* Confidence. Check!
* Approach. Check!
* Flirt. Check!
* Number grab.... not so much.
I promised myself to grab several numbers over the weekend and get at least one date. I did very well until the moment of truth. Five out of six women "had boyfriends." I did get one tentative day date with a 27-year-old. Not exactly what I was looking for but I have to expect some women will insist on a coffee date (I.E. interview) before going out on the town with me.
At least I know I should work getting those numbers.
Moving on, I don't know if I should call this next situation a win or a slide back into AFC-hood.
I got a call last night from Friday girl, the one that encouraged me to come back here to SS. She wanted to meet me for a drink because there was something she wanted to talk about.
I knew there was something wrong in her world but that I should NOT have a drink with her. But I did. Knowing I shouldn't. So, what the hell, DA?
I bought us a round, we chatted a bit, then went to hang out in my car. She then proceeded to unload all her problems on me, some of them pretty damn dark.
Staring miserably out the windshield, I thought, "What would the DJs at SS think about DA back in this situation?"
AFC! they would shout.
Beta! they would exclaim.
Emotional tampon, svcker, dumarse, idiot! they would call me.
I collected myself and thought about the DJ Bible and the forums. Somewhere, I can't remember where, at SS, some one asked how to turn a "friend" into a lover.
And a DJ replied, "Talk to her like a friend but touch her like a lover."
So, what the hell, I gave it a shot. While she talking, I turned and put a hand on her thigh. "You're going through a lot right now," I said in the best AFC way possible. Sliding the hand up, I touched her face with other. "I can see why you're in such a bad place."
She calmed down as I traced her face and neck with my finger tips. She tried to talk more but I turned her face to me and kissed her. We ended up making out for a good fifteen minutes.
When we came up for air, we were both in a better mood, joking, laughing. I was actually enjoying myself then.
"I know I'm good at listening. And I'm glad to help," I told her. "But I'm not giving this away for free anymore. As a man, I have needs. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"
She said she did and stated, "It's about time you just came out with it. I respect that. Keep doing this."
"Okay," I replied. "Can we make out some more?"
And we did.
I felt great driving home. I didn't go for broke because my gut told me that it would be too much, too fast. I still don't regret the night but I don't know if there was a better way to go? Should I have just left?
This is an entirely surprising situation.
* Approach. Check!
* Flirt. Check!
* Number grab.... not so much.
I promised myself to grab several numbers over the weekend and get at least one date. I did very well until the moment of truth. Five out of six women "had boyfriends." I did get one tentative day date with a 27-year-old. Not exactly what I was looking for but I have to expect some women will insist on a coffee date (I.E. interview) before going out on the town with me.
At least I know I should work getting those numbers.
Moving on, I don't know if I should call this next situation a win or a slide back into AFC-hood.
I got a call last night from Friday girl, the one that encouraged me to come back here to SS. She wanted to meet me for a drink because there was something she wanted to talk about.
I knew there was something wrong in her world but that I should NOT have a drink with her. But I did. Knowing I shouldn't. So, what the hell, DA?
I bought us a round, we chatted a bit, then went to hang out in my car. She then proceeded to unload all her problems on me, some of them pretty damn dark.
Staring miserably out the windshield, I thought, "What would the DJs at SS think about DA back in this situation?"
AFC! they would shout.
Beta! they would exclaim.
Emotional tampon, svcker, dumarse, idiot! they would call me.
I collected myself and thought about the DJ Bible and the forums. Somewhere, I can't remember where, at SS, some one asked how to turn a "friend" into a lover.
And a DJ replied, "Talk to her like a friend but touch her like a lover."
So, what the hell, I gave it a shot. While she talking, I turned and put a hand on her thigh. "You're going through a lot right now," I said in the best AFC way possible. Sliding the hand up, I touched her face with other. "I can see why you're in such a bad place."
She calmed down as I traced her face and neck with my finger tips. She tried to talk more but I turned her face to me and kissed her. We ended up making out for a good fifteen minutes.
When we came up for air, we were both in a better mood, joking, laughing. I was actually enjoying myself then.
"I know I'm good at listening. And I'm glad to help," I told her. "But I'm not giving this away for free anymore. As a man, I have needs. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"
She said she did and stated, "It's about time you just came out with it. I respect that. Keep doing this."
"Okay," I replied. "Can we make out some more?"
And we did.
I felt great driving home. I didn't go for broke because my gut told me that it would be too much, too fast. I still don't regret the night but I don't know if there was a better way to go? Should I have just left?
This is an entirely surprising situation.