Okay, so here's the story. I'm taking a class on memoir writing. In the class I had the opportunity to hook up with two of the girls. One an HB 6-7, the other an HB 8. The HB 6.5 is a lost cause. She turned out to be a bit of a nutter.

The HB 8, however, was a lot of fun. We hung out, got coffee, went to my place, and I used my personal game style to seduce her. K-close with manual sex. She wanted to go to an F-close, but was on her period and was very squeamish about it.

We hang out again a week later. The circumstances are not conducive to kissing again, so I think I lost momentum there. I told her I'd like to take her out on a real date, see where things go. She was all for it.

Then I had to hand out my memoir to the workshopping class that Tuesday. Thing is, in the memoir piece I basicaly reveal my seduction technique, which was almost to the T what I did to the HB 8. She read it, obviously, and suddenly would not respond to my messages on Facebook.

I bumped into her the next Monday, the day before our next class together when everyone would critique my piece en masse. I was on a break from another workshop and was at the vending machine when I see her walkign my way down the hall. She sees me and I can see her tense up. I'll have none of that awkwardness, so I just shout out, "Hey, what's up!?" SHe comes over, quiet, searching for words.

"Nothing much," she says.

As I take out my wallet for vending money I say, "Hey, how was your..." I pause. I almost say, "How was your Break?" I forget that Spring Break was two weeks ago and that we had actually seen each other since. So, I paused, and then said, "How was your week?"

She suddenly gets very energetic, and says, sarcastic, nasty, "OH! THe usually SO eloquent Ed here stumbles on his words!" It was the best she had.

I cock an eyebrow and ignore it. "Anyway, how was your week," I repeat as I feed the machine a second bill.

"How much money are you putting into that," she asks.

I take on a tone of mock lecture, "Well, I put two dollars into the machine, press the button," I do this, "And behold! I get a soda and two quarters! Look, before I had two bills, now I have two coins, isn't that cool?"

She seems somewhat stunned.

I begin to walk away, back to my class. "Well, I gotta go. See ya tomorrow."

I'm only a few steps away when she calls to me, "Wait!"

I turn. "Yes?"

Sheepishly, she says, "Is there a bathroom around here?"

I walk over to her and point out the door to the bathrooms.

"Is there a women's room there?"

She's not usually this dumb so I give her a funny look. "Yeah. There's also a men's room, but I suggest the women's for you. But you have options."

"Thanks." Sheepish. She walks away.

The next day in class she won't sit next to me as she usually does and at the end of everyone workshopping my piece, she won't give me her copy with her notes on it, says she'll give it to me next week (which will be tomorrow, Tuesday).

Great moment when everyone is workshopping my piece: everyone is getting into a flurry about the content, kind of bothered by what they call "manipulation." Suddenly, spurred on by everyone and their comments, the HB 8 calls out, "Yeah, it's not like this stuff would even wo-" She trails off. Very funny moment for me.

Anyway, I'm just curious if you guys see this as a lost cause or if there's a way to fix this up. Because she's a really nice person (if a bit nutty, apparently) and absolutely gorgeous.

Let's hear it!

That was a funny ass story Talon(lol).

BTW,what the hell are you doing suggesting going on a traditional date?

You've already been fingering this girl and all that.

You'd be regressing(backward seducing)by now going on a date.

Lay her if she's still willing.

Is it a lost cause?

If you keep getting all wussy about it.

But I really dont know if its the memoir that has her freezing out.

Im too tired to figure this one;its like after 2 am.

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She's not a lost cause, when she asked for a bathroom that was fucking PERFECT! You probably shouldn't have been to cocky, but hell she's still into you despite revealing everything.
She's still into you my friend, so work it.

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First, in reply k-loc, it is definetely the memoir. After I told her I'd be taking her on a date she was excited about it and stayed in communication with me. And just two days after I handed out the story she stopped responding.

