Kailex
Master Don Juan
Yes, friends, I've been in this wonderful forum for 3 months. I stepped back into the dating game just 3 months ago and upon my very first plate at age 29, I discovered the DJ forums. My original google search was: What to do on the third date...
About 7 hours later, I had devoured the Book of Pook and many of the advices on this forum and began retooling my inner game and my dating game. Little did I know that many of the plates that I had considered at one time to be my A-plates, would eventually fizzle into nothingness.
Enter, my current battle with an impending oneitis. I'm not saying that it WILL happen, just saying that I could. And as such, is the purpose of this journal. It's hard to believe that just two months ago, I was average 3 dates per week with different plates (Thank you Rollo) and doing quite well, shifting attentions, not becoming too attached. I did post a while back about one girl that I seemed to "like" more than the others, but it was just temporary and she promptly vanished from my life... or rather, I sent her into the NEXT-zone (Our version of Superman's Phantom Zone).
And yet, ever since the beginning of January, there was this one plate: We shall call her Mai.
You see, my story begins two months ago with her, because she was the inevitable internet hook-up. Amongst the myriad of sarges, social circle hook-ups and online dating "dates", Mai was... "different". Following YourRoyalFlyness' tips on the precise timing/method of going from online to phone to dates, I was able to get her number within 3 emails, and set up a date within the next two days.
I'll classify her an HB8, just because... she's not the usual for me. Others might classify her a little lower/higher, but that's not the point. You see, my first date with Mai was... ROUGH. I did the standard 2 hours and we chose bowling/drinks for the first date. Yes, she was very nice to look at, but she could NOT stop ragging on about my clothes, specifically, my shoes. I had worn some nice Ecko shoes, because I KNEW that we'd just be switching them for bowling shoes anyway. But, apparently they were not to her liking... or so I thought.
One out of the two hours was like this, and I KNEW that the way to counteract this was with neg-hits of my own, some C&F and to not react. I held my ground pretty well, but it left a sour taste in my mouth. By the end of the date, I could have cared less to try to kiss her. So off I went with an awkward hug and kiss on the cheek. I figured... this is a plate to drop.
I kept dating others, and 3 days went by, Mai sent me an email, thanking her for having such a great time and that we needed to do it again soon.
WHAT? Was this girl on the same date I was? I had a horrible time. How could she have had a great time? Reluctantly, I answered her email from my job and told her I had a good time as well. That was that. I figured, just another plate in the backburner... just in case, right?
A week goes by, I don't email her back. She emails me saying that she is sorry that it doesn't seem to be working out between us since I haven't emailed her (she had emailed me back again). I read that, and ALMOST felt like a douche. Honestly, it was a mixture of being busy and not really caring. Why would I want to subject myself to that again?
BUT, it's a plate. So I emailed her back, and without apologizing, I told her I had been busy, but I wanted to meet up with her again. Unfortunately, it would have to wait since I would be out of town that weekend on business affairs (We all know that's a lie and it's just a matter of all the other plates I was spinning).
Over the course of the weekend, 2 of my 3 main plates drop out of the picture and Mai is called upon from the bench. We talk on the phone to settle a date for a Sunday. Date #2: Pool.
Who is this person? She's not the same person from Date #1. She seemed happy to see me again, to be around me. But I wasn't going to let up, neg-hits, C&F, and this time, I added beer to the arsenal. This wasn't about getting a lay now (will explain in a second)... it was about restoring my pride and laying down the law as a MAN.
You see, I was caught off-guard in her emails and online profile. She came off as such a sweet and reserved person, so for Date #1, I had prepared mentally for that. When the barrage of put-downs came in, I wasn't ready. But OH, I was ready for #2 alright. Bring it on, baby. I came out swinging harder than Ali. She was my third string plate and I really didn't care about her shy personality and her reserved demeanor.
I ramped up the kino, eye contact, made sure to get in close to her, talk a little more about more personal stuff but never lose my established position as a man. So far, 0 compliments, but she wouldn't stop smiling. Even after 2 weeks of barely hearing from me, this girl was into me. I gauged her interest. I stopped the date at 2 hours and she pouted, and asked if we could play a few more games. I said I could play one more and then had to go. After all, it's a Sunday and good-looking professionals like me need to get their stuff on lockdown for the work week to come, right? The date ends, and I lead her to the car. Eff it, I had a few beers and if she rejects my advance at this point... I don't lose anything. In I went... and a kiss on the lips I received. I smirked as I walked away and said "good night".
It's on.
I'll spare you the details of Dates 3 to 7, because, they went pretty much like Date #2.
