I admit it. I’m socially silly. I can’t tell if women are into me. Once, I was even approached by at female TV star. She put her hand on mine. I didn’t close the deal. I should have.
Last year at this time, I was in the coffee bean. It was a rainy day. And I couldn’t find a place to sit. In the background, I hear some woman say, “you can sit with me.” Admittedly, I was wearing a hat that made me look like a male homosexual. I know this because every time I wear it, people tell me I look gay.
She was gorgeous. And she probably thought I was gay. (I never asked her – yet.)
Anyway. We talk for hours. Giggle at stupid stuff. I find out she’s a model and an actress. And I’m like “I’m going to get her number. I’m going to get her number.”
My heart was in my throat. And I didn’t ask for her number. Wimpy, right? Well – at least I asked for her email. That’s something. And it took balls. I wasn’t ready for this type of approach.
She gives me her email. I find her a few days later on Facebook and “friend” her.
Then I email and ask her to breakfast. She accepts. Says she was saving some news clippings that might be interesting to me… Saving newspapers? Now I’m in love. Talk about AFC behavior. (I didn’t know what I was doing.)
We eat breakfast. Not sure what we talk about. Don’t remember. I walk her home. And we lose touch for eight months, with maybe the occasional email or two. I ask her out for drinks. But nothing. Obviously, she’s just not that into me, right?
I forget about her.
Then a few months back (about 8 months since our breakfast), I ask her out for another breakfast.
“Let’s catch up?” She accepts. We meet. More of the same. Great conversation – but I’m clueless – can there be more?
After that, she gives me her number. Tells me to call her sometime. I don’t.
Instead I email and ask her out for drinks. We firm up a time, but it’s on my birthday weekend. So we settle on Sunday.
I wake up Sunday and I’m so hung over, I can’t possibly carry on a conversation. So I text her. “Let’s see a movie.”
She accepts.
We go see a movie. I pick her up. My head is pounding. I have horrible energy. There is no way I can get drinks after the movie. So I take her home. Give her a peck on the lips. Nothing romantic. Just friendly… Maybe. Maybe she just wants to be friends? Shit – I blew it!
Anyway, she walks into her apartment. I go home. Thinking she just LJBF’ed me.
Later in the week I ask her out to a show via email. A concert. She responds. Says she is busy. Then nothing… No indication she would like to plan something else instead. Yep. I have been LJBF’ed.
Oh well.
Over the next few weeks I start listening to the Mystery Method and reread The Game. The big point I got from it all is to NEVER make one girl more important than the others. Get her to qualify herself to you. And also, fill up your calender with other dates.
So I sign up for Match. I reach out to a few women. Probably 30 women for every one date. So I fill up my week with a few women. I lay down 200 dollars total. By the second or third date, I stopped caring about the outcome. Seriously.
And just when I was feeling the most confident – I reached out to the coffee shop girl. Called her. First time phone call.
“Do you want to grab drinks?”
“Yes.”
“Great. How is Sunday?”
“Perfect.”
We meet. We have drinks. We have a few laughs. She mentions “The Notebook.” It’s a movie I haven’t seen. She can’t believe this. So I tell her she should invite me over to watch it.
She does. And she chooses next Friday.
I’ve been in business long enough to know that one should never sell past the sale. So when she closed me, and sent me an email reminder (on the spot from her phone) and told me to be there at 7PM sharp – My next objective was to get out!
So I walked her home. Had a friendly kiss and said goodnight.
I’ll keep you posted…