Seddit, I decided to stop posting under my old name and created this alternate account so that my exploits won't be as easily traced back to me.

Some background: I'm 26, 5'7", skinny, with hair that's just starting to thin out. I live and work at my mom's house in the suburbs, at least until job prospects pick up. I got out of a 3 year-relationship back in college, and the ensuing frustration led me to start reading books and watching videos on pick-up, but lately I've been on a bit of an anti-PUA bender. I recently read "60 Years of Challenge" by "60" and "Intimate Connections" by David D. Burns, and it's allowed me to stop worrying and just accept that some girls will be into me and some girls won't no matter how much effort I put into pick-up. As you read the following story, remember that I'd been through a 2 year dry spell. I hadn't had sex since the Bush Administration.

So on New Year's Eve: I wasn't sure if I even wanted to go out because I'd had a bad experience where a girl had abandoned me on NYE, and I hated seeing all those people sloppily making out with each other in the bar while I was standing around on my own. I read about a masquerade party in the city, so I got dressed up in a sweater & jeans with a nice pea coat, and I took along a cheap pair of sunglasses with a pattern on the lenses that looks like checkered cloth (since I couldn't find a mask, it was the best I could do to hide part of my face).

I roll in and walk through the bar, and not that many people are wearing masks. I was hoping it would be more like Eyes Wide Shut! I walk around a bit to scope out the venue, then as I head back towards the front door, I see this girl dressed up like Marie Antoinette. I compliment her on her 18th century wig, and she seems genuinely flattered, and held out her hand. So I grab it, and then sort of play around with the idea that I'm supposed to be chivalrous, so I kind of bow, etc. I chit chat with her for a few seconds and half expect her to walk away, but she stays with me! She's with a friend who looks a lot homelier than her, but as I take a closer look at Marie (let's call her that for the sake of protecting her anonymity), I see that she's got a really pretty face!

It's really loud in this club, so I'm constantly touching her back, or we're walking off to dance and grind - it's really funny trying to grind with her enormous dress pushing out. When midnight comes, she gives me a strong kiss on the lips, and I also kiss her homely friend on the cheeks out of sympathy. Every once in a while we walk out so she can have a cigarette, and she tells me stuff like, "I can't quite figure you out." Admittedly, she had been doing most of the talking. She's fairly tipsy, and being really flirty, telling me that I'm cute and giving me the "fuck me" eyes, but I don't push it too far because she's with a friend. So I get her number, give her a little goodnight kiss, and head off into the night.

The next day, Saturday: I texted her around 2 PM to see if she was still into me.

Me: Are you training for a marathon? Because you've been running through my mind ALL DAY!

Her: Have you been using windex on your pants? Because I can SEE MYSELF in them!

And so on and so forth, texts continue back and forth, and then I decide to call her, and we talk for a couple hours on the phone. She's basically trying to tell me her life story, but I'm trying to hold back info because I want to see her in person rather than talk on the phone. She agrees to sushi for the following Friday.

Sunday: We exchange e-mail addresses, and she asks me to send her an "erotic e-mail." In response she sends me <<photo removed>> of herself, and it drives me crazy! I forgot how hot she was! So we talk a few more hours on the phone and she agrees to visit on Monday. All night I can't sleep, I just lay in bed and fantasize nervously.

Monday: She can't make it because she's dead tired, and I understand. We talk for a few more hours, and I begin to realize that she has a ton of baggage.

Tuesday: We talk some more, and she decides she wants to see me Wednesday.

Wednesday: She drives to my place, and I take her upstairs to my bedroom. Mind you, we'd been having some fairly racy dialogue up to this point, so sex felt to me like an inevitability. I thought we could "work up an appetite" for sushi. She seemed a bit nervous, so I said, "just relax, take your coat off." We made out for a bit, and I tried to take my shirt off, and that's when she started crying.

I put my shirt back on and consoled her, and she said stuff like, "We were about to have sex, and there's still so much you don't know about me." And so she told me about how she lied about her age to me (she was 31, not 27 like she claimed) and all this stuff about how she doesn't do one-night-stands, etc. After a half hour of talking, I said, "You wanna get sushi?" She said, "No, I'm too nervous to be hungry, but I would appreciate some wine to loosen up." So I got some wine, we talked a bit more, then things got more flirty and well... you can figure out the rest. She said that she'd never had sex with a guy who had a hair on his chest before, and I was shocked. I couldn't believe that she was 31, because her body was ridiculously smooth. So after a whole lot of fooling around, we kissed and she took off.

Thursday: I sent her an e-mail saying that I enjoyed the night and still looked forward to sushi on Friday. She said that she had a good time too and was still on for dinner.

Friday: She tells me that she doesn't want a relationship, has too much baggage, and I agree, but I still want to see her again.

So, there you have it, Seddit. I still want to see her again, even if we don't have sex a second time, but I appreciate the week-long fling for what it was. Thank you Seddit, for pointing me to "Intimate Connections" for helping me overcome some of my insecurities.

EDIT: I have decided to remove the photo due to ethical concerns brought up by several people on Reddit (and my own conscience). By posting her photo I have objectified her more than if I had called her an HB9. I think someone once said that men get into the seduction community to get validation from women, and stay in it to get validation from other men. I am guilty of using cheap means of seeking validation. For those of you visiting in the future, I apologize that you don't get to see this eye candy, but take solace in the fact that the internet is full of pictures of hot women.