Field Report Saturday 16th July 2011:
Appologies for errors, ive not had time to check this...
Ok, so this report will be really interesting for me to write and hopefully interesting to read. A lot has happened in the last two days which has really boosted my confidence and also re-affirmed that I have actually come so far in these last three months. I seriously cannot believe how I have changed. Well, given that I have a lot to write I will just get into the business of the day.
I went in early 2:30pm to do some street game before I met everyone later, the reason for this was because I wanted to get some practice in, in case my arranged date with Kim, an American girl I met two weeks ago took a long time. I had arranged to meet her at 8:20 in her favourite bar, Nuvo. To be honest, I would say that I felt burnt-out before I had even started. Given that I had a date on Tuesday, Sarged on Wednesday, and Worked on Thursday before going out with Jackal and the guys again on Friday I was feeling worn out. The only thing that drove me to come out tonight was my sudden addiction to approaching. The more success I get the more fun it becomes and the more fun it becomes the more success I get and the more success I get the more addictive it becomes. A vicious cycle that now has me thinking constantly about pickup!
Fortunately I found my centre, got into my “zone” and was number-closing and instant-dating. My first number-close and instant-date that really turned my mood around fully came about after a really hot one-set entered the REP building. We were really far behind from her but Jackal told Dolphin and Volcano to approach, for some reason they didn’t feel like it but I could not let this set get away from me, if her face was anything like her bum, she would be a 10 to me.
Without ado or hindrance I ran forward to catch this girl who was just entering the REP through two automatic doors. I timed it so that I would stop her about midway through the building. I really wanted this set to work so although I was feeling low energy I forced myself up by grinning, pulling my shoulders back and taking a deep breath so that I would be ready to project my voice.
“Hey stop!” I shouted. I pretended to be more out of breath than I was, I wanted the whole situation to seem impromptu and I wanted to try wording things differently to prove once more to myself that I can be creative and don’t need a script.
“I just chased you all the way from the edge of Broadstreet.” I laughed. “I just had to stop you!” I paused and emphasised my breathlessness, I also wanted her to hang on what I was about to say.
“Erm hello.” She said in a really surprised but none-the-less surprised way, as her eyes made curious contact with mine.
“You are so beautiful; I couldn’t let you by without saying hello.” I reciprocated eye contact and maintained it. This positive response was all I needed. I was now ready and in my “centre”. She was smiling and giving me IOIs I could see them all. I felt so focused.
“Aww thank you, that’s really sweet of you.” She replied. I wanted to keep things flowing so I decided to try something new. There was some metal railing behind me separating the main thoroughfare of the REP with an open Café …
“Hey come with me.” I took her hand quickly and pulled her with me to the side where I leaned against the railing and pulled her towards me to lock her in.
“What is your name?”
“Charlotte, what is yours?”
“My name is Peter.” I used my real name because I now want to feel like I am changing on the inside, and that who she speaks to now is me and not a fashioned persona.
“What on earth are you doing out in Birmingham today?” I continued.
“Well I am here to meet some friends actually and I really need to go.”
“I really need to go too, don’t worry. You see my friends are waiting for me while I talk to you.”
“Aww you left them to talk to me?” She seemed genuinely flattered that I had done this.
“Yea, well, you know, I saw a gorgeous woman, I couldn’t let you just disappear.” I didn’t think about “push-pull”, or anything for that matter, I just felt that I wanted to sincerely compliment her, I think this sincerity fail-safes the whole “A girl has heard that cheesy compliment so many times!” thing.
“Thank you, Peter. What are you doing out tonight?” She probed. I explained that I was out with friends and that we were just on a usual night out after work.
“What do you do?” She asked.
“Well…” I looked into her eyes and kinoed her arm. “I am a German translator, but I want to become a German teacher.”
“OMG, wow!” She shouted. “I am a teacher!’
“Oh you are?!” I shouted back in order to add to the excitement and to change my voice tonality and volume to make myself seem more interesting and an emotional kind of person.
“Yea, I teach art!”
