| Here's a funny story. I've never been in a situation like this before, and I'm wondering where I went wrong and how to avoid this in the future. Here goes.
This past weekend I was at a youth group convention. On the first night, a bunch of my friends and I snuck out of our cabins to hang out, and we were joined by two girls. One of the girls was sweating me big time, but my friend Jon had previously opened to set and I left her to him. The other girl I had not been initially interested in, but she was pretty attractive and I thought, "Hey, why not".
The entire group went back to the cabins later on, except for the two girls, Jon, and myself. We chilled for a little bit, played some games, whatever, and then Jon and I started moving everything in a sexual direction. The girls played along ("If you and Jon peck on the lips, Molly and I will make out for 30 seconds!" "OK, you go first" *girls make out* "Your turn!" "Fuck no, we're not gonna kiss!" - they didn't even care, it was dope), and eventually Jon and I used wing body language and conversation techniques to isolate.
On that first night, we each made out with the girls. I felt up my hook up and fingered a little, and Jon felt his up and got a partial handjob (his girl doesn't like being fingered - lucky bastard!)
The next day, shit was fine, we were clearly in with the girls, so we didn't run any DHV routines or anything, just kept up a good level of flirtatious C&F. That night there was a dance, DJed by myself, Jon, and another friend, and it went absolutely perfect for everybody. We danced a little with the girls.
When we got back to our cabins, a big mess involving some kids possessing illicit substances at camp prevented us from making decisive plans, and by the time we knew we'd be able to meet up with the girls again, they were asleep. We tried calling them to wake them up to no avail, so we said "whatever" and hit the hay. A few hours later, exactly at the time we had wanted to plan to meet the girls, they called us back, and we made plans to meet up. Jon and I snuck out and met the two girls again.
After some more bullshit conversation, we isolated again to opposite sides of the room and started hooking up again. After a while, Jon and his girl left (I didn't know where to), and the girl I was with blew me (as she tried in vain to unbutton my jeans, I teased her: "You're pathetic!"). I fingered her again, all the way this time (Lesson learned: finger first, or after she blows you you'll be like "shiiiit can I just go to sleep??" while you're paying her back). We wrapped it up and got up. She asked, "was the blowjob OK?", I said "Yeah, it was pretty good", she said "Ok, cuz I've only blown like three guys before", and I teased, "Oh, you slut!"
I walked half way up the hill with her, and then said "Well, Imma go back to my cabin now. I'll see you tomorrow" and offered my fist for a fist bump. She didn't notice so I said, "Hey, don't leave me hanging, pound it, homie!" with a smile, and she did, and we returned to our respective cabins.
Back in the cabin, Jon was already. He also received a blowjob (his first!) and we lit some shit on fire in absent-minded celebration (Jon and I usually light shit on fire, pee on things, smash bottles of shampoo, or break shit when we're together, it just happens). After we covered a toothbrush in hand sanitizer and set it ablaze, Jon recieved a text message saying, "tell Daniel that molly thinks he's an asshole". We asked why, and she said because I walked halfway up the hill with her and fistbumped her as I left. Jon and I didn't really get it - what the hell was I supposed to do, anyways?? - and went to sleep.
The next day, Molly completely froze me out. I tried running Style's Eliciting Values routine on her to recover, but she wasn't catching, so I ejected and gave up (what do I care, it was just a hook up). Word got around of the "pound it" episode, and though nobody other than Molly actually treated me like I was an asshole, I am befuddled as to why she reacted that way and what I had done wrong.
When the convention was over, during the usual hug-goodbyes, Molly and I exchanged a casual hug, I said "I'll see you later, homie! It's been a pleasure" or something like that, and thus the convention ended.
So, what did I do wrong? Did I say something wrong or do something wrong? To me, it seems like I didn't do anything wrong at all - it's not like she just sucked my dick and I peaced it, she got something, too (in fact, she overall got more than I did), and terms like "homie", "pound it", etc., are nothing unusual for me and kind of a part of my C&F. I understand that another guy at the convention (a friend of mine for a long time, actually) was upset that she had sucked me off, but between the two of us there was still no beef. Seems like this might be a factor, maybe they had one of those semi-plutonic things going on (unbeknownst to me) and I, in my rudeness and indifference, burst on to the scene with my penis and screwed everything up.
I'm not hurt or anything by what happened (it was just a hookup!), but it certainly is desirable to avoid being considered an asshole in the future. You have any help/analyses for me? What do you guys think?
Thank you, gentlemen! Keep pimpin'
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