Just divorced after 10 years of marriage. So fresh, I just moved into my new place today (boxes still everywhere). Singed up for match.com about three weeks ago. This story is about the second woman I met on match. This is prior to reading the Game or anything else about pick up artists. Feel free to be mercilous and point out every single place I blew it - I know some of it, but not sure about other places.
Match.com part:
HB: Looks to be a partially insane but potentially highly fun 46 year old cougar. Also looks hot for a 46 year old (I'm 40, so not totally off-putting and I figure what the hell gotta start somewhere). She "winks" at me.
Me: Email, call, blah, blah, blah. Set up meeting for just 30 minutes 'cause I have to be at dinner in city where she lives which is about 45 minutes from me.
I get there and through a combination of good genetics, plastic surgery, and daily exercise, she is actually almost a 10 for 46 year old - translates to about a 7.5 for a 28 year old. So, I'm getting kind of interested. Highlight of this meeting is that she wants to play the "honesty game" 'cause it is a phenomenal way to "build intimacy" Here is the meat of that game.
HB10/7.5: "I'm finally ready to find my soul mate. What do you want in a relationship?"
Me: "A great connection with great sex." Going for the honesty angle.
HB10/7.5: "It is really early for you after your divorce. Are you sure you are ready for a serious relationship?"
Me: "I'm sure I'm NOT ready for a 'serious' relationship, but I think we could have something really good."
HB10/7.5: "Ohhh, and then you'll leave and I'll get hurt."
Me: Some paragraph about how the best relationships I've ever had have ultimately hurt someone - either me or her. But I wouldn't trade any of them even the ones where I got hurt.
I have to leave. Date ends. She still likes me. Wants to see me again. Remember, I still have no house. So, I have to go to her city again for date #2 - The Lobster Dinner.
"The 6:00pm Lobster Dinner"
I tell her I'm coming up in jeans, because I won't be able to get really dressed up. Get to her apartment to pick her up. She is dressed in black boots over her knees, black fishnet stockings, black faux rugby shirt (#7 on back in white) with deeply cut front. She's a blond so this all works well.
As soon as we start heading to my car she puts me in an arm-lock so I'm supposed to "walk her there." I do it.
Get to resataurant. Overlooking water. Get booth looking out window where we can both sit next to each other. 150+ people around us. Fancy restaurant. Lobster coming. She wants to start making out. I feel like I'm in high school out at Friendly's after drinking at a football game, but I do it anyway. She escalates the intensity of the make out sessions. Talk. Makeout. Talk. Makeout. Entire restaurant now enjoying show.
Lobster comes. We eat. Make out. Eat. Her hands up my shirt / down pants. Eat. She mentions that she and her 18 year old daughter talked about me earlier in the day and she promised her daughter she would not sleep with me tonight. I let it go figuring I'll sort that out later. Eat more lobster. Make out more.
We leave and go walk along the water. She recalls the best sex she ever had in the seat in an airplane under a blanket on a night flight and decides she wants to top that with me. I happen to live near San Francisco so she sees the Golden Gate bridge and remembers hearing about someone having sex on the bridge and decides that is what she wants to do [aside: I visit Dallas regularly on business and hope to meet one or two when I'm down there which is why I'm posting here].
I like this bridge fucking idea, but I'm concerned it will get too difficult and I won't get laid at all so I suggest we do a reconnaisance mission and then a practice fuck at her place. She thinks is a great idea, but we can't do it tonight because she promised her daughter. I keep working the idea, but she is determined to go home, keep her promise to her daughter and not fuck me tonight, but is totally into planning our recon fuck where she can fuck me on our next date.
She gets concerned about police catching us. I'm a risk taker so I keep pushing here with a "who gives a crap, we'll talk our way out of it. worst case we go downtown for a few hours. bring on the police."
Drive back to her house mash, grab, make out in car. She is adament about the no fucking this night. I let her go in alone.
I get home and already have an email titled "Golden Moment" where she is thinking about how hot the bridge fuck is going to be.
I am leaving town in 3 days, to go to Hawaii with my not even ex-wife and 3 kids on a trip we planned before the divorce (important that I go for kids) which I told her about in the "Honesty Game." So I figure I've gotta get this recon fuck in before I go. I call her the next day to set up the recon fuck before I leave. She is dodging on the phone and is concerned about my trip, and her soul mate thing, and the "quality of our relationship." Wants to put everything off until "several weeks after I get back"
HB10/7.5: "If this is meant to be, it will be even if we wait."
Me: "I'll call you after I get back."
Been back for a week. Not called yet. Busy practicing game on other women and setting up a bunch of new prospects. Considering what to do w/ her now.