“That’s great! I did art too at A-level but I found all the modern art stuff boring. I love to do true-life sketching.”
We carried on talking in a friendly manner. As the conversation flowed I made sure to keep touching her arms. After five minutes I gauged where I was by quickly placing my hand on her waist and again on her stomach. I knew I was doing well because she didn’t flinch.
“Wow! You know, we should have an instant date!” I suddenly said loudly and excitedly. I wanted her to feel my energy radiating.
“What? Omg this is so random! But I have to meet friends.”
“Come with me!” I said in an excited, fun way as I took her hand and pulled her with me.
“You are now on an instant date with me!” I led her to a table and some seats on the other side of the railing into the Café area. It was completely empty and slightly dark. We sat down at the table next to each other, I made sure we didn’t sit opposite because the table would act as a wall that would make kino impossible. I also remembered to turn the seats so we were facing each other at a 45 degree angle.
She laughed. “OMG an instant date, what on earth do we do?!”
“We talk; I want to get to know you.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this!” She gasped. I could certainly feel the shock and excitement in her voice.
“I want to know what you are like.” I had given her compliments, I thought it was time to make her qualify herself and work for me I decided to do something I remember reading a while back about explaining what you like about a girl and asking her to prove she has those traits. “You are really sexy, but there is much more that I need before I can be fully attracted to you, are you a positive, smart, polite and kind person?” I asked. These actually are things that I hold as important.
“Yea of course I am! I am all of those…” She continued explaining for a good time why she had the qualities I was looking for. As we spoke I lightly teased her about things and threw in small compliments etc. During this time I was also touching her upper legs briefly and lightly. I got no negative response.
I wanted to kiss her. She was so hot she had tanned skin, a really pretty face and her hair was dyed red but she told me her real colour was brunette. After teasing her and making her work for a good ten minutes I decided I wanted to make my move.
“Stand up.” I said as I stood up and took her hand.
“Ok, why.” She asked. I ignored her. I slowed everything down.
“No reason…” I could feel the SPAM changing as I looked deeply into her eyes. I stepped forward so we were really close together. I guess our faces were only nine inches apart. She just looked at me expectantly; she was at 27 slightly older and knew what was happening. If she didn’t like it, she would have moved or said so right now. She didn’t. It was up to me to be pro-active now.
“I stopped you in the street because you are so fucking sexy.” I whispered slowly whilst placing emphasis on “fucking” and “sexy”. She kept looking at me with bright eyes. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. She was having the same experience because I could see her chest rising and falling more intensely as she took deeper, longer breaths.
“Hey…” I said as I looked at her hair. “You have some stray hairs here.” I lifted my hand and gently swiped some hair from her forehead. She stood there silently looking directly into my eyes so I ran my fingers once more lightly through her hair and slid my hand down her cheek before I allowed both hands to blindly search for hers. We stood there silently. Absolutely nothing was said. As I found her hands slid my fingers between hers and pulled her close to me so her body was touching mine.
She let out a nervous laugh. I leaned forward looking at her lips. I was going to kiss her. She stood still. I moved closer still…
“Are you trying to kiss me?!” She suddenly let out as she pulled her face away from mine. I pulled back and turned my face. I wanted to gesture my disappointment at her resistance briefly before turning back to face her.
“Yes, I am going to kiss you.” I whispered. I leaned forward towards the side of her head. She didn’t move so took a deep breath to smell her. “You smell fantastic. I am going to kiss you now” I whispered as I “accidentally” let my lips touch her hears. I pulled back again, this time to face her.
“Now…” I said. “Close your eyes.” She smiled and complied so I held tightly onto her hands and leaned in. Our lips touched, I could taste her lip-balm. I pulled back to tease her. She sighed. So I moved quickly back in to let our lips touch once more and she kissed me.
The kiss itself was nothing special. Just a standard kiss on the lips, I wanted a proper one. So I said:
“This time do it properly.”
“No! You’re making me laugh! I can’t. I already gave you a peck anyway.” She said shyly. So I teased and complemented her a few more times to get her feeling more comfortable.
