I've been following seddit for a while now, provided and practiced advice, but never posted a field report. My dating life has gotten quite...let's say active, lately, so I figure it's time to start posting. This is a throwaway but I will continue to use it for FRs, separately from my main account.

Here are some important notes: I'm short (5'6"), balding, chubby, and maybe a 6 or 7 on the attractiveness scale. However, I'm confident, dress fairly well (I have my girlfriends help me pick out fitted clothes that work well on me and make ME feel good), and generally don't give a fuck what people think (this is a bad thing sometimes.) In other words, I'm very outcome independent in my day to day life.

My profile does generate 1 to 2 incoming messages a week. At least half are from girls I would not be interested in.

A few days ago I'm browsing and come across a "meh" profile (HB6.5). She was cute and seemed fun, but I was a little iffy, and after seeing her height (5'8") and went ahead and clicked the "Hide" button.

Until 10 minutes later, I have a message from her in my inbox. It's a very simple, short message, but it shows she actually read the entirety of the novel that is my profile.

We banter and I close my third message on Monday (3/26) with a suggestion that we meet for drinks in the near future, and provide my number.

A couple of hours later she texts me, "When should we get together for a drink?"

I let her know that her options are either Tuesday night, or she'd have to wait a week and a half because I'll be out of town and tied up. She says she'll think about it, and we proceed to banter a little more about TV shows, and I cut communication.

Around 7PM last night, I get this text: If you want to meet tonight I'm free. If not, we can when you get back to town. At happy hour now, just a disclaimer :)

She's showing interest and flexibility, and since she's been drinking she's feeling brave. I was tied up so I wasn't able to reply until 10PM. I was actually tired and pretty sure the window of opportunity had passed, but she replied that she was still up for meeting. I ask her to pick a place convenient and near her and I'd be on my way. She gives me the name of a bar, I jump on my motorcycle and head that way.

I walk in to the bar and she's already got a drink in hand. I'm also surprised to find that her pictures don't do her justice, and she's easily an HB8.5. I can tell she's been drinking for a while and in a great mood. I give her a hug, and we jump right in to random conversation and she mentions she's wearing a new dress (she's not a dress wearer). I tell her to stand up and show me, and she stands up, twirls, and blushes a little. Compliance and IOI, yes!

I also notice she's wearing 3 inch heels, which makes her 5-6 inches taller than me. I stand up, tell her it's kind of hot, and this is where I make my first move - I place my hand on her waist, pull her toward me a little bit, then release and we sit back down.

Drinks continue to flow and she's visibly showing interest (eyes, glancing at my lips, moving in a little closer) so I decide to step up physical contact. We get in to a philosophical conversation about work, and I have her answer a question where she has to count things off. I grab her hand and actually use her fingers to do the counting for her, totally retarded but it felt natural and she never released my hand.

Side note: One thing I get compliments a LOT on are my hands. Literally every girl I've been out with in the last year or so has said something like "you have nice/soft hands". I don't do anything to make them soft, but this seems to be one of my best tactics for physical escalation. Girls love it when I touch them.

After another drink and a little bit of touching each other's legs, she says "I'm going to finish this drink and head home."

I respond with an indifferent "cool" and motion as if I'm going to finish my drink as well. She gets really quiet, like she's thinking hard, and finally she says "let's have another drink." I can tell at this point she's a little frustrated that I haven't made more of a move, and this is when I realize that I'm in full control of the situation. I decide to cool down a little and see if I can get her to pursue me some.

Halfway through our drink, she gets quiet again, then blurts out "so where do you live?" Ding ding ding!

We discuss where we live and it turns out she lives 5 minutes away while I live 20 minutes away. She says, "I'm not going to fuck you, but you should come home with me."

And here's where I screw up. The best thing I could come up with was "I don't care." I quickly change the subject while smoothly motioning to the bartender to close out our tabs, and at this point I actually switch in to concerned citizen/nice guy mode and tell her that I think she shouldn't be driving. I'm on my motorcycle so I tell her to give me her keys, and that I'm going to drive her home.

We get to her car, where I have to move the seat up because I'm a midget. She says, "wow, you really are short!" I can't remember what my response to that was, but I know it wasn't as smooth as I'd like. I drive her home, we go in to her very nice apartment, where we proceed to make out in her bedroom. I was sober (since I'd only had a couple of drinks), but she's still acting tipsy, which makes me feel a little uncomfortable about the situation. She repeats I'm not going to fuck you. where I respond with "That's not why I'm here. Watch, I'll show you. How do you normally sleep?" "Naked."

Here's where it gets temporarily weird: I undress her completely, admire her awesome, awesome body, hang her dress up in her closet, get her a bottle of water, set her alarm, and put her in bed. I crawl in to bed with her, cuddle up to her, and we fall asleep. (She was asleep within five minutes, so I believe I made the right call.)

The alarm goes off, but neither of us are ready to get up; our bodies just seem to fit well together. We doze off again, until she realizes that she's late for work. She jumps up real quick, gets in the shower (no invite, sadly), and I get up and get dressed. I'm completely dressed and ready to leave.

She walks out of the shower naked and I decide that I really, really want a taste. I grab her by the hand, say "I want two minutes of your time", lead her to her bed, and lay her down at the edge. I kiss down her body quickly, reach her legs, and she resists a little. "Hey, I've only got 1:30 left! 1:29, 1:28." She smiles, completely relaxes at this point and I go down on her. She's moaning and seems to completely forget that she's late for work. At two minutes, I say "my time's up. Ready to go?" She shakes her head, and I continue for a few more minutes until she begins to shudder and comes, hard.

I give her a moment to come down, say "NOW it's time to go to work." She gets up, gets dressed, and drives me to the bar to get my motorcycle. I promise her breakfast next time, when she's not in a hurry.

Text from her a few minutes ago: "You should have bought me breakfast. I had to go to CVS and buy pizza bagel bites..."

My reply: "I wanted to, but you were in a hurry! It's only fair that we both get to eat..."

And at this point we're discussing our next meetup.

I love highly intelligent cute girls. I'm really looking forward to our next meetup when I get back in to town.

Lessons learned: I need to stop using alcohol for confidence to make a move; I need to make a move faster, especially when it's obvious there's attraction; I really need to come up with a better/smoother response to "I'm not going to fuck you" and "you're short".