I had an atypical situation yesterday that was too much fun not to share with all of you. As you all know I promote Direct Game, but last night I went balls-to-the-wall direct (all in good fun.) Let me tell you how it went down.
I got a call from a friend (Kara) asking what I was up to. I said I had just gotten home from shopping with my mother because she had wanted to buy some new plants (truth, I love my mom.) She said cool and was wondering if I would do something for her. I said maybe, depending on how far out of my way the favor would be.
“Well, my roomie met this guy at the bar last night. She was drunk and gave him her number and he somehow weaseled his way into cooking us super at our place tonight. She’s not interested in him but didn’t know how to say no. She made sure he knew that it would just be a friend thing and he agreed, but would you come over and eat with us so it’s not awkward?
“So you want me to come over and make out with your roommate?” That’s what I’m getting out of this.”
“Lol, yes. That’s exactly what I meant.”
“Alright, but you’re going to have to give me a couple hours. I haven’t showered yet and it’s a half hour drive.”
“Just come over now and you can shower at our place.”
“Well I’m already home so I’ll just shower here, but tell your roomie if it’s that big a deal I’ll take another one with her.”
So I shower and show up a couple hours later.
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* “Come in!”
*Try and door is locked* *Wait a second or two* *Go ballistic on the door* “HELP! LET ME OUT OF HERE!!!!!” *I’m just acting like an ass and having fun, I hear loling coming from inside*
Kara opens the door.
Me: “WHAT’S UP?!?”
Kara: “Not much just working on my online class. UGH.”
Me: “Fun. Where’s my new girlfriend at?”
Kara: “In her room maybe? SHAWNA!!!”
Shawna (distant voice): “What?”
I go to her room. Keep in mind I’ve never met this girl before. I know OF her from Facebook so I know she’s cute, and I’m sure she has heard my name, but we have never talked or been introduced to one-another.
“Hey, I’m Cody.”
“Hey! I’m Shawna.”
I sweep her off her feet and kick the door closed.
“Alright, let’s make this quick.”
“What! Omg, no! Kara!!!!!!!”
“Look, I’m usually into this kind of thing but we don’t have time. This guy’s going to be over soon and I still have sh1t to do.”
*Laughing* “KARA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!”
I’ve noticed there are two beds in the room. “Wtf, which one is yours?”
*Still laughing* “KAAAAARRRRAAAAAAA!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!”
“Fine, it doesn’t matter anyway.”
I’ve carried her over to one of the beds. Just when I’m about to throw her on it Kara comes in the room:
“What are you two doing?!?”
“We’re going to have sex real quick. Chill.”
I let her down and they’re both crying laughing.
“This is bullsh1t. I have work to do.”
I go back out to the living room, whip out my laptop, and start doing homework. They both come and sit down. We talk for a while about irrelevant things; I make fun of this guy who’s coming over, blah blah.
By now I have noticed Shawna (HB7) is a real shy girl. She has been sitting on the opposing couch, and I would say whether or not she has been giving me IOIs but I don’t care. I went in with the frame that she was already attracted to me. I never planned on negging because I don’t have the mindset that she is higher value.
I ask her, “Why are you sitting over there?”
“Because you’re intimidating,” She laughs.
“I’ve never met a guy so forward before. Most guys are—“
“—P*ssies? I can be that.” I stand up and pretend like we are meeting for the first time again. I go super AFC: Quiet, high pitched voice, extremely cautious of touch barrier, not confident in the least.
Both of the girls are laughing. I sit back down and so does she, this time on the same couch—the furthest away from me that she can be—but the same couch none the less.
I give her a look and she places a blanket as a barricade between us.
Her: “It’s a security blanket.”
“Do you feel safe?”
“Yes.” She lols.
Over the next half hour we continue to talk. Every 30 seconds or so I would adjust the blanket so it would be less and less in the way. She would look at me.
“Are you okay?”
She would giggle, “I think so,” then smile.
Once the blanket was completely off I told her, “Move closer.” She would, and inch by inch, time after time, until we were eventually touching each other (not inappropriately you sick freaks, I just mean the touch barrier had broken.)
Well this guy comes over and starts cooking supper for everyone. Shawna is in the kitchen helping him and Kara and I are watching TV in the living room. I’m not about this guy so I start dozing off.
When I wake up I see Shawna’s face 2 inches from mine.
“Um, hi,” I say.
She runs away, her and Kara thinking it’s the funniest thing they’ve ever done.
Shawna: “See, how do YOU like it when someone’s in your personal bubble?”
Me: “I don’t mind, really. You should have stayed there a little longer.” I wink at her.
So we eat this guys cooking, which is actually really good. After the meal Kara lets us know that she has to go to the university for a bit to work on trumpet (music major.) Once I realized that the other guy wasn’t going to leave I decide to head home.
I woke up this morning with a friend request on Facebook and you wouldn’t imagine who it was. I didn’t Number Close because I didn’t need to. I’ll see her again, and soon. Hope this sparks some ideas for each of your personal styles and I hope you enjoyed!
p.s. I’m writing this in a coffee shop, working this girl right across from me. I’d write that report too but this one was really long so I’m worn out