And as far as asking her out on a traditional date, I really did it in the most non-AFC way I could. I like the traditional date for building a foundation for a LTR (it's worked for me in the past). I essentially informed her that if she had no objections, I'd be taking her out. It was done with utmost confidence and control. I can still see why it comes off as "wussy" but the frame control of the situation I think made it seem less so to her.

And to Mask61636, thanks for the encouragement. I did however just remember, upon reviewing my journal, that she also saw my ex-gf rubbing my crotch through my pants outside my classroom last week. That probably didn't help, lol.

I think I'll get her comments tomorrow, see what she has to say in them, and then judge the situation from there.

Yeah, her catching another girl on your jock is never a good thing. Ignore it though, if she brings it up explain that it's an ex trying to win you back. You're good at what you do. Say with a wink and she may even be curious to bone you immediately.

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Doesn't even seem like she was freezing you out, you just started getting cocky and rude for no reason? Not sure why after you had already built enough rapport to be kissing and fingering, that you would then turn around and act like an ass?

Not a lost cause, but it will be if you keep brushing her off and acting like a douche.

I must have communicated something poorly. My game was not rude at all before she froze me. At the vending machine my tone was highly teasing, although I can, indeed, see how it could be taken as rude and overly cocky. If she stops.

So, just for timeline purposes, she froze me out after reading the story, and then about a week later was the vending machine incident.

Like I said, I'm going to wait to read her BL and her comments on my writing tomorrow then decide how to move forward, and if it's worth my time.

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I understood the timeline, and my comment still stands. Vending machine was DOUCHEY, why are you trying to be cocky and teasing when this girl thinks you're just fucking with her? That is the time you are supposed to be acting sincere and genuinely interested. So...as I said, stop acting like a douche and the recovery is simple.

Ah, I understand where you're coming from now. Thanks for the clarification. I'll update tomorrow after I interact with her.

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So here's what happened yesterday:

I'm walking to class staring at a paper I have in my hand when HB8 comes up from behind and shouts, "DELINQUENT!"

I jump and look around. I see it's her and say, "Jesus you scared me!" Then what she said registers in my head. "You're late for class too! Don't even try that," I say with a smile.

We start talking about the classmates' stories that we had to read for today. THen I comment to her that she has to give me her notes on my piece still. She says that she hasn't finished b/c she hasn't had time.

When we get upstair we see that everyone is sitting outside the room b/c it's locked. WHen we're finally let in I make sure that I walk ahead of HB9 so that I can grab my seat first to see if she sits next to me. SHe has her choice of seats, but chooses the one closest to me.

After she sits she turn to me. "Don't take up all the space this time! I'm taking up like 20 percent of this table, you're taking up, like, 40," she says.

"I know, you're a very tall girl, you need leg room. I understand," I replied smirking, and lean away slightly.

The class starts. For the next hour and a half we're workshopping someone's piece. Even though I've given HB8 some space, she bumps me with her arm. I give her a very severe look (it is meant, and taken, as joking). During the break a bunch of us go to get coffee. As we get our coffees HB8 turns to me and says, "Hey, what are you doing after class?"

"I was going to get my hair cut, why?"

"Yeah, you need one," she says.

I tug at a lock. "Yeah, it's a beast," I say, laughing. "Why do you want to knwo what I'm doing?"

"I was hoping you'd help me fix up my memoir. You're really good at that stuff."

I think for a moment. "Listen, isn't that reading tonight? Peter Thabit Jones, or something?"

"Yeah."

"No, wait. It was postponed to next Tuesday because of the volcano thing. He can't get here. Otherwise I was going to say we could do it after that if you were going."

She tells me she doesn't think it's cancelled and I say we'll check when we get back to the classroom.

I comment about her belt and how one of the belt loops is a belt, and then this other guy (alpha) joins in with me, joking. I play with it a lttle bit, then notice everyone is leaving. "They're leaving us. Let's go," I say.

As we step outside HB8 turns to me and says, "No Bogart, okay?"