“Why are you so nervous?” I asked.
“I am kind of seeing someone.”
“Uh oh, a boyfriend?
“Well no, but I have been on 4 dates with him.” This is acceptable for me; she is not officially in a relationship with someone.
“Well you are now on a date with me. Don’t feel bad. Blame me.” I leaned forward again. She gave no resistance. We kissed and I felt her tongue gently enter my mouth as she initiated a French-Kiss. I removed my hands from her hands, gripped the back of her waist and pulled her close to me. We stood there kissing and whispering to each other for a few more minutes before she said she had to leave. Naturally I got her contact details (although she was reluctant to give them considering she was “seeing” someone). But the struggle went like this…
“Give me your details.”
“I can’t I’m seeing someone.”
“But you aren’t in a relationship. Besides he can’t be that great if you are allowed me to go on an instant date with you. Look you let me kiss you after ten minutes. What does that say?”
“But, this is all in the moment.”
“Exactly, we have a connection! I know this is in the moment but I can give you much more. We can have adventures together. Take now for example: I chased you down the street, stopped you, we went on an instant date and kissed. How often does that happen? We have had a mini adventure and we don’t even know each other…think of all the fun we would have if we did know each other…”
“I don’t know, I feel really guilty. Give me your number and I’ll call you…”
“That’s not how it works…you have a choice, you say no, and you never see me again and losing the spark we had, or you say yes and you can have the possibility of seeing me again in the future…” After some deliberation she finally gave in.
We hugged, and parted ways; both of us were thrilled and excited about the interaction that had just taken place. I know for a fact (I asked), that such an event has never happened to her, I made her day and she will remember me. I went back to the guys happy and pumped. It felt like I had done things right.
I also want to mention the date that I had arranged for tonight with the American girl, Kim. It went really well, with a lot of kissing and touching but there was a major twist which made the illusive F-close just slip out of my reach lol! This is the most disastrous yet fun-filled date I have ever experienced and although really I guess I ought to have felt disappointed, but as events transpired, by the end of the night I felt like a million dollars.
Before coming out today I had arranged a date with an American girl I had met in the street two weeks ago, I was really thrilled to be meeting her because she was a 10, I remember she had long legs, a really nice body, and an amazing face. In fact Jackal had actually ordered me to approach her for these reasons. I´m glad I complied. We had arranged to meet at 8:20, I had wanted some time to with the guys but also I wanted to keep some time open in case Georgina, the Romanian girl I had met on Wednesday called me for a date at 6pm as she said she would. I was not hopeful but there is always a small chance I guess so for this reason I left some time open. As I expected, she flaked, I received no call, either way I wasn’t disappointed or surprised, I had number-closed her in 5 mins and that is not much time for a girl to gain trust I guess. Besides I had a solid date with a 10 arranged.
After staying out with my friends for an extra few hours I finally made my way to Nuvo where I was to meet Kim. To be honest though I needed to call her and tell her I was here and pretend to be outside as I called. I actually called her because the bar was literally loaded with hot girls and I couldn’t remember exactly how Kim looked. Eventually I found her standing at the bar ordering drinks.
“Hey!” I said as I placed my hand lightly on her back. She turned around and screamed “hello” excitedly at me. I guess this is an American thing. I hear they are all high energy.
“How are you?! Check you out! You look gorgeous!” She screamed again before giving me a tight hug. I was actually really shocked by the way she was treating me because all the time I had been texting and calling her to come out she had been playing REALLY hard to get. She made me really work to get her out.
“What do yaaa want.” She asked in her strong Chicago accent.
“Erm, just a Corona.” I would drink, but only a couple. I find if I go teetotal on dates like I do when I sarge it only makes the girl feel uncomfortable because she is the only one drinking.
We chatted a little bit about how things were going as we waited for our drinks. When we received them we looked for a place to sit down. There was a large square, pillar about two feet by two feet with a mirrored surface. Up against it was a small round table and two chairs.
“Let’s it here” I said pointing to the pillar. I made sure that before we sat down the chairs were both on the same side of the table facing each other. I wanted to be close enough to touch her.
