Hello again, Seddit, time for another FR!

Girl #1 - the approach and #-close

So, last week Thursday I went to this conference, thought it may help me with my Master thesis, but it only brought up more questions. Bah. So as I head back home, and I see this pretty cute girl sitting at the metro station, reading something, and she has a bookmark of one of the characters from The Muppet Show.

Me: The Muppet Show? That's one awesome bookmark you have there! I high five her

Her: High fives back Yeah, it is!

We start talking about stuff, when I find out that we both need to take the same metro. She stands up - holy crap, she's tall!

Me: Holy shit, you're a tall girl!

Her: Yeah, we (the Dutch) are actually the tallest people on the planet! I'm 1.86 (that's 6"1 for you Americans).

I do some fluff talk, pretend for a while that I don't speak any Dutch, then reveal that I speak it fluently (speaking the local language is a pretty major DHV if you're a foreigner, by the way). I touch her shoulders during the conversation (very light kino). As we approach her metro stop, I give her my phone, and do my usual phone-close routine:

Me: Okay, your station is coming up, so this is what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna give you my phone (take the phone out of my pocket and unlock it), give it to you - no, it's not a present, you can't keep it. I know, it's a very fancy phone, but you can't have it. But what you can do is put in your phone number. (hand her the phone).

This routine works 80% of the time, if you make sure your approach and conversation are fun. She puts in her phone number, and gets off the metro. I text her the next evening, and it turns out we have 7 friends in common, which also worked in my favor - we know the same people, which is a DHV.

Girl #2 - the approach and #-close

Last week Saturday was the World Pillow Fight there (protip: look into stuff like Improv Everywhere and other people who organize flashmobs in your area - the girls there will generally be very open and friendly). Like last year, I brought my camera, picked up random girls on my shoulders, and behaved like a general badass. This one redhead girl has two pillows - so I make a motion with my hand for her to give me the pillow. She obliges, and we start pillow fighting.

We sit down to talk, I find out that she's Hungarian. Turns out that she's a professional photographer who just wanted to pillow fight. I start feeling some attraction. She reaches into her bag, and hands me her visit card, which also has her personal mobile phone number on it. She says that she's hoping to see the pictures I took last year, and leaves. I stand there for a moment, and can hardly believe that a hot girl just motherfucking closed me. Feels good, man.

Phone game

Two friends of mine (well, more like potential fuck-buddies) were supposed to meet me during the pillow fight. One showed up late, the other didn't show up at all. I go to get some coffee with her, and a friend calls her - she was planning on having dinner at that friend's place, and he wanted her to get some pot for him. This is where I make a mistake with her: I simply accept it, and take her to one of Amsterdam's best coffee-shops, and make sure she gets on the right tram to her friend's place. Why was this a mistake? Because I should only go on dates that are my own. When she mentioned her friend and him wanting some drugs, I should have just left her, while still being polite, and gone to the pub I wanted to visit (got some friends working there).

So here I am, at the pub, and I'm trying to call that girl who didn't show up - nothing. Fuck it, next! I then decide to call girl #1. I'm being my usual, awesome self, tell her about my favorite area of Amsterdam, and set the date with her for Thursday. Guys, here's a small piece of advice: when you want to set up a date with a girl, call her, don't just text her. It shows off more confidence.

Girl #2 - phone game

It's Tuesday (so 3 days after the pillow fight day) afternoon, I call the girl. I realize she didn't even know my name, so I joked a bit about it, did some general fluff talk, asked her whether she likes whiskey - she doesn't actually like alcohol, and whiskey is too strong for her. I told her that I'm going to change that (that's a bit of cocky & funny), and we make plans to meet at a pub.

Intermezzo - surprise text!

On the day of the date with girl #1 (a Thursday), the girl who flaked on me during the pillow fight day sends me a message, saying that I have every right to be mad at her, that she apologizes and that she wants to make up for it with a cold Sunday beer. I told her I already have plans for Sunday, and that I can do Tuesday. She asks me whether I could do Wednesday - told her I really prefer Tuesday, and it's a set date. Fellas, this is why you don't chase after a flakey girl - she might just come back to you!

