This is not a how-to guide. I'm also not trying to brag; almost the opposite.

So here's the story (long, but please bear with me):

I was out with some friends on a college campus. We're having a good time, having a few drinks. One of my friends is very loud and rude and obnoxious, but shameless, and loves hitting on girls. I'm a bit better calibrated but close to as fearless as he is (at least on this occasion). Our other two friends are kind of quiet and nervous about talking to girls.

Anyway, we're flirting with lots of girls, basically just seeing how much we can get away with. A lot of them love it, but have boyfriends, others think it's weird, etc. This is fun, but campus is kind of dead. We bounce around to a few places, still talking to girls a bit and fucking around. But soon the bars are about to close. Me and my friend both want to get something from the night, so we're still approaching.

Probably around 1:45 (bars close at 2:00), I see a short, slightly chubby but cute girl walking around alone. As I had been doing all night, I walk up to her and just start saying random bullshit. I honestly can't remember: something about asking where her friends were, talking about her outfit, but all rapid-fire and super high energy. After what felt like under a minute she just says: "You're adorable. Come behind this wall and make out with me so my friends can't see."

Well...OK. We make out. It's not that hot. She's drunk. She's bad at kissing. She's also very aggressive. I fake (kind of not fake) takeaways like I'm going to leave, and she grabs me hard, even scratching me because she's so desperate. Not hot. But we exchange numbers. Throughout the whole interaction, we share very little about ourselves.

The next night after a day of drinking with friends that also lead to nothing, I'm alone in my apartment. I'm about to jerk it to porn, but then I decide to text the girl from the night before. She comes over. Sex without even a bit of small talk. Just too easy.

I felt shitty the next day. It was my first lay since I broke up with my girlfriend a few weeks ago. But it felt cheap. I didn't even enjoy it that much. I was supposed to be pumped that I fucked this girl super quick because I'm such a good looking pimp. But I didn't feel that at all. Of course part of it was because she wasn't super gorgeous and she was drunk, but still.

Sex should never be the goal. It's great, but don't get hung up on it. The seduction is the most fun part. If that is completely ripped out of the interaction, the sex isn't going to be as satisfying.

I like soccer, so bear with me through this analogy- I love watching the intricate buildup to a goal: the passes, the runs off the ball, the tricks and flicks to set it up. Kicking the ball into the back of the net is satisfying, sure, but that's not what it's all about. If you just watch someone kick a ball into a net, that's not exciting. You need the buildup. Same with seduction.

I'm rambling now. My personal takeaways from this are to not make sex the goal and to slow things down sometimes. Enjoy the dance.

Anyone else have a similar experience or revelation?

TL;DR: Met a girl who was super into me one night. Fucked her the next night without any effort. Realized that I didn't like it.