I hate to label this as a “Field Report”. I really do. Since this was more of a life experience, it feels somewhat demeaning to call it such a term, but that's just me.

For some background, I am a 17 year old male in High School. I have been following /r/seduction for around 8 months now. I've studied the PUA tactics, I've read the books (Models, No More Mr. Nice Guy, The Game), you name it- I've done it. I have constantly been working to improve my own happiness as well as my interactions with women. I suppose that there's nothing wrong with getting an early start.

What I had discovered throughout my journey was that I really didn't want to have sex with every “HB” out there, I wanted to make a genuine connection with a girl that was compatible with me. And so, I set out to do that (through the guidance of Models, of course). However, this was no easy task- at least not for me. All throughout my life, I had been taught that in order to make a girl like you, you'd have to not show interest in her at all. Because the trick is that they LOVE guys that play games and pretend that they don't exist right? Right?? Right? Guys?

But allowing yourself to become vulnerable with a girl is not some PUA tactic that you can just apply and then all of the bitches will promptly jump on your cock. This was something that I would have to allow internally. This was an emotional process; Not some canned lines that I had learned on the Internet.

I've kept you long enough. Now for the story:

The golden California sun beat down on face as I neared the In-N-Out we would soon meet at. My clammy hands gripped the steering wheel to turn into the parking lot. The realization hit me that I was about to go on a date. This felt so alien. But why? I had hung out with other friends before. Why was this any different?

“Oh, fuck that's Eve's car,” I thought to myself. She's inside waiting for me. I pulled into a spot, checked my hair in the rear-view mirror, and exited the vehicle. I pulled the tall glass door with a “$5.95 Burger Combo!” sticker slapped on and entered the In-N-Out building. I immediately noticed her ordering her food in the line.

I have to say something witty to her. Think!

I approached her with the first thing that came to my mind.

“So..uh..In-N-Out huh?” I squealed out. “...Yeah..In-N-Out.” She managed.

I felt the cashier's cock-eyed glare pierce my skin.

After deciding not to order anything (the nerves killed my hunger), we made our way toward a small booth. Oh wait, I read somewhere that I should sit next to her instead of across from her. But won't that be weird? I don't know anymore. I decided in the spur of the moment to sit across from her.

Perhaps I should ask her a question as we wait on out food to arrive.

“So, Eve, I'm curious. What do you do for fun?” I asked. Now fellas, I'm gonna be honest here, I can't remember every single detail of what was said. I apologize. But what I can tell you is that that question seemed to break the ice. After I had learned her interests, I could share my own interests and soon began a fun conversation. This led to me directing the conversation into something more heated to generate attraction. I began bringing up subjects like first kisses, and I shared the embarrassing story of my own, she shared hers. It turns out that she had only been with one other guy (that she had also lost her virginity to). We laughed and had fun talking to each other.

This is when I began to notice something. I was being VULNERABLE with a girl. This was absolutely nothing like any other interaction that I had had before with other girls. I began sharing things that I otherwise would feel embarrassed about. Same for her. I suppose the takeaway here is that you must be vulnerable first in order for her to reciprocate.

After about an hour in there, we went outside and into her car and talked. And I mean actually talked. Not about the fucking weather or sports or some bullshit. I'm not sure what had sparked it, but we had gotten into a conversation about our struggles. Our past relationships. Our insecurities. Really deep subjects that would otherwise not talk about unless there was a sense of trust present.

Then we listened to music and danced in the parking lot in her small little car. It was fantastic.

Then, I went for a kiss.

And...she rejected it. Saying that been with one other guy before and didn't want to rush anything. WE then said our goodbyes and I got back into my car to drive home.

Once I got home, I saw a couple of messages:

“Believe me I wanted to, but I just don't do anything on the first date.”

“I can respect that, I guess.” I replied.

“But believe me, I wanted to.”

This is the part that confuses me. She wanted to, but she didn't? Okay.

Anyway, I've tried for a date two for a couple of weeks now but she consistently tells me that she's busy working. She's done this twice already and it's been a bit disappointing, as I really like this girl. I've spoken to her in school and flirted and she still seems interested, but I honestly have no idea where to go from here.

I'm sure most of you will say that I should just “next” her but I don't want to. Perhaps it's oneitis. I don't know. Anyway. There's my FR.