So recently, I was at this work thing. The clients are are all women who organize events and I am one of a group of technicians. Traditionally, the whole working relationship between the two companies has been 'incestuous' if you get my meaning, married guys and girls doing bad things whilst they're all away in hotels. To be honest, it was not something I wanted to get involved in - I thought the whole thing was a bit uncool, you know what they say about not dipping your pen in the company ink.

So I stayed away, deliberately. I had been single for a year and discovered 'The Game' and became very obsessed with all areas of human behaviour. I had been out 'in field' but my confidence was never that high, I felt like I'd read all there was to read but struggled putting it into practice. I stuttered, I gave up every time a girl out-sassed me, at one point I gave up I accidentally 'fell in love' with someone over Facebook chat (!!!!) that I wasn't that compatible with to avoid having to do any gaming. That was a year ago. The girl I fell in love with has since been pissing me off, wanting more than me. My fault for leading her on, I suppose, so now I'm gonna have to break her heart, which is never a nice feeling.
Also, up until recently, I had a 'fuckbuddy' running parallel with Facebook girl, she was a girl from my past who I knew would never be someone I could be with long-term and that ended a coupla weeks ago (she got a boyfriend).

Now I understand that for any AFCs reading this, I wasn't doing too badly, but these girls were, not ugly, but not the kind of amazing beauty I want to end up with. I want to be able to appeal to gorgeous girls, and I was stuck in the lower leagues clinging on to whatever I could get. I was an AFC who had occasional sex with 'ok' girls. The fuck buddy getting a boyfriend was a bit of a blow. Everything has dried up now, I'm not going back to Facebook girl, just to avoid leading her on. She's not the one for me, and I do have some morals!

So feeling a bit unfulfilled by females, I went away on this work trip, where the female event organizers were.
***By the way, Last summer, we did a similar one, and one of the girls, a fairly pretty mid 30s girl called Lucy was repsonding to my newly learned game. Long story short, I stole her shoes and made her come retrieve them from my hotel room, was far too drunk, she made her excuses and left***
Lucy was there at this one and was laughing at anything I said that night when we all met up for drinks - I realised that it was 'on' and, armed with quite a lot of contempt for women, I decided that I would invite myself back to her hotel room, to which she responded well. A bit of kissing went on and we had sex, not the best sex of my life by any stretch of the imagination. It was made weirder by the fact she wouldn't go down on me until I had been in the shower. She must have had a problem with her own juices. Anyway, what I'm sure she envisaged to be a sexy shower, was a massive turn off for me, but I was determined to get that BJ, so once it was over, I made a swift exit and spent the next day feeling very ashamed and tired and hid from her until she left the next day. I wish I hadn't done any of it. She was in the lower leagues I mentioned before, but I was a low-point and wanted to blow my load.

The next night, Lucy had gone home and we still had this dinner/disco we were obliged to go to with the clients. However tonight there were two girls there that I hadn't paid much attention to the previous night as I'd had my eye on the easy target. A girl called Emma who talked loads about her fiance but was quirky and fun and another girl called Sarah who, despite looking plain in her glasses and work clothes the night before, had transformed into this stunning (and I mean stunning) HB 8.5. We sat down (I deliberately sat next to her, saying to the rest of the party it was polite to sit boy/girl/boy). We started chatting and I couldn't stop thinking how much I fancied her. I suddenly came out of the shame lull I was in and realised that this was the time to really try and game. I had nothing to lose. So immeadiately I turned my back on her and started talking to Emma, leaving Sarah with no one to talk to (my colleague to her left was 'busy' chatting up another one of them). I deliberately pulled Sarah in and out of the conversation, negging her about how her face was 'too big' (she had mentioned she didnt like her cheeks, I thought they were fine really) whilst DHVing myself to them both about my new business and my ambitions and interests and how I make my own music. They were both under the spell. By this point, I was sitting back in my chair, they were both leaning in, listening intently, giggling. My other friend, John, was amazed at how well I was doing and gave me a wink. Both girls started touching me and playfully pushing me, but I wanted Sarah, so when the next song started, I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her to the dancefloor and started dancing silly (I'm still not confident about my dancing abilities) before grabbing other random older women form the floor and dancing with them, they weren't a threat to Sarah, but it meant she felt a bit awkward until I returned to her. Anyway, after repeating that process a few times, teaching her some important Bon Jovi rock poses and doing a few 'close-to-the-face moves' we retired to the hotel lobby.

We'd had a great night, earlier on she'd expressed her happiness that she'd met someone (me) who she could be friends with without the complication of being together. I pounced on this; "Are you attracted to me Sarah?" I said sarcastically, because I'd not mentioned anything about us being together. She blushed, and I told her she wasn't my type and her big face would be an issue. I was laughing, she knew I was joking, but I'd finally realised that everything I'd read in 'The Game' and 'The Mystery Method' and Gambler's book were real. You just had to practise spotting the signs!

So we were sat in the lobby, Emma and John were a few steps behind, we sat down and I jokingly said they should go outside for a cigarette while I 'made my move', Sarah heard this and didn't protest, they went for a smoke and after some patented gazing (play to your strengths, I seem to have developed some kind of eye-contact thing) and a few words about how she 'had a boyfriend' (who by now I knew was no threat, he sounds like a dick and she is only with him because she hadn't met me yet!) SHE LEANT IN, I didn't have to move! And by god it was a good kiss. Emma and John came back. We didn't mention anything had happened because Sarah didn't want to gain the age-old reputation.
Sarah had guessed what had happened the night before with Lucy. SHIT! I didnt deny it, I liked Sarah a lot and thought if I'm honest, there's nothing she can hold against me but her body. I explained how I had not enjoyed it and didnt realise that I even had a chance with her (This was a tactical DLV do diffuse the fact I was a manwhore). She was okay with it and we kissed again! Yessss!

We finished our drinks and all got in the lift. Sarah and I were on the 4th and 3rd floors respectively but John and Emma got off on the first floor. We had the lift to ourselves. We kissed again, the door opened on 3 and closed again, we were still kissing. We spent a lot of time on the 4th floor, the kissing got heated, she started wrapping her leg around me, it was amazing.

I knew I was going to see her again, so using all my will power, I pushed her out of the lift, waving to her as the door closed. Went back to my room, texted her and went to sleep happy. Stark contrast to the shame I'd felt the night before.

The next day, our workmates actually suggested Sarah and I went for a walk down the seafront to clear our hangovers (we were in a seaside town) and kissed some more. I was hoping she didn't get the buyer's remorse. She was worried that she was cheating on her boyfriend though, so I said we won't kiss anymore until she decides what to do about the situation. She liked this, and said that when I move to her town in 4 weeks (coincidence) then she'd be more than happy to let me take her out.

We had a bit of a hug goodbye later that day, and I could tell she was still into me. This never happens! I was extremely pleased with myself.

She texted me twice from her train ride home, without any prompting, so I'm now desperately trying to play it cool. I don't want to scare her off but I need to keep on her radar for 4 weeks just enough so that she still remembers what an amazing time we had together, when I get to her town! Any input would be welcomed!

I wish I hadn't slept with her mate also, that could be a problem if she over analyzes it. If you lot can help me disarm that thought mechanism as well, then please do!