TLDR; Picked up a chick in an uber pool and hooked up later that night. Sex abruptly ends 15 minutes in resulting in the last time I'll probably see her. Read on to hear the rest of the story.

 

A little background on me: Indian, 5'8", 25 y/o, ~150 lbs, <=12% bf. Grew up pretty blue pill: conservative Indian family and a liberal US city, and discovered TRP about 2 years ago. Have had just one girlfriend so far (back in college) and have slept with four girls other than her since; three of which were ONS but also includes a "plate", HB7, that I was on and off with for several months. I quote plate because she was the only one I was seeing at the time so I don't necessarily count that as a plate but de facto just a girl that I'm dating.

 

Some background on the plate as she has contributed to the overall positive mental state I've been in: The plate had a bf she was living with which contributed to why things were on and off. I continued to see her when she was available anyhow as I enjoyed spending time with her and she had a positive impact to my confidence: the sex was great and it was the first time I got to regularly employ TRP concepts and witness a strong sexual desire from the opposite sex on a consistent basis. Things with the plate ended a couple months ago with a culminating shit test request of "let's cut out sex to get to know each other better"; to which I declined, putting things with her on a probably permanent hold. Had I handled things differently, e.g. ignored the request and went for sex anyway, things could have turned out differently but I wasn't interested in putting in that much work for something that had been fairly easy until that point. I'd like to thank TRP for avoiding blindly walking into the friendzone, which I might've probably would have done in my BP days.

 

Fast forward to a couple months later, this past Friday. I am meeting with a friend for lunch and call up an Uber pool to get me there. I noticed I'm already paired with another rider, let's call her Amy. Despite me usually chatting up the driver from the passenger seat, I figure Amy might be cute so I plan on sitting in the back seat, as I figure that's where she'll be sitting. Fortunately Amy is decently cute: HB6.5/7. I say hello as I sit down and make small talk about the weather. We chat until my destination, along the way I formally introduce myself and shake her hand. I find she recently moved to my neighborhood, and I ask her out for drinks sometime to which she agrees. This is my first number close via cold approach in a while.

 

Later that night I'm making plans with my friends and decide I'll try inviting Amy out. She responds within a minute, to my surprise, and we sort out rough details of what we're doing that night. She's already meeting some friends in the area and says she's up for meeting for a drink at some point. Later I follow up with some specifics and she responds that she'll hit me up if timing works out. This sounds like a flake, I respond with a thumbs up emoji and don't expect to see her.

 

Around midnight she sends me a text: "what's up?"

 

Me: Going to X bar. hbu

 

Amy: mm @ Y club. probably leaving soon

 

When I get to X bar I run into the ex-plate. She seems excited to see me, tells me she misses me, and we catch up for a bit. I tell her I'm going to a different spot and we end up parting ways. She ended up texting me the next day inviting me to a NYE party and says she she can get my friends and I in for free. I politely decline as I tell her I've already got tix for a different venue that night. But I digress.

 

Me, 20 mins later: Meet us @ Z club

 

Amy: Ok! Lmk what cover is.

 

Me: it's too quiet. we're grabbing tacos.

 

Amy: ahah good choice.

 

Amy, 20 mins later: leaving Y club now :O

 

Me: Lol so ratchet. Come hang out. We're chillin at my place across the street.

 

Amy: Address?

 

It's 2 am at this point, bars are closed, and I haven't seen Amy since the uber ride earlier this morning. When she arrives I let her in and give her a hug (initiate physical contact). Amy mentions that I live in the heart of the nightlife, to which I nod and tell her that I know (location, location, location).

 

Shortly after she arrives, a lady friend of mine that's still over decides to head home (preselection). Amy and I crack open a couple beers. I position my bar stool right in front of her so we are sitting arms length apart, at most. We are chatting, getting to know each other. ~20 minutes in I go in for a kiss. She leans back in avoidance but I chase anyway and land the kiss. She gives me a surprised and slightly disapproving look but I resume conversation acting like nothing happened, which she seemed amused about. This happens a few more times and I get less, if any resistance each successive time. Eventually she becomes comfortable enough to where she is holding the kisses, at which point I pick her up and take her over to the couch.

 

After some clothes come off and further escalation, I ask her if she's on birth control to which she replies, to my dismay, "yes, but you still have to wear a condom." I reply with "ok." I go and grab a condom and the show is on the road. This is where my fuckups start:

 

I felt considerably numb relative to how sex usually feels. This is because I haven't used a condom since I first started having sex with my ex-gf when I was 20, before she got on birth control, five years ago. I failed to use a condom during my ONS's and my ex-plate was also on bc so I never used a condom then either.

 

Things are feeling kinda lame for me at this point so I pull the condom off and keep going (fuckup #1), at which point things feel instantly better. We switch positions and I let her put me back in so she can feel that I took the condom off. I didn't want to pretend like I wasn't wearing it anymore, and figured she might not care at this point.

 

She ended up being pretty upset when she noticed the condom was off, I apologized and started to feel bad. I guiltily grabbed another condom and we were at it again. Again, things were feeling lame and I just wasn't as hard as I normally am with the condom back on. Initiate fuckup #2:

 

With the condom back on and my internal guilt developing, I'm just not enjoying myself and try switching positions. I go limp during the switch. So limp I can't even get my dick inside of her lol. Instead of asking for assistance, which I've never needed until now, I just tell her that I can't get hard with the condom on and that I normally don't wear one.

 

We end up laying down, both of us probably frustrated. I try initiating a bj from her but she resists, and after a while longer of laying she says she's gonna head out to which I reply "ok." Not much else for me to say at this point. She calls a cab and says that we can still be friends. I'm like "sure that sounds good."

 

We end up making out while her cab arrives. With my impeccable timing, I get hard again. She mentions that I she's already called the cab, I reply with "cancel it." She says she can't, i.e. you had your chance. The uber finally arrives, "it was nice meeting you."

 

I was pretty bummed about how things went and ended up texting her the next day: "wish things had turned out differently but it was nice hanging out for a little bit. hope to see you around! merry christmas!"

 

Amy: Merry Christmas! :)

 

Aaaand that's a wrap, folks!

 

Here are some of my takeaways from the evening, not in any particular order of importance:

 

  • Although the sex wasn't particularly long nor spectacular - I'm happy to bring the notch count up to 5.
  • Also happy about unlocking a new achievement: same day daygame lay.
  • Location is clutch.
  • Always wear condoms w/ new partners.
  • Masturbate sans death-grip with a condom on to undergo sensitivity training to ensure Mr. Limp Noodle^TM doesn't make any more unwelcome appearances.
  • Forgive myself for my mistakes.

 

Still not sure if I should try hitting her up one more time or just take the L now, though I feel like I've already disqualified myself and should go with the latter. Feel free to share your own takeaways, though I could do without the obvious "you gotta wrap it up, bro" advice.