This is a field report from last night's efforts that ultimately ended with blue balls but had many moments of triumph and lessons applied and learned.

Was out with one friend at a divvy type bar with an upstairs dancing venue. Our energy was OK nothing special but we pushed through, chatted up strangers and danced as best we could.

Dancing near me were two girls, one tallish thin girl who wasn't very attractive to me and her shorter friend who was looking oh so sexy with the skimpiest of outfits on, booty hanging out and legs that couldn't be ignored.

I asked her to take a photo of me and my friend and she accepted the request with a somewhat standoffish demeanor but after she took the pics, I reviewed and gave her a compliment saying wow! Are you a professional photographer.. She giggled said no, she's a graphic designer. Another few words were exchanged and I went back to my friend.

Well, outside the bar I saw her walking past us and I shouted "hey its the photographer girl!". From there I began to flirt much stronger than inside the bar where now the music was gone and I could hear myself think. We somehow were discussing rockets and going to space and then her and her friend began asking where they could go to dance.

Well, my friend was not as interested in the set so he departed and it was just myself and the two girls now. I made a few recommendations and headed over to the new venues with them. I ordered us all a tequila shot and we chilled at the bar. Another guy came over and started chatting up the taller girl.. On the spot wing man! Guess I got lucky here... I had the shorter sexy girl in total isolation and we chatted for a good hour, flirting, getting to know each other.

Well after the place shut down, we all "had to pee" so we ventured back to the taller girls apartment. I barely spoke with the on-the-spot wingman but he was occupied with tall girl and I wasn't taking any focus off of my shorter lady.

We got to the apartment, and ultimately the taller girl and other guy ended in the bedroom while I was Sat on the couch with shorter girl, still flirting and vibing. Eventually she started talking about some supernatural BS she experienced and I teased her. Then I started talking about the Five Love Languages book and questioning what her language was.. Somewhere in this conversation it felt appropriate to finally start kissing her.

She was a very painful kisser, sucking on my lip like she was trying to give it a hickey. I fought through the pain and pulled her on top of me hands on waste, heavy petting. Things are going great. Then I spin her over to begin sucking on her tits, she's loving that and I begin going lower until eventually I have her shorts off, I'm fully undressed and I'm having fun down under getting ready for penetration.

That's when I get startled by some noise. This seems to have spooked her or woke her from a trance or something. From here I start getting the "we shouldn't be doing this" speach. I just agree and said you're right! No need to push any further from here I got the vibes that I hit my limits. We get dressed and the vibe is ruined, along with my connection with her I felt like. There was no saving it.. I gave it a shot though and tried to pretend like everything was the same as prior to our make out.. Re-engage convo but my brain was dead and I didn't have the wit or energy to salvage things. I tried to offer her a ride, she refused, tried to have a convo, she wasn't feeling it, and then she called her Uber and wasn't even keen to giving me a proper hug goodbye.

I drove home with no energy and a strong set of blue balls but I'm still proud of myself for moving the set along as far as I did. Would have loved to end the night as strong as I began it but that's life. I shot her a quick "hope you got home safe text" as a last ditch hail Mary with no expections of ever hearing from her again. In hindsight, I wouldn't have stopped our hot and heavy session from a noise. I would have powered through like I didn't give AF about my surroundings but in the moment I felt a bit self conscious of eating this girl out, ass naked in a total strangers apartment. I also thought it could have been a better strategy to leave the set earlier on a high note and try to set up a day 2. Oh well, You live and you learn I guess.

Has anyone had similar experiences of the girl changing her attitude on a dime and bombing the set right before the show starts? These are great learning experiences!

TLDR: Almost successful same-night close but girl got weirded out during foreplay when I became startled by a noise.