Firstly I'd like to introduce myself. I'm an 18 year old from London who is currently on their gap year. To put it bluntly I'm a virgin; although by no means bad looking so I came to the conclusion several months ago that I wished to learn pua skills (after reading The Game by Neil Strauss, what a well trodden route into PUA that appears to be!
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Anyway, I would describe my game as 'natural' and 'cocky funny'. I've always been considered the joker in groups of friends but I was a very later developer and became a natural beta-male throughout school as I was so much shorter than everyone else. Regardless I'm 5'10 now, good looking and I no longer behave like a beta thanks to reading these forums and gradually improving my inner game and the way I behave and carry myself in social situations. Just the final, physical hurdle to cross now!
Sorry, for the long preamble. So last week I was in the Alps with my dad and 13 year old Brother. We were staying in a hotel with a large, all inclusive bar area and I decided I'd try and meet some of the other people my age staying in the hotel.
On, perhaps the 2nd evening an Irish HB8 approached me asking if I was English. From there we got talking and I ended up meeting a family friend she was on Holiday with. We all got on really well. On the first night I met them, Shane, the guy went out to a bar outside the hotel. I didn't have any money so I didn't join him, but I stayed in the bar talking to HB8 until 1am. She had an amazing personality and sense of humour bumping her to an HB9 in my books.
Anyway, She'd made it pretty clear that she had a boyfriend early on and was telling me that their relationship was on the rocks and that they'd both cheated on eachother. I tried to avoid being the guy who just listened to her problems. I kept the conversation light and cocky funny. What surprised me was her body language. Despite having this boyfriend she was mirroring my tone of voice and my seating positions, playing with her hair and laughing at all my worst jokes.
On the next night we were all planning on going out. The HB9 started to feel ill though so me and Shane decided to leave anyway. Although I'd clocked her flirtations body language and IOIs I thought the boyfriend would prevent anything from happening. Me and Shane left and had a great night. When we were out we approached EVERYONE conversation was easy and we eventually settled with a group of Danish girls...none of whom were below a 9 or 10.
I start talking to 2 of the girls, the language barrier is hard but it was going well. My target a gorgeous Blonde 9 is sitting furthest away from me on the sofa but quickly tells her friend to switch places and sits up very close to me. Her friend then started to feel like a 3rd wheel I think and left. It was great isolation and I didn't have to do anything hah! So we were talking, she didn't mind my hand around her waist and I rana few compliance tests, our knees were touching, I asked her about a bracelet on her wrist as I was holding it. She was throwing CRAZY IoIs, I moved my leg away and she grabbed my inner thigh, she kept flicking her hair and everytime I looked around she'd grab my hand.
But here's where things get odd with the Danish girl. I sat back and attempted to do some traingular gazing to up the sexual tension....and you know what she said? She looked at me quizically and said 'Are you listening?' this threw me. Thinking I blew it I again distanced my self physically but she grabbed my hand, pulled me in closer and the proximity...literally my mough 4/5 inches from her was back again. After a few more abortive attempts at a K-close I gave up and left her. She was upset to see me go but I thought it was a dead end. Should I have gone Caveman? Should I have stayed? Perhaps it was a cultural thing? Maybe it was the Language barrier? All advice on this would be appreciated!
So the next day, and I apologise for the MAMMOTH length of this post, by the way!
But on the next day the Irish HB9, Shane and I were sitting in the bar. Again readying ourselves for a night out. Shane left to have a shower leaving me and the 9. She said:
'I heard you were scoring some Danish girl last night?'
I sort of laughed it off. We spoke about that for a few minutes then, she was sitting next to me on a sofa, she gave me a hug and said
'I really want to kiss you...but I can't because of my boyfriend.'
I was taken by surprise and made a pretty god awful reply.
Bad luck. I think were my exact words! hah.
Anyway so I let that go but after that the Kino was UNREAL until eventually we were all in a Pub before heading to the Club and Shane left for the toilet. The HB9 just turned to me and we started kissing. We got to the club...went straight to a Sofa and pretty much didn't stop making out for an hour or so. I felt a little bad about her Boyfriend, that I was being a home wrecker but I thought 'Fuck him. I don't know him and he sounds like a clingy dick.' So on we went. It didn't go any further than 1st base and some fondling. But some of the things she was saying really sort of made my day. It could have all been bullshit but she was saying how good of a kisser I was, how she wished I was in Dublin too blah blah blah. It made me feel good at the time and fed into my confidence. My confidence was also boosted when me and the Isish 9 were at the bar, holding hands, and we bumped into the Danish 9 from the night before! The looks they were giving eachother made me feel great in a really narcissistic way. After we'd had an awkwardly polite conversation the Irish girl was like 'Why don't you go and score her again! What are you doing with me? She's so much prettier!' All in all I felt like a hero.
But, on the next and final night. We all went out. It was the same as always with me and the Irish girl were flirting like CRAZY. She'd said though 'I'm not kissing you tonight! I felt bad about my boyfriend.' Having said that I thought it was just a bit of a game, and that's the way she was treating the promise. She was holding my hand. Touching my leg. We were leaning in and then I'd pull out and joke about how we weren't aloud to do that. It was shaping up to be a rawlly great night.
Until we were in the club, and me and Shane left to go and get drinks. There had been several french guys at the hotel who had been sniffing about her all week. We were at the bar and there was a que. As we were waiting I looked back ans saw 1 of them, the sleaziest of them, talking to her and virtaully sitting on her. Her body language looked all wrong. I thought 'He's getting no where' and planned on sitting down with the drinks and getting off with her right there and then. But, as we turned back to the table I saw him pretty much grab her head and they started to kiss. It was short lived, and she then turned her face away. But still....I felt like shit. I don't know why I did. But I felt awful.
What happened here? After all the IoIs and games had I overplayed it? Been too distant? Had she just been cavemanned? Was she just a bit of a cock tease? Again, all comments are welcome on this point.
So we sat down, I started taking the piss out of her for it. I was joking but I think she could tell I cared more than I let on. I said to her, jokingly 'Now you can't get off with me! I'm no ones sloppy seconds.' She sat there with her head in her hands and was like 'I'm such an idiot. I've fucked you over, I fucked my boyfriend over.'
That put a real shitter on the night so we left shortly after that. Next morning she sat down with me at breakfast. It wasn't awkward, we had a nice good bye bfore their taxi to the airport left and she clung on as I went to break the hug but none of that made me feel any less shit.
It felt like I'd been cheated on by a girlfriend even though I'd only just met her. Anyway, that little situation and the fact I felt I messed up an opportunity with the Danish 9 put a bit of a downer on the week. I think it's taught me some valuable lessons even if it has confused me somewhat.
Anyway, I'm sorry for the HUGE post. I hope some of you take the time to read it. Any comments, feedback, suggestions and advice would be gold dust right now. I think I've got a steep learning curve before I become a PUA.
Tryst.
CHAT