This one's important to me because it's a measure of progress. Three years ago, when I had minimal game, I'd met this girl who worked at a dancer when I'd visit the local strip club with buddies on weekends. I'd added her on facebook, and sent her a hail mary kind of facebook message asking her out. She of course, ignored it, as she should have done. Some of my language here is crude. I respect women and enjoy their company, but I'm also unapologetic with my male sexuality. Enjoy.

Two weeks ago, I moved back to the same area and reached out to her, keeping my text messages light, and always honoring the 2/3rds rule from Heartiste: give her back 2/3rds of everything she gives you, meaning your messages are shorter than hers, and you never respond back quicker than she does. I'd seen something on cracked about how getting people to do favors for you makes them more attracted to you, so for example I'd be driving, andtell her to give me a call to help kill some miles. Just the act of her being the first to dial represents an investment on her part, and we tend to to get emotionally engaged in our investments. When she followed through, I made sure to reward her by telling her I thought it was pretty considerate of her. She would text, I'd leave her hanging for a day or two, then a few hours beforehand I'd say something like "hey come join me for beers. McFadden's. 7 PM." Got great response.

I love the feeling of security you get from leaving your response to girl's text message to hang for 12 hours or even a full day. It's just more time that I get to luxuriate in this feeling of absolute security, knowing that it's her waiting on a response, which I can get to at any time, instead of me being the guy wondering when some girl is going to get back to me. Try it you'll see. It gives hot girls what they crave: a guy who differentiates himself by not being like 95% of guys out there who text back on quick-draw.

The date itself was great. We met up for beers, and talked. The venue wasn't great for escalating touching, but when she said something funny I'd put my hand on her shoulder as if to say "I can't believe what you just said!"

If I was going to get the kiss, I knew we'd have to get up and away from our table, because we were out in the open. At first I thought we could escape for a cigarette, because we'd been talking about how we'd kind of quit, but were really craving camel lights. The bar didn't sell smokes, so I decided we'd start sharing music on our phones, then transition to my car, which has a jack. We both have some pretty eclectic tastes, and as I shared music on my iphone, she'd break out a song and get excited about it. While she was in the bathroom, I settled the bill with cash, which I'd made sure I had on hand so I could pay quickly if I wanted to, and when she got back I took her by the hand and told her I wanted to show her a particular song.

She of course followed, and as we approached my car she asked me what we were doing. I looked at her as if she'd just asked a weird question and said "Listen to music of course. I've got an ipod jack." Once in the car, we traded a song or two, then I took her hand and went for the kiss. For the next hour we took turns showing each other music and making out in my car. Each little makeout session got progressively more intense. I thought about inviting her to my place to smoke hookah, but I knew that the logistics would be awkward if we left her car at the bar, and I had work early the next day, so I ended things and told her I'd better let her go. I feel like cutting things off just extended and escalated the tension for when we meet next.

She's been texting me, asking "what's up" etc. I'll tell her I'm fighting a rhino (a tip I saw on here) or that I'm robbing a nursing home for meds, basically treating her like my little sister. She loves it. This is awesome for me because on our date she'd get texts from guys and roll her eyes at how lame these dudes are. Knowing that she's ignoring these boners in favor of my distant scraps of attention is a turn on.

Other factors which I feel worked in my favor:

  • My vibe was sexual: fitted clothes, a v neck t shirt which showed my chest hair, which she commented on. Basically high-ranking people can get away with more unique clothes, which I capitalize on. As I looked into her eyes as she talked, I'd imagine pulling her hair back to kiss her exposed neck while I fucked her. This easily put me in a sexual frame.

  • I'd take care to lower my voice and slow my movements. For example, I showed her some massive attack, and while basically drilling her with eye contact told her how I loved how MA just sounds so elegantly bad,like a high end S & M club with black satin couches in New York City. This was after we'd escalated things by making out.

  • Our conversation was about building rapport. I don't really share her political views, (I am a strong libertarian) but I can show nominal agreement while switching the subject to her cats or something. At one point I noticed I'd be saying something and stop as she began to talk, basically letting myself get interrupted. This is bad as it communicates low status. I made an effort to talk over her while holding smiling eye contact a few times, and to take a strong hand in steering the conversation or making her qualify herself a few times ("I've seen Jezebel. I can understand what they're working for, but you don't think they're just really whiny sometimes?). These efforts were well received as she'd make a great effort to conform to my frame or prove herself, which I appreciated. She'd be talking excitedly about the space program, and I would smile into her eyes and interrupt her wordlessly by pulling her in for a kiss. "You're cute when you talk nerdy to me."

I am looking forward to seeing her again. I know we are both looking forward to fucking, and enjoying each other's company.

TLDR: A girl who was out of my league three years ago is now chasing me.