...is for you to FUCKING TAKE CONTROL.
It's hard being an independent woman.
Make her feel like a woman.
Make her let go.
Make her fall into you and be fragile and capricious.
Soundtrack
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It's the usual morass of a mixed group.
More guys than girls.
Down tempo ***ay night for this town/city.
Single girls.
Single guys.
Everyone's doing the musical chairs conversation roatation blase blase to figure out who may pair off or who has enough in common to show less interest than they actually feel so they can drop hints about hanging out or maybe once people are drunk enough start touching then maybe isolate and make out.
Mating dynamics = ridiculous. What a rigamarole when most of the behavior flies directly in the face of what a rational approach would assume works.
I decide to clearly voice my intention early into the interaction as soon as there aren't 5 people right there listening to us.
There's her sense of style, dark hair, fair skin and a general thoughtfulness to her facial expression that picques my curiousity.
We make idle chat across the table at the ***** venue.
The group segues to another venue.
She's split between talking to me and others b/c of the bad seating at the venue.
As soon as there's not a shitload of people listening to us talking I ask her if she likes *****.
She says yes.
I ask her to go with me to ***** on *****day.
Her face lights up.
She says she would love to.
Or you can go on a PUA forum and read about some paltry number closes. Choke on a dick.
I decide to press the interaction.
I remind myself that a cute girl will often not think you are interested.
Correction, a girl not sprung on herself will often need a clear and direct sign you are interested.
I get up and make my way to sit next to her. In a few minutes I wrap my arm around her and pull her close then kiss her on the cheek.
The floodgates open.
The Kraken is loose.
Later she will affirm this to me, that she couldn't tell if I was interested or rather that she had no idea I was interested....inbetween her telling me I'm a great kisser and that she's having a hard time resisting me while drum and bass or some Lady Gaga or whatever the gays are listening to amidst the Lord's day plays and she's grinding into me with her hand grazing my crotch.
I've been told by previous girlfriends that my game is relatively indirect at times.
They weren't sure I was interested.
I probably get a pass on that b/c I'm a good looking dude with decent fashion sense.
I realized it was time to go for gusto.
So I make plans with her mid-interaction. I want it clear this is no friendzone tell me about your life/hobbies/friendliness conversation to purgatory no man's land devil's island stranded bullshit.
Soon she's practically sitting in my lap and we're making out with her fingers laced in mine.
The group begins to disperse, some people head home, others head to a different bar.
She's going to ride me with me to the *** bar then I'll drop her off at her car.
Midway to my car, I ask if she's down with the gays and wants to do something a bit more upbeat than the straight bar the remnants of the group is heading to. She smiles and says yes, appreciating the decision to be alone and she says as much.
Compliance demonstrated yet again.
The bartender at the gay bar throws us free beers b/c he knows me and then some guys hit on me.
The straight girls with gay friends eye me hungrily and the girl I'm with gets to bask in the warmth of their jealousy.
I pull her small frame into me with her arm gripped in my hand.
We kiss for what feels like ages and enjoy the closeness of one another.
She asks how many girls fall for my **** eyes.
I laugh and avoid the question and she pulls herself close to me and presses her lithe frame into mine. One of the gays compliments us and says we look good together.
She responds to my touch and squirms in a good way as I squeeze her. Her hips respond to my touch naturally and we have obvious compatibility and chemistry physically.
The music plays and a couple guys tell her they like my hair, that I'm handsome blah blah blase blah but it all helps.
She says she likes the way I handle her and the way she uses the word is laden with positive expectation and acceptance.
She in not so many words says that she can tell I've been with plenty of girls but it's not said in a catty or malicious tone....simply her recognizing game.
I take it to mean she's tired of busters and tactless guys lacking in finesse.
She paints the canvas and I let her by only answering enough of what she asks to almost satiate her curiousity.
The numbers of the matrix fly by and I maintain frame.
Sadly, the hour is late and work comes early.
We head to her car and while i drive she rests her hand on my thigh as she kisses me hungrily at stoplights.
We get to her car, and she straddles me after climbing across the car console like a petite ninja and she grinds on my lap while we make out.
It's another reminder that if you have the right key for the right lock, you'd be surprised how sexual some girls can be despite their outward demeanor/appearance.
I head home and sleep deep for a few hours.
Good luck and happy hunting.
- Yrs. in Christ
“First one gives off his best picture, the bright and finished product mended with bluff and falsehood and humor. Then more details are required and one paints a second portrait, and third---before long the best lines cancel out---and the secret is exposed at last; the planes of the picture have intermingled and given us away, and though we paint and paint we can no longer sell a picture. We must be satisfied with hoping such fatuous accounts of ourselves as we make to our wives and children and business associates are accepted as true.”
― Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and the Damned
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