I received a text to hang out at the Library from HB9, the subject. I took care of myself; shaved, changed my shirt, took a field shower. I arrived there almost an hour after and she was with two of her friends. I cordially greeted them, all smiles. They were very friendly, and I liked them. The girl that sat directly in front of me was blonde, thin, a little acne, great eyes, and generally beautiful. HBs roommate sat next to me. She had brown hair, was a bit plump, thought very friendly. HB needed to go to her car, and nobody volunteered, so I went. Negged her a bit on the way to her car, then got into a good conversation about how she was a writer. Anyway, back in the library, I conversed with for a bit in the library. HB was talking my ear off. She offered to drive me home, I accepted and invited her in. We played with my ferrets, and conversed more. She asked me about when last I had sex was. I told her, and then asked her back. They said she wasn’t going to tell me, so I told her about the international rule of reciprocity, and that it would be the last bit of information she got for me. She reluctantly said it was a month since she had sex last. She basically said she wanted to have sex, but not in those words. My neck stiffened, the way it does when I make extended eye contact when I’m really hungover. I got really nervous. We moved out to the kitchen to talk after I put the ferrets away. I shifted uncomfortably, and every time she made a sarcastic joke, I missed it. I answered seriously. I asked her if she wanted to stay. She considered it, but left in the end. I walked her out to her car, where she said, “So now comes the awkward part where…,” and I said “Fuck it,” and moved in to kiss her. It was easily one of the better kisses I’ve ever had.

Assessment:
-She made allusions to “The Game,” and is writing a book called along those lines of her misadventures. I think she was doing value building exercises to me throughout the evening, and essenntially prompting me.
-I froze the moment she made a forward comment about wanting to have sex.
-Basically, I missed most of the moves I could have made. I ended with a kiss that she prompted when I could have been having sex, which she tried to prompt. If I can’t move on them, I really don’t deserve them.
-When she was in my room, I acted and conversed like I had already won. Like the cat was in the bag. I was arrogant, and didn’t press on with the seduction. It was a product of arrogance, but it was also true arrogance to a degree, the kind that is often recognized in me by others.
-Don’t be arrogant.

To Be Improved:
-Don’t freeze up
-don’t pass up so many offers
-go for it
-accept sarcasm
-answer slower. Give myself time to think.
-pick up the sarcasm and act on it not the statement
-laugh
-don’t be so serious