A'right, so as you can see this is my first post on this forum. I'm gonna try to not make it tediously long . Feel free to skip the next paragraph if you're not interested in general details (which may help with the reply).
Intro:
Ok so, I'm a 21yo guy who is not a complete failure when it comes to women. I've read some books, watched some vids and I've been pretty successful at applying the stuff I've learned. Made some decent progress over the years.
I still "suck" in some departments, but I'm pretty proud of the fact that I've reached a point in my life where I gladly accept rejection (and not take it personally) as opposed to not taking action at all. I'd take a Yes/No over What Ifs any time, any day.
Situation I need advice with:
I could write this in 300 lines, but since probably no one has the patience to read that I'll try to make it as short as possible while including important details. So yeah, here we go:
Last weekend was my roommates' girlfriend's (R) birthday. I knew everyone who was gonna show up. Few common friends and R's roommate (a small chubby weird and antisocial thing). Every other girl was bringing her bf and they really weren't "all that" anyway. Considering we bought the food and drinks already I decide to leave my wallet at home. No use carrying the damn thing since the chances of me using the condom inside were basically 0 that night.
Anyway, we get there a bit early and I have a few beers with my roommate while R was doing...something. Don't really know what. My mentality at this point is "**** it, I'm not getting laid so I may as well get face-planted tonight. I passed all my finals after all just one day ago". Guests eventually start showing up and I'm spending all my time having a great time with them and sucking on the drinks in my hand. Few hours later this absolute beauty shows up to the party. I was confused as fck as to who the hell this is. Admittedly I already had my premium beer goggles on, but not even a severe case of that can turn the creature R calls a roommate...into this!
Well,turns out the creature moved out about 1 month ago and L is the new roommate. God..how did I not know this.
I spent the next several hours doing mainly 2 things. One - very good, the other - very bad. As soon as she walked in I already started working on physical escalation. We all know how important that is. If she's not comfortable with light touching, she's not comfortable with the heavy touching I was already imagining. That's the good. The bad is, for some reason I was still continuing sucking drinks like a vaccum. I should've stop that exact moment...but I didn't.
Read from here if you're lazy:
Anyway, fastforward a bit and almost everyone leaves. My roommate, his girl, me and L are all that's left. My bro signals me that he's taking his girl back to our place, so I have at least a few hours to kill before going home, as any good roommate would do. They leave and now I'm all alone with L. I continue to escalate, joke, tease, tell her how she's trying to take advantage of a drunk me and that she has to wine and dine me, otherwise I don't put out. All this works like a charm and a few minutes later we're in bed together. I start massaging her back, she loves it, invites me to take her top off and also use the cream over there. I do just that, and continue to escalate. Light kisses all the way to a full-out make-out. At this point, as I like to be prepared, I start searching for my wallet and the holy condom inside. Except...I'm drunk and completely oblivious to the fact that I left it at home. Remembering this fact completely killed it for me. And this is when it starts going downhill. I've managed to successfully ****-block myself in a superb fashion. Things come to a plateau really fast and I literally have no clue how to handle the situation.
It started feeling awkward for me, and I assume for her as well, as a result. Minutes later mixed signals appear. She puts her top back on (bad), but lands her head on my chest (good). Remarks how hard my heart is pounding (which it was because I was mad as fck). She's talking in an affectionate voice(good) but suggests going to sleep(bad). I'm steaming at this point. Meanwhile I was playing around with her body. Pretty much pouring salt all over my wound. "See these beautiful naked breasts in your hands? You could've enjoyed these tonight, idiot!" was what I was telling myself. She only 'protested' when I was about to slide my hand down her pants, jokingly referencing me by saying "Wine first, hihi".
So yeah, we go to sleep, wake up next morning and I'm still getting mixed signals. Admittedly I'm expecting them so I may be misinterpreting. She's just as gorgeous without the beer-goggles which makes me both happy and sad at the same time.Also she is the kind of person who loves to not wake up in the morning so communication is not effective.Getting her phone number seemed very stupid, especially after the night before. I left about 30 minutes later. She walks me to the door, smiling. Gives me a hug ,I kiss her and leave.
That's it:
Aaand...that's it. I need some advice here. First off, what's your thought on this? How bad did I fck up? is it bad bad or horribly bad? Whichever the case I wanna take a shot at this. Except I don't know how.
Don't have her number and I don't wanna ask her roommate for it because it's lame as fck.
Second option is to look her up on facebook, which is almost as lame.
Third, best case scenario and literally 100% impractical is hoping to randomly bump into her. Face to face conversation would be the easiest way to patch this up and set up a day2. But it's obviously very impractical.
I also can't casually walk over to their place for no reason. That would be painfully obvious.
