Inner game & natural game FTW!

Monday Night:

Me and my roomie had our last exam. Our ex-roomie comes over to join in the celebrations. We start drinking and debate what we’re going to do. Eventually, we just decide to go to our local bar.

At the bar, our HB8 friend works. Ex-roomie had a thing with her in the past, but no more. I don’t see her much, but I’m always inviting her over for a sesh. We grab a table and I go over to the bar where HB8 is and give her a hug.

HB8: “Hey how’s it going?”

Me: “Not too bad. Just finished exams!”

HB8: “Hey, me too!”

Me: “We should celebrate! Come over for a sesh after work!”

HB8: “You know…I should.”

Me: “You should! You’ve got nothing to do tomorrow…”

HB8: “…and I don’t have to wake up until ever.”

Me: “Aight, sounds good!”

I make my order, and then head back to my table. I spend most of the night just talking with my buddies. We stick around until the end of the night. After the owner and last customer leaves, we head over to the bar to talk to HB8 while she closes shop. She gives us free booze.

Here, I think, was the most crucial part of the night, as I maintained an alpha frame. During this period, an argument I was having with my roomie about the skin color of arabs re-erupted, which I eventually shut down by laughing my ass off at him for giving such a fuck. At some point, he challenged me to an arm wrestle and I demolished him. That and other DHVing got her looking at me with That Look, so I played a little eye-gazing while chatting her up.

She finishes cleaning up, and we head out. She’s walking beside me and my buddies lag behind a bit.

HB8: “I really really have to pee.”

Me: “Oh, damn. Really?”

HB8: “Yeah, I don’t know if I can hold it.”

Me: “Well, there’s only one thing for it. We gotta run back to my place!”

So we’re jogging down the street, distancing ourselves from my buddies, and eventually slow down and walk the rest of the way. We get to my place, and I go sit on the couch and start grinding up some weed while she goes to the washroom.

She comes out, sits on the couch next to me and puts her legs over mine. I kino a bit, then reach over her legs to pack myself a bong hit. After my toke, I turn to her, and lock one of her legs between mine. In retrospect, I didn’t do enough kino (I’m still getting the hang of it). We’re talking and I’m moving in closer. My memory is a bit fuzzy, and I either said something or went for the kiss, but she slapped me hard! Twice! She made no move to get away, but rather had a wide smile on her face. I looked at her in mock shock, then turned the other cheek and jokingly challenged her to slap me again. We get a little physical and I must have grazed her cheek harder than I meant because she started screaming that I hit her and woke up my sleeping roommates; all the meanwhile giving me this wild smile and laughing.

We calm down a bit, and roll a j. By this point, my buddies had come in and gone to my roomie’s room to chill. After rolling the j, we go down there to blaze with them to find they have already passed out. Instead we go into my room and light up.

Chilling on my bed, she notices my Wall of Mantras (little snippets of wisdom I’ve posted on my wall and meditate in front of; shit has been CRUCIAL to my inner game) and loves it. We discuss it and various other things. I tried initiating light kino, but she didn’t really reciprocate. In retrospect, I should’ve just gone in for the kiss again (especially after discussing the mantra “Assertive in action; passive in concern”) (β).

At some point, we got into another one of those playful arguments and I pushed her off my bed and lay down as if to go to sleep. She decides to leave. I tell her “Oh, don’t do this to me, HB8!” (β) and she walks out. I call her back to turn off my light, which she does. Again, here would have been another perfect opportunity to just go for it, but I didn’t (β).

Tuesday Night

The next day, I resolve not to call HB8. As luck would have it, everyone else has already gone back home, or is catching up on sleep and no one is going out. So, I give HB8 a call as a last resort. She doesn’t pick up. She sends me a text ten minutes later saying she’s working the bar again. I say everyone has flopped on me and I may head over. I head over an hour or two later.

This time, I go sit at the bar, and chat with HB8 and various patrons. Scumbag Steve and his buddies are at the bar, trying hopelessly to flirt with HB8 (“Hey, superbabe!”). I joke with HB8 about it.

