Now this chic I went out with last night is quality. Its kind of funny watch all these other guys - guys with their wives and kids - guys with their girlfriends - sneeking hungry sideways glances at her. Yep she is fucking fit. Got an ass that says 'bite me!' Breasts that demand to sucked, and lips that say 'Kiss me now' Which I did actually! And her hair is thick, rich, and luxurious; the type that just has to be pulled when you're hitting her from behind.

The night went well; we drunk alittle, ate alittle, snogged alot, and acted like most couples would on a night out. There's just one problem. This chic is gonna be expensive. Too expensive for me. She went on a diatribe about all the things her ex-lapdogs used to do for her. Buying her clothes, perfume, paying for her cab-fare every where. One idiot even gave her a monthly allowance! She claims that she has a roster of married men who she can phone at any time she wants and they'll pick her up where-ever she is and drive her to where she needs to get to. Not once did she offer to pay for a single thing. (I would have declined her offer, but I always appreciate the gesture). Now I'm not gonna pay out the arse for any woman, I don't care how sexy she is. I'm not her SPAM.
This totally changes the kind of relationship I was expecting with this chic.

Anyway afterwards I took her back to hers, cos it was closer. She gave me a mini-show, trying on all the sexy dresses in her wardrobe...(dresses other men had paid for) Then after about a hour and a half she asked me to leave. No sweat. I left. I'm not gonna initiate contact with this one. Let her simmer.

On my way home did a quick pick-up with a foreign student, whose eyes were bedazzled by the shimmering mega-hub that London is. Number closed. And then I went home.

sure...the question is, how do you game a gold digger without spending an un-necessary penny?

from the minute we meet until we left, we were kissing, you know, just finding the right moment to pet each other and kiss and stroke each other arms shoulders, thighs.

when she was trying all those clothes the petting continued. She came out of her bedroom in a Vivian Westwood dress and i even spun her around threw her against the wall and made her give me a dirty grind.

i think she asked me to leave to see what kind of man i am. Although I wish I had taken the initiative and decided to leave on my own accord.

I'm going not to contact her first, because she is used to men turning to mush over her. She's going to have to realize that I'm the prize.

If the two of you were kissing for that long, she was turned on. If she complied by giving you a dirty grind, she was turned on. So her asking you to leave doesn't match the events you describe unless there is some exaggeration or you are leaving something out.

Stop embellishing the story. Just be real because how you're telling it, it makes no sense to the point of sounding like fiction. If the two of you were kissing for that long, she was turned on. If she complied by giving you a dirty grind, she was turned on. So her asking you to leave doesn't match the events you describe unless there is some exaggeration or you are leaving something out.

First of all I was there, you were not. Yes we kissed and petted the whole time, yes she gave me a dirty grind. What I mean by a dirty grind is that she was pressed against the wall gyrating her ass into my crotch....Now maybe you're one of those chaps who thinks that just because a girl french kisses you that means she is totally into you and wants to sleep with you...Not always the case mate! In the past I would have thought these signals meant that me and a woman were an item. Now I realize that a chic can give you all these things and still get rid of you in an instance. To some women, sexual petting is cheap currency, they can get it easily. Especially if they have dead-hot bodies like she has. Her actions tell me that she thinks I have potential, that I am worthy enough to be considered. But I can guarantee she will try alot more shit-tests before I get to fuck her. She told me thats shes highly sexed, and she mentioned that shes been on a number of unsatisfactory dates. When she asked me to leave I wasn't that surprised, because it actually fitted in with her character. What she did was titillating, but I'm not going to be the sucker who falls head over heels over heavy petting....Maybe you would.....My plan is just to disappear, and let her invest some mental/emotional energy into finding whats up with us. If she does that, then thats a better indication of how much she values me. Let her do some work, and if she doesn't, well fuck it, there's plenty more game out there.

You seem to be forgetting that some women don't want sex on the first date as a rule. She mentioned at the start of the evening that she usually goes on 4 - 5 dates before she sleeps with a person. Most suckers don't even make it to date number two.