So yeah, thanks for reading this tediously long post about me absolutely ****-blocking myself. Now, after you're done laughing your ass off, please consider leaving some advice .
Intro:
Ok so, I'm a 21yo guy who is not a complete failure when it comes to women. I've read some books, watched some vids and I've been pretty successful at applying the stuff I've learned. Made some decent progress over the years.
I still "suck" in some departments, but I'm pretty proud of the fact that I've reached a point in my life where I gladly accept rejection (and not take it personally) as opposed to not taking action at all. I'd take a Yes/No over What Ifs any time, any day.
Situation I need advice with:
I could write this in 300 lines, but since probably no one has the patience to read that I'll try to make it as short as possible while including important details. So yeah, here we go:
Last weekend was my roommates' girlfriend's (R) birthday. I knew everyone who was gonna show up. Few common friends and R's roommate (a small chubby weird and antisocial thing). Every other girl was bringing her bf and they really weren't "all that" anyway. Considering we bought the food and drinks already I decide to leave my wallet at home. No use carrying the damn thing since the chances of me using the condom inside were basically 0 that night.
Anyway, we get there a bit early and I have a few beers with my roommate while R was doing...something. Don't really know what. My mentality at this point is "**** it, I'm not getting laid so I may as well get face-planted tonight. I passed all my finals after all just one day ago". Guests eventually start showing up and I'm spending all my time having a great time with them and sucking on the drinks in my hand. Few hours later this absolute beauty shows up to the party. I was confused as fck as to who the hell this is. Admittedly I already had my premium beer goggles on, but not even a severe case of that can turn the creature R calls a roommate...into this!
Well,turns out the creature moved out about 1 month ago and L is the new roommate. God..how did I not know this.
I spent the next several hours doing mainly 2 things. One - very good, the other - very bad. As soon as she walked in I already started working on physical escalation. We all know how important that is. If she's not comfortable with light touching, she's not comfortable with the heavy touching I was already imagining. That's the good. The bad is, for some reason I was still continuing sucking drinks like a vaccum. I should've stop that exact moment...but I didn't.
Read from here if you're lazy:
Anyway, fastforward a bit and almost everyone leaves. My roommate, his girl, me and L are all that's left. My bro signals me that he's taking his girl back to our place, so I have at least a few hours to kill before going home, as any good roommate would do. They leave and now I'm all alone with L. I continue to escalate, joke, tease, tell her how she's trying to take advantage of a drunk me and that she has to wine and dine me, otherwise I don't put out. All this works like a charm and a few minutes later we're in bed together. I start massaging her back, she loves it, invites me to take her top off and also use the cream over there. I do just that, and continue to escalate. Light kisses all the way to a full-out make-out. At this point, as I like to be prepared, I start searching for my wallet and the holy condom inside. Except...I'm drunk and completely oblivious to the fact that I left it at home. Remembering this fact completely killed it for me. And this is when it starts going downhill. I've managed to successfully ****-block myself in a superb fashion. Things come to a plateau really fast and I literally have no clue how to handle the situation.
It started feeling awkward for me, and I assume for her as well, as a result. Minutes later mixed signals appear. She puts her top back on (bad), but lands her head on my chest (good). Remarks how hard my heart is pounding (which it was because I was mad as fck). She's talking in an affectionate voice(good) but suggests going to sleep(bad). I'm steaming at this point. Meanwhile I was playing around with her body. Pretty much pouring salt all over my wound. "See these beautiful naked breasts in your hands? You could've enjoyed these tonight, idiot!" was what I was telling myself. She only 'protested' when I was about to slide my hand down her pants, jokingly referencing me by saying "Wine first, hihi".
So yeah, we go to sleep, wake up next morning and I'm still getting mixed signals. Admittedly I'm expecting them so I may be misinterpreting. She's just as gorgeous without the beer-goggles which makes me both happy and sad at the same time.Also she is the kind of person who loves to not wake up in the morning so communication is not effective.Getting her phone number seemed very stupid, especially after the night before. I left about 30 minutes later. She walks me to the door, smiling. Gives me a hug ,I kiss her and leave.
That's it:
Aaand...that's it. I need some advice here. First off, what's your thought on this? How bad did I fck up? is it bad bad or horribly bad? Whichever the case I wanna take a shot at this. Except I don't know how.
Don't have her number and I don't wanna ask her roommate for it because it's lame as fck.
Second option is to look her up on facebook, which is almost as lame.
Third, best case scenario and literally 100% impractical is hoping to randomly bump into her. Face to face conversation would be the easiest way to patch this up and set up a day2. But it's obviously very impractical.
I also can't casually walk over to their place for no reason. That would be painfully obvious.
So yeah, thanks for reading this tediously long post about me absolutely ****-blocking myself. Now, after you're done laughing your ass off, please consider leaving some advice .