| Hi, I wouldn't have imagined that I would begin posting in this forum at this particular time, or at this particular section. In any case, I am gonna keep all introductions short because I need to move straight into the FR of what just happened to me yesterday.
Before anything, a brief background on myself, because I haven't even introduced myself -- this is my first post: I'm 31yo and I'm virgin. (YES, I'M A 31 Y.O. VIRGIN) rare species eh? I'd like to think so... Anyhow, it was 2 years ago that I found and started reading "The Game", but I admittedly have not been the most diligent of students. However:
THE REPORT
INTRO
1. Awfully busy week at work, specially the last day, Friday; I supposedly leave at 5PM, but stayed there till late 9PM.
2. Decided to go for a drink to a nice pub around the corner. Pretty tired, and OBVIOUSLY without the LEAST idea or intention of going to "talk" to women (the only thing I have unfortunately made myself good at, talk that really needs to nothing...)
3. Sat at the bar, ordered some nerd-beer, grabbed my notebook and starting writing shit on it cuz, as I said, I had been engulfed the whole week at work (I design software systems.)
(Note: I am regular looking guy, have my pro's and con's in regards to my looks and my personality. Obviously, that day I wasn't at any of my best: I felt dirty, messy and a bit cranky..)
4. I noticed that a chick and two guys come and sit at the bar right beside me. These type of things actually annoy me. Feels a bit like an invasion of privacy, but obviously I "know" that is a neurotic issue with myself, hey, I'm at a bar right?!
Anyways, as I said I was solving these hard problems and really didn't pay much attention to them, or to the girl. However,
PART 1
5. I did pay the mandatory, routinary, subtle, checkout on the girl. Did so very quickly, and well.. she was OK.
Now, I have to admit that if the girl had come only by herself, I would've acted in a different way, but I would've been confronted by my typical issues. But she came with two other guys, not good looking, but they seemed to have their thing going on.
6. Anyhow, while I was writing some nonsense and making notes, she asked me: "are you doing homework at the bar?". And I stupidly replied that "it was more like work..." She made me feel like a stupid nerd, and by way, just for the record, I'm waaaaaaaay past my purely nerdy-boy days. So I grabbed my notes and shelved them into my bag.
7.
(I'm fairly over-educated, and DEFINITELY and extrovert speaker. I mean it, I have absolutely NO lack of confidence in making conversations, if only at a petty level. I speak like a sports commentator, maybe with a weird accent cuz I was born in a foreign country.)
So, I started speaking to her. I don't remember about what, SERIOUSLY. Maybe she asked me what I do, and maybe I replied. We kept talking.. I started looking at her finally. She seemed to be OK with me glancing over her cleavage.. She was cute. Her breath was a bit of a killer though, cuz she had clearly been already drinking..
8. Slowly, I noticed that the other two guys kinda had their own thing apart from this chick. Anyhow, I didn't want to look like a complete ass-hole and started talking to them about men-shit while she went to the washroom. They were nice, honest men, and didn't seem to have anything going on with her. At least with one of them...
9. When she came back I finally started getting more interested in what she does, and stuff about her. Mind you, at all this time I was really trying to figure out where was this all thing going..
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10. She talked about her dad. One of them. She said that she could "speak nerd" cuz her dad was a networking engineer. She came from France when she was around 9..
11. The we talked about Europe, about some trips we've made, about nerdy-beer, and then she mentioned that she loves this pub where they sell this super weird beer and that we could probably go afterwards. I was like "UH?"
PART 2
12. She said, that she normally doesn't tell anyone about that secret place, and that she normally wait's till ppl suggest it to her, but I didn't say anything special about the other bar on purpose. Obviously, I was guarding it for a later time:
13. So the time came to leave and I asked if we would be going to the other bar. She said sure, but that it was a very far walk. I don't drive but, in all honestly, nobody with a bit of brains would choose to drive in and out of down-town everyday. I'm ok walking, so I told her I was OK with the brutal walk.
14. Stupidly, I offered to pay for the beer that she drank, but she said that she had already paid hers... But that I could pay her a beer at the new place. That could only mean one of two things: She's a cynical attention grabber -OR- she was thinking about giving me the opportunity to see what I could do with her.
14. We walked, walked, walked, walked, walked, WALKED, WALKED, WALKED, WALKED, WALKED, WALKED, WALKED, WALKED, WALKED...
(The conversation was totally inconsequential, at least at a conscious level... maybe subconsciously there was something in it, but I doubt it. She had to stop at a McDonald's to pee. I was getting a bit tense at times, but managed to talk myself out...)
(She said that if the place was already closed, she would just hit home. I didn't really have a plan to try to keep her around.. maybe only ask for her number, or, more stupidly, her facebook...)
PART 3
15. WALKED, WALKED, WALKED, WALKED, WALKED, WALKED... until we got to the new place. It was already pretty late. Maybe 11.30PM. It was open.
