This is one of the most fun meets I’ve had, which is why I’m posting it. Broke a lot of “rules” but I think that’s the point - when you start to operate from “feeling” out a situation as well as following a gut instinct, and reading the signs correctly.
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Background
About a month ago I matched with a girl on Coffee Meets Bagel, let’s call her “Silvia.” We quickly traded numbers, started texting in a very direct to-the-point manner. For about four weeks or so I asked her out for coffee once a week, and something would always get in the way. For one, we live only twenty minutes apart, but she was not willing to come to my area unless on a weekend, and I was not willing to go to her area on a weeknight - I felt I need to use my time more wisely and have girls meet me near wherever I already am, rather than going out of my way. I’ve been traveling every weekend for the past three weekends, and prior to that we had an afternoon coffee meet planned on the only weekend I was in town during October, but I flaked on that because she wanted to meet in the big city that day instead of my area - saying she had plans later - and I figured the logistics were not worth the effort.
Fast forward to this week - I invite her out for coffee again, and she says that she’s down to get some on a weeknight if it’s in her area. Figuring that stalling is getting stupid, we agree to Thursday night in her area. I changed our plans to drinks, and she picked a place.
Meet, First Spot
I met her around 7:25pm, 25 minutes late. She was sitting at the bar with a drink already there - she’s a Chinese girl from the mainland who has been in the US for about three years, got her Masters in California this year and moved to the East Coast just four months ago. She had a cute face, but with a bangin’ body - skinny and toned. Our styles matched - she had eccentric fashion with some dark edge.
Now, I had just gotten with a different new girl the night before - so my confidence on THIS night and my “state” was very good. Basically, I was just looking to have fun with no expectations - and that’s how I approached the meet with Silvia. I was SUPER laid back and chill, just having fun and not being aggressive in the least.
Very early on we were just talking about where she’s from, what I do and what she does, travel and her life in China, and over time I noticed that her body language was VERY good - slight lean in, she was in a 2:00 position relative to the bar so that our legs were almost touching, and her vibe was just generally fiesty and tough, but still flirtatious.
Very early on she downed a drink in like one minute, while I just sipped on mine. She then got another one, and chilled on that while we talked.
Somehow the conversation turned to my job, and she asked me to “design her dream house,” soon after which she pulled out a napkin and took a pen, starting to design it entirely herself. She started to describe how she wants a beachfront property in Mexico with a massive three story house with three kids and two dogs, and she needs to meet a really wealthy man to be able to achieve this dream. It sets up a frame used later.
This place closed at 8, so that forced us to go elsewhere since we were having fun, and I could tell by her body language that she was into me. At the bar I asked her if she had food at her place - she did - and said let’s just go there and eat - nope! She then picked a Tapas place a ten minute drive away. I told her I’ll drive.
We left the bar and I told her to put her hand in my arm, she complied immediately. Right off the bat she asked a couple of questions, and my answers:
Why are you on a dating app? <to see what’s out there, meet some cool people>
What are you looking for? <I just go with the flow, see what’s out there and I’m open to whatever it turns into>
Second Spot
We got in my car, she had a couple of bags with her, and I actually parked in a bad spot and got a parking ticket
but fifteen minutes later we relocated to a different area, further from her home.
The tapas spot was a pretty brief stop, we were there for maybe twenty minutes. We ordered a steak tapas dish and a pitcher of sangria which mostly I drank.
The conversation was getting stale at this point - basically, it was time to pull or go home (in retrospect). Our body language her was very coupley - I had her sit right next to me, and I put my arm around her waist to scratch the other side of her hip, which she then took and interlocked her hand into that hand as my arm was still around her.
So far so good.
The Fun Begins
It was around 9:15 at this point and I was getting tired, so I told her that I’m gonna head back and she can come with me, or I’ll just drop her home. She rebuffed my offer to go to mine, as well as when I suggested that we go to hers, so we left the tapas spot hand in hand and got in my car. I started driving to her apartment, following her directions and arriving around 9:30.
Honestly did not care if the night continued, or if she wanted to hang out longer. I was tired.
Interestingly enough, I pulled into her apartment complex and at this point she started going through the motions of saying goodbye, goodnight, etc, inside the car but didn’t actually leave the car. In fact, she was stalling getting out. Hmmmmm…
I knew she was into me, so I went for the kiss while she was in the car. She complied with a giant, wet, sloppy kiss, and then came back for more. We made out for a little while.
But now the fun really began. She started to ask me what I’m looking for with her - I gave some very vague non-answer - and then she stated that she’s in the US because she’s looking for a husband to marry and have kids with before her visa expires, because she wants to be an American citizen. Then she said that she knows I’m only looking for sex or something not serious, and she’s only looking for something serious, so this is probably not gonna work out because she knows I don’t really like her. She also asked me if I have Asian fever (LOL).
