| Hey, fellas. I'm new to the forum, and wanted to start off by reporting on a number close while on an international flight the other day. I also want to get feedback on whether I could have taken it further, played it smoother, etc.
So here's what happened, in brief:
I've got an aisle seat on a 7 hr flight to NYC from Dublin. I'm leaned back, looking out the window to my right. HB8—red head, knee-high boots, skirt and sexy black patterned leggings—comes up and asks to get in to take her window seat. I say yeah, and it's on.
I ask her about filling out a customs form initially, but this isn't game—I actually just want to know. I ask about her accent—part Irish, part American. She gives a little background on how she got it. I say cool, then rest my head back and sleep a bit while we take off.
As I'm waking up a half-hour later, I hear her tearing away some candy wrappers. As if we're already friends I comment on how weird it is when you hear a noise in your dreams, then wake up and find out it's real. She's engaged. We start chatting about where we've been, where we're going. I'm DHV-ing with my story about a design conference in the Netherlands I just went to, and she offers that she is a professional conference planner.
Cool. We get into talking about random shit, making jokes. I tease her a little bit here and there. I go kino a bit, touching her hand while talking. She's giving IOI's, touching my arm, stroking her hair.
My favorite part, about 15 mins. into the conversation, is when she orders an orange juice, then I order a beer, then she changes her mind and gets a hard cider.
So we're at about 20 mins, the conversation is sailing. She's telling stories, I'm listening, telling my own. As I'm talking she's looking at my mouth.
Now, gentlemen, this is the point when I usually start making out with a girl, or move her to another location. But for me this is where I got stuck: Red Head and I have got 6-7 hrs ahead of us on a cramped plane that smells bad, with babies crying and people hacking up lungs all around us, and there's nowhere to go. It's not sexy, and I start to imagine how sleezy I might come off as if I kiss her.
At a few points, I almost say fuck it and just kiss her. But the SPAM is so killing the mood. In my head I think if I were James Bond I'd kiss her, then pull out two parachutes and say, baby, let's get a move on.
So the conversation, AMAZINGLY, K E E P S G O I N G for the entire remaining 6-7 hours of the flight. But the attractions sorta dies down, and I get the sense she wonders whether I'm into her. So I number close, we leave the plane together, then say goodbye at customs as we go into separate lines, agreeing to hang out after I get back in 3 days from another upcoming trip I've told her about.
It's two days later, I've texted her about hanging out at a specific bar next week. No response. Whatever—it was a really fun number close. But what I'm curious about is: Could I have taken things further? And how? What would you all have done differently?
Fervor
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