I was in the same city as a crush of mine for interviews. The met her once, pining for her on facebook for 5 years kind of chick. It was a total cringefest on my part. The only thing I did right was lusting over this silently and without ever creepily liking pictures of hers.

I write her up. To meet up on the Friday night. She asks: "What are your plans?" I reply: To see if we get along enough for her to show me city the following day. Since I didn't know the city.

We meet up. I think this is super awkward, since I'm such a creep and all. I was cold to her out of fear of finding out she's not as how I imagined her to be. But eventually I warmed up to her and she was really nice in person. It was a lovely evening and she invited me for breakfast. I thought there is no way she is inviting me to fuck, so I ask for her address and tell her I'd be there in the morning.

We actually have breakfast. Spent some time on her couch but I thought she was moving away from me so I didn't engage. Then we spent the whole day together sight-seeing. Went back to her apartment. Back on her couch but she was hinting towards dinner and saying she was hungry. So we had a romantic dinner at an Italian place.

But there she finally said: "It's sad we won't get to spend time in my lovely bedroom before you go." So it dawned on me. Took her back to my hotel room. Again, she was kind of hesitant after she dropped that bomb on me. But I knew I had it in the bag so I was cool about it. We made love all night.

So the first, and obvious lesson is: I went in there thinking there was no way I could succeed with my dream. But despite myself, I succeeded. I should have believed in myself the whole time.

The following morning, she said she wasn't sure how the evening would play out. After all, we only met once before. I said I was open minded about it as well (total lie!) but I knew how it was going to end after the what she said in the restaurant.

Turns out, she didn't say "it's so sad we didn't spend time in my bedroom before you go" but something more like "boy did we spend a large chunk of your time here together" in her regionally tainted German. I just misunderstood.

Anyways, it gave me the confidence I needed.

What I could never have understood without the red pill:

She lied as well. She knew we would fuck before I did, the moment she invited me to "breakfast". Generally, women are just better at bluffing their way through a situation than we are.