Friday night began at 9 when I met up with Katie, who I met at Troy last Friday. I wasn’t sure that this date was going to take place but sometime around 4 she texted me, asked me what I was doing. I had a plan. Meet up at the Wythe hotel, chat, then pull to a funky bar club thing downstairs that I went to on Thursday, or if she’s down, pull to a pizza place 2 blocks from my house.

None of that happens. This girl is a fucking lemon. I swear to god she is literally trying to not have fun and vibe. I’m being my normal self (mother-fucking-awesome) and she’s oblivious to it. She’s staying super logical and to be honest, super boring. I do not take this to be a sign of weak game on my part. This girl is simply lame. She was more fun at Troy and I also thought she was cuter then. Now, in real light, I can see her forehead is too big. So lame.

I don’t give up though. Pull her downstairs, tell her to check out this bar across the street. We get there and she won’t go inside. Says “I’m really tired. I just want to go home. Let’s do this again sometime!” Yeah right. $1,000,000 couldn’t get me to waste another minute of my life with her. I feel like she never planned to sleep with me at all. I feel like this date was an ego thing. Get a guy to take her out, show her a nice time, all the while she’s just thinking silly guys, just care about sex. I’m such a saintly nice girl, I’m so superior. Or whatever. I was really frustrated about this. I’ll be pissed for a while but I’ll ultimately accept 100% responsibility for this. Nobody put a gun to my head and made me go out with this girl. In the future I just have to screen better and watch out for duds like this girl.

Anyways..

She leaves and I consider my two options. I’m pretty pissed. It’s 10:20 on a Friday night in Williamsburg. I can go home, watch Netflix, curl up in the fetal position and cry. Or I can go out and pull. Not try to pull, or do my best. Fuck that. Go out and fucking pull (I’ll show that lemon of a girl what she’s missing). Decide to check out this place called The Woods which has no cover before 11. Turns out they have no cover for a reason, it’s deader than the Broadway dreams of the people who make me my overpriced coffee. I bounce, go to Freehold which is a block away. Inside I see a girl standing by herself. I go in immediately. I don’t do any mental bullshit, I just open. Within 10 seconds it’s obvious we vibe well. I say:

I’m sorry but you’re not wearing enough black. We’re going to deport you. You’ve got two weeks to pack your bags, we’re sending you to Saudi Arabia.”

I think I’d rather stay here.”

No, it’s cool. They have awesome women’s rights there.”

Blank stare at me

From a guy’s perspective..”

She laughs so hard. We kiss after 90 seconds. I tell her that I’m a serial killer but I’m doing really good and I haven’t killed anyone in a while. I swear I’ve never seen a girl laugh so much in my life. The logistics work themselves out perfectly. She’s with a friend who feels left out and leaves after ten minutes. My girl doesn’t even pretend to want to leave with the friend, she’s with me. I suggest we go play skee ball. She wins a game, I win a game. I suggest we go get Joe’s Pizza. She’s down. Gets her coat from coat check, we start walking there.

At Joe’s Pizza there is a slip in my game. I say to her:

Let’s get it to go. I live two blocks from here we can eat it in my living room.”

She gives me some shit. Calls me out on this, says she doesn’t want to eat it in my living room. We’ve been vibing so well that this really catches me off guard. I have no line, no response. I incoherently blurt out “Hmmpfff.” Then I just stare at her, smile, say “Come on. Let’s do it.” and she’s like “Ok.”

She was really into me so it worked out fine, but here’s what I would change in the future. On Wednesday I learned an awesome lesson from him about pulling. I asked what I should say to pull my girl from Le Bain. Should I suggest pizza, or a different bar, or how should I get her to leave with me (to go her place in Chelsea, 5 minutes away)? He answered:

“Go direct and say: Let’s go back to your place. In this situation being direct is OK. She’s down, buying temperature is high. However, if direct is too much than you can bring it back. It’s like you have a knife in your hand. When you go direct you’re letting her see the knife and she knows what’s up. But if it’s too much, you can hide that knife behind your back and play the girl game by suggesting you’ll only stay for two minutes you have to work in the morning. Or that you’ll just check it out and leave. Or if you have to you can do pizza and then pull to her place. Whatever you have to do. You go direct as you can but if she objects, than you hide the knife and mask your intentions. 

So with this girl, telling her to eat pizza in my living room, that was a bit too direct and she objected. I needed to hide the knife. Say something like “That’s cool, we don’t have to. Let’s just get to go boxes because it’s easier to carry.” Than take her out and start walking her to my place. Once she’s at the door it’s a 97% chance she’ll come in anyways.

Anyways, she tripped up my game but there was enough momentum that it didn’t fall apart. We got the pizza to go and we ate it in my living room. Then I pulled her to my bedroom to “show her pictures”. We didn’t fuck though. She was on her period. She really wanted to, I really wanted to, but “I just met you, I’m not fucking on my period” she said. So we rolled around in bed naked for two hours and I got a decent blowjob. Around 3 she decided to go, I got her number and we agreed to hang out again soon.

Notes

*This was the most attractive woman I’ve pulled yet. Big boobs, skinny body and we fit so well together. It’s really cool to see the potential here. The more I go out the cooler women I’ll end up being with.

*I think that I overshared with the girl. I told her about me, my travels, what I like to do, and all this shit. I think it was simply too much. The Rational Male talks about this, how it’s good to keep some mystery about you. Girls like to try to figure out the guy they’re with. It’s important to them. If you share too much it’s no longer as interesting and she’s less likely to see you again. So while I may have blown it here, next time I’ll be much more careful to filter what I say and not share so god damn much.

*Even if I never see this girl again, I’ll still be one happy guy. I’m beginning to live in abundance. I can always go out to the bar and meet a girl. I pulled on Wednesday and then I pulled two days later. That’s sick. I have no fucking idea what happened during that three months stretch over the winter where I didn’t pull once, but hopefully that bullshit is done for.

*On that fucked up date I think part of the problem was the venue I chose. It was a well lit, upscale lounge with a bunch of well dressed, rich looking people. This is not the ideal place to physically escalate and makeout. I took her here because it’s really fucking cool with a sick view of Manhattan, but that was me thinking about what I like, not what would be best in terms of getting laid. Next time I’ll take a girl to that funky, dark bar that I like.

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