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I met a girl that I approached the other day in my city. There were positives and negatives to this interaction. On one hand, I am pleased that I was working to a more concrete logistical framework than my last date and that I got the reference experience of bringing a girl back to my apartment. On the other hand, I was freaking out way too much over violating personal boundaries, too much sexual aggression without light hearted humour / charm and the interaction was too cold / logical. I tried to escalate emotionally, but the emotions I was trying to convey were too heavy / austere for the girl to feel secure enough to ride with. I talked and walked very slowly, created lots of pregnant pauses, made heavy eye contact and at multiple points directed the discussion towards values. However it was too much and she became too discomforted.
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I'm having a hard time concealing my frustration but I try to remain positive because like I say, I don't WANT her to feel guilty or anything like that. But this is the vibe my non-verbals are giving off. I compensate for this by being a gentleman and walking her back to the original meeting point. This time I make sure to give her a hug as she leaves. I suggest another date and she agrees but she wants it in her city. This is a clear attempt to establish boundaries, so I can't see things getting sexual any time soon but it is good to at least have ONE person I am dating. For this reason, I might consider meeting her again, just for the experience if nothing else. I will try and be more relaxed, more myself if we do. There will be no rigid plan as such, I will just meet her for fun this time. Still, I believe that I could have executed the logistics a lot better to have sex if I was a bit smoother. So I will use this plan for dating more often in future. I will just have to make sure there is more freedom from outcome in the future.
So this girl texted me a few days later saying that actually she would be ok meeting in my own city after all. There was almost a pang of guilt in that text. Whatever the case, I was kinda glad she was willing to meet up once more and I decided I wouldn't try to push the boundaries too hard this time.
DATE 11/06/2015
I arranged to meet a wingman for three hours after my date. I figured three hours would be longer than I needed. Wrong.
When I met her at the train station, I went over to hug her. It was a little awkward because she wanted to start walking straight away. She's a cute girl but quite nervey / twitchy in general actually. I have to be extra sensitive to make her feel comfortable and I'm not claiming to be smooth or anything. It's not easy.
Since she came to my city, I had thought earlier, she might be more receptive to coming back to my place. I decided that, based on last time, though I wouldn't push for it. If she hints that she would like to escalate the interaction, I will suggest we come back to mine to cook something. But that is plan b, plan a is to just get a coffee and go on a normal date.
Yeah, I overthink things, I know.
When I arrive she is already holding a coffee in her hand which means there's basically no venue we can go to until she drinks up.
I can already smell those onions I bought for a cooking date yesterday frying on the stove.
I ask her what she wants to do and she says she is just happy to walk around. I ask her if she wants to cook spaghetti bologneise around mine - just can't help it - and she agrees.
It's like I've just thrown any honest intentions I had prior to the date out the window.
We are chatting and I'm doing most of the talking. This sounds bad and for 99% guys it is. But I'm usually so bad at thinking 'what to say', so those times I'm spitting the words out are valuable for me. Besides I'm still asking her questions about herself and trying to relate my interests to hers. It's not as if I'm being socially retarded like the last time and talking about martial arts and shit.
While we are walking to my place I buy a coffee myself.
Suddenly we have this weird awkward silence. I don't really get intimidated by these like I used to but it's kind of weird all of a sudden and then its like she suddenly feels uncomfortable walking back to my place and she suggests we sit down to finish our coffees.
Ok, cool. I can slow things down. I just ask myself what my intentions were before the date: take things steady and don't push for sex if she doesn't want it.
We talk for a bit, then I suggest we go take a look around the art gallery that we happen to be sat opposite. It's free, after all. So she finishes up her coffee and we walk around a bit. I usually hate art galleries but I'm determined to find something that will interest me. She uses the ladies while I have a flick around. She has a quick look herself but all of a sudden she wants to leave. I'm thinking that she means go to a different gallery though, and so she comes with me.
My interests are lit up when I see the bayonets and world war one weapons and I go over to look closer, when I suddenly realise this isn't something she would be interested in. For this reason, I say,
"Yeah ... it's dreadful how all these young men were pressurised by society into conscripting during the war."
