I spotted her in the chips aisle at the Walmart closest to my house. She was tall with frizzy hair, and she was wearing a mask. I decided to approach her, and our interaction followed a pretty standard pattern.
I used a stack and shared a story, which seemed to captivate her. Light teasing was thrown into the mix, and surprisingly, she was quite talkative, which I found comforting. However, at the end of our conversation, she threw me an unexpected curveball.
She insisted that we exchange Instagram accounts instead of phone numbers. I decided to go with it and got her Instagram. Later that night, I messaged her, and she responded almost instantly with emojis, showing positive engagement. We continued messaging casually throughout the day, but she was reluctant to switch to phone communication.
To build more comfort, I suggested we have a phone call, and she agreed. We talked for about 30 minutes, although I can’t recall much of the conversation because I was quite high. My goal during the call was to build enough comfort to eventually obtain her phone number, and this mission was a success. She gave me her phone number, and I wasted no time in sending a date request.
I decided to take her to a lake I enjoy visiting, but the date was somewhat awkward. She gave off an insecure vibe, which made me a bit anxious. Nonetheless, I let her do most of the talking and tried to keep the conversation flowing, although it was somewhat stilted. As darkness fell at the park, we were informed by patrol that we had to leave.
I suggested going back to my place to pick up my scooter and visit a skate park. She agreed, and we headed to my place. However, I started feeling tired and decided not to go to the skate park after all. The date wasn’t going well, so I asked her if she wanted to watch a show.
To my surprise, she agreed, and we ended up in my bedroom watching Schitt’s Creek. While watching the show, I made two attempts to kiss her, but both were rejected. I remained composed and kept watching, but she continued to ask me about my past sexual experiences.
Frustrated with the repeated questioning, I finally disclosed that I had been with more than ten girls. I know it’s not recommended to share numbers, but I was just trying to focus on the show, and she had asked multiple times. After the kiss rejections, she asked indirectly about the size of my genitals.
This conversation took a strange turn, given her previous rejections. I suggested she could touch it, but she insisted that I tell her the size. After I did, she said, “hmm okay, I’m going to use the restroom.” I was confused but decided to continue with the escalation game. When she returned, she surprised me by saying, “Okay, let me say something kind of intense. I feel like kissing is too intimate, but I’m down for all the other stuff.”
I realized she wanted to hook up without getting too intimate. I agreed to her terms, and that’s how I secured lay number 10 from daygame.