| I'm posting this because I think it is a good example of how an interaction can go from start to finish. Please let me know if you have any questions.
Part 1: First meeting and day 2
"Heeeeey!"
I grab the shoulders of two of the girls and break through the huddle that is sheltering the party from the rest of the club.
"I feel like we are on a reality tv show right now! Battle of the Bachelorettes!"
All the girls in the bachelorette party laugh as they notice the three other bachelorette parties at the other corners of the club.
A couple of them shout, "Oh, we are definitely the best!" "Yeah, we are way cuter than any of them!"
I reply, "Well, over there, they are dancing like maniacs, and over there... they have penis straws. So even if you might be cuter, it's all about who is having the most fun!"
The girl standing next to me says, "We are going to win! Just you wait. You'll see. This is the best bachelorette party in the city!"
At this point a couple of the girls are breaking away from the far side of the huddle but I like this girl next to me. I realize it is time to lead or leave before the group pulls her away.
I say, "Only time will tell. I'm going to go continue judging but I'll be back to let you know your standing. Stay on guard!"
I walk back to my entourage who is relaxed and appreciating the club, the girls, the parties... sending out good vibes and glowing in pure presence. As I rejoin my crew, the bachelorette party is watching me. I stand so they can still see me and simply have fun with the guys. Our presence is solid so only good things can come from them watching.
I continue to do my thing. Talking to more girls, a little dancing here and there. Meanwhile I remain aware of who is in the club and see that the bachelorette party has moved to the balcony upstairs. I know they can't leave without me seeing them come back down so I give them a while to get established up there and I head up.
I notice the group is split. Two of the girls, including the one I liked, are separated from the rest of them. I go up to the girl I like and throw out a little push/pull, "Oh man, 2 points off for splitting the group up!... But you were right... you are the cutest...so I'll give you one point for that." She replies, "Noooo! I don't care, we are still the best...and thanks!" Big smile about being called the cutest. Meanwhile, as if on cue, a random guy comes in and starts talking to the other girl. Thanks random wingman!
At this point I realize it is time to make it personal. She has seen I have a fun side when I opened and when I was interacting with my crew. Time to get to know each other.
"How do you girls know each other?"
"Her and I were roommates at college, her and I have known each other for...blah blah blah.
I continue to build comfort, gather logistics, and build the personal connection. We establish that we live about 40 minutes from each other and are both single. She says she isn't a party girl and is more into chill nights with friends but she hasn't really checked out the Dallas scene before. I tell her that I know some good places and I could be her tour guide for a night. Then, all of a sudden, she notices the rest of her group is looking to move on to the next bar. I get her number and she leaves.
She texts me about 5 times in 2 minutes, so I tease her by texting back, "Wow, blowing up my phone like whoa!" She replies, "woops, sorry." To make sure she knows I don't mind, I SOI, "I like your style and think your vibe is sexy... so its ok." We text back and forth a couple more times that night but none terribly noteworthy.
Over the next two weeks we text each other trying to find a time to meet up. Eventually we find a night we are both free and set up a date. I decide that I want to go ice skating because I haven't been since last winter up in Ottawa. Her being a native Texan, I assume it had been a very long time since she had done it, if ever.
Logistically, this date made it pretty much impossible to sleep with her that night because the rink is about 30 minutes from both of our houses. It dosen't matter to me though because I want to go skating and know that if we like each other it would happen soon enough.
She hasn't been skating since she was 6 years old and we have a great time trying to stay upright. Knowing that we aren't going to sleep together that night, I foreshadow that I am going to come over to her place sometime and make her my specialty drink; a frozen hot chocolate. This gives me an excuse to set up logistics. She agrees and mentions that her roommate had just moved out so she had an apartment all to herself for the rest of the semester. At this point, I know logistics are set.
We finish the date by going to Starbucks and have a good time relating about random things. I SOI and maintain KINO throughout. I kiss her goodnight and we go our separate ways.
Part 2: Two steps forward, one step back
Our date was on Monday night. On Thursday, I decide I want some frozen hot chocolate.
I call her and she says she will be out of work at 6. I tell her I will be at her house at 8:30. That should give her enough time to get cleaned up and ready for me.
I get there to find that she has bought me cupcakes and candles because my birthday was on Tuesday. I also notice she put some thought into wearing that tight shirt with the low cut neckline, which I will reward her for later. I push/pull/appreciate the fact that even though she didn't take the time to bake them she is very sweet and thoughtful to have bought the cupcakes for me. "Thanks, I guess you'll just have to come back again to eat them." she replies.
I blend up the frozen hot chocolates and we move to the couch. We make some random conversation and then she pulls out her laptop to show me her photography. In order to see the screen properly, I cuddle up next to her. I pull her legs across mine to begin the escalation. At some point, while she is showing me the photos, I begin to change my voice tone by slowing down and deepening it. I also begin to lengthen the amount of time I gaze at her and change my eye contact to "bedroom eyes."
After she showed me her photos I tell her that my hands are still cold from holding the drinks and start to give her a hand massage and teach her how to give one. After a few minutes of this, we talk about relationships and I make it clear that I'm in no rush to get into a serious relationship. Then she asks me about my first kiss. DING, DING, DING! She just threw open a window of escalation! By bringing this up she is not so subtly telling me to kiss her already.
I tell her about my first kiss and she tells me about hers and we discuss how we like to be kissed. With poor timing, her phone rings and she gets up to answer it. When she comes back she tells me it was her friend drunk dialing her. As she is telling me this she sits back down across my lap and I lead and escalate by turning her face toward me and cutting off her sentence with a kiss. Of course there is no resistance nor any attempt to finish her thought.
I roll her under me and begin to kiss her neck. She stops me and says, "No, no, no. Not there. I don't like my neck kissed......not on the second night we have known each other." I realize she is telling me to slow down. I take one step back and deescalate by going back to kissing her lips. At the moment I don't know if she really doesn't like her neck kissed or if she meant not right now. After a minute or two I take two steps forward by skipping her neck and start kissing her exposed upper chest. No resistance so I escalate further by rolling her on top of me so I can get my hand behind her to undo her bra.
Side note: Learn how to undo bras properly with one hand if you don't know how to already. It makes escalation much smoother than fiddling with it until she has to undo it herself.
With her on top of me, I continue kissing her and reach around and skillfully undo her bra. She laughs and whispers, "Wow, you ARE smooth." I smile while lifting her shirt and bra over her head.
At this point, it is getting unnecessarily uncomfortable to continue on our path while trying to not fall off the couch. I take her hand and lead her to the bedroom.
Throughout the rest of the evening there are few more moments of her indicating her desire to slow down. I comply by taking a step back and then escalating further next time. Each time I go past the previous limit, she smiles and whispers, "Oh god, you are too much." I simply smile and continue to lead while we both enjoy the experience.
I end up missing class the next morning.
Two nights later I am in her bed again for a repeat performance and it is better each time.
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