She Is Like A Man And Has 2 Rules

This is a FR about a 30 minute pull, but also about prizeability, and maybe not letting a girl know that she can have the dick ... because if she can have it just like that, then really aren’t I just like every other guy to her ?

Last week I was on a Day 2 at a local bar and I saw a cute girl. Perfect teeth, make-out lips, sharp green eyes and olive skin. I used to be in the bad habit of trying to “pick up” when I was on dates because I was socially proofed at the time. But it's a disgusting ego habit that I had to quit ... and luckily I did.

So when I saw this girl, I did nothing more then make a quick joke, exchange names, and get back to my date. She was sitting with a bunch of her friends and was having a good time with herself. Total face to face time: 1 minute.

Later in the week, I saw her coming out of an apartment building in my area. It was a fluke because I just came home for lunch for the day, which I never do.

We talk some more and it turns out she works at a place where I used to work, and we know some of the old people there. She tells me there is a going away party for her that night, and that I should come. We exchange numbers and she is on her way. This conversation might seem kind of chodey, but there is a lot of non verbal and triangular gazing at her lips and eyes going on here. Total face to face time: 4 minutes.

I send her a text and make a joke about how she made a good impression on me, and tell her to save my number. In the afternoon I text her and ask what time she is going to the party. She doesn’t answer any of my texts. My plan is to pull her from this party, so I call her at 6pm … usually I would not contact a girl 3 times in 1 day because it would be needy. But since she is leaving in a week, I decide it's ok.

So I call and she picks up the phone. She says she just finished work and was going to answer me. She asks if I'm coming to the party at the lounge, and I tell her maybe later. But I fall asleep, because I have been in field for about 15 days straight and I have not been sleeping very much.

I wake up. It's now 2:00 am – fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck !

I look at my phone, and I have missed texts from friends all asking if I'm going out. I also missed some texts from her.

11:00 pm “Are you coming ?”
1:15am “I'm at XXX bar.”
1:30am “I'm at XXX bar and I'm tipsy.”

Just then my phone rings. She asks what I'm doing, since my voice sounds grungy. I tell her I was sleeping. She says come and say hi, she is at a bar in the area. I say ok. She says she is with a friend. I say cool, and throw on some stupid clothes and stumble out of the house. I get to the bar, and to my surprise, her friend is a fucking guy … not only that, but they are in the middle of the bar grinding on each other ! Oh fucking joy !

I walk by and say hey to the guy and slap his hand in a friendly way. The girl doesn’t even notice me and continues to grind her ass into his cock. He’s rubbing her butt and almost her boobs. This is nasty. And now I'm just watching it. I decide not to chode out, and go say hi to a waitress I know there whom I made out with last week at my house. She is happy to see me and asks what I'm doing here. I point to the to people grinding and she is like ohhhh.

I decide to be a chump and pull up a chair right next to them and sit there until she notices me. She does and smiles. I engage the guy in some logic conversation. As I am talking to him I know what needs to happen for me to fuck this girl. But it makes me feel sick to my stomach, because I can tell he really likes her. I am feeling a conflict. Total face to face time: 12 minutes.

I text a friend about the situation … he texts back: “Total Eclipse Of The Chode.”

Right – time to get in gear.

I make a few jokes with my girl, but they blow over. She doesn’t find them funny. I ask how long they've known each other. She says 8 months. My mind starts wondering if he fucked her already, because he clearly knows why I am here. He's a guy so it's obvious. I fluff talk with them both and nothing is going smoothly. I feel so badly for the guy. I have game but I just can't destroy him. I can't do it.

Just then, I realize that that I can have high value just by sub-communicating. So I sit in my chair, lean back, smile, put my hands over my head and chill. She starts talking to me, and I start singing along with the songs in the bar. I turn the bar table into my pretend drum. She goes back to the other guy and starts shaking her tits gently and acting very flirty in his face and giving him the eye, and he gives her the eye back. I am ready to say fuck it. But then the guy walks off and she asks what I'm doing later. I say, “I'm going home with you.” She gets it.

The guy comes back and she says to him, “I'm starting to feel tired.” He looks sad.

She asks him where he is parked and if he can get home alright. He says ya, but suggests that we all go to eat. He is trying to stall. She says she is really tired. Good girl. He goes to the bathroom and we grab her jacket and run out of the fucking bar. Whooosh. Total time face to face: 25 minutes.

We are walking down the street and get to her place and I see the guy in the distance. I'm like damn, your friend is behind us and he doesn’t look happy. She says we should wait for him and walk him to the car. We wait. She asks where his car is and he says it's at the corner. She hugs him, tells him good things, kisses him on the cheek and puts her arm around him and “works him” so he doesn’t feel bad. She ask if he is too drunk to drive. He says he's ok. Bullshit, they just had 3 huge pitchers of beer. We walk him to the corner and just as he goes around I tell her she has sexy lips, then pull her in and make out with her near a fire hydrant. Yuck, she smells like garlic. Oh well.

She tries to get me to go to my house. But I convince her to go to hers. She tells me she didn’t like my text messages and that I'm conceited. I change the subject. She tells me she doesn’t want me inside because she has an air mattress. I reframe it and tell her I always wanted one when I was a kid. Blah blah blah.

We get inside and her roommate is there. It’s a fat guy. I wave hi but he doesn’t say anything back to me and just goes to his room. He must be used to this. We go in her room and fade to black ... she still smells like garlic. Total time face to face: 30 minutes.

After sex we lie there and talk about random stuff. She tells me how she loves sex. I ask her about moving back home, and if her parents are still together. She says she doesn't believe in love. I tell her I believe in love and it's not a bad thing, etc. I get the vibe that she likes to be unattached. She tells me she is like a man and has 2 rules: 1, not to fall in love, and 2, that I have to leave. I ask her if she is serious. She is, and tells me to get out. Complete role reversal. She mumbles something about her being here the rest of the week. I can't believe I am getting kicked out.

That is 2 days in a row I have been easily dismissed, and I'm not feeling like the prize. It's making me think about giving a girl sex, or the opportunity of sex, while maintaining higher value. This needs to be fixed. Maybe she would not be kicking me out if she truly had to “earn” the sex. Like not as a tactic, but really earn it. More room for me to grow. Lesson learned.