BPH
Master Don Juan
Nothing too crazy, but it looks like it's been about 2 months since I've been with somebody new, so I think this is still a quick story worth telling, while it's still fresh.
Thursday night, I head to the usual college bar with my buddy. Since I was out in Miami last weekend, I thought it might be refreshing to see some cute girls who were NOT working or sitting up in VIP. Unfortunately, it's getting to the point where I'm already seeing the same people each time I go there; the same girls, the same guys, the same friend groups. My buddy broke his dry spell a few weeks ago with this heavier girl, and I'm pretty sure she's been there with the same friends every night since.
Anyway, I'm having a good time, but it's pretty uneventful. Apparently, the upcoming weekend is Parents Weekend, so it's a bit quieter, with a few moms and dads sprinkled in the mix. But then I see this girl I had talked to before I left for Miami...
Context: The weekend before I left for Miami, I met a couple of girls, one of them being the girl in this story. It was near closing time, but we hit it off, I got her number, and we made tentative plans for that Saturday night. I texted her that day to confirm, but she didn't respond - she has read receipts on, so I know she never even read it. No big deal, I deleted the number and moved on.
So tonight I see her, she sees me, and more so, she looks happy to see me. She hugs me, and I give her some sh**, telling her that I'm surprised she's happy to see me, on account of her ghosting me. She apologizes and tells me that she likes playing hard to get, and admits to having a tendency to be "a little bit of a bit*h". I ask if she wants me to have her number, and that she can say no if she's just going to ghost me again. She laughs, puts her number into my phone, calls it, then sends me 2 texts right then and there.
I ask if she's free this weekend, and she informs me that it's Parents Weekend, and that she'll be with them the entire time. So I ask what her plans are later tonight. She tells me that she's probably just going home with her friend and going to sleep. I ask if she'd like company with that. She smiles and says, "Well, I'm not saying I wouldn't".
We sit down at one of the tables and make small talk for a bit. I don't really remember the content of that conversation. At this point, I still wasn't sure how the night was going to go - I figured she was interested, but that "I'm not saying no" comment had me feeling like it could go either way. She tells me that she thinks I'm very attractive, but isn't a big fan of PDA, so I offer the idea that we should leave for somewhere more private. Again, "I'm not saying no". My friends are sitting at a few tables away, trying to get a feel for whether they should stick around or not. She came with a friend, and that friend's boyfriend, and soon after, they made the collective decision to leave.
I still haven't been formally invited, so I don't follow - that is, until my girl walks out the door, notices I'm not there, comes back, and puts on this playful shrug as if to say "are you coming?" I tell my friends I'll figure it out if things don't go my way, and leave with her.
On the way back, we do get sidetracked, because the friend's drunken boyfriend punches a random guy in the face because that guy happened to be walking too close to his girlfriend (yeah, that's actually why he did it). So I have to intervene and de-escalate the situation. The random guy has every reason to get his lick back, but I'm just trying to prevent a fight so I can go home with this girl - and obviously, both girls are hysterical about the situation, so I have to calm everyone down. I think the only reason this worked is that I'm considerably bigger than both these guys, so I don't think they wanted to risk escalating it with me either. He was actually a really nice guy.
The drunken boyfriend storms off, his girlfriend goes after him, and I resume walking with my girl. The girlfriend and my girl get stopped AGAIN by some random friends of theirs walking the opposite way, and they briefly explain what just went down. That conversation goes on for some time, so my girl excuses us both to leave without the girlfriend.
We walked back to her place, headed upstairs, and it was pretty much on from there once I went for the kiss. We ended up having sex once, almost twice, but the condom got "gripped" off, so I just let that be the end of it. And then we just both passed out naked.
In the morning, I didn't get the greatest sleep...see, she has those little string lights all over her room, and we didn't turn them off before we passed out. Additionally, I was a little hungover, had to get up early for an appointment, and she kept pulling the blanket off me while we slept. As I'm getting dressed, we're making some small talk; she asked if I had classes today, to which I responded that I'm older, revealing that I'm 31 years old. She was surprised, but not at all disappointed, remarking that I'm "not the oldest she's been with". She gets up to kiss me goodbye, I tell her I'll text her, and she jokingly says she'll text back this time.
Since then, I've texted her that I would love to see her some more after Parents Weekend ends. She hadn't responded, but "liked" that message. We also both follow each other on Instagram now, and she watches the stuff I post.
Had a pretty fun time. She's a tall, slim, Italian-looking girl with a very small chest but a FANTASTIC a*s. We'll see what happens in the future.
I don't know if there's much to take away from this story, but I'm sure there are plenty of guys who wouldn't have even bothered talking to her again after being ghosted. I think the reason this worked was because I wasn't emotional or upset about it; rather, I made light of the situation. I also wasn't outcome dependent, because I didn't expect much of anything to happen by talking to her again, but also didn't really see any real downside.
This reminds me of some of the stuff I said in this thread: https://www.sosuave.net/forum/threads/perception-isnt-always-reality.284801/
Not everybody agreed with my approach, but I stand behind the suggestion to "Play it out. You have nothing to lose." And that instead of having an ego about the situation, I chose to get laid.
