FR: Model chick

[izza]

This is an update on Bus girl. If you've already read it, skip the quote.

Model chick 1: I met her months ago, but she's been busy + hasn't responded.

This girl takes a lot of energy to keep interested. She's a English chick who grew up in Nice. My goal for the year was to meet people on public transport. I was really happy that I met her on the bus, of all places. I asked to see some magazine she was reading, really to hit on her, but supposedly to see what kind of concerts it offered. We got to talking, I got her email. I contact her, nothing. I contact her, she apologizes. I ask for her number, no response. I think it's all over. That was months ago.

Out of boredom one day, I ask if she's still in France. The secret with this one is persistent but funny. I say "Are you trying to hint that I'm not the center of the universe?" She apologizes and gives me her phone number. She suggests we go to a bar and get a drink. I reject it (out of principle, but I don't like bars) and suggest another day. Also, I say (in both English and French), "I'm way too ADD to sit in a bar and chat. Can't we walk, throw, DO something?" In my head at the time, I thought this was very masculine. Now, I just think it's stupid, but whatever it worked. She says a walk is good. I awkwardly try to compliment her: "Good answer, I like people who like to walk!" It's true, but I still felt stupid saying it. I suggest a walk on a different day, she says maybe she'll be free.

I knew I needed to trap this girl yet again (she takes so much effort!). So a few days later, I give her a meeting point and tell her to bring blueberries. I say "I'm going to start drinking the whipped cream at 12 on the dot," (so that she won't be late, and so that she'll look forward to good food. It's pretty original too!)

Now she doesn't remember who I am. Aww great. What a b!tch! She says (to the SMS with the blueberries), "who is this?" I write back, "an international man of mystery." At least I challenged her to be clever. And she was. "If you don't say who this is, no blueberries!" Good response. I say, "Do the public good a favor and don't become a detective later in life. If you still don't know who this is, well, don't think about it too hard. Guess we weren't meant to be friends." I'm not sure if she was totally bsing or what. But I made a mistake in my french in the last message that gave myself away in any case. She says, ok for Thursday.

My god, what effort that took! And she might have a bf for all this trouble! She cancelled for Thursday.

 

[izza]

the FR

Ah model chick. You guys aren't gonna like this update.

Once again, I am standing on a balcony with a gorgeous chick looking down another gorgeous parisian street. And once again, I'm in the merde.

I had set a date with model chick that day to go ice skating. She calls me up and instead of the going that, invites me directly to her apartment. As she said that on the phone, my heart began racing. She could feel how frozen up I was on the phone too, I was absolutely flabbergasted. Her voice sounds really nice too, that wasn't helping anything.

Maybe she was inviting me over just out of laziness, maybe she was hoping it would lead somewhere, I have no idea! I was shocked... it was all so easy.

I do some other stuff, I get lost, and I arrive there about an hour later. She's alone. I soon find out that nobody will be coming home that evening. I didn't show it, but I was so nervous that I was nearly shaking. My hands were freezing cold even though it was about 95 degrees outside.

Now as for model chick, she was looking, well, like a model should. She had curves in all the right places -significant ones too. Her piercing blue eyes appeared to be delving into my very soul and finding the word "chump" written all over the place. I was in an old t-shirt, flip-flops and after walking all day my feet smelled awful. I showed up looking only one or two notches above a homeless person. I tried to make light of my appearance but she was busy pretending to be unfazed, and my humor fell flat. It was not going well at all, and we were only at first impressions.

Model chick hadn't given up on me yet. She was laughing at my story of misunderstanding her street on the phone and getting horribly lost. She sat down on one couch and I had to decide between her couch and the one across with a table in between. Like a chicken, I took the one opposite. But I made up for it by finding an excuse to look at something near her to sit closer on a chair.

Suddenly things take a swing for the better. I walk over to the balcony, and she stands right next to me, decidedly within my personal space. Our shoulders are almost touching. I touch her once or twice on the arm in conversation, but then quickly move my hand away after a few seconds. I suck at kino.

We're talking and she tells me that she's going through a breakup right now. Wow, I think to myself, this gorgeous girl might be hoping that I will seduce her. This is different than the horribly painful rejection I'm used to. She smells fantastic.

We're getting stuff out of the dining room and she touches me in the small of my back. I realize at this moment that I have barely had any physical contact with women for over a year.

As for her, she's intelligent, well read, way more cultured than me, and I am not at all uncultured. I love classical music and art, and know way too much about history on four continents. Meanwhile, she clearly knows way more than me about art, history, and literature combined, as well as being a near expert in fashion and film. I found myself feeling like an idiot not just because of my clothes, but because of my lack of culture. I was just outclassed. All I had to show for myself was that I knew how to juggle and she didn't. Ouch. Fortunately, I don't really believe in leagues. But by the end of the evening, I was starting to reconsider.

We didn't have much of a connection in talking. We laughed we joked, but our conversation was never very profound nor very light. It was just kind of boring. I was secretly looking forward to it being over. So was she, but I was hoping to end it in the bedroom, and by this time she was hoping it would end with me outside so she could watch a movie.

Too bad, I would have liked for a connection to be there. The problem is that right now I make connections slowly: I don't touch people right away, I give them their space, I discuss meaningless fluff until like months into a friendship. It's kind of an obstruction when you think about it.

