OK...so this past summer I went to a pre college program (I was a junior then), this program was full of hot chicks, many from other countries.
I did not know about game during the first part of the three weeks, but a roommate introduced me to a vast wealth of info. I soon began to realize mistakes I often make when I approach girls. I did all the beginner's stuff (breaking aa, improving posture, developing an attractive personality), and soon I was doing alright.
Then I saw my prize, a gorgeous Canadian girl, now I had just been cautioned against the dangers of oneitis, but this was something that I just was not going to be deterred from. I decided that I could not go home to New York without getting somewhere with this beautiful girl.
Conveniently there was a campus-wide dance at the end of that week. After having what another friend called a "queer eye session" with my PUA roommate, I looked and acted quite (for lack of a better word) pimp. I went to the dance and amog defused 13 guys (I was not the only one to see the beauty in this girl), admittedly I cannot take all the credit, a male friend of this girl (I never could decide if he had been Ljbf'd or he simply wanted to be friends with her) helped me out. I was not amazing at my game (I had only just taken a crash course). I got several sentences in where most had merely spoken words before being muffled by the next potential suitor. I learned a few details about this girl, including her name, which I had not known before lol.
I returned to my dorm feeling satisfied with what little I had learned. Then after more classes, and night time pua learning sessions the next campus-wide dance (there was one each week) came around. This one was in a legitimate club off campus, which was both a blessing and a curse. The curse was that despite searching tirelessly (taking care not to let my desperation show) I simply could not find my canadian beauty anywhere. Another girl HB 6.7 found me and I handled the situation spectacularly, we made out and the following night I got to third base.
She left me on the third day, I was not disturbed, in fact I believe it hurt her more. For me this simply meant more time to get some where with this mystery girl I had barely talked to.
Skipping over another sizable chunk of time irrelevant to this story, the night before the last dance I saw her sitting on a bench with a dumb Italian guy (no offense). I saw this as a golden opportunity, I told my pua friend and he agreed to wing with me. We walked over and using a nonthreatening manner and a question opener, destroyed this guy's game. His friends must have been watching from a distance, they in turn walked over and with a cacophonous manner shot down my game and left me to take pictures of a game of Twister that they were now starting. I wanted to leave but my friend said I should comply, as the battle was supposedly not yet a loss. I agreed. Minutes later everyone left for their dorms and it was over.
The next day at the dance I approached this girl with my friends (who I forced to dress nicely and for this once act as if I was the alpha of the group). She did, fortunately recognize me out of the sea of hundreds of faces as "camera man"...not the best recognition, but recognition nonetheless. I gave it my all and amog defused and used all my techniques until she was just about ready to walk off with me and make out on a bench....with just a stroke of my luck the italian guy from the previous night walked up behind her, put his arm around her and dragged her off. This was of course ok in her eyes, as she definitely liked him, maybe not as much as myself, but this is what I got for not pulling the proverbial trigger.
She looked back as they walked off in a fairly romantic way (I am not bullshitting here) as if too say: "I'd rather be with you". I nodded my head in acknowledgment and walked off as there was nothing else that I thought I could do. On the last day I saw her again and she said bye with a real sense of remorse. Then it was time and I took the train home. 3+ months have passed since that.
During the first month I was in facebook correspondence, but that soon ended. Now despite the odds being against me, I would like to reopen so to speak, But I don't see how that's possible seeing as we live 360 miles away and facebook has been a less than successful medium for communication with her. Don't tell me I handled it wrong, that's probably true, but I'd like to pursue any chance I have left with this HB9. How might I do this? BTW we dont really have any common interests other than enjoying tea, as strange as that sounds.
Sorry for writing a novel in your forum EDIT: I have put in place a rudimentary paragraph structure
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