I think if this happened a year ago, I would have quit at this point. But now, hey, fuck it, let’s have some fun with this!
I started to play along with her - first accusing her that she has “white fever” which she nodded her head to in agreement, and then proclaimed that she’s going to find a nice wealthy white guy to marry and have beautiful children with. She then again proclaimed that she needs to find something serious, because she wants to get married. I said back “OK cool, we’ll get married. In fact, let’s go get married right now! Let’s take a plane to Las Vegas.” It was too far, but I came up with the perfect solution - Atlantic City. Let’s go to Atlantic City RIGHT NOW, and get married.
She played right along into this. At this point, because we were still in front of her apartment but she wasn’t getting out, I told her she can either get out and go home to sleep, or we can start driving to Atlantic City right now and get married. We created an entire false narrative around this - how we’re going to get married for two years and only two years, and it will be an agreement only legally, and we will get divorced right after that so that she can have her permanent citizenship but also be able to date other American guys. Then we talked about our children - we’ll have three children in two years, including a set of twins, and they’ll be absolutely gorgeous with green eyes.
Then, because she still wasn’t getting out, I just told her we’re going to Atlantic City, and I started driving. Then, she told me “yay, we’re getting married!” and took one of my hands, grabbed one of my rings off it, and putting on a wedding ring. I actually switched them out and gave her one that fit better, which she held onto on that finger all night. First we stopped at a Burger King right next to her building so that she could go to the bathroom - and she took all her bags with her and my ring, and then she came back. I again gave her the option - your apartment is right there, do you want to go home, or go to my area with me, or go to Atlantic City? And she said, enthusiastically, “let’s take off tomorrow and go to Atlantic City” and I replied “OK!” I started driving.
And then somewhere along the way it hit me - what if I just start driving to my house, but tell her that we’re going to Atlantic City? Fuck it, let’s do this - I’m driving to my apartment but I’ll say we’re going towards AC.
She knew we weren’t headed to AC, but didn’t do anything besides trying to to derail this a couple of times:
“Omg, am I being kidnapped? We’re going to your house? I’m going to call 911” <to this I actually replied “babe, say it whenever you want and I will take you home immediately, but right now we’re going to Atlantic City.” She never protested to this.>
“Let’s go eat ramen in New York City”
“We’re not going to your house, right? I’m definitely not going to your house.”
“Omg I’m soon hungry, lets go to New York and eat something.”
Twenty minutes later, we were in my area. I parked and she got out and followed me up to my apartment with some casual conversation.
My Town
At home I offered her water or beer and then asked her if she wants to smoke some weed. She was down for beer and weed, so I poured us a beer and got some green. We were flirting and continuing on this whole marriage narrative, talking about all our future plans, while making out heavily time to time. She was very physically close to me, but whenever I started moving my hands near her pussy as I was making out with her she would push my hand away and slap my hand or my chest. Haha, this was so awesome. So fiesty, I love it. Then she started to proclaim things like “I’m a good girl” and “I won’t have sex before marriage, let’s go to Atlantic City and get married” and other such things. Still was resistant to my escalation.
Then I smoked and blew it into her mouth, then made out with her. This happened a few times. She chilled out a lot and became way more sensual and quiet, and started to really get into the make outs. This was the cue - I took her hand and led her to the bed, and laid her down on her back and got on top of her. All our clothes were on.
In bed, she shit tested me like none other. I was escalating and slowly All kinds of questions came up that tried to stall what I was doing:
“Hey, I told you, no sex before marriage.”
“You asked me for coffee every week for four weeks, why?”
“Why do you like me? Tell me! Tell me! Tell me! Why do you like me?”
“Are you a player?”
“How many girls are you sleeping with right now?”
To each of these, I didn’t respond AT ALL - I just smiled and kept doing what I was doing. And slowly, but surely, my hand was going into her panties and fingering her (she was SOAKING wet), and taking off her clothes, one step at a time.
At some point she just submitted and let me take her, and started passionately and aggressively making out with me, then fucking me.
It was a long hour or so of very passionate sex - she took me like a champ and even though we started out very slow and gentle, by the end we were getting into some pretty rough and aggressive fucking.
After this I gave her some clothes and we went to grab some late night food a short walk away. She was holding my hands like a couple the entire time. Though we were still engaged in it, the whole “marriage” narrative was starting to fall apart, and we were quieter but talking about other things and vibing more like friends. Twenty minutes later, we walked back home.
