A couple weeks back it was my buddy's birthday party, lets pick up the story there.

I walk in, the apartment was lightly filled like a bag of potato chips. I survey the room, packed with friends that I already know and sprinkled with 2 or 3 hotties that I should get to know. I make moves to first start enjoying myself and the atmosphere, making casual openers to people I don’t know, not being afraid to get physical with girls etc.

Round 1: The toll of the long day begins to hit me. I decided to sit on the couch, I plopped down next to this blonde, her curvature was filled out in all the right areas but perhaps a little had overflowed. “This is a good angle of the action. It’s like we’re the lifeguards of the party” I say “What year are you?” I ask “No I’m not going to tell you my year, but you can guess” I tell her with a smirk. “Here’s what, if you guess my year right, I’ll give you a kiss” as the words leave me lips, she perks up just like her supple breasts and tells me that I’m a senior, I’m not. without hesitation, I touch her below her chin, close my eyes and kiss her. And then i tell her that I’m actually a sophomore but go back for another kiss. At this point, her friend on the other side of the couch who was engrossed in a conversation with some guy on the other side of the couch jumps around and asks the blonde “Do you want to go dance? Do you want to go the bathroom? Do you want to get a drink?” A flurry of excuses. I can see where this is going, I get up and go do something else.

Round 2: I met her on the balcony, her skinny figure darkened by the blackness of the night and whatever beauty my eyes could perceive was masked by the white smoke of weed and Marlboros. We talked a little, I traded numbers with her and then went on my way to see what else the parties in this neighborhood had to offer. Not much. I texted her to let me back in, but she was too slow. Later on in the night I was sitting on a couch (deja vu) and she comes up to me, jacket on, and tells me that she is leaving. No, you’re not. I grasp her hand, and pull her onto the couch right next to me, we talk, we make out. I used the same guess my year right and ill kiss you line. We kiss a couple times on the couch but she says “I don't want to do that here” while eyeing the people milling about nearby. I made some joke about sex slapping and choking here to keep the conversation sexually hot. cant remember specifics though. “Come to the balcony then.” No dice. We talk a little more and then I ask her if she has anything interesting in her apartment. She says that she has eggs? I say Come with me to your apartment and lets cook omelettes, I'm hungry and you could use it for the gains(I squeeze her workout sore thighs). She declines. I ended up getting up and then trying to pull her up too but she wouldn’t budge, so I tell her that I’m going to go drink more and bounce off to the kitchen.

Overall notes on my progress: They say "build it and they will come." I work out religiously, I'm not afraid to speak my mind, I've got a pretty high sense of self worth (I think of myself as a 9) and my fashion isn't off BUT I don't really see girls investing that much time or effort into me and I want that to change. My personal guess is that I'm not building enough attraction when I talk to girls, BUT I try my best to touch?? (I thought touch was like 65% of building attraction with a girl). I'll admit that perhaps I may have bitched out of a few situations, notably one last night at a party I was at, girl and I on the couch, talking about the new ASAP album, I had my arm around her at a couple points in the convo, perhaps I should done some kiss line "guess my favorite _____ and I'll kiss you" but I just didn't feel enough IOIs coming out of her, all she did was lock eye contact which was kinda weird because we were sitting on a couch and we both had big noses lolololol.

As always speak your mind and speak freely, thanks Seddit.