Vasilisa is a cute 22yo with long blond hair. She dances ballroom like a goddess, and that’s how we met in the first place. She is a six on ORS, and if not for a somewhat rough facial features she’d be a seven.
We’ve met slightly over a year ago and went on several dates, but it didn’t work out. At some point I called to invite her to another date, and she said she was busy and had no idea when she’d have time. Knowing that the medium is the message and this is basically the end, I told her to give me a call when she has time, fully understanding that such a time will never come.
Fast-forward six months later, I get a style upgrade, go on a lot of new dates and generally become much more relaxed. We meet at a dancing event when I’m feeling my best — in a really good state, with a positive vibe. And in this state I tell her that I’m leaving the country and wish her all the best. The words didn’t really matter as it all was in the subcommunication, and it worked. Next week she invited me for a cup of coffee, I used some mild to medium kino, and she was really into it.
Fast-forward several more months, I’m back to Russia and we meet again. And after several months away from the motherland I’m totally nuts. Being deprived of female affection for long really does have some benefits, and this time I’m caressing her inner thighs, smelling her hair, and generally enjoying the moment. Some 15 minutes into it and we kiss, but without any real enthusiasm on her part, which takes me aback. Apparently I’m not yet good at figuring out when it is a good time to kiss, so we don’t proceed to a proper makeout.
After that we spend some time walking in the park, I press her against a handrail of one of the bridges there, my hard dick against her ass. She’s very embarrassed and talks non-stop, and I don’t go for a kiss feeling that something’s off. We part with a kiss. Next day she sends me a text starting with “Hi, you Vlad the Maniac!”
Throughout the whole process she was acting progressively more and more embarrassed, so I’m thinking she doesn’t have a lot of experience with men. I’ve never heard of her dating anyone, and she seems to be very religious. Which is cool, as the more cock a woman has had, the less likely she’s to stick to any particular one.
And then her flakey nature kicked in. I wasn’t able to schedule another date, so when she flaked twice I just said fuck it, and told her to give me a call when she’s done with her stuff. I was too busy approaching anyway.
One week later I send her a ping text and get a very positive reaction with a lot of smileys. Three days after that I invite her again, and she calls me back the day before the date and flakes. Again! At this point I just want to kill this girl, so the following dialogue takes place:
Her: Sorry, but my grandma is still here, so we cannot meet tomorrow.
Me: Any conter-offers?
Her: Er… No.
Me: It’s the 3rd time I’m inviting you, and I don’t think this is OK. Do you even want to see me? [This question is a beta tell, doh!]
Her: Well, I cannot really discuss this now, can we postpone this talk?
Me: That’s an easy yes-no question. What’s so difficult about it?
Her: It’s just difficult! Really, I cannot discuss this now.
Me: OK. Good luck with your personal life. Goodbye.
Minus plate. And another lesson in emotional control.
I have no idea what went wrong, but my take is that either I’m totally misunderstanding the situation and she’s fucking somebody, or that after being alone for so long she just feels comfortable with the way things are, and intimacy is a lot of stress for her. If the latter is the case, then I definitely could’ve handled it better, adding more comfort and deeper emotional connection.
Anyway, there are other plates to spin.
