I saw her in the club and immediately went to meet her.

Right off the cuff, she said, “I’m not interested in hooking up”.

(Like, I haven’t heard that 1,000 times before).

I responded saying, “Neither am I.”

But with a cocky smirk, smile and tone of voice that actually said, “Oh we’re definitely hooking up tonight.”

She started laughing uncontrollably. So, I took her by the hand and told her to come with me.

Then I looked over to her friends and said, “Well be right back” and began leading her away (crucial point: don’t ask for permission. You’re the alpha male, not them).

Once we were away from her friends and closer to the exit (making it easier for her to say yes to leaving), I began kissing her and inviting her back to my apartment.

She was loving all of it, but for some reason, she wouldn’t come back with me and wouldn’t tell me why.

Then, out of nowhere, she said, “Let me come over Sunday at 3pm!”

It seemed so random and too oddly specific about the time. So, I figured she was lying and kept persisting it happen that night.

She didn’t change her mind, and in retrospect, had I stayed with her longer I probably could have made it work.

But I grew tired of waiting and moved on to other women.

Here are the texts shared right below. She flaked that Sunday, but I made it work out as you can see from the messages.

Excuse some of the cheesiness. These messages are throwbacks and I’m way more refined now.

https://imgur.com/a/0X3ldPW