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As I read your posts, I again find myself sharing your sentiments and situation.
Well plenty of girls are there for a good time too so don't not try at all? I used to go with a 'don't force it' attitude (like >>530277 basically) but then I fuck up when I actually need to be decisive. Dating apps (Tinder) haven't helped me tbh, mostly disappointments. Didn't give the other ones a proper try.
I think you are totally capable of seducing. You just have to notice when they are into you (like, even a little bit), and just stay the course, then it happens or it doesn't. I think your way of finding common ground at events is good. I have similar interests to you but I wouldn't usually think to find common ground in the 'everyday' (as the poster I already linked does) because I find that shit to be mundane and unfun to talk about but it seems like for normal people it's not so much the raw, actual 'information' that's exchanged in talking it's more of a...flow that has a certain vibe? Sort of typing as I think here. I'm certain that one CAN have the friendly conversation without it being a (sexual) game. I just am too weird and/or preoccupied with sex because I don't get enough. But it might even be good to consider those conversations as games in the sense Leary wrote about karma games. Friendly games where both can win by cooperating or something.
As for what happened with me, well, sorry this is long but I arrived at this festival knowing just one friend. I met this girl in their group. At first I thought she looked unfriendly, but at length we got introduced and talked a while about music and stuff. I thought she was quite pretty so I had especial trouble looking her in the eyes at first. She acted very familiar/touchy-feely with another fellow in our group, I assumed they were a couple and that we were being friendly. As the day goes on she said "by the way if I'm too much up in your business just let me know" (a proximity thing, which I didn't think twice about since I don't have an issue with it). Later into the evening when the music started we were still talking and I had taken my MDMA, first time, wasn't feeling it. I asked her to share her K and when the little k bump hit me it instantly synergized with the MDMA, made me drop my barriers and act on my visceral attraction to her. I said something like 'hey, about earlier..I think I want you ALL up in my business', she was down, and I was holding her close and caressing her (not too lewd) until the headliner (Tipper) started. She asked me where I was sleeping, I told her just by myself in my tent, I asked and we agreed I could stay in her roomier tent that night (ostensibly because it was cold, my mind was on cuddling). Tipper begins, most of our group takes 2CB (she had a 30mg capsule, I had half of one because of the MDMA). Shit's crazy, we're all dancing separately, taking it our own way. Tipper ends, we walk back with our party hand in hand, I'm very content. We talk some more, now about slightly more personal things, and get ready for bed. She apologizes for having been so messed up on 2CB, remarking how strong of a trip it was (and of course, 30 mg is a lot). I told her she and everything was great and that she and the other guy from before made the night what it was. I insisted. We get in our sleeping bags, she says goodnight, we snuggle up a bit, then closer, spoonwise, and it occurs to me after a minute that I should kiss her. I said 'hey, turn around'. 'Why?' 'just turn around' 'why?' 'because I want to kiss you, you don't have to..'. She turns around, I'm a little nervous of being rusty. I give her a kiss, and think to myself that I don't want to escalate and that we both just want to/should go to sleep. So, it was likely my mistake not having communicated that, I just said "mm, that's it! goodnight" and we sleep nicely but the next day she acted like I didn't exist and was hanging on the previous fellow for most of the subsequent days. It put me in a terrible mood and when I brought it up she said 'I used to think I wanted to be with just one person at a festival but..' and we never really resolved anything even now. I had basically hoped we could continue being foolycooly for the rest of the weekend. The thing that bothers me is that it's almost as though we never were close at all, that it was all just drugs, and that for my pain I would just as soon not have held her or kissed her. I hope it was a matter of communication and how I came off. If we had done any further fooling and she still would bail on me, I would have felt much worse. Two things made this situation worse; one was that another fellow in our group told me he met two lovely Canadian girls but I said that I was still interested in this other girl. The other is that when I got back home, I realized I had seen this girl's pictures on my friend's profile and that I didn't recognize her irl, despite being finding her very attractive in her profile picture and would never have dreamed of being able to kiss her.