Girl Wants F Close in 15 Seconds!

[mix_master]

On Friday night, I went out again. Again, this is a bit unusual for me, since I have not been going out recently. This time, a friend and I meet up with our new "crew" which is composed mainly of rock n roll party girls.

This is a valuable social circle for me, so I get a little anxious about maintaining it, showing value in it, bringing value to it, etc. The pros are clear: plenty of pretty girls, and lots of chodey, indie rock guys who will talk their ear off, but not date them or sex them. The cons are equally clear: the girls (and guys) talk about ditzy, superficial things: bugs, clothes, just trivial b.s. that can get quickly boring but which occupies many hours of their time.

Tall Blonde Party Girl Opens Me:
1. Just as I am arriving at the venue, I see a blonde seated at a table, who is eyeing me as I am walking down the aisle. She has a strange, glazed, open mouthed, slight smile.
"I know you," she says (the universal, generic opener). "You're Howie."
me: "no I'm not."
her: "yes you are."
me: "where do we know each other from." (she's cute enough for me to stay: I like tall blondes with curves).
her: "city x"
me: what were we doing together."
her: "we were blowing each other," she whispers this and leans in to be discrete.
me: "what?!?" I'm in semi-disbelief that she would be so bold fifteen seconds into a conversation.
her: "we were f*cking each other," she says a little louder.
me: what the?!?
her: she holds both hands hard, and shoves me as hard as she can in the chest, nearly knocking me over. Conversation over, or so I tell myself.
--
Actually, she re-approaches me later on in the patio area. She stands next to me talking to a group. The groups seems reluctant to talk back to her.
She turns over her should and says blah blah blah.
me: "what?"
her: she repeats herself, but it's too noisy, she gets frustrated and walks off.

***

Social Circle:
So I meet some friends outside on the patio. Lots of girls to talk to.

Blonde #1:
1. There's a girl I recognize from a previous party. I spoke to her briefly then. I say hi to her. She doesn't recognize me. "Who are you?" she says coldly. A friend has warned me that this girl is a little extreme, so I don't push the interaction at all.

Blonde #2:
2. I go to sit down. There's another tall, pretty blonde. "I don't like your sunglasses!"
me: "is that why you were staring at me?"
We start to banter a little bit, but I'm getting the impression that she is just talking so she can look at me and ogle me. She definitely wants to talk to me, but she feels a bit stifled. She talks, but it mainly consists of teasing, negs and smart alecky comments. She won't smile either.

Brunette #1:
She is extremely short. I am "competing" with a chode who will not leave her side. I find myself a bit stifled here, I must admit.

Brunette #2: Brunette #1's friend and even hotter. She comes in intermittently to talk to her girlfriend giving me an opportunity to talk to her. She also teases me:

"I wear my sunglasses at night!"

***

My friend wants to bail. I'm not opposed, as the ditzy, superficial conversations about nothing are wearing me out and I cannot maintain interest. However, I realize later that I should've stayed anyway, in order to capitalize on the value I built in that particular scene. Also, there were multiple opportunities to escalate kino and possibly extract. Again, I'm fearing rejection. Lesson learned--I hope.

 

[drak_ool]

your post/actions don't make any sense to me: so a gorgeous blonde opens you, giving you strong signals that she is interested, and you just split without ever going back to talk to her or get her number, at least?

 

[mix_master]

Heh, yeah, you and me both.

At the time, I was really looking forward to meeting up with my party crew, so this was a bit of a curve ball outside my expectations. Her approaching me in and of itself threw me for a slight loop.

On top of that, getting propositioned so brazenly was outside my frame of expectations as to what's normal or possible.

So yeah, just caught off guard.

And she re-approached me to try again! I still didn't take her up on her offer!

 

[drak_ool]

Mix_master, don't get me wrong, i m not advocating bagging every random girl who throws herself at you. A lot of things might be wrong with her so you wouln't want to deal with her.

I'm just saying don't frame yourself. You're creating a frame in order to control an interaction with a chick. The frame is a projection you are imposing on the girl. There's no need for you to limit yourself by creating a self-restrictive frame and refusing to step outside of it. It's like you're making your own chains, and then tying yourself in them...

Just go out with an open mind, ready to interact with any chick. If she approaches you it s fine, you can still project your frame over her. But simply giving up on the chick is not a good solution

 

[mix_master]

Now that I think about it, there were actually THREE tall beautiful blondes who opened me Friday night.

1. the girl who propositioned me for an F close as soon as I entered the bar.

2. the party blonde who was part of the rolling party crew

3. a 6' plus tall thin beautiful blonde at the bar. I stood next to her so I could order a drink.

She bumps into me: "woops." She then elbows me: "sorry!"

She snapped a photo and I looked at her, since I thought it was curious...

her: "it's a kodak moment," she explains.
me: "I've never seen anyone take a photo of themselves before!" (I don't own a modern digital cam, so I got confused about how they work).
her: "what? that's the viewfinder! I took a photo of them!" pointing to the bartenders or whoever else it was she was taking a snapshot of.

She then asks me to take a photo of herself, her dad and someone else. I tell her I usually charge somebody for that.

her: "What? Are you saying no?!?"

Anyway, too many negs and mind games. I probably should've asked her for something, or get her to jump through a hoop since she wanted me to do something for her. Maybe I should've just taken the photo, lol.

 

[Mr. Bond]

Tall Blonde Party Girl Opens Me:
1. Just as I am arriving at the venue, I see a blonde seated at a table, who is eyeing me as I am walking down the aisle. She has a strange, glazed, open mouthed, slight smile.
"I know you," she says (the universal, generic opener). "You're Howie."
me: "no I'm not."
her: "yes you are."
me: "where do we know each other from." (she's cute enough for me to stay: I like tall blondes with curves).
her: "city x"
me: what were we doing together."
her: "we were blowing each other," she whispers this and leans in to be discrete.
me: "what?!?" I'm in semi-disbelief that she would be so bold fifteen seconds into a conversation.
her: "we were f*cking each other," she says a little louder.
me: what the?!?
her: she holds both hands hard, and shoves me as hard as she can in the chest, nearly knocking me over. Conversation over, or so I tell myself.
--
Actually, she re-approaches me later on in the patio area. She stands next to me talking to a group. The groups seems reluctant to talk back to her.
She turns over her should and says blah blah blah.
me: "what?"
her: she repeats herself, but it's too noisy, she gets frustrated and walks off.

I've seen this before with another hot woman who KNOWS she's hot. Most men eat out of her hand, right? It's rare that they won't, and the guys that don't are the ones that she wants to f*ck.

So here's what she's doing. She's laying it all on the line to see just how much of a man you are. Will you be intimidated by her looks and her blatant sexuality? Will you be uncomfortable with the idea of women wanting to f*ck you? Sounds like she ran a pretty good test and you were not comfortable around her.