Enter HB6 and Dykefriend who come to the bar to order some shots. I open them on the shot and we get chatting. HB6 is loving me and everything that’s coming out of my mouth. She’s trying to get close and initiate kino, but I hardly reciprocate, if not outright ignore it.

HB6: “So, what are you doing out tonight?”

Me: “Eh, all my friends flopped on me, so I decided to come chill with my friend, HB8.”

This thread of conversation leads me to mention HB8 a few more times and I see the jealousy FIRE UP in HB6. I quickly shift topics and we continue talking and she keeps trying to get close. She eventually puts her head on my chest and reciprocate by putting my head on hers. Her friends call her away and she pecks me on the cheek saying she’ll be right back.

Meanwhile, I find out that Scumbag Steve and his friends have dined and dashed, leaving HB8 $100 in the hole.

I turn around and start talking to some of HB6’s friends who had come to the bar to pay. HB6 comes back to the bar, and I put my arm around her. We chat a little, leaning in close and start making out. All right in front of HB8!

I figure I’m in, so I pay too and head out the bar with the group to grab a snack across the street. And then HB6’s friends completely cock-block me! The girls keep her close and freeze me out, while the fellas bid me farewell. Stupid me, I didn’t even get the HB6’s number. I shrug it off and head home.

After about half an hour sitting at home, I decide to head back to the bar and see how HB8 is doing (β). I approach the bar with a huff, probably conveying I’d been blown off (β). I invite her over again for another sesh.

HB8: “So down! We can get high and look at you wall again. It’s so inspirational!”

As she closes shop, I linger around. I try initiating kino once or twice, but she’s REALLY not feeling it. I try again on the way home.

HB8: “Stop touching me! I’m in a really bitchy mood.”

Me: “Hey, it’s understandable. You got robbed $100!”

We get home and while I’m rolling the j, we get talking about one of our common interests. She goes onto my laptop to look up something and makes a comment about the lack of clothes on the lingerie model I have as my desktop background (Question: is this a bad thing?), which I stupidly try and defend (β).

I finish rolling the j, and we head downstairs and talk and chill on my bed again. I try initiating kino a few times again, but she’s having none of it. Eventually, she breaks it down for me:

HB8: “Look, I really don’t like people touching me. The only people I let touch me are my family, boyfriends, and like, really close girl friends.”

I arch a brow at her, considering the night before, then say “OK” and shrug it off. I figure it’s best to be patient considering the night’s events. We continue talking for about an hour. At one point, this conversation goes down:

HB8: “Hey, can you do something for me?”

Me: “What?”

HB8: “Iunno, this might sound kind of weird.”

Me: “Nah, go ahead. Ask.”

HB8: “Can you take a picture of your wall, or type up what you’ve got on there and send it to me?”

Me: “Oh, I dunno about that. It’s not perfected yet.”

HB8: “Yeah, but it’s not a lot. It wouldn’t be a big deal to type it up.”

Me: “True. Iunno, we’ll see.”

Eventually she leaves for home, making sure to turn my light off for me before she does.

Self-Critique and Things to Keep in Mind

• Should have pushed HB8 away when she slapped me. Or pinned her arms and stole a kiss.

• I need to go on impulse more.

• Shouldn’t have made out with HB6 if I wanted a chance with HB8 on Tuesday night, but it’ll probably work out better in the long run this way.

• Get numbers early on!

Things I’d specifically like advice on:

• HB8 seeing lingerie model on my desktop; bad thing? I think it just shows me more as a sexual being. I know I shouldn’t have defended it, though.

• How to go about this without getting friend-zoned. Do I wait for her to contact me first, or make first contact? Should I fulfill her request for a copy of my Wall of Mantras, or make her ask again? She posted on my FB wall the next day confirming something we had been talking about the night before; does that count as her reinitiating contact and now, in her mind, the ball’s in my court? (I’m probably overthinking at this point) I’m leaving town tomorrow to live with my parents for the summer, but I’ll be back around weekly to chill with friends, and that will be my opportunities to chill with her this summer.