I noticed her in an artistic dress while waiting in line at Walmart. It had been two months since my last attempt to strike up a conversation due to Covid-19, but I thought, “Why not? I just feel like talking to her.” I began with a compliment, saying, “You look really nice.” I also admired her artsy dress, and I even asked if she had designed it herself.
Soon, I could sense her giggles and the way she gently fanned herself with her hands, which hinted at her interest.
I didn’t push the attraction too aggressively; instead, I focused on exploring engaging topics and delving deeper into our conversation. To achieve this, I asked her questions and encouraged her to elaborate whenever she mentioned something intriguing.
After about 7-8 minutes of conversation, she hesitated and said, “Well…” which suggested she might want to end our chat.
I gracefully interjected, mentioning that I should let her be but expressing my interest in getting her contact information to meet up for drinks another time.
I sent a follow-up text that evening around 8 p.m. and received a quick response. Throughout the following week, she consistently replied to my messages within 10 minutes, even if I hadn’t texted in hours.
She also kept bringing up sexual topics which I took as Beta Bait, but a good sign to ask her out.
The problem is that there are no bars near us that are open and I am currently moved in with my parents due to Covid.
I spent a frantic week thinking of possible solutions and came up with this: I would get an Airbnb for a night, buy a half tent and chairs, and take her up to a mountain place I know with a beautiful view of the city.
Not my ideal situation since I would be out $100 if I failed, but it was the only chance I had.
I offered to drive her to the mountain but she insisted that she drive herself since I am a stranger.
This would be terrible logistics since the place she lives is closer to the mountain than the Airbnb I was able to get.
I chose to invite her to meet me at the Airbnb, hoping she would be more likely to allow me to give us a ride in person.
She did, and I drove us to the mountain.
At the mountain, I set up the chairs in a secluded spot with my speaker, snacks, whiskey, and half-beach tent. I followed the flow of the conversation, allowing her to talk. And she was talkative about herself.
Whenever she said something that I was curious about, I asked her an inquisitive question about it, challenging her to defend her statements.
If I liked what she said I complimented her, if I was curious I continued asking questions, if I did not agree I told her.
I stayed mostly silent, savoring my whiskey, aiming to unwind after a challenging week. The outing wasn’t solely about getting intimate; I’d been eagerly looking forward to unwinding and enjoying drinks all week.
Whenever I went silent for too long, she would ask me a question about myself. I would answer it plainly and it would spark a memory thread for her and she would be off talking about it again.
At that time, I thought she was interesting, I liked listening to her talk. I decided at one point that I needed to touch her, but I could not get close because we were two camping chairs. So I played some dancing music and asked her to teach me to dance. We were dancing, grinding, and holding each other.
After the song ended, I saw the sparkle in her eye and went for the kiss.
I had her sit for 15 more minutes, and then I suggested, “Let’s go back to my place, it’s not far from here, and we can do a personality quiz.” She didn’t know it was an Airbnb.
Back at the Airbnb, we drank more, talked more and I made a move.
The first move on the couch she playfully pushed away but the second one, she keenly accepted my invitation to the bed. Then, we took the personality quiz after we got out of the shower.