My frustration built and built and I could tell I was overstaying my welcome. I stayed for a bit more and we basically weren't speaking anymore. She was just reading stuff on the internet while I looked at a book. I left as she retired to further her profound knowledge of French cinema, and I to explore a part of town she had told me about.

I knew as I was walking away that this was the closest I had come in my entire life to touching such an extraordinary girl for more than 3 consecutive seconds. What progress I have made since a year ago. But what progress still needs to be made!

I tell most of my woman stories to a friend of mine who's pretty handy with the ladies. All he ever has to say is, "do you realize that, if I were in your position, she would be sleeping in my bed right now?!"

 

[Lucas718]

I'm not sensing a lot of confidence coming from you. Who cares if she knows more about arts & cinema than you. You could have used those things to spark conversation. If it's something she loves, then it's going to be something she loves talking about. It's ok to ask her questions about stuff you don't know. You don't need to be the expert on everything or feel you need to try to impress her (juggling, wtf???).

It sounds like you know what to do but your lack of confidence stops you from doing it. Trust me, I know that feeling. She invited you over and gave you several opportunites to make a move and you didn't do it. Next time you find yourself in a similar situation, make the move. You have to push your limits and try things that you may not be comfortable doing. Let's face it, sticking to your comfort level is what has gotten you to this point of inaction. Isn't it better to face a possible rejection and feel bad for maybe a day than it is to not do anything and regret it for a lifetime?

Don't give up so easily. Push your limits! Sarge on!

 

[Krassus]

Her piercing blue eyes appeared to be delving into my very soul and finding the word "chump" written all over the place.

Hahahah! This is sig-worthy!!

 

[Phyzzle]

I know.. But I beat everyone to it

 

[reallyfreakinlost]

That was good that you rejected her offer to go to a bar with you, you should've just rejected every offer she gave you. Oh wait, thats exactly what you did!! Well, good job, you got a date...
....with your hand!

 

[jack knife]

What were you so nervous about?

She invited you over to her place, and like you said, she came into your personal space. She was looking but you weren't giving it to her.

Underneath those piercing blue eyes, she is just a skull, just like you, just like everybody.

 

[sparky0000]

Said it before, and I will say it again. Anyone...I mean ANYONE can model. No, big deal.

 

[Tomatoes]

All he ever has to say is, "do you realize that, if I were in your position, she would be sleeping in my bed right now?!"

I tell my friend that quite abit too.


I dont sense confidence coming from yourself and a prefound sense of pedistooling. Its good to see that you have made progress. There is alot more you need to do. Mainly improve your convidence but at least your going in the right direction.


Sarge On!

 

[izza]

Krassus and Phyzzle: lol, that's a dubious honor, but I'll take it.

I dont sense confidence coming from yourself and a prefound sense of pedistooling. Its good to see that you have made progress. There is alot more you need to do. Mainly improve your convidence but at least your going in the right direction.

Nah, no worries, I'm far too arrogant to pedestool her. That being said, I'm definitely** not used to gorgeous women being around all the time. This is taking a bit of getting used to. At this point, my internal dialog is something along the lines of "don't blow it don't blow it." LOL, not tops.

After this encounter, I decided that my next domain of intense learning will be kino. What that means is: success and failure with every chick is determined only by my use of kino. Must improve!

I'm going to be a bit more precise about the kino in the future. The extent of my touching is like a demeaning pat on the head, a two second maximum touch to get her attention. These are not sensual at all. More like annoying or invasive. I was thinking today, how do I like to be touched? The answer is simple: I don't! So much work to do...

I'm not sensing a lot of confidence coming from you. Who cares if she knows more about arts & cinema than you. You could have used those things to spark conversation. If it's something she loves, then it's going to be something she loves talking about. It's ok to ask her questions about stuff you don't know. You don't need to be the expert on everything or feel you need to try to impress her (juggling, wtf???).

It sounds like you know what to do but your lack of confidence stops you from doing it. Trust me, I know that feeling. She invited you over and gave you several opportunites to make a move and you didn't do it. Next time you find yourself in a similar situation, make the move. You have to push your limits and try things that you may not be comfortable doing. Let's face it, sticking to your comfort level is what has gotten you to this point of inaction. Isn't it better to face a possible rejection and feel bad for maybe a day than it is to not do anything and regret it for a lifetime?

Don't give up so easily. Push your limits! Sarge on!

Yo Lucas thanks for the response. Very inspirational. It's true that in order to push my limits, I'll have to do things that are uncomfortable or that could be socially embarassing (AKA taking a swing at touching this chick). To me right now it sounds unthinkable, at least for me, to do such a thing.

As for the self-confidence, that takes a while. I would love for it to be faster, but it's a slow moving change of reactions and emotions. I really liked a post by nishbuk which pointed out that self-confidence comes with success, and that its unrealistic to expect it before. What I can change now is I can learn to not take things so seriously.

Said it before, and I will say it again. Anyone...I mean ANYONE can model. No, big deal.

True. I've seen some butt ugly models, seriously. This one though... heh, she was a'ight.

That was good that you rejected her offer to go to a bar with you, you should've just rejected every offer she gave you. Oh wait, thats exactly what you did!! Well, good job, you got a date...
....with your hand!

LOL, the classic date: macdo and a movie.

 

[izza]

This one is the worst...