then open up some conversational threads with her throwing in a few DHV stories here and there when appropriate.

So it's closing time at this pub and people are kind of splitting so I'm like hey I'm going to catch up with my friends at the next pub if you would like to join me. Her and her friend run off to the toilets and do their girly thing and I take a piss and then meet them at the door.

By this stage we are standing outside the front of the pub and she puts her arm around my waist. (Well my game can't suck that much if I can get to that stage within 15mins. I'm a surfy looking guy with shoulder length blonde hair so why wouldn't a girl want to hug me).

Then we head off down the street to the next pub with a fair amount of kino and then one arm around each other for a little while (it was a mutual thing). As we are walking along I'm talking about my week long surfing/fishing holiday to the west that I just got back from.

So we arrive at the next pub and I'm chatting to her friends and her for a decent amount of time. Her and her friend go on various adventures to the bathroom and each time come back through the pub looking exclusively for me (as it was pretty crowded).

Then I ask HB if she wants to join me in the garden and she gets the ok from her best friend. So I have some one on one time with the target basically until closing time. I ask for her number and she's literally jumping at the chance to give me her number. Then she sets up a day 2 which I agree to. We head out of the pub around the back and make out for a decent amount of time. It is this point in time where I'm thinking to myself "this one's in the bag".


DURING THE WEEK:

Messaged HB all was going very smooth. Messages back and forth the next night. Then day after I didn't message and she messaged me first which is a really good sign. Then wednesday sent a funny text and got a good reply. Then Thursday no reply so Friday I didnt write anything cos I knew something was up.


FRIDAY NIGHT:

Drove past pub and saw HB with friends. She saw us and did the bolt but was standing not far from where we parked. It was dark so I went over to say hi, she pretty much ran off so I had a chat to a guy and a girl that knew her just purely to find out what was going on (I think one was actually her bf). Crossed paths with her at another pub and barely got a hi out of her. Anyway my mates found out through her friends that she got back with her bf and that's how this story ends.

It's kind of like a bit of a kick to the head but hey she's the one who's missing out on me so fuck her. Her boyfriend seemed like a neerdy little twerp who you could break in half with a swift punch to the chest!

I just texted her just before for shits and giggles. "You're acting as though we've been married and divorced 2 times and we're still fighting over what to name our 3rd kid. It's no big deal. I still think we should call him Basil."

Antic,
Signing off until the next (hopefully not completely messed up) PUA adventure!