This girl was set up for the night immediately after. She set an explicit fwb frame over Tinder. But she was being super inconsistent with her texting, to which she admitted she was bad at. I had to employ double texting strategies and assuming that the date was still going to happen even though she hadn’t been best with responding in real time.

She indirectly insisted that she wanted to meet at a bar nearby first. We meet and she sort of just gives a half assed side hug. I could tell this girl had emotional intimacy issues. She wasn’t giving me the whole story when we were talking and sort of just the bare minimums. She was using my style of game against me. She didn’t really open up much beyond the bare minimum Imo.

She was cool, but also sort of bratty and sarcastic for my taste. I could tell from her vibe she was very much just there for the sex and no regard for a connection. She just wanted us to meet so she could verify I “wasn’t a creep” She finished her beer before me and I said let’s get out of here, to which she was down. Check comes and she insists we split it. I said it was fine, but she said it’s cool that we split it. Head in her car back to my place.

Pour the wine, talk some more. She pointed out that apparently their was lipstick on the wine glass she was sipping on lol. I banged a girl the night before so guess those didn’t get cleaned as well. Made some BS excuse about how we had a party last night. She leans in for the kiss and then breaks by pulling back and asking about my favorite genre I remember saying something like “You’re not gonna make me serenade you to prove it to you now are you” and she said that’s not what she came here for. She asked what I was into sexually. I told her it depends on what the girl can handle. Once I told her, she then said “That’s vanilla” then asked her what she was into and she said the exact same thing! I think she was trying to run this power play of some sort.

Escalate again, make out. Clothes come off. Make out, make my way down and eat her out. Come back up and we get undressed. Blows me, asks if I have a condom. Condom slips on and she gets on top but the rhythm was off. Like it wasn’t feeling pleasurable. Not sure what it was but I bend her over and then lose my boner. Instantly turned off and she said it was a mood killer. She then says she’s gonna leave. That more or less she just came here for the sex. Convinced her to stay and told her it had nothing to do with her. It happens.

She lays down and I start talking to her again. She then starts prize framing when I asked what one of her tattoos meant and she said that it’s “personal” and have to “work for it” and that just because she hangs out with someone doesn’t mean she’s gonna tell them everything. & That she’s selective of who she does tell stuff to. Told her I was the exact same way. I then tell her to sit on my face and she doesn’t proceed to suck on my dick until I tell her to. She does, but then picks up on that I’m not getting any bigger. She decides to get off and says that she’s going to leave.

I was on two tabs of Bluechew tonight. But I think this was a combination of things. I already know what led to her leaving but I’m talking about from my side of things.

1. I banged a girl the night before and wasn’t in the right headspace to have sex again considering I had a lot of sex and therefore wasn’t as hungry for it

2. Lack of attraction from her closed-offness made it hard for my dick and mind connection to work together; psychological