A school Chirstmas party basically.
Pre-game before going. Drink more there. Dance with a bunch of different girls.
One girl, who is really attractive buys me a beer, and I dance with her for awhile. I don’t really escalate or try to do anything because… she’s married. With kids. I know, I know, it doesn’t matter, but I guess I still have a slight conscience about certain things.
The Russian girl I made out with a month ago is there, but she won’t really talk to me. Well, she tries to say something, but I can’t hear her because it’s too loud. She smiles and pushes me away and says, “no, you’re drunk!” That part I heard.
I dance with probably a dozen different girls that night. Some that I know have boyfriends, but I just don’t care. Others I don’t know very well at all. Doesn’t matter. Trying to get a feel for who’s into me.
One chick, tall, with short-blonde hair, seems into me. I only dance with her shortly, before moving around, hanging out with other folks, and dancing with other girls. But, I wind up back with her at the bar when the club is closing.
I leave the club with her, head out into the street. We talk and get caught up. The crowd of everybody else slowly disappears as people get cabs and/or go home.
Her and I walk to the corner, waiting on a cab. I make out with her there on the street corner.
Eventually, a cab comes and we get in. Ride it back to my place. Just talking and chilling the whole time. She’s a cool girl.
We get to my place and I reach for my wallet to pay the cab. She puts her hand out to stop me.
Surprised, I look up. ”No, you don’t have to,” she says, “I’m going home anyway.”
“Are you sure?” I ask, confused as to why she just rode in cab with me in the complete opposite direction of where she wants to go.
“Yes, I’m sure.” She says.
We make out again, and I get out of the cab and go home.
I’m surprised because I thought she was coming home with me – why else would she have gotten in the same cab as me when we live nowhere near each other? Oh well! I laugh as I get into my apartment, because I know a cab ride that would’ve costed me $11 or so is going to wind up costing her about $50 because I didn’t pay anything on it.
Oh well.
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sometimes the girl isn’t gonna fuck, but she doesn’t want to end the night early. props to her for being semi-cool and not one of those girls who comes off awkward and clingy by not wanting the night to end.
She was undecided about it most likely.
Probably should have escalated more in the cab. Also have some excuse as to why she’s come into your place other than having already decided for sure to have sex w/you.
“Come in and have a snack and some wine. We can catch a show I’ve recorded. I’ll call you a cab later, or if you want you can crash on my comfy couch w/a blanket.”
Glad You blog again. What happened with LTR?
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He’s off at B school, I suspect in the NE.
Damn that’s some weird stuff for her to get in the cab the other direction from her spot.
But Willy WTF were you doing that gave this girl second thoughts?Obviously that’s why happened.She thought about it.You should’ve been distracting her rational thoughts by just opening your mouth.But if you were all silent during the cab ride,backwards rationalizing,LMR and all that stuff have time to fester and pop up.That would’ve been the perfect time to be talking to her about AFC shit like the weather.
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so close!
yeah, did you escalate in the cab? what happened in the cab.
hmmm
“Eventually, a cab comes and we get in. Ride it back to my place. Just talking and chilling the whole time. She’s a cool girl.”
yeah, i think you should have done more (1) sexual escalation and (2) more comfort as well.
or maybe just the sexual escalation.
just chilling i guess gave her cold feet.
Any time girls spend $ on you, it’s like 2x the value of money.
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