16. Got in. I'm a drinker, and apparently so is she. But it's not like I could make myself an ass by showing off my "alcoholism".. We talked about more, uhmm.. stuff... She would flirt with the waiter. I would get a bit mad about that. She was playing her game.
17. We talked well. I don't how I did it. But I started softly rubbing her arm. She was OK with it. We talked. It turns out we both like art (in some half-ass way.) We also like some nerdy stuff. She skis a bit and I'm crazy about it skiing. We talked about fitness...
18. I have this stupid uncontrollable tick of shaking my legs when I'm sitting. All of the sudden, she would stop me cold turkey from shaking my left leg. She would grab my leg and say "stop doing it!"
Honestly, that was easy for me, correct me if I'm wrong, but if she touches me, even to presumable to correct something that I am doing because I am annoying her, the fact of the matter is that at the very least, I don't creep her out that much so as not to touch me... I even said "probably I'm nervous" Anyhow, I grabbed her hand and started getting more comfortable with her touch, and I think she did with mine.
The last time I had done this was... 6 years ago.
19. So now I started developing a serious purpose of carrying this to the next level.. I had to kiss her. If I had not touched a woman in any OK, intentional manner for 6 years, it has been for more than 17 that I had not made out with a girl. (I was 12, she was 13...)
20. Guess what? While talking about "fitness" and how my chiropractor had just recently told me that I have not butt-muscle, and that I need to correct that, she mentioned about the technique for the proper squat.. I ask her, "oh really, show me your but!" She did lift a bit, and then !@#$%^&... Yeap, I rubbed her butt. Maybe not the most gentle of touches, but I felt a nice solid but there.
21. WOW. Am I playing this game for real?
22. We kept talking about touching out hands.
23. She asked me, "so, are you gonna ask me for my number?" And I must have said the Nth stupid thing of the night by saying yah, gimme your facebook! But I grabbed my cellphone and gave it to her. She typed her phone. We tried to take some pics together but we didn't really look good at all.
23. The time came that I had to do something.. Well, I forgot about asking her if she wanted to kiss me, but the point is simple: our beer glasses were pretty much empty, and she had to leave. We asked for the bill. I paid for the beers. She asked something stupid to the waiter again, and I decided to ignore that.
24. We left the bar, and she thanked for the beer. I said that she had delivered on her promise to blow me away with this weird brand. We were half-ass drunk already. I couldn't waste any more time. 5 steps away from the bars door would have been 5 too many.
THE "CLOSE"
25. I stopped, I grabbed her from the waist, I may have looked into her, and I remember she asked if I was trying to maybe kiss her... I don't remember exactly what I said... but I said something about Frech kissing.. And French kiss it was.
26. Good. Grabbed her hand and walked with her, grabbed her waist and walked a bit more. Passed through a church and asked another stupid thing "Do you know if this is a Catholic church?!?" I don't remember what she said, but I stopped her at the corner again and then I told her how much I liked the scenery of the candlelight under the tower and that, well, we had to do something...
27. Then we basically started making out, right there at the corner, right in the pedestrian walk, in front of the church door, right beside the tower. We were French kissing for I don't know how long... I touched her butt... I rubbed her butt. I was already trying to open her code kissing. She is not exactly a super-experienced kisser. When I was 12, I really did kiss a lot. It's a skill that I'm glad I learnt. (There is a long story that I shall comment later on in this forum.) I remembered all this.
27. I replied "it's not fair...", she asked "why?"... I said, "my bladder is about to explode..." She laughed and said "what? hopefully not in me!" I said, "now I need to find a McDonald's..."
28. We kept on going, for all I care I was done. But obviously now we were a bit in trance... We arrived to her place and I was just trying to figure out what now. She said right away that she would need to sleep. Whatever, I grabbed her again and then we just finished making out in front of her building door. I touched and rubbed her butt again... . This time I slowly slid my fingertips through her butt crack. I tried to touch more of her upper body but she pulled my hand down.
29. We pulled apart maybe twice or thrice, but I would come back with more kissing.. I don't know, all of the sudden I remembered I like kissing girls. But her lips where a bit too dry. When I finally made my mind to leave her alone, she said, "make sure you call me"...
30. I did text her today... 1 simple cheese text, nothing more than 3 or 5 words.. told her I had to do some shit but that I would call her first time I could.. She said that would be good.
I called her 6 hours later. I was nervous to call her.. This is where I become insecure. I mean, I think I have already built expectations on her ain't I?
Anyhow, I phoned her, she recognized my number and I might have been a bit tense over the phone, but I asked what her plans were for tmr and all that.. Ideally I was looking to continue this but later this week, hopefully next weekend.. There are things I need to sort out before moving through this. We wanted to do some art gallery visits so I asked if she was thinking about it, she said, of course. But she would be busy today or tomorrow and that the end of the week would look better. She also mentioned that she want to see some movies (is she into this really?)
31. OK. Now WHAT?
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