It surprised me how happy and excited she was to see me. She was literally doing all the talking, she nattered and nattered which was great, I was having so much fun with her. She kept saying how great it was to see me at last and that I was beautiful and gorgeous. It felt more like she was picking me up.
“How many girls hearts did you break to be with me tonight?” she asked. I ignored her.
I just sat leaned right back in my chair as she kinoed me in exactly the same way I would have her. She seemed so excited and happy. It seemed like she was using every opportunity, for instance I told her how I had declined to go to Sandhurst because I’d been offered sponsorship to join the infantry so she leaned over, and touched my face with both her hands and said
“Oh my days! Your face is just too beautiful to get blown off!” She kept repeating “Oh my days!” a lot actually which I found funny. Immediately after she leaned forward towards me saying:
“Come here!” She pushed her face into mine and kissed me. I’m not complaining but this is kind of my job, I came to practice initiating this myself. I wanted to initiate, she was making this far too easy for me. I decided to let this slide. I looked really cool sat there while a 10 was busy working for me. She carried on touching me and kissing me for a few minutes (I made sure I reciprocated) before she said she needed to go to the toilet. When she left I noticed that there were so many hot girls, what’s more I began noticing, as I sat there alone, girls from different friendship groups were making eye contact with me, I politely smiled at them and they would smile back. I was pretty sure they were signalling to me.
After about two minutes Kim came walking back, she stopped behind my chair and leaned down towards me and kissed me on the lips before moving round my chair and sitting on my lap.
“Darling, you´re going to hate me for this…” she said.
“What?” I said as I placed my hands on her stomach to support her while she sat on my knee.
“I need a cigarette. I will be back in five minutes I promise.”
“Oh go on then, hurry up though…” She kissed me, got up and left me to look after her things while she went outside to smoke. I was planning my move; I wanted to finally get an F-close. My plan would be to carry on touching her in more and more sensitive areas and begin telling her she was sexy etc.
After two minutes she returned to me, but something had happened she was in a flaming bad mood. She plonked her bum on my knee hard and kissed me aggressively. I didn’t know what was going on. She was kissing me whilst she was fuming with rage.
“Do you know what those fucking Asian bitches just asked me?!” She grumbled whiles looking intently into my eyes.
“Whoa calm down, what’s wrong?”
“Those fucking bitches asked me if I was with you! I was like, god-damn right I am!”
“What?”
“Those sluts are talking about us, they want you. Turn the fuck around. I want you to see what you can have if you get bored of me!” She said angrily.
“Calm down, seriously, I came here for you.” I reassured her but she suddenly became very jealous and possessive, it was actually making me feel a quite uncomfortable, if I am honest, alarm bells started ringing.
“Will you just relax, seriously!?” I repeated.
“Oh my days! BITCHES!” she said once more. “Ok, I’m calm.” It took her five more minutes to fully calm down because she carried on slagging-off every other girl in the place by telling me how their style is shit and how they dressed wrong.
After she calmed down, we began to have fun again and teased each other. I started to lean forward again to kiss her, but she wouldn’t let me. Instead she started grabbing my lower lip between her teeth and pulling her head back to drag me closer to her while she laughed sinisterly. She was doing all the work.
“Do you want another drink?” She asked.
“No I´ll get this one you paid once it’s only fair to take turns.”
“No, I want to get you one. What do you want.”
“I’ll have another beer then…” She signalled the waitress and ordered me a drink. It was now about 9:30. She explained she needed another cigarette so left me for a little while. It was at this point when I felt my phone vibrate. It was probably Jackal reminding me to go for the F-close. It wasn’t Jackal. In fact it was someone I had not expected to hear from. It was Georgina. (the girl from Weds who cancelled an arranged date yesterday).
“So…I slept all day and I’m gonna be in town in half an hour
if ur up for a night out!”
I did not expect that! I replied saying that I was sorry but I could not make it because I was out with someone else. She replied.
“I am at the Yardbird. in any case We could settle for a coffee some other day. Im free like a bird.”
