I’m sitting in the airport looking back on a crazy two weeks on the West Coast. Although I was there for a work conference, the trip was pretty eventful:
- I got a ride in a fire truck (with sirens) after calling 911 to save a junkie’s life.
- I had two idates from only five sets in total.
- I smoked weed with a local girl in her car (and drove my convertible rental car back shortly after to catch my flight).
Alas no lays. The opportunity presented itself, though:
I parked my rental car near Palo Alto’s most bustling street, not far from Stanford university. Literally, the first set I see I open: a bustling, big titted girl with a visible “UFO alien abduction” tattoo on her middle.
“Excuse me, your I just noticed your tattoo. It reminds me of that South Park episode with Eric Cartman”. Bingo: she loved the show. About 30 seconds she invited me to get a coffee. Things are looking well. She shows the tell-tale signs of a SDL:
- Tattood when she was 17
- “I don’t do relationships, only casual1”
- “I’m a model” (she was a cam-girl)
American girls prattle endlessly and this girl was no exception. On multiple occasions as we sat on the coffee terrace I had to force her to shut up by cutting her off and switching the subject to keep the interaction on track to nailing her.
After one drink (she had a Margarita), she invited me back to the car for a joint. At than point, I conveyed my intent but she was just soaking up my attention. She didn’t compliment me back or indicated otherwise that this was leading to sex.
Sitting on the passenger seat of her Subaru, I took three puffs of her joint. That’s where things turned south. I stopped doing weed years ago because I don’t like the effect it has on me: I become paranoid, awkward, and lose my social skills. That’s exactly what happened about 15 minutes sitting in her car.
I figured I had to make a move because I didn’t want to keep feeding her attention for free. I ran through the verbal escalation pointing out her preference for casual flings. I thought I had sufficient green/amber lights to go in for the kiss. Bad move: she was a bit surprised by me leaning in, but let me kiss her slightly on the lips regardless.
Shortly after though, she said “Oh I have to meet my friend! Let me walk you to your car”. So that’s what we did. I was still too high to figure out where my mistake was: did I over-escalate or was this girl just a timewaster? Honestly, I still don’t know.
What I remember is spending 90 minutes walking up and down Palo Alto waiting for my high to come down so I could drive home. I felt like one of those homeless2 junkies.
I didn’t get the lay, but I also didn’t catch any STD that day. Overall I’m surprised by how easy it was to stop girls in the Bay Area, and how receptive they were to genuine interactions. I guess dating apps still reign supreme here. But the overall lack of sets makes this a poor city for Daygame regardless.