Another perfect example of how the "Yes for consent" laws are fucking retarded.

Three months back I was out cold-approaching on the main party street in my town, sober. On my way out of a party I noticed a group of girls walking in. I quickly determined which one was the hottest, used the good ol' hand of God opener, and pulled her in. "I love your look. Who the fuck are you?"

She giggled and we had a short, fun conversation. Her friends tried pulling her away but I managed to fight them off for a couple minutes. Turned out she grew up in the same state I did, we were both living on the other side of the country now. I grabbed her number and kissed her goodbye.

I think I texted her a couple days later to try setting up a date. She gave me some ambiguous bullshit and I counted her as a flake. I contacted her once per week for the next two weeks to try setting plans—no dice.

For some reason I kept her number in my phone. Probably because we got along pretty well and I never got a bad vibe from her even when she wouldn't agree to plans.

I'd text to her to come out to pre parties of mine once every few weeks to no avail. Obviously, I was seeing many other women during this time so I really didn't care that she wasn't down with it. Weeks would go by and I wouldn't think about her.

Three nights ago I texted her and she got back to me the next day. I quickly responded with something funny and it spiraled into a fun conversation. I threw a few teases at her, broke rapport once or twice, made jokes, etc. I tried again to set up a date and she finally agreed!

We met up tonight for some nachos and when she showed up we hugged and both laughed about not remembering what we each look like, having not seen each other for three months.

I made some conversation and didn't rush into ordering food right away. After ordering our nachos, I paid for them. I usually never pay for shit on the first date nowadays but we only ordered a single item, I would have looked like an idiot had I asked her to split the cost of some fucking nachos.

Anyways, we sat down and got to talking. She was actually contributing quite a bit to the conversation. I stayed super relaxed and just enjoyed the food and conversation. I brought up a book I was getting into and we talked about the movie that came out on it. I moved onto a few other conversation topics and after we finished eating, I recommended we go back to my place to watch the movie. She agreed, so off we went.

When we got to my place, I told a couple stories while cleaning up my room a bit. I lit a candle and turned out the lights. She was sitting on the bed, unsure of what to do. I beckoned her over to me and told her to cuddle up. I laughed and told her not to be shy. We cuddled for a while, I made some conversation and enjoyed the first couple scenes of the movie.

After a while I turned her over and got a little closer to her face, looking her directly in the eyes, and making slow, cute conversation. Girls fucking love this. It makes the sexual tension go through the roof and shows you can be normal even when a kiss is imminent.

Obviously I kissed her shortly after, pulling away after a few seconds to resume cuddling. After more of the movie and more conversation, I turned her back over and we started kissing again, a little more vigorously.

I started escalating, feeling her up, kissing her neck and ears, pulling her hair, firmly holding her neck, etc.

After a while I l tried taking off her shirt and bra. She stopped me and said "Before this goes any farther, I just want you to know we're not doing anything tonight. I have a rule that I don't hook up the first time I hang out with guys." I laughed, telling her "We're not going to do anything you don't want to do."

I slowed down a little and took plenty of time to kiss her again. I focused on eliminating needy thoughts and feelings from my body through my breathing and focused on emanating a strong, present, masculine energy. It was pretty fucking cool how it changed the experience. Eventually, her shirt and bra was on my bedroom floor.

I asked her about her rule afterwards. She told me about some weird chode guys that manipulated her into sex or dumped her after they got it. She concluded by saying "So that's why I have the rule. I know how you guys think. If we do stuff the first time we hang out you'll never respect me." I laughed and asked her more about why she thinks that.

After she got done explaining, I told her how I felt about the topic, making it clear that my position wasn't based on wanting to fuck her tonight. I straight up told her I don't care whether or not we do anything.

At one point she made a comment that vaguely put herself on a pedestal. I quickly mocked her and laughed at her. She asked me "Well, why shouldn't it (her pussy) be on a pedestal?" I don't remember what I said exactly, but I diffused it pretty well and she understood I didn't view her pussy as a prize.

After this, I knew I had to slow down. I switched to talking about more personal things to build comfort and get to know her better. After I got to know a lot about her, she asked me what I wanted to do with my life. I told her about my passion for human relationships, dating, sex, and gender issues and what I have planned to pursue that passion.

This is when things came full circle and she believed everything I said about how I view sex. She knew I was congruent to the fucking core and that I wasn't going to judge her at all for having sex with me.

I escalated from there, hitting lots of snags. Every time she'd stop me I'd make a little joke with some cute conversation and slow down. The foreplay was awesome because of how much I could see I was turning her on. Her body trembled when I kissed her ears. It was so fucking hot.

At one point she told me she was on her period and that we couldn't have sex because of that. I talked to her about that too and told her I couldn't care less if she was on her period or not. We laughed about the guys and girls that think periods are "gross". I thought it was awesome how comfortable she was with the topic. A lot of girls are super insecure about it.

My instincts told me she was lying about the period so I pushed forward. Eventually when I got her panties off, I observed that she was in fact completely clean. She was lying about her period.

I went down on her for a while, made out with her afterwards, rubbed my dick on her clit for a couple minutes while she was practically begging for me to penetrate her. It was awesome.

After I fucked her, I playfully called her out for lying about her period. We laughed and teased each other about it for a couple minutes while we cleaned up and got dressed.

I walked her home and kissed her good night. As we were saying goodbye she reiterated that she hoped I'd call her back.