She agrees. Then we go and look around the clay pots. Eventually I get the vibe that she is ready to leave - I've built her comfort levels back up already. I wait for her to make that suggestion, though. We go, and leave back for my place after the casual detour. For the most part, I am able to keep the conversation going although it's something of an endurance task, I won't lie.
When we get back, I get my laptop out for some music. I want to put on dubstep, but I can see it's not really her thing, so I put on Bob Dylan for a bit, while she sits down.
Now I have a choice:
- move forwards with sexual escalation, e.g. sit down next to her, show her something on my laptop. forget about the fucking spaghetti bologneise.
- go ahead and cook the spaghetti bologneise and try to progress from there with indirect escalation.
What do I do?
- go ahead and start preparing the spaghetti bologneise like a fucking shy pussy.
Actually, I don't think it's because I'm shy I do this. I think it's just because when I get my head stuck in a task I have to move forwards with it, like some obsessive compulsive fruitloop. In other words, I'm making the same mistake as last time: being too rigid with the logistical blue print. It's just a fucking blue print after all.
There is also this persisting idea in my head that "women need to be wined and dined". It's that socialised attitude that tells us women give us sex out of a sense of obligation and is antagonistic to our animalistic intuition that women simply enjoy sex and there is no need to beat around the bush in this way. If there is one grand mistake throughout the escalation it is my own failure to stick to the gunwitch method like. fucking. glue.
In any case, I get her chopping the onions, while I prepare some of the ingredients.
I'm multi-tasking like crazy: trying to prepare the food, move things around in my cramped apartment to create space and trying to fix my lousy speakers to play some good music. I think she's somewhat impressed by my efficiency, but the overall vibe is way to value seeking. In other words, it's like I'm putting her on a pedestal, and doing all of this stuff just to get validation from her. The whole time, I have the washing machine on: it's like the racket of that thing is reflecting what's going through my own head.
Eventually the food's ready and I get the tray out for her to eat on. Even then, though, I'm still moving around like a jack ass. The tray is too wobbly, so I move a table in front of her, then I am making tea, then I am having a second look at the music speakers, then I play a tune for her on the piano.
Tiring. Eventually I sit down with her. Even then I have to readjust the bed. The blanket is folded up. I chuck it across the room. It knocks my chair over.
What a fucking idiot.
I suggest we watch a movie, and I start browsing through tons of dodgy streaming sites to find the movie. It's two hours long. We have the laptop in the middle of us. Logistical nightmare for kino.
I end up texting my wingman to call our meet off, because of how time consuming this date is. Not that I'm complaining. The washing machine stops. THANK. GOD.
Occasionally through the movie, I'm trying to make a few sly glances at her: e.g. I make a few comments / observations on the movie and then try to catch her eye. It just comes across as kinda creepy. She is sat near the window, so I ask her if she wouldn't mind closing the curtains because I feel we need that extra privacy. She is about to do it, but then she catches onto my plan and says something like,
"Oh actually, I don't know because then it would be too dark in here."
During the movie, I've make a few subtle moves to get a bit closer and get some eye contact. For example, the way she is sitting is kinda balled up. I suggest she kicks her feet up just so that she will feel more comfortable and I proceed to pull the table over. She doesn't want to though, so after a while, I ball up myself, to mimic her body language. Then, when it feels natural to me, I kick my feet back up, hoping she will do the same. She does but then I fuck it up because I try to pull the table under her for a foot rest so she balls up again and edges away from me.
I get up to make tea and ask her if she wants any, she says yes. When I look inside the ketttle there is only one cup left which is kind of awkward, but I don't mention it and give her the last cup anyway. The way I see it, this is how I would treat a guest but it's possible that this is another instance of putting her on a pedestal.
It occurs to me that she's actually on the other side of the bed at one point. She either wants me to be more direct or she wants to put off sex (anti-slut mechanism). Either way, I'm being too sleazy ... this shit is hard.
