Edit: "Hooked"; not "pulled". I'm not up on the jargon.

My first FR. Let me know if my formatting reads like shit.

A month or so ago, I went to a social event at a friends place. A lesbian friend from out of town came down with her girlfriend.

My lesbian friend (let's call her Cindy) is a good-looking woman. She's a real "bro". She has a great personality and it's almost impossible not to like her.

Her girlfriend, let's call her Annie, is gorgeous. Cindy brought her down before, and I instantly found her attractive. Her personality is a bit withdrawn and observational, and I would describe her interactions with me the first time we met as careful, playful, and slightly bitchy. I could tell she was toying with me and sizing me up.

This time, they're down we're outdoors enjoying the cool night. I'm not pay much attention to Annie for the first hour or so. We go indoors and at this point we've all been drinking a bit, and I sit down beside her and end up making some small conversation with her.

ASIDE: I came to this social event with the objective of communicating more with my eyes instead of making a fool of myself with my mouth. With women in particular, I intended using a gaze that communicates "I want you". I recently found out this kind of eye contact was a thing when a waitress at a pub commented on the intensity of my eyes, then tried to come home with me.

So while I'm talking to her, getting her to talk about herself, her job, etc, I reply with very simplified answers in return, not going into much detail, all while I'm maintaining eye contact. Nutrition comes up, and I mention I'm calorie counting.

"What's calorie counting? Do I need to do that??"

"Uhhh, well let's see, flex your arms for me"

She pulls her short sleeve back and shows me her arm. I pinch her fat and she's absolutely mortified with herself. "Ahhhh my arms are so gross"

"No, it's normal for women to have a bit more on the arms." For fun, I decide to push it further, "Show me your waist"

She pulls up her shirt and I pinch her stomach fat. "Psh, nah, you don't need to calorie count. You've got a perfect amount of weight." She seemed to take my words to heart and was more than happy with my response. Cindy comes out of nowhere, "Uhh, I'm not cool with what's going on here!". I respond quickly, "Help me out here, tell Annie she's not fat". Situation defused; she moves on.

Sexuality comes up, I don't remember how, and I joke how I don't think one of the guys at the party lands on the fully straight end of the "spectrum". She laughs and agrees. I ask her,

"Where on the spectrum are you?" "Oh, I love who I love. I go with the flow." "Oh...cool."

Note: I honestly thought she was 100% lesbian up until this point. In hindsight, maybe I shouldn't have pinched her fatty bits.

I change the subject. We end up talking about travel.

I tell her, "I'm planning to go to the Netherlands in the winter." "OH", she's suddenly really excited, "I'm coming with you!" "Uh, sure... Cindy can come too" "NO, not Cindy. Just us!"

At this point, it's pretty clear I'm "the flow" tonight.

Cindy is on the other side of the counter, watching all this happening in front of her. I haven't done anything incriminating so far, nor do I plan to. I'm just sort of drunkenly reveling in the attention.

Conversation loops around a bit, and she's beginning to whisper things into my ear. "You get me so well. You're so sensitive. Cindy is insensitive." We play a drinking game for a bit, and the whole time, she's whispering again, "okay we're a team. don't send the drink to each other. We're a team. Okay?" She's probably drunk, because she's set on loop at this point.

My girlfriend finally shows up, and I turn all my attention to my girlfriend. Annie says to Cindy, pointing at me, "I LOVE this guy, I really do. I LOVE him". Cindy replies, "I can see that...". I'm getting up to leave, saying my goodbyes, and Annie is still overly excited right now. "We HAVE to see each other again. Come to [city], you have to come visit. OH, I'll come back for July 4th!"

"Yeah... sure..." and I left.

While I have no plans on cheating and I really hope this doesn't hurt my friendship with Cindy, my ego grew three sizes that day. I think it's also safe to say shutting up and strong eye contact goes a long way.