The Niece pt. 2
We ran back to the club her DJ friend was working. The scene had improved. People were lining outside, and the music was jumping. She introduced me to some of her friends, all in the VIP area. We hung out there, and downed some free drinks.
It may have been some sort of party. Everyone in VIP knew each other. There was a lot of them. The most attractive girls were dancing alone, on top of speakers, free to dance as they pleased without getting approached. In fact, all of the good looking girls stayed in our area. The talent, something I hadn’t seen in DC for quite a while.
We sat down on a long bench on the wall. She put her head on my shoulder while my arm was around her. A club promoting photographer snapped a couple of pictures of us. Great. Now I’ll be on the net, probably looking silly. To my right sat a tall blonde with a bitchy, bored look on her face. I made that observation to the Niece. I felt an excitement inside me, and had to resist stealing a glance.
I was sandwiched between a girl I was on a date with, and a girl that was incredibly attractive. But my feelings for both did not depend on each other. One I was already somewhat bored with. The other was new and fresh.
When the Niece went to the restroom, I made a play. I went with direct questions. She went with direct answers. She was from da Russia, and had been here for a year. Her legs were long, long. I didn’t have much time. My date returned and sat back next to me. Later on while dancing, she made a comment about the Russian, “your new best friend.” Did I stir up some jealousy? It was hard to tell.
But I could tell one thing. Suddenly I wasn’t nearly as attracted to my date as I was when I first met her. VIP, free drinks, that’s what she brought to the table. Maybe I never was that attracted to her anyway. There wasn’t too much to talk about at that point, with the music, and I definitely wasn’t about to try for a kiss in front of her friends. I felt somewhat trapped, unable to ramp it up, even though we were always touching. Thankfully last call came, and we headed out.
“I’ll drive you to your car.” My mind started racing for a play. She lived in Maryland. I didn’t see how to play it. I pointed out how early it was (she didn’t have to work till the afternoon) and that we should keep it going. She didn’t go for it. When she pulled up next to my ride, I knew that it was the end. And even though I knew it would feel awkward I went for a kiss anyway. She pulled back.
“Remember,” she said, “I’m a 4.”
Ahhhh!!! You are still a rook but even seasoned gamers make this mistake. Never kill your sure thing. And kiss her if you feel like it. She brought you around her friends to show you off, she’s trying to take you to the enxt level emotionally, you should take it there physically.
“My date returned and sat back next to me. Later on while dancing, she made a comment about the Russian, “your new best friend.” Did I stir up some jealousy? It was hard to tell.
But I could tell one thing. Suddenly I wasn’t nearly as attracted to my date as I was when I first met her”
^^^This weekend I was at a bar, I said some bullshit about being a photographer(total lie) to this chick, she said “your lying” instantly, Anyway re-framing the situation quickly come to find out it was her birthday(got free 3 free shots) and later on I asked her what gave me away she said it’s the way I said it.
But my point is, the chick could pick up that you weren’t into her anymore. Women are sub-consciously more aware then guys give them credit for. 90% of communication is non-verbal.
The common mistake most guys make in the field (myself included) is that they get greedy, and want it all. I see it all the time. Guy gets/has sure thing sees other thing(chick) makes play, then kills it with one or both of them.
I don’t think she picked up that I wasn’t interested anymore. Her attitude didn’t change throughout the night. She was no different from when I originally met her.
Why did this have to be broken up into 2 parts?
Shit’s not a cliffhanger if there is only a one foot drop.
Where did the “remember I’m a 4″ come from?
I bet Rook slipped ‘she’s a 4′ to the blonde Russian, or said it to someone else in the VIP room. Then it got relayed back to her. Girls are way more socially adept and masters of communication to each other.