An hour into the movie, she suddenly asks how much longer we have to go. She's fed up of my grossly indirect advances. I know she is thinking of ejecting but I'm not going to push her to stay, so I tell her the truth: another hour. She says she has to go get the train.
"Ok, cool."
I say. I'm trying to keep a relaxed / non-needy frame. She is quick to get up, I just keep my cool and lie back. I let a deep breath out just as she looks around and I think there must have been a look of frustration / tiredness on me because she asks me directions to the train station, thinking that I'm going to be an arsehole about not having sex.
"It's no problem, I'll walk you there."
I tell her.
On the way, I want to link arms, just because I've been kinda awkward on the physical escalation so far and I want to build up that comfort - show her that I'm not bothered we didn't have sex. I hold her arm, smile and say,
"Hey, this sounds kinda crazy but let's put our arms through."
She looks freaked out...Smooth (or not).
I walk her back to the train station. A few awkward silences. When we get there I want to take her somewhere away from all the people walking past for a hug or something but she takes the most direct route into the station and waves me good bye.
SUMMARY/ANALYSIS:
I am somewhat sad / dismayed that she feels this awkward around me. I can only blame myself, because at the end of the day, it is me as the man that is trying to convey sexual intent. The burden is on me to make sure comfort and sexual escalation are balanced, and it is my duty to calibrate effectively so that the woman does not feel uncomfortable being around me and so that boundaries are clearly established and not violated. It's also my responsibility to be direct about my sexual intent (non-verbal / verbal) and much smoother in the way that I act on this (through calibrating the balance between comfort and sexual attraction).
However, I'm glad for the reference experience. She's been the only girl so far to come back to my place from a cold approach. I didn't have time to suggest another date as she walked more or less straight off. Last time she said we could meet up only if it was in her city because of the boundaries I tried to push past last time. I thought then that I'd fucked up and would have to persist over a longer period of time. In other words, make her my girlfriend or something. I was feeling bad and going to call it quits, so I was surprised when she texted me again suggesting that we could meet up near where I live.
But I don't think she will text me again and here is why: because I'm expecting it. I think that when we have these expectations and plans about what's going to happen, we say or do something to jinx it. For example, I'd planned to give her a goodbye hug but she was already walking away before I got to that stage because she could sense that my intent was to build that comfort. This time, part of me is expecting her to send me another text saying,
"Hey, we can meet up again, what would you like to do?"
And I will suggest that we watch the rest of that movie. But it isn't likely because reality never pans out that way. On the other hand, I could send HER a text suggesting we meet up again. But then it is possible I will just come across as too persistent and aggressive and scare her away.
I feel like the only thing I can do is ride the storm out and give her the breathing space to make her own mind up. If she wants to meet up again, she will know exactly what my intent is and where I will try to lead her. If she doesn't, then I will have to accept that and move on to the next girl.
IMPROVEMENTS:
Here was how I felt about the last time we had a date and underneath each bullet point, I have commented on whether I felt the situation was the same this time.
- workable logistical blue print.
Logistics were good again this time. I wasn't originally going to get her back to my place but I had that as an option on the table which I eventually capitalised on.
- too rigid sticking to 'the plan'.
Possible too rigid again, since I was determined to make the food, for example when she was comfortable with just sitting down and chilling. On the other hand, my plan was more flexible this time, e.g. I was willing to just have a coffee with her.
- too braggy in DHV.
I didn't talk about the kind of stuff I thought she wouldn't be interested in this time.
- failure to lead interaction in a smooth, charismatic and positive manner.
I felt more positive, since I had better sleep this time. Also willing to communicate to her non-verbally that it wasn't a big deal we didn't have sex. This might not have come across though. Could have been smoother in the sexual escalation.
- sexual escalation was not balanced with comfort.
She looked uncomfortable at some points during the interaction and I tried to respond to this with indirect advances but this just came across as sleazy.
- failure to identify and respond appropriately to discomfort.
See above.
- failure to execute overall logistical transitions
Actually most of the logistical transitions were there. I mean, I had her in my bed! I guess, the problem was that they were somewhat contrived / forced and I was too desperate for sex to happen.