OK, here's the deal:
I am 24, in university and honestly not Adonis by any stretch of the imagination. I recently took the red pill and started reading manosphere blogs like mad. Last week I tried to put what I'd read about into practice. I'll try to describe events as acurately as possible but please bear in mind that I am translating any and all conversations.
I work at a local club. I met the girl in question there while I was working. We talked a little because she didn't know anybody. This was pre-red pill. I was just being politely interested at the time because its part of the job description. I saw her again about a month later when I was at the club for a party (I knew about the existence of Game, but thought it wasn't for me). We spent some time talking, which led to dancing. At some point I dug into some unknown reserve of balls and twirled her around and pulled her in for a kiss, which worked like a charm. I didn't number close at the time.
Last week (post-red pill) I happend to find her on Facebook (via via via friends of friends) Recalling that I had enjoyed the night in the club with her I invited her along to another local club. At this point a friend was helping me unplug and I tried to keep in mind that I was the prize, that she had to enter my frame, and all the other things I had read on Rollo's and Roissy's blogs. The initial exchange went something like this:
Me: Hey, I remember having fun at [the party] and a certain promise to hang out sometime. I'm heading out to [the other club] this friday. I would like it if you joined me.
Her:Yeah, we should hang out. Do you mind if I let you know friday? I'll be sure if I can go then. Sorry for being so vague.
Me: C'mon, you know I wear glasses. I have trouble reading vague answers. Try again.
Her: OK, to answer your its-not-quite-a-question, yes I would like to come with you friday. I'll let you know if something comes up.
The rest was logistics. It was once again a very enjoyable evening. We danced, we made out and at some point I heard the Red Pill Men's Choir singing "Kill the Bunny" in the back of my head and simply invited her back to my place. She accepted, we went home, we had sex, we talked afterwards (transcript not available but we spent a lot of time laughing). I thought we were getting along, sure there were a lot of things she liked that I really wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole, but I'm not actively looking for an LTR anyway. We agreed to meet up thursday and she left around six in the morning.
This thursday I realized we hadn't actually agreed to do anything. So that evening I texted her:
Me: Hey, I just remembered we were gonna do something today. Why don't I come over and we can discuss it.
She didn't respond and I felt that trying to break into her house might come off as extremely needy. The next morning she responded:
Her: Nah, that was yesterday, I don't have any free time today. Maybe we should discuss it though. Can I call you later this afternoon?
Me: That's fine.
When she hadn't called by eight o'clock in the evening I figured she was flaking. I had plans with some friends and we headed out. Around nine the Red Pill Men's Choir in my head was starting to sing the "Spin More Plates Chorus". Around ten she sent a text:
Her: Hey, LeQuin. Sorry, I was gonna call you but I can't right now. I don't care for the commands you've been sending me. I don't want to see you again. Sorry if I've led you on.
Well. I think I spent about ten minutes feeling a little sucker-punched. I honestly didn't and still don't get where this whole thing went wrong. My first instinct is that her hypergamy found someone preferable during the week or I missed a bunch of major signs. Either way this shift came on way to fast for me. I'm trying to do some critical self-evaluation, but frankly I could seriously use some outside perspective. I thought I was being ****y & Funny and I was trying to keep my frame, but the whole thing blew up in my face anyway. I'm perfectly willing to NEXT this girl, but I would hate to not learn from my mistakes.
I am 24, in university and honestly not Adonis by any stretch of the imagination. I recently took the red pill and started reading manosphere blogs like mad. Last week I tried to put what I'd read about into practice. I'll try to describe events as acurately as possible but please bear in mind that I am translating any and all conversations.
I work at a local club. I met the girl in question there while I was working. We talked a little because she didn't know anybody. This was pre-red pill. I was just being politely interested at the time because its part of the job description. I saw her again about a month later when I was at the club for a party (I knew about the existence of Game, but thought it wasn't for me). We spent some time talking, which led to dancing. At some point I dug into some unknown reserve of balls and twirled her around and pulled her in for a kiss, which worked like a charm. I didn't number close at the time.
Last week (post-red pill) I happend to find her on Facebook (via via via friends of friends) Recalling that I had enjoyed the night in the club with her I invited her along to another local club. At this point a friend was helping me unplug and I tried to keep in mind that I was the prize, that she had to enter my frame, and all the other things I had read on Rollo's and Roissy's blogs. The initial exchange went something like this:
Me: Hey, I remember having fun at [the party] and a certain promise to hang out sometime. I'm heading out to [the other club] this friday. I would like it if you joined me.
Her:Yeah, we should hang out. Do you mind if I let you know friday? I'll be sure if I can go then. Sorry for being so vague.
Me: C'mon, you know I wear glasses. I have trouble reading vague answers. Try again.
Her: OK, to answer your its-not-quite-a-question, yes I would like to come with you friday. I'll let you know if something comes up.
The rest was logistics. It was once again a very enjoyable evening. We danced, we made out and at some point I heard the Red Pill Men's Choir singing "Kill the Bunny" in the back of my head and simply invited her back to my place. She accepted, we went home, we had sex, we talked afterwards (transcript not available but we spent a lot of time laughing). I thought we were getting along, sure there were a lot of things she liked that I really wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole, but I'm not actively looking for an LTR anyway. We agreed to meet up thursday and she left around six in the morning.
This thursday I realized we hadn't actually agreed to do anything. So that evening I texted her:
Me: Hey, I just remembered we were gonna do something today. Why don't I come over and we can discuss it.
She didn't respond and I felt that trying to break into her house might come off as extremely needy. The next morning she responded:
Her: Nah, that was yesterday, I don't have any free time today. Maybe we should discuss it though. Can I call you later this afternoon?
Me: That's fine.
When she hadn't called by eight o'clock in the evening I figured she was flaking. I had plans with some friends and we headed out. Around nine the Red Pill Men's Choir in my head was starting to sing the "Spin More Plates Chorus". Around ten she sent a text:
Her: Hey, LeQuin. Sorry, I was gonna call you but I can't right now. I don't care for the commands you've been sending me. I don't want to see you again. Sorry if I've led you on.
Well. I think I spent about ten minutes feeling a little sucker-punched. I honestly didn't and still don't get where this whole thing went wrong. My first instinct is that her hypergamy found someone preferable during the week or I missed a bunch of major signs. Either way this shift came on way to fast for me. I'm trying to do some critical self-evaluation, but frankly I could seriously use some outside perspective. I thought I was being ****y & Funny and I was trying to keep my frame, but the whole thing blew up in my face anyway. I'm perfectly willing to NEXT this girl, but I would hate to not learn from my mistakes.