Girl #1 - the date

The girl and I meet in the Starbucks of Central Station, and within the first five minutes she starts touching my shoulder. This is a huge IOI - a girl will simply not touch you unless she's (1) already a good friend of yours or (2) interested in you. I take her to my usual place where I bring girls (read my other FRs for its description), we start talking about all kinds of stuff. I run the cube, she reacts really well to it and drops that she digs guys with brown hair and eyes (which is what I am). I try the hand-squeeze-trust test, but she's too scared to let me do anything to her. Now, this is basically her not showing any compliance to me, so I had to re-establish my dominance and regain her compliance, and I did that by pushing her gently onto the couch we were sitting on. We talk a bit, I run the cherry field test on her, and I start a new routine on her, one that I figured out from that last girl I F-closed:

You know, I really miss being able to see the stars every night. It's funny - when you see the stars, you can't help but realize that most of them have been dead for millions and millions of years, and we're only seeing their light. Some people are scared by that. Me... I find it empowering. It gives me reason to do whatever the hell I want to do.

She surprises me by saying that she doesn't think about it that often, and she doesn't really care about the stars. However, while she's saying that, she's put her legs over mine, and is looking at me with eyes that just say "Fuck me'". I move in closer. She raises her eyebrow in defiance. Seeing as the caveman style worked previously, I grab her hair at the base of her head, but gently. The following conversation takes place.

Her: Are you going to kiss me?

Me: Yeah.

Her: Well, you've got some balls.

I let out something between a growl and a chuckle, and start making out with her. I break the kiss first (always be the first one to break the kiss). Once the people around us start to leave, it starts to get rather steamy. She then says that "We shouldn't be making out this extensively here... not that I'm suggesting anything!" I chuckle and make out with her some more. She has class early next morning, so we leave. When it's time for her to catch her train, I break the kiss first, and she asks me to kiss her once more. I do it, and slap her ass to make her hurry to catch her train.

This demonstrates the importance of being the first to break the kiss and always being alpha. On my way home, I felt ecstatic - a HB9 just asked me to kiss her one more time before she has to catch her train.

Girl #2 - the date

I first text girl #1, telling her I had a great time and we should do it again. Got not answer yet, I'll call her some time in the future, maybe tomorrow (i.e. Monday).

I'm on my way, everything is going well, and she sends me a message on WhatsApp, asking me whether I got her text message. I didn't get anything, and she's writing something about delaying the date. I call her to see what's up - we planned to meet at 19:30, and she wants me to meet her at 21:00 at this other place I've never heard of. I asked her what time she can be at Central, she says 20:00. I tell her to be there, and stop at one of my favorite pubs for a glass of scotch.

I arrive at the location at 20:00, and she isn't there. She's still late, and I'm starting to get pissed off. She arrives at 20:20. I tease her a bit by saying "You're not a punctual girl, are you?" and we start wandering off while waiting for the ferry to take us to the area I wanted to take her. While we're there, she drops that she wanted me to be there with some friends of hers at 21:00, at that pub. I told her "You planned an evening with me - so I'm counting on it being just you and me." She seems kinda surprised by my ballsy-attitude, and I think that she likes it. We get to the pub, and we start talking. I run my usual three tests on her, all while using very light kino and escalation. She's responding pretty well, and then I feel that moment - that spark, that feeling in your gut. I move my hand to push away a bit of her hair that's covering her eyes, lean forward - she ducks away, saying "No you don't!". What the hell?

I tell her that when I feel that spark, I go for it. She says that "it's alright". What the hell? We were sitting our legs touching, and she asks me to move over and give her some space. I'm thinking Damn, did I just fuck up?

Her friend calls, it's 21:00, and she tells her friend that she can meet them at 22:00. I tell her that's probably impossible, as the next ferry departs at 21:30. She wants to leave immediately, and so do I. I'm not staying on a date that isn't my own.

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Also, meant to write a bit, not a bot of caveman-attitude. Stupid typos. D: