Bit longish...it was weird and complex. I'll try to keep it as short as I can.

I didn't even really plan on picking anybody up last night. I was going out to a salsa club with my regular dance partner (she's my age, married, a reliable partner, cute, has a lot of hot friends, and girls who don't know any better think she's my gf) and some other friends. I figured I'd work some minor gaming technique on a couple girls and see where it got me, but was really just out to have a good time with several people I hadn't seen in a while.

A buddy of mine's new girl brought a friend of hers (let's just call her M), and we hit it off VERY quickly. It was the most bizarre thing--this girl was me with big tits. We were so similar, down to minute things, it was almost scary. Being that she is like me, it wasn't long after we'd been introduced before she started throwing out barbs and talking about her boobs. I can dish it out too, and responded in kind, and man, I spent the evening BLASTING this girl with negs. I quickly got a sense of what was "too far" and almost always stopped just short of going there, and she also knew I was busting on her some of the times, but I went much, much, MUCH further with her than I usually would, largely because she was negging me constantly and giving more shit tests than I ever thought one girl could launch in four hours, but it was so obvious that she was dying to get with me (which is not something I experience often, mind you). She kept this running gag going where she'd joke about how she believes I'm gay, and I wouldn't let it get to me, and first I just kept cracking that she needed to come into the bathroom with me. Then finally I just decided when she said it again, I was gonna grab her somewhere more personal every time. One time she said it and I just point blank grabbed her tits, and she said, "Oh, that's fine. Gay men can feel my boobs whenever they want," so I was like ::shrug:: and spent about twenty seconds blatantly massaging them in full view (and got the WILDEST looks from folks around...my friends thought it was HILARIOUS).

When she went to the bathroom, my buddy told me she really liked me but felt embarrassed because I was a much better dancer than her, and so I started going MIA a lot. I'd come around, have a sip of my drink, grab her ass, insult her a little, and then disappear for twenty minutes, and when she saw me again I'd be gyrating past with some random hottie. Lather, rinse, repeat. I also pissed her off REALLY bad 'cause I'm bad with names and legitimately forgot hers in the middle of the evening (but I got a friend to tell me right in front of her and then breezily convinced M I'd just been fucking with her all along). And for the most part I stopped registering any reaction at all to her negs, which PISSED her off, and I pointed it out and laughed in her face.

After a while, M and I were grinding all over each other (and actually had a small crowd turned around watching the intensity we were throwing off). Then she bought me a drink and made some crack about how I can't dance. I said, "God, you always on the attack like this?" and she said, "I'm not attacking--you're just trying to overcompensate for your insecurity about being gay." I said, "Nah, bitch--you're overcompensating for your insecurity about your small breasts." She threw her head back and laughed a Disney villain cackle, then said, "Bite me." So I bit her. She dismissed my bite as weak and called me a pussy, so I grabbed her head and bit the hell out of her neck. She agreed that was much better, then started giving me shit about something else, and I just reached out and grabbed her hips possessively and yanked her close, pounding her against me, grabbed her face and said, "Hey--shut up!" and kissed her hard. (This was the first kiss I've had in easily six months or more...I broke through a MAJOR fear there because going through with the first kiss has always terrified me.) After a few seconds, she broke and said, "You kiss like a homo too," and I grabbed her ass and squeezed, pressed my throbbing boner against her, kissed her again, then snarled, "Fuck you," then kissed her again, shoved her back down into her seat, and disappeared back into the crowd.

She kept telling me I was gonna be disappointed with her because she doesn't do one-night stands and that was what I was looking for; I told her I never said that and that I don't do one-night stands and so maybe she should stop assuming shit about me. (I wasn't really lying, as so far the opportunity hasn't come up lol.) Later on, after more barbs and kisses had been exchanged and after I shocked some more people by shoving my hands down her bra for a while (hey, she started that one), she agreed, in Datelinespeak, to accompany me to the second location, in this case a diner. Then when we were about to leave, she decided she wanted to go to another club instead. I wasn't all about being in another crowd with her, then she started going back and forth on the decision. We ended up going to the diner, but in the car she kept up with the barbs--only outside the club setting, it wasn't funny and it wasn't cute. It's one thing when you can exchange insults after a couple drinks in a crowded nightclub and then kiss and grope, but sober and across a car from each other, that's just called arguing, which is what it was, and she was pissing me off. I was still negging here and there and occasionally being distant and arch in a jokey way, but I cut the aggression by about half because I was SO intense at the club where the vibe was comfortable and fun that I believed (and, I think, rightly so?) the same behavior elsewhere would come off as verbally brutal and verging on sexual assault. She continued at the restaurant after I told her I was attempting to be straight with her and demanded she stop, and when she didn't, I grabbed my coat, got up, snapped my fingers, and said, "Uh-uh--come on. I'm tired of this shit." She laughed and claimed I was bluffing her, so I just turned around and walked out, and she had to come get me and drag me back in. I told her I was done fucking around if she couldn't start being decent. We managed to get through our food and she asked to go watch a movie and make out. I said sure.

