This is a continuation of my first thread
sarging-french-chicks-in-shanghai-huh-vt21678.html
Here's the cliffnotes version:
Summary: After loads of DHV dancing and hot make out sessions, I pull her outside for a walk and she completely closes off.
However... the next day I get an email and a wall post from her... the email reads:
Hey !
I really miss your dance ! Give me news and send me pictures from Guanzghou ! I hope you have a real great time !
I just want to tell you that I regret the way I say you goodbye and that this night was very nice ! I hope I will talk to you another time.
See ya !
Xxx
The wall post was just a copy/paste of the first paragraph.
What the hell? any explanations? What did I do wrong? Should I have just said "let's grab a hotel room"? Silly french people.
Also, how should I respond to this email? I feel like asking about what happened with her. I doubt I'll ever even be within 10 km of her again, I really just want to dissect this and find out what happened.
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And here's the long boring version:
You can read it for background if you want, but it's not crucial. All you need to know is that I met this girl at the club and we were the best dancers there, and everyone knew it. We tried on a few different occasions to reconnect (for shopping, a salsa class, and going out to eat) before finally succeeding a week and a half later on my last night in Shanghai.
We headed out to Richie's. Great hip hop music, no cover, and fairly priced drinks. This means the same prices as Canada... so about 9x what you can buy them for in the convenience store conveniently located 2 minutes walk from the door... you can drink in public here too. Pre drinking has never been so easy. I made 2 red bull runs that night.
Anyway, they arrive just as I do. Their cab stopped right beside me and they hadn't seen me, so my target (J) was greeted by me opening and helping her out the door.
C: I have a present for you
J: What?
(I hold out my hand until she gets the picture, and put a card in her hand)
C: Best restaurant I've been to in Shanghai, you girls HAVE to go. They have musicians and turkish dancers, I just KNOW they'll pull you from your table to go boogie. We were just there tonight and had a blast.
J: Cool, thanks!
It seems I've been referring to myself as "we" with J, because I'm here with classmates, although they're rarely around when I run into her. I figure it helps with the frame that I've got loads of friends and I'm not some creepy club guy.
Anyway, on to the story.
11: J and her 2 girl roommates arrive. I met them last time, and they liked me, and this trend continues. Throughout the night they give us plenty of time alone. Who needs wings when you have converted obstacles?
11:05: The dancing commences. An asian hb8 is really wanting a peace of me. After giving her cold body language for 5 minutes, I dance with her, maybe 10 seconds of grinding (I admire persistance). I probably could've worked a jealousy plotline, but I didn't want to leave with this girl. I didn't even really care about leaving with J, I just wanted to dance with her.
12: The 4th roommate (Fred) arrives. I greet him, and back to dancing we go. Fred has marginal success working the asians.
12:30: 1 roommate leaves. Now it's 2 guys, 2 girls.
1:30: The floor is PACKED. J and I end up cut off from the other two, dancing in a corner next to some americans. We show them that when it comes to dancing, they just can't step when Canucks are around.
1:45: J and I get close. our noses pass each other. I know I'm supposed to go 90, and she goes 10. She never makes contact. I back up a bit, a smile on my face. The game isn't over just yet. She didn't reject, but had I went the final 10% it would've set me up for rejection. I establish the frame that I'm playing with her.
1:46: the same process repeats. Why doesn't she go the rest of the way?
1:47: Fuck it, I'll go the 10%. Her lips are parted but unresponsive.
1:50: We're making out. I get it now, she's just a very unique kisser. soft brushes of the lips on lips and neck. I love the french.
We stop all pretenses of dancing and go at it. Her hands are everywhere, crotch, ass, back, abs, under my shirt... stopping once to inspect my pockets. If she's looking for a condom she should've tried the back pocket.
2:00 We take a break to dance. Our american buddies are leaving, and press an email address into my hand. They want to hang with me again.
2:30: Over 30 minutes of making out. jesus, how do I close this? She and I both have places to be at 8 am.
My thinking: building some comfort would be good if I don't want to get left behind when her and her roommates are ready for sleep.
There's a nice park just outside the club.
C: let's go for a walk
J: (puzzled)
C: let's find our friends and tell them.
5 minutes of searching later, we find them and tell them. The minute we step outside, J is a cold door.
J: Why'd you want to go for a walk?
C: I need to head out soon. I need to leave for my flight at 8 am. I figured it'd be nice to get to know you a little better
J: Oh (not impressed)
We walk, I attempt contact once or twice, but her body language only gets more harsh. I talk about wanting to stay to help with the earthquake relief. She responds with negative politics talk. We walk in silence. I tell her we're playing a game and run a compliance test. It doesn't work, so I turn it into a game of slaps. She isn't interested.
We get back to the club as her friends are getting out. I chat with them. They're still friendly. It's time to end the night. I go to say goodbye to J. She's obviously worried I'm going to go for a kiss in front of her friends. She does the lean forward ass-out hug. Her friend gives me a warmer hug than her! I say goodbye to fred as well, jump in a cab, and I'm off.
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