So I met this girl, really rocking HB8, she's a hired gun at a local bar I go to often, we got along. I did a really awesome neg through a facebook message one night, it basically made fun of a bodypart of her, but it was so crazy silly that it made her laugh and it worked well.
Anyways, a week ago I was at another bar up the street, I mentioned I was there and she was welcome to join me and my friends. She was still working, so I bounced home, nothing crazy, little flirtation through txt. Then she text'd me two days later:
Her: What ya up to?
Me: Finishing up some work, should be done by 8. What's up?
Her: Just saying hola
Me: Well, what are yooooou up to?
Her: Consoling a friend who just lost his grandfather.
Me:Man, that's awful. Tell him from one human being to another he has my condolences. Hope everything turns out well.
Her: Thanks dude
It was odd, to say the least, I chalk it up to whatever. Next night, she texts me mentioning she's working at a bar and I should stop in. I didn't get the text till much later so I didn't respond til way late, and told her I would have loved to stop in, but was busy. Left it at that.
Next night, she asks me to join her, she's with 3 dudes who are friends of her. I'm like "sh1t, am I about to be initiated to some LJBF posse?" But it was great because the second I walked in, some random girl (HB6) grabs the hat I have on my head, says she likes it, and puts it on her own head, essentially locking herself in to me. Right in front of the target. So, I do my thing, and I make the other guys friends so they can't AMOG me and I just start having fun. It was actually a great time, I start some Kino Escalation when sitting next to each other, with some back rubbing, she rubs back etc. Right before I leave, this other girl (HB8) walks over and starts chatting me up, right with her next to me. My target acts unaffected so I keep talking to the new HB8 figuring it would only build attraction. Eventually the target and I leave to another bar. Long story short, we're making out, and this is were I screwed up.
We're kissing, and I should have transitioned to a seduction location, but I figured maybe I should build more comfort, which is stupid on my part. So we go to a diner to grab some food (I also felt bad she was so drunk, not comfortable with that). The risk wasn't the comfort, it was I was running into the possibility of being a therapist friend. No good. So we bump out, take a cab to her place, and I suggest that we go back up to her place, she pulls back a bit, I give her some sh1t to act like I was joking to recover, she leans back in and we start kissing again, for a very very long time. She tells me she'll see me tomorrow night, and leaves.
Now, the problem is, I think that not only did I allow the momentum to dissapate, but I texted her the next day, after she texted me:
She texts me about an hour after she left the cab at 3:00am
Her: I had a great time. Sorry I was so drunk.
Me: No worries, had a great time too. (I refer to an inside joke)
Her: (refers to that joke) It wasn't THAT bad!
Me: I actually like that you might have a bad side. By the way, I'm excited I'll be at this gig here. Come check it out if you're not working.
Her: Ya, I'll be working, but have fun!
Me: Haha! (a movie celebrity) stopped by our show!
Her: What!? I'm in love with that man. Bring him here!
Me: haha it was fun, he was there only at the end. It's just awesome that sh1t happens here. You still at the bar?
Her: Ya, It's slow though
I didn't respond because seriously that night I was out drinking late with the guys I'm in the gig with. So the next morning:
Me: Hey Going to the best place for pancakes in the city, wanna join me?
Her: If only I had been awake. Where did you go?
Me: (Blah blah, amazing apple waffles blah. (refer to an inside joke) Have you been?
She's no, but doesn't say I should take her, so I banter a bit, trying to get a solid IO through the text, but can't get one. So the final text goes:
Me: ...And also, the cab driver that night looooved you. It was hilarious.
Her: Haha. What? You were obviously more sober than me. Thanks to you and mr. Taxi driver for getting me home. I don't even remember talking to the guy.
Me: Haha you didn't really, part of what makes it funny. I'll tell you that story the next time I see you.
And that's the end. I figured I'd let her make the next move, and it's been about two days. I am a regular at her bar, so I can always pop in, but I figured I'd at least wait a week. And also I have a pretty good story prepped for when I see her again, it involves negging her a bit, but it ends up funny. I've told a few people and they've all laughed.
But anyways, how do you guys interpret the interaction? Is she waiting for me to move? Am I on the right course? Or just walk away?