| Now what, gentlemen, am I asking of you?
I need a plan from you masterminds of seduction. I've got the girl, we both like each other, but she says this won't work. I need this girl to fall madly in love with me, no matter how. I am young but I have quite a bit of experience with girls due to my looks and lifestyle (Singer/Guitarist in a band). 6 girlfriends, a few pickups here and there, but none compare to this girl.
Let's call her Sandra. Here's where I'm at with this girl now:
Beautiful, dynamic, outgoing, friendly, smiling girl who I started talking to about a month ago occasionally. (I knew her for a year before as a distant acquaintance). I'm 19 and she is 18. We live in french Canada.
Encounter #1: Sandra and I go out with some friends to a bar, we dance. I've been poking her with subtle hints for a week. I kiss her in the neck while dancing and we start to make out. We do this several times during the night, but she is clear that she doesn't want our mutual friends to know about this. We end the night with a friend driving us both home, so we can't say goodbye ahem... properly. She texts me she five minutes later as I get home that she wishes I was still close to her. (3a.m.). Next day is not awkward, she texts me that I am a great kisser. +10 player points. She is very busy, so we don't see each other 'til 5 days later.
Encounter #2: She comes over and we take a walk in the park, followed by a game of pool, where I give her one game and win the other. She's talkative but not really flirty. That night we go to ski with mutual friends mentioned earlier. Have a good time skiing, I kind of tease and poke at her playfully. She takes on a (fake?) slightly defensive stance. Probably because the other guys are there. We have a beer at the bar after skiing, then smoke a bit of a joint before eating at A&W with the friends. I'm driving with my our two guy friends in the back seat, I hold hands with the Sandra, but she releases my hand when the guys might see. This feels very middle school-y to me and I'm slightly put off by it. I make up an excuse to drive her home last instead of first, saying that I'll be visiting a friend who lives nearby after dropping her off. We unpack her stuff. As I go in for the hug, I see that she is unsure if the approach is for a kiss or a hug. Bingo. I back away slightly and we kiss. She has the hugest grin on her face.
Encounter #3: The day after this ski excursion, she invites me to watch a movie. I immediately see this as a great opportunity to steal second, third or, heck who knows, maybe 4th! We get there and I let her pick the movie, which takes a really long time. We're holding hands and close right from the beginning. Towards the end, we start making out again. After the movie ends she says we have to talk (ah.... fuck). So at this point she obviously likes me very much physically, because we have made out 3 times, and this last time fully sober and at her house. I say we should clarify what's going on because it's unclear what she expects of this. She says she likes hanging out and making out, but that she doesn't see a long relationship coming out of this. She says that she is scared to fuck things up and break hearts. She also doesn't want to fuck things up in our gang of friends. I say that wouldn't matter if we had a stable relationship. She says she just doesn't see that happening.
So I revert to salvage mode. Why not a casual dating thing? no commitments? She says that won't work. That people get attached, that it'll be hard to explain to people. Okay, I say, (I get the message). I tell her we should give ourselves at least until midnight before we never kiss again. She asks the date today (interesting... I keep this in mind). February 23rd, 11:30 p.m. We pass the next half hour making out, all smiles, it's pretty playful. Second base doesn't seem to bother her, but considering the circumstances I don't push for third, even though I subtly hint at it. I leave at midnight. I stare into her eyes at the door. She says this is the last time. I kiss her softly but passionately, holding the last kiss for quite longer than standard kiss, hinting that I'm savoring the moment, which I am, just in case I can't fix this. I whip out my cell phone again and pretend to check the date again.
''February 23rd, Sandra, top chrono'' (this means ''the timer starts'' now in french implying that we're counting the days 'til we relapse.)
''Good night''
''Good night, Sandra'' a confident, but not cocky smile on my face.
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So I humbly ask you gentlemen to help me mindfuck this girl into falling in love with me. Cheers! (By the way if you have taken the time to read all this, thanks, it's really appreciated).
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