Thursday night, I head to the usual college bar with my buddy. Since I was out in Miami last weekend, I thought it might be refreshing to see some cute girls who were NOT working or sitting up in VIP. Unfortunately, it's getting to the point where I'm already seeing the same people each time I go there; the same girls, the same guys, the same friend groups. My buddy broke his dry spell a few weeks ago with this heavier girl, and I'm pretty sure she's been there with the same friends every night since.
Anyway, I'm having a good time, but it's pretty uneventful. Apparently, the upcoming weekend is Parents Weekend, so it's a bit quieter, with a few moms and dads sprinkled in the mix. But then I see this girl I had talked to before I left for Miami...
Context: The weekend before I left for Miami, I met a couple of girls, one of them being the girl in this story. It was near closing time, but we hit it off, I got her number, and we made tentative plans for that Saturday night. I texted her that day to confirm, but she didn't respond - she has read receipts on, so I know she never even read it. No big deal, I deleted the number and moved on.
So tonight I see her, she sees me, and more so, she looks happy to see me. She hugs me, and I give her some sh**, telling her that I'm surprised she's happy to see me, on account of her ghosting me. She apologizes and tells me that she likes playing hard to get, and admits to having a tendency to be "a little bit of a bit*h". I ask if she wants me to have her number, and that she can say no if she's just going to ghost me again. She laughs, puts her number into my phone, calls it, then sends me 2 texts right then and there.
I ask if she's free this weekend, and she informs me that it's Parents Weekend, and that she'll be with them the entire time. So I ask what her plans are later tonight. She tells me that she's probably just going home with her friend and going to sleep. I ask if she'd like company with that. She smiles and says, "Well, I'm not saying I wouldn't".
We sit down at one of the tables and make small talk for a bit. I don't really remember the content of that conversation. At this point, I still wasn't sure how the night was going to go - I figured she was interested, but that "I'm not saying no" comment had me feeling like it could go either way. She tells me that she thinks I'm very attractive, but isn't a big fan of PDA, so I offer the idea that we should leave for somewhere more private. Again, "I'm not saying no". My friends are sitting at a few tables away, trying to get a feel for whether they should stick around or not. She came with a friend, and that friend's boyfriend, and soon after, they made the collective decision to leave.
I still haven't been formally invited, so I don't follow - that is, until my girl walks out the door, notices I'm not there, comes back, and puts on this playful shrug as if to say "are you coming?" I tell my friends I'll figure it out if things don't go my way, and leave with her.
On the way back, we do get sidetracked, because the friend's drunken boyfriend punches a random guy in the face because that guy happened to be walking too close to his girlfriend (yeah, that's actually why he did it). So I have to intervene and de-escalate the situation. The random guy has every reason to get his lick back, but I'm just trying to prevent a fight so I can go home with this girl - and obviously, both girls are hysterical about the situation, so I have to calm everyone down. I think the only reason this worked is that I'm considerably bigger than both these guys, so I don't think they wanted to risk escalating it with me either. He was actually a really nice guy.
The drunken boyfriend storms off, his girlfriend goes after him, and I resume walking with my girl. The girlfriend and my girl get stopped AGAIN by some random friends of theirs walking the opposite way, and they briefly explain what just went down. That conversation goes on for some time, so my girl excuses us both to leave without the girlfriend.
We walked back to her place, headed upstairs, and it was pretty much on from there once I went for the kiss. We ended up having sex once, almost twice, but the condom got "gripped" off, so I just let that be the end of it. And then we just both passed out naked.
In the morning, I didn't get the greatest sleep...see, she has those little string lights all over her room, and we didn't turn them off before we passed out. Additionally, I was a little hungover, had to get up early for an appointment, and she kept pulling the blanket off me while we slept. As I'm getting dressed, we're making some small talk; she asked if I had classes today, to which I responded that I'm older, revealing that I'm 31 years old. She was surprised, but not at all disappointed, remarking that I'm "not the oldest she's been with". She gets up to kiss me goodbye, I tell her I'll text her, and she jokingly says she'll text back this time.
Since then, I've texted her that I would love to see her some more after Parents Weekend ends. She hadn't responded, but "liked" that message. We also both follow each other on Instagram now, and she watches the stuff I post.
Had a pretty fun time. She's a tall, slim, Italian-looking girl with a very small chest but a FANTASTIC a*s. We'll see what happens in the future.
I don't know if there's much to take away from this story, but I'm sure there are plenty of guys who wouldn't have even bothered talking to her again after being ghosted. I think the reason this worked was because I wasn't emotional or upset about it; rather, I made light of the situation. I also wasn't outcome dependent, because I didn't expect much of anything to happen by talking to her again, but also didn't really see any real downside.
This reminds me of some of the stuff I said in this thread: https://www.sosuave.net/forum/threads/perception-isnt-always-reality.284801/
Not everybody agreed with my approach, but I stand behind the suggestion to "Play it out. You have nothing to lose." And that instead of having an ego about the situation, I chose to get laid.
