On 02/15/2020, Saturday, I met up with the nerdy Belgian girl from Marquette University. She arrived at Fairgrounds Coffee and Tea a minute or so before I did. Of course, I intentionally showed up late to display non-neediness and the fact I’m a cool guy with lots of options.
However, there was one issue: The cafe was filled to the brim with patrons.
Consequently, our conversation was mostly platonic with premise/evaluation lines tossed in between. Even Nicole – the Belgian girl – stated she wanted to express herself, but felt restricted due to the heavy social atmosphere of the cafe.
An hour or so into the date, I began to feel socially drained. My game, energy and overall enthusiasm began to drop. With nothing left to lose, I pulled the trigger by stating we should leave the venue and go for a quick walk. As we stepped outside, I did minor kino by locking our arms together – only to hold her hand a moment later.
She didn’t resist and responded positively to my advances.
“Coincidentally” – and I say this because I intentionally chose a day game venue close to my apartment – we walked past my apartment and I pretended to check for my keys. I said I had to grab something and since we’re both here, minus well she tag along. She obliged and we both went upstairs to my room.
In my apartment, my game should have skyrocketed due to the fact it’s only the girl and me; and while it wasn’t bad, it was moreso ‘acceptable’ instead of ‘good’ or ‘great’. It was playful though. We chatted for a bit and I recall she said she had an ‘experience’ with other people before.
It was ‘big bait’, as Roosh calls it, and I had to find out more.
While she said she wasn’t comfortable talking about it, I was curious and didn’t bother drawing out further details. Eventually, for reasons I don’t know, she capitulated and told me a beta orbiter of hers became aggressive without “going through all the steps of getting someone to like you”. We all know what that means. If it’s as terrible as she paints it out to be, that’s anyone’s guess.
I ran some comfort game. She didn’t cry but was obviously distraught at the prospect of being alone at some dude’s apartment due to past experiences.
After a few minutes, she began to settle down. She was calm, her head against my shoulder with my arm wrapped around her. As if I played an actor in a movie, I lifted her chin up and kissed her. She responded by kissing me back and we made out passionately.
I pushed her onto the bed, spread her legs open, and resumed making out. I knew I had to escalate somehow and was calibrated enough not to go for the kill immediately. If I wanted to bang this girl, I had to play it slow.
Therefore, I stepped into the bed, set my head on a pillow with her above me.
As we resumed making out, I escalated in a series of steps: Lips -> Neck -> Chest -> Breast -> She takes off her top -> I kiss down her belly, going for her jean button -> Try taking them off -> Boom.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to complete the sequence.
I managed to take her top off, but she gave a soft whimper when I went for her jeans. I took it as a sign to back off, continue escalating properly, and pray for the best. Meanwhile, I was in nothing except my boxer briefs.
She was deeply aroused, judging by her heavy breathing, hard nipples, and the fact her chest was red. It gave the appearance my girl had hives.
… But damn, she just wouldn’t budge. I mean, I’m not worried. It was the first date. Hell, I’m surprised I was able to escalate as far as I did.
We stopped about 20-30 minutes in. She sat up, quiet for a few minutes, while I wrapped her arm around her. She said she had to go, but will text me later.
I shrugged it off, went to my computer, and began writing this field report.
Update: She text me back a day later. She initially assumed I wanted a casual relationship and said she wasn’t into that. However, I BS’d my text by saying I want something long-term. She was pleasantly surprised and is down to go for a second date.