had tinder date w/ this girl hb 7.5 on Thurs night. no communication prior to date except an opener and talk of mutual friend. then gave her my number, forgot about it. she texts me a few days later. find out she lives in building next to me. set date, no communication until she texts me at agreed upon time with "here."
this all seemed too easy because, while tall, dark, and somewhat handsome, I am 6'1 170 and **** doesn't usually fall in my lap like this.
meet at this old german pub and we grab some moscoe mules. had taken a bit of phenibut the morning of for big meeting at work and could tell my usual anxieties had vanished and convo was flowing well, she was giving me interest.
she starts hammering me with personal questions. deflect the first few but the phenibut + alcohol mix has opened me up for the taking and i begin to spew way too much personal ****.
room mate had picked up shift at bar within 10 min walk so i say lets go we checking out this other place. she follows and date continues to go pretty well, more kino, etc...
prob stayed a little too long and had a little too much. at one point she orders a water and is looking at her phone for first time so im like alright lets leave.
did not k close in the bar-- mistake--
did not close her on walk home-- invited her up to see my wine and girl scout cookie collection and she laughed and said she has to work early. didn't really push it so we hug and I don't even go for K close?
anyways, i write it off as failed attempt and think she was turned off by crazy story i was telling her about a previous weekend I had that involved ketamine, getting kicked out of this house party and endding up naked in friends closet the next day.
no communication till this morning, and lol, she texts me...