Summary: ''Overconfidence is a slow and insidious killer.''

Body: I met this cute girl at a concert a few weeks ago, got her number and set up a date for the following week at a micro brew place downtown. Date goes well, we change venue, we snuggle, kiss and her hands are all over me until she drops the bomb of ''I'm on my period so we're not having sex''. I don't pry further, break rapport a bit and decide I'm not going to bother trying to see if she's lying or not just to avoid causing a scene in public in case she flips out. We make out some more and we end up going on our separate ways.

The next day, I get a text saying she had fun and will text me the next time she's hitting a certain bar I've been meaning to see for myself because they usually have local artists playing there. A week goes by and I get a text saying ''Hey, I'd like to go this week''. I tell her we should go for St-Patrick's day and she agrees.

This is where things turn sour.

Come St-Patrick's, we meet at said bar and it's completely packed, there are some musicians playing but I feel like the place is way too crowded so I decide we should leave and find somewhere else.

Going into this evening, I was pretty sure that I was going to bed this girl that night considering how the first date went. So we get to the second bar, it's packed but not crammed. We sit, and just as last time, we're having fun but I'm off my game. I'm not being myself because I'm sure it's all set and done already. So instead of having the IDGAF mentality and just enjoying myself, I'm turning this evening about her.

As you would expect, closing times comes around and she tells me she's heading home alone tonight because she doesn't want anyone around the next day and just do her own thing. Considering how well I was feeling about this at the time, I was taken aback and she noticed and after some reflection about the evening, I knew this is where it was all over. I brushed it off, finished my drink and said it was best I go. She finishes hers and follows me to the nearest subway station.

I tell her good bye and she's yelling ''Wait!!''. I turn around and she's all over me and all giddy and wants to keep making out. I give her a peck on the lips and leave after that.

I've pretty much accepted that I fucked up and went radio silent after this evening, not that we really talk to each other outside of setting up logistics, but unless she reaches out, I've blown this one off and learnt from it.

Lessons learned:

  • Field Reports don't have to be successful. Learn from my mistakes so you don't make them yourself.

  • Be fun and make this about yourself, not her. She's there for the ride with you.

  • It's never ''all set and done'' until you're inside her. I had a poor showing and that was it.

  • Build a strong frame. My frame was off the 2nd night because I was too confident of what I thought was going to happen and let it blow it for me.