I'm confused for a moment, as you probably are. In my memoir I talk about how I modeled myself on Alpha film actors, like Humphrey Bogart. So she was refering back to me helping me with her story and just sort of throws this statement out in the middle of nowhere, basically saying, No playing around with me! I don't get this at first, so I just go, "Wha?"

When we get up the stairs to the level the class is on it sinks in what she meant. "Oh, you meant, like in my story! Haha! Yeah, okay," I say sarcastically.

We go back to class. As class is going I finish my iced coffee and she hands me hers. I whisper, "For me?"

She says, "Yes."

"Thanks," and I start to drink.

After class I turn to her as I’m packing up and say, “So I guess you don’t want me to bring my anthology of Ancient Celtic erotica to when I help you with your story, hunh?” I’m referring to in my memoir how I like to plant my Victorian Erotica anthology book in eyesight of girls I invite back to my place. It’s a great seduction tool!

“No,” she says, dryly.

We start to leave and we walk together. As we walk we talk about my piece and what she thought of it.

“You want me to be honest,” she asks.

“No, lie to me, that’d be useful. OF course tell me the truth!”

“You sounded like a tool. With everything plotted out like that. Seducing these girls with everything calculated so precisely.”

“I don’t always do that, the channeling actors thing. It depends on the girl.” I was trying to hint that I didn’t do that to her. I don’t know if it worked. I considered going a little more direct and asking if she thought I did the same to her (and I’m still considering asking) but we parted ways, me saying I’d call her if I was free later (I wasn’t).

So, that’s what’s going one. That’s the update. I guess I’m going to help her with her memoir, but I’m not sure how I should handle gaming her at our next private meet-up.

Any questions, just ask and I’ll clarify anything I’ve written.

Any ideas on how to game her next time?

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This is STILL on...

Come on, every girl wants a player secretly...

OK she's gonna be pissed that you seduced her, but she'll find it refreshing that it is now all out in the open. There's nothing left to hide from her really.

'So you seduced her... Big FUCKING deal??'

Get it, if you treat it like it's no big deal... It suddenly doesn't become a big deal. What's wrong with knowing a little game to get the girl? You genuinely like her and you used everything at your disposal to get her... Girls do this indirectly ALL the time. . . with stuff they read in Cosmo right?? And it's supposed to be OK?

Be unapologetic. She'll fall into YOUR frame.

Just be there for her... Show her you're consistent...She'll keep chipping away at you with all her little shit tests...All you have to do is be un-reactive. She'll cave in. If she was really really bothered, do you think she would KEEP talking to you??

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Tweeby hit the nail on the head.

Help her out, throw in the odd neg, and while your helping maybe use some ESP techniques, maybe the cube, to re-gain some trust? You should know bits about her too.

When she starts to trust you again your in.

Great stuff man, I am impressed.

Thank you, gentlemen, for those ideas and the confidence boost.

I'll update as things arise.

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Good luck Tal0n.. You can do it man!

Okay, I’m thinking that this post might benefit from a more thorough review of what has transpired between myself and the HB8, especially considering I just realized I never mentioned that she’s a virgin. This girl is the most difficult to read person I’ve ever met and perhaps someone else can see in this record some further hints.

I actually keep a very detailed personal journal and my first and second get together with her are recorded there. HB8 is called Chelsea, and I have a GF named Dani (open relationship). HB8 and I are in a memoir writing workshop together and we decided to meet up on a Saturday to read some of our writing and critique each other. My printer broke and she forgot hers. I pick her up in my GF’s car at her dorm (Mountainview/Whitney). The journal entry extract begins:

