[FR] Met by accident on a bike

This morning I was riding and came to a tricky section, and a girl was slowing down in front of me. I told her to take lead, and she told me to, so I did. When we passed the tricky section I slowed down and said that I was glad we’d gotten through there. She agreed and I asked where she’s going. She said yoga (a good sign) and I told I’d been trying it as a supplement to weightlifting. A little too gay and friendly, maybe, but it popped out. We talked about yoga and I told her to wait at the next light, because I want to get her number.

At the light I pulled out my phone and gave it to her and said that life is like waiting at the light: if you don’t act quickly the opportunity goes away.

A pretty basic interaction overall, but her energy was high. I’ve promised myself that I’m going to stop hitting on women and dating for a while in order to recover myself, but this morning I slipped into old habits, but I brought more energy to the interaction than I have in many recent interactions. When you’ve conditioned yourself to flirt as long as I have, you get used to acting in the moment. She gave me the phone back and I said I looked forward to seeing her and gave her hand a little squeeze. That surprised her. Not sure if it’s in a good or bad way.

She rode off and I caught up to the kids, who’d seen the number exchange. I really ought to hide things better from them, but the moment is everything. Instead of being terrifying, being in the moment has become thrilling.

Yeah, yeah, I know that I wrote about how I almost never write field reports… only to keep writing field reports. If I notice a situation that might have useful learning points for other guys I’ll write about it.

Author: The Red Quest

How can we live and be in society?

6 thoughts on “[FR] Met by accident on a bike”

  1. Great FR. I like it.

    >> life is like waiting at the light: if you don’t act quickly the opportunity goes away.

    Yes. I like that line. And to myself… “no one likes a hesitant man, not even that same hesitant man.”

    >> I’ve promised myself that I’m going to stop hitting on women and dating for a while in order to recover myself
    >> When you’ve conditioned yourself to flirt as long as I have, you get used to acting in the moment.

    I am sure you have your reasons for the former… and may you never lose access to the latter.

    >> I really ought to hide things better from them

    It is part of my personal story that my dad “hid things better” from me, so well, that I learned nothing about mating/dating from him… and had to learn from a bunch of jackasses on the internet. I have a lot of love/respect for those jackasses… I may be one of them… but still, thanks Dad.

    I found out in my late 30s that my dad met my mom doing fairly aggressive cold approach (he was talking to her from another moving car). I wouldn’t even believe it at first, argued with my mom. “It’s not like he put his hands down your pants,” I said. “Didn’t take him long to do that either,” she replied (a little bit bitter about it… they divorced when I was 3). I called my Dad the next day, and he denied it, until I pushed, then the got mad, told me to “be nice to girls” and I told him that was fucking BS… Jesus, Dad… you had skills to teach me, and you deliberately hid them, so that I would “be nice to girls?!” WTF. Way to look just like the rest of bluepill culture. #dadfail

    Turns out my Dad was a player, I just never knew it, as he was also very moralistic about the whole thing — many naturals are.

    But again… I had to spend years in later life, unlearning his “be nice” shit, and then getting a proper education. He essentially handicapped me, in the name of morality. This is an interesting theme in life… where we preach “live small” as a virtue. Something like that.

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    1. I am sure you have your reasons for the former… and may you never lose access to the latter.

      Haha, that’s funny, I just wrote a long blather post about that topic. I don’t think I’ll ever lose the joy of flirting! Not till I die. I’ll be the old man picking the nurse’s tight ass. What are they going to do, arrest a 75-year-old guy?

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