Interest levels and failed first dates
First off, to any truly "new to the game" folks that might just be coming on board, I
STRONGLY suggest that:
Before you get active posting your questions here on the forum, visit the lower-left part of the page. There is a link: The DJ Bible. Click on that, then bookmark it. Find the DJ bootcamp, and then DO IT. Then, as you are doing the bootcamp, read the rest of the material. There is a lot to read, but all your questions, and more, will be answered by the material that's already been there for a long, long, time.
You're questions aren't special; they've all been asked before. You aren't a beautiful snowflake: you are the all-singing, all-dancing, crap of the world. If something is really pressing you, do a search. Read and learn, don't just ask and memorize answers. What I'm saying is begin your evolution by taking matters INTO YOUR OWN HANDS. Don't rely on haters on the internet to give you custom advice, you'll likely get only custom trolling. Instead, treat it like a college course that you are taking, and do your homework.
With regards to the two big issues, there is plenty of material listed on that DJ Bible menu page. One of my favorites is Anti-Dump's Machine. Once you find that and read it, you'll find that one should "strike while the iron is hot" when it comes to first dates and interest levels. Anti-Dump's philosophy is to not waste time trying to get uninterested (or uninteresting) women to become interested in you. Instead, cut them out sooner than later and use your dating time for finding women who ARE interested, and date THEM. He details how you can tell the difference, as does Señor Fingers, another favorite of mine.
Do the bootcamp, Read the material, and be a man of action. Choose. Be decisive. Evolve into the better man you need to become.
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That being said, let me share an example of "striking while the iron is hot".
FR: The blonde.
(some will recognize the story)
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(at bar, warming up a cutie, a blonde, and I'm generally "not into" blondes...)
HB: (saying something that piquéd my interest)
V: "
Really? Hmmph..."
HB: *smiling, corner of bottom lip tucked under top teeth*
V: *pushes pad and pen toward HB*
HB: *feigning surprise* "...uh..."
V: "Come on, now. Don't go running around in your head making a bunch of assumptions. I just want to continue our conversation away from this noise... get with it. *taps pointed finger demandingly on the notepad*
HB: *takes up pen, thinking*
V:
![Roll Eyes :rolleyes: :rolleyes:](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7)
*taps finger on notepad again, with a stern look and eye-contact*
HB: *thinking... *
V: *walks away to do whatever, comes back to writing on notepad*
She (eventually) wrote some gibberish in a language I couldn't understand, followed by a phone number from another state at the end of the note. The situation was such that I couldn't escalate then and there, so I had to go for the number close.
THE NEXT DAY...
*I'm driving home from work, a half-hour in to a 2 1/2 hour drive, I just happened to think of the gal I just met...*
V: *getting stuck behind some idiot not doing the speed limit, whip out my phone... beep-beep-boop, boup-boup-beep-boop... Brrringgg, brrrringgg...*
HB: "Hello?"
V: *wearing a smile so it comes through in my voice, despite the asshead driving in front of me* "Hey, kittycat! Sing me a song to keep me in town, otherwise I'll be two-and-a-half hours away, at home, until Wednesday.
HB: "Uh... Ok... well... I'm at work right now, and I won't be done until 9. Is that going to be too late to do anything?"
V: *somewhat shocked by the compliance, hitting the brakes to slow down and turn around and go back into the city* "That's fine, I can find something to kill time until then."
HB: "Great! But... I'd like to stop at home and change, is that okay?"
V: "Go ahead, just don't go crazy making yourself beautiful to impress me, just freshen up and meet me out at (name of a easily found bar with quiet areas) for a ****tail(
![Wink ;) ;)](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7)
about 9:30-10(?)"
HB: "That's no problem, I know where that is, but it'll be probably closer to ten."
V: "I'll be waiting. See you then."
HB: "Okay, bye!"
I was surprised at her interest level, and at the same time, a little torqued that I had to turn around and waste a few hours ...I was looking forward to being home and doing stuff there. I, having had plenty experience with flakey flakes, was already a half-hour into my drive, completely planning on getting an answering machine, and going ahead with my "weekend" plans. "Oops... she's down? Psshf... of course she's down, I'm me. Now what? This blonde better not be another retard..."
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*we meet, have fantastic conversation, she's showing the signs of interest. I initiate a venue change to one closer to her place (the place we were at changed into less-than-optimum) to play some darts*
A couple rounds into a dart game, I'm up, she's standing to the side, talking trash about the game...
V: *third dart of the round at the ready to throw*
HB: *makes a sexually-charged wise-crack*
V: *dart still up, looks over at HB, eye-contact...*
HB: *corner of bottom lip tucked under top teeth again, smiling*
V: *walks over, sets last dart on table while pulling her towards me with the other hand, deploys first kiss*
Needless to say, we didn't finish that dart game. In fact, we slammed our drinks, hit the door, and went straight back to her place to ƒuck after that first kiss.
By bootcamping, reading the material, and practicing (doing my homework), I was able to recognize "when the iron was hot" and act on it. I didn't hesitate, or start coming up with a gang of "what if's" to freak myself out, I just acted. I didn't attack her, I strolled right up and kissed her like I have kissed a woman before: like I knew she wanted me to.
It's that ability to recognize interest that opens the door to knowing when to act and when not to act. Did I wait four days before calling? Nope. I called when it suited me - when I felt like it. Read it again: Does any part of the interaction convey desperation?
Rules?
Well, how about the first kiss? Did I wait until the end of the date? Did I wait for the customary and expected awkwardness? HELL NO! I wasn't going to make a chick, who clearly wanted me, wait until it was awkward and there was more pressure on me.
No, instead, I saw she was interested, and acted accordingly. Had I waited, and not escalated, that is, "struck while the iron was hot", things would have likely declined. Surely the woman's hamster would've had more time to run, and she would've began to question my value.
HB: "I'm giving him all the signs... what's his deal? He's probably a douche, and lame in the sack, too, I'll bet."
:nono:
I've had a lot of crappy first dates. But, that was before I took this "course" and did my homework. Now, I understand the difference between a woman that's interested in ME and a woman that's interested in a free dinner and some attention.
I've been with that particular blonde in the story for five years now. She wants to have my babies.
:nervous:
Translated, that note she left said (roughly): "Because I don't know what assumptions you think I'm making". I framed the note and gave it back to her a year later for Valentine's day/our 1-year anniversary. Aww... so romantic!
Nothing I can say will tell you any better than what's been left by the masters I learned from: read the bible, do the bootcamp, and practice being awesome - don't just theorize about being awesome.
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Now go.