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Don Juan
- Joined
- Sep 30, 2018
- Messages
- 44
- Reaction score
- 13
- Age
- 41
Part 1 of 3:
I’m 35 years old. Prior to a few months ago had never dated before, and I’m still a virgin. I’ve avoided dating because I’m physically debilitated with arthritis, as a result of which I’m marginally employed in a call center, live with my father, have no social life and few hobbies, and have been depressed for years. The arthritis destroyed my confidence and I’ve felt too dissatisfied with my dating options to try at all. I never studied game or got any practice applying it, and as result, when an opportunity unexpectedly presented itself recently, I made a huge beta idiot of myself due my lack of understanding.
This year, I started at a new call center, where I met a woman named Sarah, an absolute wet dream of a MILF whose job was to assist in the training of new agents. She’s 40, a single mother, very attractive, sexy, and intelligent, and a gifted conversationalist with an absolutely wicked wit. She is very sexually experienced and has led an interesting and varied life. She was also the best agent we had, and everyone, including management, revered her for her job skills.
From the start, she was strangely affectionate toward me. After a few weeks, she progressed to being flirtatious, and then overtly sexual. I’d be on a call struggling to get the hang of things, and she’d be telling me the things she wanted to do to me while helping me. My response was to ignore her and shut her down, not because I didn’t like her, but because I was intimidated, knowing she was smarter and wittier than me to the point of being out of my league. I also thought she was just messing with me for amusement and didn’t think she could possibly ey seriously interested. But in secret I was always very attracted to her, and over the course of a few months, developed a huge crush. Although I started by acting truly annoyed by her behavior, as I got more comfortable with her, I unknowingly began using “amused mastery” to shoot her down. I would even go home and prepare clever replies to deflect her advances. I got her good with some of these things, and it just egged her on.
I eventually graduated from training and was separated from her. From then on I saw her only in the break room, where I would completely and utterly ignore her unless she approached me and initiated conversation. One day she noticed that I was on Facebook and asked why I hadn’t sent her a friend request yet. I told her I wasn’t sending her a friend request, and that she had to send me one. She said it was against the rules for her to send me one, so I said “oh well” and went back to what I was doing.
That night, she sent me a friend request and came on to me hard. It was surreal. She said she was very attracted to me and and that the fact that I ignored her drove her crazy and made her desperate for my attention. She had been single and celebate for several years. She didn’t say exactly what she wanted with me, but her messages were replete with sexual innuendo. As usual, I shot her down, insisted that we were not a good match, and explained the circumstance of my life that make me feel unable to date. The only real reason I didn’t want to get together with her was that I knew I wasn’t on her level and that she’d lose interest if she actually spent time with me. During that conversation, I did admit that I was attracted to her. We kept talking over the next two weeks, and against my judgment I agreed to go out with her.
Over six weeks, we hung out alone on a total of five occasions. We made mostly polite conversation and talked as if we were friends. We never kissed or escalated physically in any way. She always dominated the conversation, and I would find ways to chime in by showing interest in what she was saying and asking questions to keep her going. After an awkward first date, we ended up back at her place drunk, and she invited me into her bedroom to smoke weed; she was laying in her bed, and I was sitting in a chair next to her, and she invited me to come lay on her bed with her. I said “nah I’m good sleeping in this chair” and pretended to pass out (I still don’t know whether she was trying to **** or just offering me a more comfortable place to sleep). With few exceptions, there was rarely any romantic or sexual undertones to any of our interaction when we were on dates. I didn’t know how to flirt with her, and she didn’t flirt with me even though she knew how.
I’m 35 years old. Prior to a few months ago had never dated before, and I’m still a virgin. I’ve avoided dating because I’m physically debilitated with arthritis, as a result of which I’m marginally employed in a call center, live with my father, have no social life and few hobbies, and have been depressed for years. The arthritis destroyed my confidence and I’ve felt too dissatisfied with my dating options to try at all. I never studied game or got any practice applying it, and as result, when an opportunity unexpectedly presented itself recently, I made a huge beta idiot of myself due my lack of understanding.
This year, I started at a new call center, where I met a woman named Sarah, an absolute wet dream of a MILF whose job was to assist in the training of new agents. She’s 40, a single mother, very attractive, sexy, and intelligent, and a gifted conversationalist with an absolutely wicked wit. She is very sexually experienced and has led an interesting and varied life. She was also the best agent we had, and everyone, including management, revered her for her job skills.
From the start, she was strangely affectionate toward me. After a few weeks, she progressed to being flirtatious, and then overtly sexual. I’d be on a call struggling to get the hang of things, and she’d be telling me the things she wanted to do to me while helping me. My response was to ignore her and shut her down, not because I didn’t like her, but because I was intimidated, knowing she was smarter and wittier than me to the point of being out of my league. I also thought she was just messing with me for amusement and didn’t think she could possibly ey seriously interested. But in secret I was always very attracted to her, and over the course of a few months, developed a huge crush. Although I started by acting truly annoyed by her behavior, as I got more comfortable with her, I unknowingly began using “amused mastery” to shoot her down. I would even go home and prepare clever replies to deflect her advances. I got her good with some of these things, and it just egged her on.
I eventually graduated from training and was separated from her. From then on I saw her only in the break room, where I would completely and utterly ignore her unless she approached me and initiated conversation. One day she noticed that I was on Facebook and asked why I hadn’t sent her a friend request yet. I told her I wasn’t sending her a friend request, and that she had to send me one. She said it was against the rules for her to send me one, so I said “oh well” and went back to what I was doing.
That night, she sent me a friend request and came on to me hard. It was surreal. She said she was very attracted to me and and that the fact that I ignored her drove her crazy and made her desperate for my attention. She had been single and celebate for several years. She didn’t say exactly what she wanted with me, but her messages were replete with sexual innuendo. As usual, I shot her down, insisted that we were not a good match, and explained the circumstance of my life that make me feel unable to date. The only real reason I didn’t want to get together with her was that I knew I wasn’t on her level and that she’d lose interest if she actually spent time with me. During that conversation, I did admit that I was attracted to her. We kept talking over the next two weeks, and against my judgment I agreed to go out with her.
Over six weeks, we hung out alone on a total of five occasions. We made mostly polite conversation and talked as if we were friends. We never kissed or escalated physically in any way. She always dominated the conversation, and I would find ways to chime in by showing interest in what she was saying and asking questions to keep her going. After an awkward first date, we ended up back at her place drunk, and she invited me into her bedroom to smoke weed; she was laying in her bed, and I was sitting in a chair next to her, and she invited me to come lay on her bed with her. I said “nah I’m good sleeping in this chair” and pretended to pass out (I still don’t know whether she was trying to **** or just offering me a more comfortable place to sleep). With few exceptions, there was rarely any romantic or sexual undertones to any of our interaction when we were on dates. I didn’t know how to flirt with her, and she didn’t flirt with me even though she knew how.