| I’ve just been counting the figurative notches on my bedpost I’ve achieved since the turn of 2012, and found out I’ve had sex with 10 girls, most of whom I’ve met via the internet. I’ve decided to briefly outline the process behind each lay and, where applicable, what I thought went right or what could have been done better. I’m not doing this as a means of bragging, but rather to share some of the learning experiences I’ve had with internet dating over the past few months.
Girl 1:
Met on POF, number closed. I had a text conversation with her the next day about an eating contest we have at my house called the £10 challenge (you have to eat over £10 worth of McDonalds in a sitting). I busted her by saying there was no way a girl could manage that much food. She insisted she could do it. I (semi-jokingly) invited her to put her money where her mouth is. She accepted, and we arranged to meet the next day and do the challenge together. She drove over to mine to pick me up. I told her I’d already eaten and we could do the challenge another day. We went out to a pub instead. Two hour later we had sex back at my place. We never did the £10 challenge.
This was an exceptionally easy close. I usually run a strict discipline of getting a girl on the phone for a short chat before inviting to meet, but this encounter just demonstrates that it’s possible to take short cuts if the right situation arises, or if you can sense a strong buy-in from your prospect.
Girl 2:
She messaged me first on POF. We texted then talked on the phone. I went to see her at a bar near her house – I usually try and get girls to come to me, but I drive and she didn’t, and I was in a benevolent mood. We had a few drinks and then went back to her grandparents’ house (which was, by the way, the biggest shithole I’ve ever seen). Even though her grandparents were (she assured me) practically comatose from a medley of sleep medication, she refused to have sex, on the basis that I wouldn’t want to see her again if she gave it up too quickly.
When I got back that night, I sent her a text explaining that the timing of sex wasn’t important to me, and that my last three long-term relationships had arisen from one-night stands (paraphrasing a technique used by Neil Strauss in the Game here). In a couple of days I invited her straight round to my house to watch films. We had sex almost instantly on her arrival.
Girl 3:
An English student from POF. Standard affair – went for drinks near my house, had sex on the first date.
Girl 4:
Met on POF. I usually maintain a strict standard of talking for a girl for no longer than a week, absolute maximum, before arranging a date. Longer than this, and I find you start to slide into the “online friend” category and arranging to meet in person is a lot harder.
Unfortunately, I had a couple of weeks of swotting for exams at work, so had to put things on ice with this girl for a while. Correspondingly, I found her a lot more flaky and non-committal when I eventually tried getting her to meet up – continually getting “I’ll let you know” answers when I tried to nail her down to a day. Eventually, I got her to play ball by counter-flaking on her – skipping out on a provisional meet-up by telling her I’d decided to go out with friends instead.
Once we’d actually met, things proceeded smoothly – standard drinks at a bar and sex on the first date.
Girl 5:
An 18 year old girl I met on POF. Sex on the first date. She neglected to mention that she was a virgin until I penetrated her and a torrent of blood gushed onto my newly-cleaned bedsheets.
Girl 6:
An older girl I met at a club in London. I declined the offer to go back to hers that night through sheer laziness. I invited her over to mine the following week and we had sex in the comfort of my home.
Girl 7:
Met on POF. Everything went smoothly until she turned up at the bar we’d arranged to meet at with two friends in tow. I practically downed my beer and left, without making any kind of excuse.
I sent her a text the next day, explaining that turning up at a date with friends is not usually acceptable practice. She apologised profusely, and offered to come straight over to my house, alone this time, to make amends. Sex ensued.
I think this episode demonstrates the importance of playing the dating game by your own rules, not the girl’s. I could have stayed around on the first date and busted a gut to win over her (probably haughty and suspicious) friends, and I probably wouldn’t have gotten any respect for it. In refusing to be the dancing monkey, I was able to dictate the terms of the interaction and get what I wanted.
Girl 8:
Met on POF. I turned up to the date viciously hung-over, still in the same clothes as the previous night, probably stinking of booze. Still managed to get her back to my place (which looked like Hiroshima after two friends had crashed there for the weekend) and fuck.
The fact that I pulled this one off despite having a few disadvantages is possibly testament to the power of having a laid-back, don’t-give-a-fuck attitude. Or the girl might just have been a bit of a slag. Who knows?
Girl 9:
An American girl I asked for directions while trying to find friends on my town’s common. I asked if she was Canadian (I knew she wasn’t) and we chatted for a few minutes, ending in a number close. Took her out to a bar two days later, bounced back to my place and screwed.
Girl 10:
A girl I’d messaged previously on POF, but never really got off the ground with. I bumped into her randomly outside a club that she couldn’t get into for being too drunk. She told me I acted like I was gay (I get this a lot), I told her I’d prove I wasn’t and kissed her (terrible game, I know). I bounced her to a different bar, danced for a bit, bounced back to mine and fucked.
Well, there you have it! This post is just supposed to be a Cliffs Notes version of my last three months. I’d be happy to go into more detail on any of these experiences if anyone’s interested.
Peace out,
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