Except when we went back downtown to get her car, we wound up in my car for an hour with her being a headcase. For the record, I do now realize that by this point everything that followed is completely my fault because I should've just broken off and gone home, but I was kind of fascinated because it was so baffling. She started talking about how she doesn't date and doesn't do anything and doesn't want any kind of contact with guys--which only 100% contradicts everything from the club--and how if we went back to her house she was just gonna use me to make out but then that would lead to expectation of more and she didn't want that. I finally was just like, "Look, we're goin to your house and we're making out" and so we went. And then she was immediately very closed off and her bitch shield went up so hard I'm pretty sure it was audible. We wound up in her bed watching a movie and when I tried to kiss her she got all weird and started babbling about how I had expectations. Since making out was part of the plan as advertised and outlined by her, I threw my hands up, put my pants back on, and went home. Dragged my ass in at dawn, bitter and blue-balled.

What the fuck happened to the fun, horny hottie I was with for four hours at the club? It was like once the moonlight hit her she turned into a crazy-ass werebitch. I'm sure I'll end up in the same room with her again at some point--IF she's normal again ('cause I'm not dealing with her ever again if she's gonna be a weird bitch all the time) is it worth bothering at all, and if so, what should I do? Also, I know I clearly made all the right moves during the first half of the night--I gotta say, I was pretty great. Why and how did things fall apart when I tried to take more control and move the game elsewhere? Was it on me (and was it because I pulled back on the aggressive intensity) or is it simply that she's nuts? I feel this was definitely a big learning experience but I don't have the perspective to really see it properly. Any and all thoughts much appreciated.

my goodness... this is an extremely interesting story lol.... i'm hoping some of the more experienced heads will read this and respond to it, as I myself am very interested to find out lol

Holy shit!

Crazy story.."werebitch" XD. I dunno what to tell you bro.

Hopefully someone else can help you, because I'd like to see what they have to say also.

Hahaha if nothing else I'm glad I could at least entertain. I've already moved on and am not really pissed about it anymore, just want to make sure I learn as much as I can from it. Also yeah, I've already come to realize it makes a great story and have begun telling varying versions of it lol.

Haha..yeah..As i was reading I was like.."WAIT WTF!?!?!"..XD

well at any rate yeah you do have one additional story stored in your arsenal of stories........ prob gotta twist one or two things if u are gonna tell it to a female though haha.

very very...interesting story... werebitch when moonlight hit her....lmaooo XD ... well bro... I m just a newbie... so cant be much of a help to u other then learn something from your story... Hope some really experienced ppl....come up with what went wrong....

It's not really that unusual to be honest. The girl was first of all at least drunk, and probably on drugs. She sounds like a wild party chick and I wouldn't be surprised. It's that kind of girls that I used to go after, until I realized that they do turn into "werebitch" as soon as they step out of the club. Too much drama with them usually.
Now you weren't that great in the club bro. You managed to attract the girl, but you seriously messed up every single step after that.
"Being that she is like me, it wasn't long after we'd been introduced before she started throwing out barbs and talking about her boobs. I can dish it out too, and responded in kind, and man, I spent the evening BLASTING this girl with negs."
- It is not necessary to blast a girl with negs. One or two, well placed is all you need. It is just to bring the girl down to your level if her perceived social value is above yours. You should be C&F after that, but that's a different thing. negging

Now you already had social proof. This girl knew that you're a man of high value. There was no need for you to show her that you're much better dancer than her and that you go around picking up different woman. You were already pre-selected, you're there with friends who introduced you to her.
So the set was already open. Your freinds told you that she likes you, so you've already attracted her. Then you got stuck in that stage!
Instead of going with the conversation about her boobs, use that to qualify her by saying something like "yeah, you got hughe boobs, but so do many, many other girls. Besides that, can you name three other things you got going for you as to why somebody would be interested in dating you".
Without qualifing her, and talking about her boobs when she mentions them, you don't differ from any other guy she met that wants to fuck her just because of her big boobs.
After you qualify her, if she really has anything going for her besides her chest, you move into connection and comfort. Now that she knows you have close friends, and aren't some creepy guy in the club, she knows that she has to work to get your interest, you made her feel a connection with you, and she's comfotable around you, she won't have a change of heart after you guys leave the club.
If she's tipsy, she's grinding you and released all the sexual energy on the dance floor, she now is sobering up, she doesn't really know you, and she really doesn't trust you and has figured that you were just going after a quick lay... should you really be surprised she starts acting like a werebitch?
Instead of grinding her with your boner, and giving her enough of thongue wrestling to be sore for a day, what if you came in with a soft touch on her cheek, a soft kiss, and whispered to her "that's all you get for right now"?
Just a thought.

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Just wanted to say great story found it an intresting read but I'm afraid I dont really have much to add

I agree with sL!CK... your approach brought out that side of her.