Before Kim came back I noticed again that a white girl ahead of me looked at me again. God she was hot and I was sure she was trying to signal to me. I felt completely social-proofed. I probably was.
Kim eventually came back and sat opposite me again after she kissed me whiles circling round my chair. We talked again but this time she started introducing sexual language saying that we should dance soon and that she would “rock my world” later on tonight. I wasn’t going to F-close her; she was going to F-close me?
We carried on teasing each other and being playful for about another twenty minutes. I knew I was doing ok because she was letting me touch her really far up her legs which were open as she sat. I felt great because I knew even before I started this that it is a body language signal that she was open to me. All of a sudden she jumped on my lap again and started kissing me intensely. This time however I felt her hand touching and squeezing my crotch whilst she let slip a sinister laugh. I kept trying to stop her from doing this though because she was making no bones about it and didn’t seem to care that it was perfectly clear to almost everyone in the venue what she was doing. I felt very “on the spot”.
Unfortunately however the mood, changed on a knife-edge. Whilst wrestling with her arms to playfully stop her touching me I noticed several small scars on her hands and a long scar going up her arm. I said nothing but she knew that I saw them.
“I don’t self-harm you know.”
“I didn’t say that you did.”
“I want to tell you, I was in an RTA, I needed a lot of work…”
“Ah…I see, I am sorry to hear that…” She began to get tearful.
“I lost my husband, four years ago.” She said fanning her face. She was really upset. So I leaned forward to embrace her in a hug of support and she let her face
“I really miss my husband…” she tried to hide the fact, but I could tell she was weeping.
“Hey, go to the toilet, I’ll wait here.” I whispered. She left me to go to the toilet. She was gone for about five minutes. I felt really awkward and bad. I didn’t know whether to try and cheer her up or to walk her straight home. When she returned she was grinning and had a huge smile on her face. It wasn’t right, I could tell she was feigning.
“You are the first guy I have been on a date with in two years darling. You are so refreshing, I am having a fantastic time with you!” She was defiantly putting up a front. I would try to salvage things and cheer her up, but I wasn’t going to push for an F-close, she was too emotional and I didn’t want to take advantage of her in anyway.
“Ok look, I’ll just go to the toilet quickly and we’ll go upstairs, dance, and have some fun ok?” I said as I took her hands for support.
“Yea that would be great. I’m just going to get a cigarette while you go.”
“Wait no save the seat first, I’ll be two mins…”
“Ok I will.” She agreed. I went to the toilet and chatted with a black guy who was providing a washroom service in the toilet. I was still only two minutes. When I returned, I found that she had left to go and get a cigarette already. So I waited.
Again I noticed girls were looking at me. Five minutes past, then six, then seven. I got up to look outside the bar, she wasn’t there…maybe she was upstairs. She wasn’t. It dawned on me. She had ditched me without even giving me a goodbye.
I sent her a message telling her how mad I was, not at the fact she had wanted to leave, genuinely I was cool with it, but at the fact she was now upset and walking home in the dark alone. Whether a date goes well or not, I always make sure they get home safely.
After venting my frustration at this through the text message, I came back into my good mood. I had had an amazing time with her; she was hot and had been all over me. What´s more I had noticed girls crowding around me and looking at me as we were together.
Besides, I had other options. I messaged Georgina asking her if she was still out. She was so I would go to the Yardbird which wasn’t too far away and join her. As I left Nuvo I made a quick call to ask her exactly where she was because I didn’t know exactly where it was (even though it is right next to Wetherspoons where we usually sarge). After ending the phone call outside the front doors of Nuvo a group of six girls came running out.
“Excuse me! Excuse me! Are you local?”
“Erm no I am from Nottingham. Why?” I replied as I noticed that the group had one of the girls that had been looking at me pretty much the whole time I was on the date.
“We´re looking for places to go. You are not much help!” Said the leader.
“Dear oh dear, don’t be rude to me it’s not my fault!” I joked. My confidence was orbital and before I knew it theses six girls had locked themselves in around me as I teased them mercilessly. The one who had been looking at me was giving me so many IOIs and kept kinoing me all the time. I was alone and had no way of isolating her. I didn’t know what to do but again the gods shone down on me once more!
