I approached a girl who said, “I know you; you approached my friend a while ago.” I responded with, “Really? Nah, it must’ve been some other guy.” All the while, she was distancing herself from me. So, I decided to shout, “What’s my name then?”
For some reason, she turned back towards me—the first time this has ever happened after a “blow out.” She then recounted everything from the previous interaction with her friend. I mentioned that her friend never replied to my text, so I moved on.
Strangely, after chatting for a bit, she suggested we grab a drink. I said, “Sure, but just so you know, I’ll be flirting with you.” She didn’t object, so I proposed a place I knew in the direction of my home.
Technically, we visited the first venue—I added some light leg touches, and she seemed fine with them. Secretly, I was trying to steer us towards the second venue with excuses like “I’m hungry” or “it’s cold outside; let’s go somewhere warmer” or even a long walk to my place. I suggested we take a stroll, and things seemed to be going well.
However, during the walk, out of the blue, she suggested I check out the restaurant’s restrooms along the way. She entered the restaurant and went all the way to the back restrooms, which seemed quite private for intimate activities. In my mind, I thought, “Oh, this is happening.”
She reached the door of the accessible bathroom, and as she was about to step in, I followed closely behind. Suddenly, she said, “No, go to your bathroom.” She stepped out of the accessible bathroom and made her way to the ladies’ room on the opposite side of the room. She spent a long time inside, as it turned out she was stalling.
When she finally emerged, she remarked, “I think you’ll do well over there. You talk to girls. This place would be perfect for you.” It was a subtle hint, leaving me to my own devices. I tried to recover a bit, but my fate was sealed. Eventually, she briskly walked away, leaving me on the street outside the restaurant where we had just exited the bathrooms.
It was a case of easy-come, easy-go. I didn’t put in much effort to get her to join me for drinks, and all I had to do was not mess up. It’s hard to pinpoint where I might have gone wrong, if at all. But that’s today’s story, fresh from the annals of daygame.