Gents



This is my first post on any kind of forum ever, and by extension my first post here. So forgive me if my format or whatever is incorrect.



I’m new to the game, have been reading PU for about 3 weeks or so. How I got into PU greatly informs the seeming tragedy I am about to relate. Like a lot of you it was about girls, and for me it was one girl in particular. She was this stunning HB 9/9.5 28 yr old former model from Italy (I’m 23). She is the kind of girl I would walk up and talk to, but never think I’d take home (before I started reading some of the great material out there).



So I was out on a bender one night and ended up heading to this pretty cool bar I’d never been to with a group of kids I’d met 45 min earlier. They were a fun group, and we were just talking drinking and dancing around. Somehow she entered in the circle (I thought she knew these people, turns out she didn’t). I don’t remember when or how we started talking, just that it wasn’t a fireworks moment, but we ended up talking and hanging out and going to other spots for most of the night.



It’s worth mentioning, that at the time I had a girl friend but we were in the middle of a protracted break up. I didn’t ask for her number, but her roommate had asked me for mine, because HB9’s phone was dead, and wanted to make sure we’d be alright or something that didn’t register.



I went home and texted people made sure they got home etc… The next morning HB texts me saying she had a good time and wanted me to go to a concert with her. I said yes, went, didn’t pull any moves. We hung out a multiple times over the next two weeks, but I did not escalate (so AFC I know…). One evening a friend is throwing a party and I invite her over. Everyone’s having a good time and at some point I’m standing and texting, she comes out nowhere and kisses me. We made out for pretty much the rest of the night until her roommate pulled her away to go home. Two days later, she texts me, I want to go see a movie. We made out, fooled around throughout the movie, had so much fun snuck into another movie for more of the same—and then walked back to my place. We got naked rolled around, but she said she didn’t want to have sex yet.



We still hung out but for whatever reason she wouldn’t go back to my place anymore. Then she tells me she’s going to California for a month. And the trail gets cold-- I mean we get into one word texts territory and 4hr response times. My break up with my girlfriend had just become official and I was…raw (she never asked if I had a gf, so I never disclosed). I said a lot of AFC, no—straight up bitch shit. Eventually we stop talking altogether.



The whole situation was bizarre to me, why this gorgeous creature had pursued. And I started obsessing over the situation trying figure out what I had done to get her interested in me and more importantly how I fucked up. I mean it felt like I’d missed the game winning shot with an open net from 3 inches away. That’s when I discovered PUA. I saw results instantly. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten as much play and as consistently as I have the last 3 weeks. I’ll save for another post, but I pulled an HB8 from a restaurant bar in 30min – I’ve dreamed, but NEVER thought it was possible (except in some contrite Hollywood film).



Armed with my new found skills, I re-engaged with the girl. And it was slow, but eventually got her back in play, and yesterday she invites me to go see this band she’s wants to check out. I’m pumped, really excited determined to get back on top of and more importantly in (get it). We link up, grab drinks before going to the venue, we are getting cozy in this corner booth – and so far so good, I’m sure I’m in. We finish drinks head to the music hall and it starts going downhill.



 First of all it’s not my scene at all; it’s a cross of Gothish synth-pop new-age indie rock music, they had really pushy waitresses either telling us to buy drinks or collecting tips for the bands. Secondly the place is packed, and everyone is staring towards the stage, so I can’t grab her attention and maintain eye contact. Even worse, the room is still. The bands had energy, but it didn’t transmit to the crowd. I figure, fine I have to make the night, after all I’m in control—yada yada.



During intermission, we start talking and all of her frustrations started coming up, work, roommates, the pushy waitresses, the venue—the things she hates about New York. I try to stem the flow of negativity by staying up beat. No luck. I figure the environment isn’t the most positive so I start dancing and engaging the people around me, making friends, livening things up. She starts getting colder and colder, and her body language closes up. By the time we left I couldn’t even pretend I’d had a good night. I couldn’t even be bothered to go for the kiss good night, not that there was even an opportunity because the goodbye was so abrupt.



I’m more angry than disappointed by the night. I genuinely was into this girl, hence a lot of my initial AFC actions. I’m throwing a party at my place this weekend. I invited her. I’m 60% sure she’s going to show. I started this post to relate a tragedy and to vent, but now I think I want recover the situation. If last night was my 2nd chance, tmrw is d-day. If this is a mile race, I started strong, stumbled and even fell, but got back in the race—but I’m still behind. It’s not in my nature to finish last and I need help to get to the finish line.