She was experiencing buyers remorse, and/or LMR. Basically, once she got out of the *moment,* she realized that you and her did not possess enough rapport to warrant her putting out. You are top-notch Alpha with her, and had high social proof, but you still didn't have value TO HER. Other than your physical approaches, did you give her a reason why sleeping with you would benefit her? If/when you see her again, work on DHV and build rapport, and her pants will come off much easier. As Style says, "Rapport = Trust + Comfort."

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Some facts I should clarify, either because I wasn't clear or I didn't think they were important to mention the first time around:
Nope, not that kind of girl, believe it or not. She doesn't go out all that much at all anymore. She hasn't dated anyone in a little over a year, has a good job with a lot of responsibility, is a decent girl, and so is her friend (my bud's girl) who introduced me to her. My bud knows me too well to try and hook me up with a party girl. And neither of us were ever really drunk. We both had three slow drinks over about four hours in between a lot of dancing, so we weren't really much more than "loosened up." I would NOT have tried to pick up a girl if I suspected she was wasted or high.
She knew I was more than just the AMOG at the club. The four of us met up next door at a cozy, laid-back wine bar before heading to the club, and we all chatted over a glass of wine and got to know each other (I don't really know my bud's girl) so a lot of basics were covered, and by the time we got to the club she knew there was plenty more to me than that. She thought I interesting and cool (and said many times that night that I remind her of some of her friends) and very funny. And her gay jokes actually started as a result of the chat at the wine bar, which was one of the reasons I swung so hard in the alpha direction when we changed locations.

I negged her so hard because that's what she was dealing in (my bud confirms she has a very acerbic sense of humor) and the whole night (even the time at the club) constantly negging and shit-testing me. She came off as someone who's naturally very competitive; also, she's very well spoken and read and has a high wit and I know she really enjoys verbal interplay, so I negged back as hard as I did because the David-and-Maddie thing seemed to be turning her on. I got the impression (her friend later strongly confirmed) she doesn't often meet guys who can keep up with her wit, and I honestly believe she loved that every time she threw something out at me I was right back with an equal response, no hesitation. This was not some down-and-dirty cruelty thing where I just kept hammering at a girl for no reason. Even given all that, was I wrong to keep matching wits with the negs? Would it have been a better idea to hold off? The banter was turning her on. I felt if I stopped altogether she'd assume I'd caved to her and she'd grow bored.

In between all that I was occasionally tender and displayed that I wasn't all about sex. There were a couple of points when we sat very close on a couch and just sort of quietly conversed in whispers. I kissed her nose a couple of times and made funny faces at her. I did become very offended when she accused me of wanting a one-night stand. And right when we were walking out of the club she negged me pretty harshly and I stopped her, guided her slowly back against the brick wall, put one finger on her lips, gently whispered, "Hey...stop," and kissed her very softly. There was some variety in there.

I attempted dozens of times to establish more rapport in the car and at the restaurant...that was the whole reason I wanted to go to the diner instead of just another club. I thought she might be testing me with that--another club would just be another dim place to grind and make out, as opposed to someplace quiet and very public where we could talk again. I felt since I'd been SO alpha at the club I could afford to try being a little sweet, and I really did make an honest effort of it. We talked a little about our previous relationships. I attempted to discuss the things we have in common. I asked simple questions about her life and job, and she was just SO resistant--she kept talking about her job and saying how nearby it was but repeatedly refused to tell me the name. And not, I have to say, because she thought I would stalk her, but just because she felt like being difficult. (She finally coughed it up randomly several hours later.)

I really feel that between the wine bar, the club, and the diner, I gave her more than enough information to know believe that I had good intentions and am a complete person. When she kept going on about "expectations" it was so odd because it was in spite of the fact that she'd been the one talking about going home and getting physical whereas I'd been trying to establish more connection with her. By then I got the sense that she was actively trying to drive me off. More and more I'm really wondering if I bombed out because I stopped going head-to-head with her and she got bored like I feared.

In light of all this, am I way off base in thinking that? Or was I still wrong to keep responding to the negs in the first place? Did I still not do a good enough job of trying to really connect, or is the fault with her for not letting me?

Well, all I got right now is: "the bitch is crazy!"
I have all the love for the women but sometimes a girl needs a shrink not a boyfreind or something.
One thing that worked for me as a preemptive LMR measure is telling a girl that I can only cuddle with her for a minute, and then she/I got to go. Or that I never have sex this early, just to have it seem to be up to her.
You've done a lot of reviewing of that night, pretty much covered your bases, one thing that I feel you might need to caliberate in the future is just the frame control.
Otherwise, yeah, the bitch is crazy.
I'm sure there is a pretty good reason she hasn't dated/been laid in a year.

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Hmm...fair enough. Anywhere you'd suggest starting for working on frame control?

I'm not sure of top of my head where I read about it, but basicaly it's about being the one who is in control of the interaction. You did it later, by telling her to stop with the banter and you just need to do that more and on time.

I re-read both posts and right now all I can say is that there's probably some serious emotional issues that the girl is having.

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I think I've met that same chick...if so, she's fucked up and I would stay away.
Here's what it is: borderline personality disorder - they're out there and they are dangerous.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Borderline_personality