Out of no where two Pakistani Amogs came into the picture and tried to disrupt things. But I would use this as an opportunity to isolate.
“Hey guys seriously! What do you think you’re doing? Are you too scared to approach these girls on your own?!” The girls laughed at them. I continued. “But I have too many here, you two can have these five between you and I want this one.” I said as I took my target by the hand and pulled her by the hand towards me. I then dragged her about five feet from the group.
“You’re a bit of a smooth talker aren’t you!” She giggled as she trotted along behind me.
“You’ll see much more of that later.” I placed my hand on her back and pulled her close. I felt so cool.
“So is your name? What are you doing here?” She asked?
“My name is Peter,I was on a date. What is your name?”
“Yea I saw…where did she go? My name is Vikki.”
“I have no idea, I just know she ditched me, but it doesn’t matter I have another date right now…” I said as I showed her Georgina´s message.
“Oh get you! Two women after you huh?”
“Well you know, what can I do?”
“Oh!” She gasped. “So tell me about these girls who are chasing you? And why did your date ditch you?!”
I told her what had happened with Kim and how I had met Georgina in the street.
“Omg, she has too much baggage!”
“ She had baggage with good reason, I am just upset she didn´t tell me she was going to leave. Would you ever ditch me like that?” I asked.
“No, I never wouldn’t I don’t have baggage either.” She had "baggage" with good reason...I felt bad for Kim but she should have told me I would have walked her home.
“Let’s put that to the test, congratulations you are now on a five minute instant date with me.”
Her mouth dropped open in surprise at my bluntness, as both her hands grabbed my for arms before she giggled.
“You smoothy! What shall we do on our date?” She asked. I took her hands and pulled her three more feet away from her friends.
“So Vikki, impress me, tell me about yourself…” I pressed. She began telling me about where she came from and what she did. It turned out that we both had gone to the same university and graduated in the same year. I kept joking that it was fate that we would finally meet now which she seemed to love. As we spoke I made sure I made tiny steps closer and closer to here, I felt like some kind of lioness that slowly sneaks up on a gazelle; I was going to go for a kiss close to try and solidify things before asking for a number.
Before I manage to fore fill my plan the Asian amogs had pissed the girls off quicker than I had anticipated and were blown out. Now all of Vikki’s friends were crowding around us saying that they had to go.
“Come with us, we’re going to (I can’t remember where)!”
“I have to meet someone else.”
“No come on!”
“Well I’ll walk with you for a bit then I’ll have to go.”
As we walked Vikki was pretty much only interested in me which I think began to annoy her friends somewhat but either way I stayed with the group until we reached Broadstreet where they decided to catch a taxi. When we finally reached a taxi Vikki kept dragging me along with her and telling me that I had to come with them to where they were going. A few moments later her friends had found and mounted a taxi. Only I and Vikki stood outside.
“Vikki get in the taxi!” Her friends began to shout impatiently.
“Get in.” Vikki commanded as she stood behind me trying to bail me in.
“I have to meet that girl…”
“Vikki stop being a bitch and get in the taxi!” The leader shouted. Vikki shouted back and a brief barrage of swearing followed.
“Get in!” She pushed me hard from behind and I fell through the door across the knees of two of the girls so I was basically lying on them. Vikki jumped in behind me and bundled my legs in. I felt like I was being abducted.
“Get the fuck out of my taxi!” We heard the taxi driver suddenly shout. “I don’t have a licence for seven people!” He carried on in his Persian accent.
We were all forced to disembark. The group of girls were getting pissed and I was the one who carried most of the blame in their eyes. It was definitely time to leave so I told Vikki sternly that I would now be leaving.
“Someone give him my number!” She shouted. “I don’t know mine.”
“We have to go!” The leader shouted impatiently.
“No! Give him my number! I’m not going yet!” she continued. Eventually one of her friends gave me her number, but I was really late so I didn’t try to kiss close her. I needed to get to my second date with Georgina and time was passing rapidly by.