And here's where the mental mistakes begin. You see, I still had the vision of her being such an innocent and sweet girl, that I couldn't possibly envision trying to ramp up the sexual factor with her. But, as I do during my work weeks, I kept visiting this site and reading the Bible and slapping myself.
I'd been lucky, over the course of two months, her IL shot up skyhigh simply because I was doing all of the right things, except one: BEING SEXUAL.
You see, I was never readily available. I didn't text all the time. Maybe one text every 3 days with something of substance to say to her. But there are days she texts me and I just look, smile, and close my cell-phone. We'd talk on the phone twice a week, MAYBE. Date once a week. I always lead the conversations, always lead the dates. I'm in CHARGE. Of course, over the last two months, I've progressed in talking to her a little more, but I went increasing the sexual tension between the both of us, innuendo, jokes, comments... she was loving it, to a point.
So... Date #8, MY PLACE. Granted, I will admit that I'm ashamed that it took me this long to get to this point, but I started off on the wrong foot and took a wrong look at her and in a different light. No, she's now just another woman to me. Is she beautiful? Yes. Did that matter? No. Was she smart? Yes. Did that make her amazing? No. Was she a female? Yes. Was that important? WELL DUH, she has the anatomical parts I oh-so-crave.
So, laying all the sweet-and-reserved BS aside, I planned to escalate. Dinner and a movie and MAYBE some sex. So I prepared myself mentally with the tools taught to me by the wonderful brothers-in-arms here at the DJ factory, and prepped mentally to: ESCALATE.
I also prepped mentally to: BE REJECTED.
"Oh, but Kailex, what kind of an attitude is that?"
You see, I could read her. She's looking at me as LTR material, and this much I knew. So I knew that the logical choice would be for her to reject me that night. I just KNEW it. But, her accepting my invitation to MY place... MY domain... MY kingdom... meant that I HAD to try something... and TRY I would. I wanted her to know that I was interested, rather than regret not trying at all. Essentially, it was a test that I would succeed at either way.
I gave her her first true compliment, and to be honest, she deserved it, she looked absolutely stunning that night. Escalate, I DID. And at first, she put up no resistance, but right at the part that I thought she would, she did. She seemed, embarassed and didn't want to say the words that she thought I'd fear her to say. She wanted to stop, I just looked at her and smiled and said absolutely nothing. I kissed her again and she told me she just wanted to take things slowly. I told her we should go out for a drink, that I knew a great place by the beach that was just a block away. She smiled, almost in relief and we headed there. Something about her, was different now. It was almost as if she was glowing, without the whole awesome sex part.
About 7 hours later, I had devoured the Book of Pook and many of the advices on this forum and began retooling my inner game and my dating game. Little did I know that many of the plates that I had considered at one time to be my A-plates, would eventually fizzle into nothingness.
Enter, my current battle with an impending oneitis. I'm not saying that it WILL happen, just saying that I could. And as such, is the purpose of this journal. It's hard to believe that just two months ago, I was average 3 dates per week with different plates (Thank you Rollo) and doing quite well, shifting attentions, not becoming too attached. I did post a while back about one girl that I seemed to "like" more than the others, but it was just temporary and she promptly vanished from my life... or rather, I sent her into the NEXT-zone (Our version of Superman's Phantom Zone).
And yet, ever since the beginning of January, there was this one plate: We shall call her Mai.
You see, my story begins two months ago with her, because she was the inevitable internet hook-up. Amongst the myriad of sarges, social circle hook-ups and online dating "dates", Mai was... "different". Following YourRoyalFlyness' tips on the precise timing/method of going from online to phone to dates, I was able to get her number within 3 emails, and set up a date within the next two days.
I'll classify her an HB8, just because... she's not the usual for me. Others might classify her a little lower/higher, but that's not the point. You see, my first date with Mai was... ROUGH. I did the standard 2 hours and we chose bowling/drinks for the first date. Yes, she was very nice to look at, but she could NOT stop ragging on about my clothes, specifically, my shoes. I had worn some nice Ecko shoes, because I KNEW that we'd just be switching them for bowling shoes anyway. But, apparently they were not to her liking... or so I thought.
One out of the two hours was like this, and I KNEW that the way to counteract this was with neg-hits of my own, some C&F and to not react. I held my ground pretty well, but it left a sour taste in my mouth. By the end of the date, I could have cared less to try to kiss her. So off I went with an awkward hug and kiss on the cheek. I figured... this is a plate to drop.
I kept dating others, and 3 days went by, Mai sent me an email, thanking her for having such a great time and that we needed to do it again soon.
WHAT? Was this girl on the same date I was? I had a horrible time. How could she have had a great time? Reluctantly, I answered her email from my job and told her I had a good time as well. That was that. I figured, just another plate in the backburner... just in case, right?
