FR: HB10 From Salsa Class

I arrived at Salsa class fashionable late. The HB10 was at the far end of the room dancing with another guy in his mid to late thirties. One of the other HBs (HB8) greeted me and I stood next to her.

At this point my strategy was to ignore the hell out of HB10 because I didn’t want to look needy or too into her. I wanted to come off as I don’t give a fuck. So I tried not to even look at her throughout the entire class. I figured I would dance with her when we rotated partners as usual.

Unfortunately, the instructor was only rotating partners every 5 minutes so I didn’t get a chance to connect with her. I did, however, dance with three other HBs, one of which I was super flirtatious with only to learn later that her boyfriend was in the class too. No worries though, dude was a total AFC. I won’t pursue it any further though.

So once class finished, as I was dancing with HB8, HB10 came up to me looking really excited to see me. She said “Hey, how was class?”
“Good. Are you doing better now?” I responded.
“Yeah, I am. You have to see. Come dance with me now before I have to go.”
“What are you doing tonight?” I inquired.
“Going to a friends birthday party” She informed me.

Damn it, I thought to myself. My goal for tonight was to dance with her in the practice session, neg the hell out of her, and then parlay it into going out for drinks after class. Of course, she’s only 19 so drinks would have to be a bite to eat and then stop by my place.

So I started dancing with her, making small talk, neg her senseless. She responded well by punching me in the stomach several times over the next 20 minutes. Luckily, I was quick enough to tighten up before her blows landed so she felt nothing but solid abs when she struck.

I negged her about her body sweat and about how fast she spun on her spins. I told her she was going to spin out the window onto the pavement below.

When she realized what time it was, she told me she had to leave. AS she started to walk away I grabbed her arm and pulled her back to me and said:
“Do you like art?”
“Art? Yes, I do.” She said.
“I’m going to an art museum tomorrow. You should come with me. Take my number.” I told her.
“OK. I’ll go. Let me get my phone…. How do you spell you name?”
“Bullshit!” I said. “You don’t remember my name!”
“I know, I forgot it.” She confessed. Though I wasn’t for sure if she was being sarcastic, shit testing me or if she really forgot it. Either way, I didn’t like it that she forgot my name or that se acted like it. I tried not to act like it bothered me though.

So I spelled it out for her and then she said “what’s your sign?”
“Guess.” I replied.
“No, no. Tell me.”
“OK. I’m Aquarius. What about you”
“Oh no! Damn it! I knew it. I’m always falling in love with Aquarius’. They always end up destroying me.” She said.
“So what’s your sign then?” I inquired.
“Pieces.” She responded.
“Pieces!!! Pieces! You can’t be serious! I can’t even talk to you. Get out of here… and don’t call me tomorrow!” I said as I pushed her away and turned my back on her and walked away. She left too.

The music was loud and she was in a rush so it made sense to end it there. It wasn’t really so dramatic but the tension was there. I can’t believe she just up and told me that. Also, I can’t believe that she actually believes in that astrology shit! Guess I’ll have to read up on it to see if I can parlay it into something good with her.

Then I danced with the HB8 and told her that we should grab a drink after practice, but she had to head back to work. She said “We should grab a drink some time though.” She’s kind of the ambitious, modern working women type.

So I went home feeling dejected. I just have to remind myself that I cannot f-close ever chic on the first night. Like Mystery said, it’s a game of probabilities. Even he gets shut out sometimes.

I just hate the build up. I don’t really relish in the chase when things are up in the air. I mean, when I’m 100% sure that an HB is into me and it’s only a matter of time until we decide to go back to my place or hers, then I enjoy taking it slowly, flirting and building the sexual tension. But when it comes to logistical shit like finding time and having to wait, damn I get impatient.

I’ll be alright. I’m just going to keep reading some PUA material and stick with my game. I’ll f-close some HB soon enough.

I’ve slept with a total of 10 different HBs this year. Three of them were HBs that I had been seeing from last year or earlier. The other 7 were new. I’d like to get one more, though preferably two more new HB f-closes before the end of the year. I still get consistent sex from one of the HBs. Of the 10 different HBs that I f-closes this year, 3 of them were HB10; 3 were HB9; 1 was HB8; and the other 3 were HB6s.