It was about 12am when I finally arrived at the Yardbird to meet Georgina. She was out with several of her friends. Although we’d literally known each other for about five minutes she was really welcoming and introduced me to all her friends who themselves were all really cool. I decided to befriend them all and just have fun. After five minutes Georgina left with a couple of her friends to go to the toilet, I was left with one friend to keep me company. They had obviously gone to the toilet to have a chance to gossip as girls always do. After about five minutes they all returned so I decided it was time to isolate Georgina from the group.
She was a lot of fun and seemed to have a great sense of humour so it was no problem getting a funny conversation going. We talked about the randomness of meeting in the street and how we were now seeing each other so soon after. I kept teasing her about how it was because she couldn’t resist me and my charm. We had a long fun argument about this. She kept saying I was so arrogant but meaning it in a joke-like way so I played on this by saying such blatantly arrogant things to make her laugh. It worked. I was just having fun and this was radiating to her also. After a few minutes I pulled her a couple more steps away from her friends because I wanted to soon take her round inside the entrance of the Paradise forum next to Wetherspoons which was sparsely patronised. I wanted to get her alone to kiss close her before I left. I had work tomorrow at six.
“Come with me.” I took her hand and pulled her. She joked about how forceful and forward I was. She told me she liked it. Before I would kiss close her I would do the standard procedure and gauge how comfortable she was with me by placing my hand on her waist, stomach and swiping her hair. She showed absolutely no resistance so I decided to move. I took her hand and pulled her with me as I walked her away from the outside wall of the Yardbird where we were standing to the outside automatic doors of the Paradise forum which was round a small corner. We were now alone. So I pulled her close.
“Oh really you’re going to kiss me now then?”
“Excuse me? You are expectant aren’t you?” I teased.
“Well you’re going to taste only alcohol.” She seemed a little concerned and embarrassed so I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close so her body was touching mine. I kept looking into her eyes for a few more seconds, I find this really critical I am always amazed at what solid eye-contact can achieve, time seemed to drag. I thought she was going to resist so I decided to try a funny routine that I had seen on video somewhere. I thought it was hilarious so I was desperate to try it.
“Close your eyes.” I whispered. She complied. I wasn’t expecting that.
“I promise I won’t kiss you.” On the video I had seen the girl opened her eyes and resisted. Georgina didn’t, she was going to let me kiss her. I was actually disappointed lol because I wanted to run the routine fully but I just went with it.
I moved my face down towards hers and touched her lips. We started French Kissing pretty much immediately; I guess she was pretty cool with me. It was the best kiss-close of the evening for me because it was pretty aggressive on her part. She would press her face right up to mine and not let me go.
We carried on kissing for a while before heading back to her friends. They were all going to a place, I think it was called Rainbows or Rainbow’s or something like that. Georgina asked me to come with them but I declined, I was getting tired, after being out since 2pm my energy was sapped. She then asked where I was staying so I told her I had driven and would be heading home. She teased me saying that she had a flat on Broadstreet, I got a feeling it was a hint but I wasn’t sure.
I just made sure to arrange a date with her for Thursday afternoon.
I kissed and hugged her again before leaving. Although the first date had technically been a disaster, I felt amazing because what happened tonight is exactly where I wanted to be when I set off on this course of learning. I want to be able to be totally in control and filled with options if something with one girl goes wrong. I achieved this tonight.
I would like to thank Jackal, Dolphin and Volcano for coming out today as well. Whilst I was with them I had a fantastically fun time. You are always great supportive friends. Thanks for the great weekend!!!
CHAT
) She was from eastern Europe somewhere and I found out half way through the conversation she was fucked as she forgot almost everything I told her. She didn't seem to slur her words or fall all over the place, she just forgot shit. She had been in the UK for a while and obtained a degree here in... something, so her English was okay-ish. So yeah I number closed this one. She called me at 3AM that night(obviously after the da cluuubs closed), I didn't answer as I was asleep, but I'll call her today. 