A week goes by, I don't email her back. She emails me saying that she is sorry that it doesn't seem to be working out between us since I haven't emailed her (she had emailed me back again). I read that, and ALMOST felt like a douche. Honestly, it was a mixture of being busy and not really caring. Why would I want to subject myself to that again?
BUT, it's a plate. So I emailed her back, and without apologizing, I told her I had been busy, but I wanted to meet up with her again. Unfortunately, it would have to wait since I would be out of town that weekend on business affairs (We all know that's a lie and it's just a matter of all the other plates I was spinning).
Over the course of the weekend, 2 of my 3 main plates drop out of the picture and Mai is called upon from the bench. We talk on the phone to settle a date for a Sunday. Date #2: Pool.
Who is this person? She's not the same person from Date #1. She seemed happy to see me again, to be around me. But I wasn't going to let up, neg-hits, C&F, and this time, I added beer to the arsenal. This wasn't about getting a lay now (will explain in a second)... it was about restoring my pride and laying down the law as a MAN.
You see, I was caught off-guard in her emails and online profile. She came off as such a sweet and reserved person, so for Date #1, I had prepared mentally for that. When the barrage of put-downs came in, I wasn't ready. But OH, I was ready for #2 alright. Bring it on, baby. I came out swinging harder than Ali. She was my third string plate and I really didn't care about her shy personality and her reserved demeanor.
I ramped up the kino, eye contact, made sure to get in close to her, talk a little more about more personal stuff but never lose my established position as a man. So far, 0 compliments, but she wouldn't stop smiling. Even after 2 weeks of barely hearing from me, this girl was into me. I gauged her interest. I stopped the date at 2 hours and she pouted, and asked if we could play a few more games. I said I could play one more and then had to go. After all, it's a Sunday and good-looking professionals like me need to get their stuff on lockdown for the work week to come, right? The date ends, and I lead her to the car. Eff it, I had a few beers and if she rejects my advance at this point... I don't lose anything. In I went... and a kiss on the lips I received. I smirked as I walked away and said "good night".
It's on.
I'll spare you the details of Dates 3 to 7, because, they went pretty much like Date #2.
And here's where the mental mistakes begin. You see, I still had the vision of her being such an innocent and sweet girl, that I couldn't possibly envision trying to ramp up the sexual factor with her. But, as I do during my work weeks, I kept visiting this site and reading the Bible and slapping myself.
I'd been lucky, over the course of two months, her IL shot up skyhigh simply because I was doing all of the right things, except one: BEING SEXUAL.
You see, I was never readily available. I didn't text all the time. Maybe one text every 3 days with something of substance to say to her. But there are days she texts me and I just look, smile, and close my cell-phone. We'd talk on the phone twice a week, MAYBE. Date once a week. I always lead the conversations, always lead the dates. I'm in CHARGE. Of course, over the last two months, I've progressed in talking to her a little more, but I went increasing the sexual tension between the both of us, innuendo, jokes, comments... she was loving it, to a point.
So... Date #8, MY PLACE. Granted, I will admit that I'm ashamed that it took me this long to get to this point, but I started off on the wrong foot and took a wrong look at her and in a different light. No, she's now just another woman to me. Is she beautiful? Yes. Did that matter? No. Was she smart? Yes. Did that make her amazing? No. Was she a female? Yes. Was that important? WELL DUH, she has the anatomical parts I oh-so-crave.
So, laying all the sweet-and-reserved BS aside, I planned to escalate. Dinner and a movie and MAYBE some sex. So I prepared myself mentally with the tools taught to me by the wonderful brothers-in-arms here at the DJ factory, and prepped mentally to: ESCALATE.
I also prepped mentally to: BE REJECTED.
"Oh, but Kailex, what kind of an attitude is that?"
You see, I could read her. She's looking at me as LTR material, and this much I knew. So I knew that the logical choice would be for her to reject me that night. I just KNEW it. But, her accepting my invitation to MY place... MY domain... MY kingdom... meant that I HAD to try something... and TRY I would. I wanted her to know that I was interested, rather than regret not trying at all. Essentially, it was a test that I would succeed at either way.
I gave her her first true compliment, and to be honest, she deserved it, she looked absolutely stunning that night. Escalate, I DID. And at first, she put up no resistance, but right at the part that I thought she would, she did. She seemed, embarassed and didn't want to say the words that she thought I'd fear her to say. She wanted to stop, I just looked at her and smiled and said absolutely nothing. I kissed her again and she told me she just wanted to take things slowly. I told her we should go out for a drink, that I knew a great place by the beach that was just a block away. She smiled, almost in relief and we headed there. Something about her, was different now. It was almost as if she was glowing, without the whole awesome sex part.