Was out with the navy seal team this weekend when I saw a girl with nice eyes.
BB: Nice eyes.
Girl: What?
It was loud, so I made an “I like your eyes” hand gesture, and she thought it was funny, so it was on.
We chatted for a little bit. I did a little Raise my Value style DQ where I talked about how hot my abs were since I’d been working out “like, twice a month. For reals,” then put her hand on them to check them out. She was into it, so I pressed onwards.
BB: Let’s check out yours.
I put my hands on her abs. Physical escalation starts.
BB: I like your style, but my shirt is cooler than yours. (More Raise my Value style DQ)
She pulled down the zipper on my sweater to check out my shirt.
BB: Whoa! If we were in the office, that would be totally inappropriate. I said to check out my shirt, not make me uncomfortable. How would you like it if I just yanked down your dress?
She laughed, then thrust her chest out, as if to say “go ahead and inspect me.”
When a girl does this sort of thing, ie jump rungs on the sexuality progression ladder, most guys try to leap frog right into the make out, which I am generally against. Most of the time this is just a test. A guy who isn’t used to having breasts thrust in front of him will react like a kid on Christmas and wig the F-out. For a high value guy, this is just another day at the races.
I gave the top of her dress a little tug, checked out her rack, then put it back.
BB: I feel dirty. I’ve got to go to confession in the morning now.
She laughed.
Considering the level of physical intimacy she was letting me get away with, I deduced that I had enough attraction that the logistics of her friends wouldn’t be an issue. She told me where she lived, which is a clear indication that she wanted to hook up tonight. Now all I had to do was find a way to tell her we should get out of there.
BB: I should let you know that I’m fine with handling boobs in the club, but I only hold vagina when I get into a cab.
While she had been laughing at all my Ridiculous Comments style DQ, this one she didn’t seem to c are for, and pulled back a little.
Girl: Not interested in you touching my vagina. We’re just gonna be friends.
As with any test, the most important thing is to not get shook. You can recover from most anything so long as you remain non-reactive.
BB: That’s cool. I should let you know, though, that one of the rules for being my friend is I get full vagina access. And it’s a two way street. I’m not gonna be stingy with my genitals. I’m not selfish like that.
She laughed again. Game back on.
I had locked in against a chair, and the physical escalation had gotten intense. At one point we were comparing our boob sizes (hers were way bigger), and pressing our chests together to make “giant mega boobs.” And yes, there was motor-boating.
Girl: Let’s get another drink.
BB: I’ll be totally useless if I get another drink. I won’t be able to fool around with you in a cab if I do.
Girl: Who says we’re gonna fool around in the cab?
BB: Well, I’m not gonna make out with you here. I’m a good Christian boy. Though I should tell you that boobs are my weakness. I’ll do whatever you say so long as you put your boobs on me. I’ll even paint your house.
She then puts her boobs on me.
Girl: Can’t we get one more drink?
BB: I’ve got a better idea. Let’s go get our jackets and get out of here.
I grabbed her hand and led her to the coat check.
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