Right. 25. Got out of a 5 year relationship with a german gal. After years of communcation and intimacy, I'm good in bed. But on the dating scene, I'm catching up. Start opening (thanks seddit), and getting decent.

Start dating a hot-yoga instructor, she's cute, goes out of her way to tell me she also dates women, likes science fiction. First date, well enough. Dinner at hip little underground cafe.

Second date, sushi. I pick up the bill, we go to her place. She lives with some cool folks, shows me her room. I show her some music I made, she's into it.

I'm not escalating properly. At all. I've read the diCarlo escalation ladder, nothing. I'm friend-zoning myself. Why should this be different than the ex-wife? She's drops a lot of hints, I tell her if she's wondering why I haven't made a move, I'm just a gentleman. I'm confident enough might as well own my pansiness until I get sorted out.

Third date. Out to a cool cafe and sandwich place, I bring over some dvd's of 'rare and unseen short films'. We have tea. She's making most of the advances on the couch. Mine are feeble. She hints she's getting bored. Make-out.

I give my balls a tug and propose chinese food, wine, and a zombie movie. This will be my time. She says another man has just swept her off her feet. Shit.

Learned something. Collect and more forward. I'm making it a habit to pussy check myself everytime I look in the mirror. Must maintain ballsiness at all times. Don't let this happen to you.