The instant date kiss close
Last Saturday I was coming home from an intense 8 hour daygame session. I’ve been winging nearly the whole day with my mate in Berlin, with not much to show for it: two instant dates that went nowhere, and not a single strong number. Just as I was about to turn the corner to my street, I spot a dusky Turkish girl walking ahead of me. She had a nice figure and shiny black hair - my type. Am I glad that I did One More Set.
I opened her with my last bits of energy and she lit up: twinkling eyes and a big smile. Her English left a lot to be desired, but I could sense she was on. After a brief set, she invited me to walk along Warschauer Straße. I showed her around the East Side Gallery. I practically rage-opened her, and given her positive response to my directness, I escalated quite fast. I really didn’t care anymore at this point. She gracefully rejected my first kiss attempt, but we met up later for an evening stroll and some hot tea1 at my favorite bar. My second kiss attempt went smooth, and we had a couple of nice make-out sessions before I headed home. I tried to bounce her home for the SDL but she refused with a mischievous laugh.
The prospects for a D2 lay seemed good tomorrow, so I was excited to run some proper Game that I’ve been learning from Heartiste.
The D2
We met up at Sunday around 9 pm. For the first time in my daygame journey, the date actually felt like work. Normally, I genuinely enjoy dating girls2, but tonight I was tired from yesterday’s drinking and today’s intense daygame session. She, on the other hand, was on Erasmus, and was therefore in the mood to party. I was genuinely not in a social mood, but determined to get the notch.
I lead her to the RAW Gelände where we were greeted with a 5 Euro entrance fee at this open-air party bar. I was not having it, and so I bounced her to a nearby bar. The place was nearly empty. Only after having ordered a beer for me and a tea for her3 did I noticed we accidentally stumbled into in a gay bar. Whatever. As I’m starting to wind down from the weekend, she starts nudging me to go party with her: “I want you to take me to Berghain!”.
There was no way in hell I would go clubbing tonight, but I saw an opportunity to create plausible deniability for getting her to my place: “Sure, but you won’t get in like this” I said. “I have some stuff at my place that we can wear.” She pondered the thought of going to my place. Unlike yesterday, she didn’t reject the idea outright. But the desire to clubbing was obviously still on her mind. I felt bad future-projecting something that wouldn’t happen and decided to be radically honest: “look, I’m not going to go clubbing tonight. Let’s drink another tea and watch another movie at my place. You can go party later with friends if you like.”
The LMR starts
She didn’t take it well. Perhaps she genuinely wanted to go out tonight, or maybe she didn’t want to agree to having sex so easily. Either way, she said that she would go party with her friends if I wouldn’t go with her right now. I remember reading about the importance of being non-reactive. “That’s fine” I said. “Let’s get the bill4 and walk to my apartment.”
As we were walking, I felt she tried to pressure me by visibly texting with “friends” to see if she can find someone to go clubbing with. “Just so you know, we won’t be having sex at your apartment!” she said. “That’s alright, we already agreed to me having a quiet evening”. By now I learned to largely ignore what women are saying as long as their actions are clear: she’s following me to my place and responding well to my kino. We both know this is leading to sex. I just have to hold my frame and keep leading her without loosing my cool. Whenever she flipped our her phone, or made a verbal objection to coming to my place, I gave her a time out: I temporarily stopped my flirting and kino without showing any signs of being upset. I maintained a sincere aloofness whenever I she was misbehaving. To my surprise, my non-reactiveness made her soften up and turn more friendly. Near the end of the walk, she was again pleasant to interact with.
As we reached the park by my house, she wanted to sit on a bench. My guess is that she wanted to collect herself before making the final commitment of entering my building. As we sat there, she kept stroking my knee and I was playing with her hair. I guessed she was no longer thinking about clubbing. “I’m afraid that you’re going to pressure me into doing this I don’t want” she said. “No it’s alright, we already agreed we’re not going to have sex tonight”. She smiled and visibly relaxed. We kissed some more.
We got some take-away pizza from the corner Italian and climbed the stairs into my apartment. She was getting visibly excited: she kept grabbing my hand, rubbing my shoulder, rubbing her hips onto mine. We kissed several times along the way. I was watching Fight Club earlier that day and told her I wanted to finish the last 30 minutes while we ate the pizza on my couch.
We never got to the end: after two slices, she moved really close and then aggressively climbed on my lap while we made out. Nothing of the LMR remained. After some furious kissing and grinding, she proposed we move to my bed. And that’s how I got my fourth Turkish notch.