…Shortly, I arrive at Mountainview, behind Whitney, and call Chelsea to come down to the car. She tells me she doesn’t have her stuff to workshop and will be down momentarily. Chelsea and I drive to Cyber Café West. There we order coffees, myself a Black Widow latte. We sit and chat by the stage. There I learn that my Creative Non-Fiction classmate, from Buffalo, and winner of a school writing competition, is also a friend of my housemate and friend. We then head to my house where we discuss the merits and drawbacks of certain pieces of literature. I read from the Old English Beowulf and Middle English Canterbury Tales Prologue. She also developed something of a catchphrase in regards to me: “Of course you do/did.” After a while of explaining how I lived in Australia, worked in a factory, have been in films, ride a unicycle, eat fire, have a summer job that flies me around the country, etc, this became the only appropriate response apparently. We migrated to my room where she sat on the bed and I alternated between standing and sitting away from her, until I tried to get her to dance. Failing at that, I sat inches away. I tried to find an angle to begin a sexual conversation which has been exceedingly difficult. I tried for about 30-40 minutes and then hit gold with, “What’s on your bucket list?” She said “Sex while skydiving.” This leads its conversational way to HBO’s Real Sex. I then direct towards personal experiences, then, last step, kissing expertise. I ask her how well she kisses, how she would rate herself. She appears mildly confused and uncertain about the question. I offer to rate her myself. She protests that I have a girlfriend. I say, “It’s an open relationship. Relationship on the rocks. Take your pick.” I tell her I want to kiss her, and as I slowly lean in, placing my hand behind her head, she says, softly, like a whimper, “Okay.” Kissing leads to my hand on her thigh, then the ol’ Push-Pull until I have her topless, braless, and my right hand descends beneath the waist of her jeans. She stops me, saying, “I have my period.” I think a moment, then say, “Is that a problem for you?” She says it is. I tell her that I’m only going to play a little bit. As I reach for her fun-button (not sure how explicit I can be here) I can feel her pad. She is wet. I inspect my finger. Clean. I decide I will explore further. As I continue to caress her with my lips I massage her and hear, with anguish, “You make it so hard to say no.” I take this as my cue and wait only a few moments before slowly dipping my first two fingers inside of her. I feel a membrane and before I can even consider the impediment, I hear, “Ow!” I think, Oh no, not another one, in reference to the Vaginismus of Catherine and Danielle. I am paused, unsure of how to continue. Then she speaks up, “This probably isn’t a great time to tell you this, but I’m a virgin.” I can only respond wordlessly, with widened eyes, and, perhaps, an “Oh.” She says, “I’m not ashamed of it, I just haven’t found anyone I wanted to take it.” And here I thought she was experienced. She continues, “I would just need you to be very slow and careful with me.” Oh! So she wants me to take it? Sweet. I’m practically a certified virgin trainer! I tell her of course I would be. She says not today, which I understand, what with the period and the suddenness of it all. She says it usually turns most guys off. I say it’s okay, and tell her my patented, “You tell me how much we do, and that’s what we do.” Again, as always, this receives a very puzzled look. We continue in our amorous activity, pausing frequently to talk, until it is time to bring her home. Back at her dorm, in the car, I do the come hither motion with my finger and she leans over to kiss me. We begin to kiss and I go to put my hand on the side of her face to guide the kiss, as I am wont to do, regardless of kiss duration. Before any more than just the tips of my fingers contacts her cheek, she pushes it away, and says, while slowly pulling away, “That’s all for now.”…

End journal entry. She promptly left the car. About a week, give or take, passes. We have a workshop class, everything is normal. Then the next journal excerpt:

… I met up again with Chelsea to workshop. We went to K&K’s Teahouse (a.k.a. Bubble Tea) and then went back to campus, to the Anderson Center where we sat on the stage and read each other’s work. I tried to convince her to go to the elevator thingy, but she would have none of it. We then walked to her dorm in Mountainview. I told her I wanted to take her out, as in, on a date. She kept repeating that she didn’t know how she felt about me. At her suite I met her suitemates, but never saw her room as she was locked out. One suitemate gave me a king sized Kit Kat bar. We played Tap Tap Revenge 2. I asked to kiss her. She said, “Not tonight.”…

So, there you go. Those are the first two “dates” in detail. You have all the other interactions in great detail earlier in this thread.

Lot’s of detail, but I figure the more you all have, the better you’ll be able to advise me.

I’m going to call her tomorrow to see when she wants to get together to work on her piece.

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