I gave her a choice - I could either drop her off now and she can sleep at home, or she can sleep here and I’ll drop her off around 5:00am so that I can start getting ready for work. She asked me for PJs - she’s obviously staying - so instead I gave her just a shirt and she slept with no underwear.
Did one more round before sleeping, a quick one since she was really sore, and then we passed out spooning.
Next Morning
We woke up around 5, did one more round, and then I told her to get ready. She was much more chill and mellowed out in the morning. Left my place at 5:20, I dropped her off at home around 5:40, then drove back and parked my car and was home by around 6:15 or so. We talked about hanging out again on Monday the next week.
Text response the next day was good.
Saw her again this week.
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Background
About a month ago I matched with a girl on Coffee Meets Bagel, let’s call her “Silvia.” We quickly traded numbers, started texting in a very direct to-the-point manner. For about four weeks or so I asked her out for coffee once a week, and something would always get in the way. For one, we live only twenty minutes apart, but she was not willing to come to my area unless on a weekend, and I was not willing to go to her area on a weeknight - I felt I need to use my time more wisely and have girls meet me near wherever I already am, rather than going out of my way. I’ve been traveling every weekend for the past three weekends, and prior to that we had an afternoon coffee meet planned on the only weekend I was in town during October, but I flaked on that because she wanted to meet in the big city that day instead of my area - saying she had plans later - and I figured the logistics were not worth the effort.
Fast forward to this week - I invite her out for coffee again, and she says that she’s down to get some on a weeknight if it’s in her area. Figuring that stalling is getting stupid, we agree to Thursday night in her area. I changed our plans to drinks, and she picked a place.
Meet, First Spot
I met her around 7:25pm, 25 minutes late. She was sitting at the bar with a drink already there - she’s a Chinese girl from the mainland who has been in the US for about three years, got her Masters in California this year and moved to the East Coast just four months ago. She had a cute face, but with a bangin’ body - skinny and toned. Our styles matched - she had eccentric fashion with some dark edge.
Now, I had just gotten with a different new girl the night before - so my confidence on THIS night and my “state” was very good. Basically, I was just looking to have fun with no expectations - and that’s how I approached the meet with Silvia. I was SUPER laid back and chill, just having fun and not being aggressive in the least.
Very early on we were just talking about where she’s from, what I do and what she does, travel and her life in China, and over time I noticed that her body language was VERY good - slight lean in, she was in a 2:00 position relative to the bar so that our legs were almost touching, and her vibe was just generally fiesty and tough, but still flirtatious.
Very early on she downed a drink in like one minute, while I just sipped on mine. She then got another one, and chilled on that while we talked.
Somehow the conversation turned to my job, and she asked me to “design her dream house,” soon after which she pulled out a napkin and took a pen, starting to design it entirely herself. She started to describe how she wants a beachfront property in Mexico with a massive three story house with three kids and two dogs, and she needs to meet a really wealthy man to be able to achieve this dream. It sets up a frame used later.
This place closed at 8, so that forced us to go elsewhere since we were having fun, and I could tell by her body language that she was into me. At the bar I asked her if she had food at her place - she did - and said let’s just go there and eat - nope! She then picked a Tapas place a ten minute drive away. I told her I’ll drive.
We left the bar and I told her to put her hand in my arm, she complied immediately. Right off the bat she asked a couple of questions, and my answers:
Why are you on a dating app? <to see what’s out there, meet some cool people>
What are you looking for? <I just go with the flow, see what’s out there and I’m open to whatever it turns into>
Second Spot
We got in my car, she had a couple of bags with her, and I actually parked in a bad spot and got a parking ticket
but fifteen minutes later we relocated to a different area, further from her home. The tapas spot was a pretty brief stop, we were there for maybe twenty minutes. We ordered a steak tapas dish and a pitcher of sangria which mostly I drank.
The conversation was getting stale at this point - basically, it was time to pull or go home (in retrospect). Our body language her was very coupley - I had her sit right next to me, and I put my arm around her waist to scratch the other side of her hip, which she then took and interlocked her hand into that hand as my arm was still around her.
So far so good.
The Fun Begins
It was around 9:15 at this point and I was getting tired, so I told her that I’m gonna head back and she can come with me, or I’ll just drop her home. She rebuffed my offer to go to mine, as well as when I suggested that we go to hers, so we left the tapas spot hand in hand and got in my car. I started driving to her apartment, following her directions and arriving around 9:30.
Honestly did not care if the night continued, or if she wanted to hang out longer. I was tired.
Interestingly enough, I pulled into her apartment complex and at this point she started going through the motions of saying goodbye, goodnight, etc, inside the car but didn’t actually leave the car. In fact, she was stalling getting out. Hmmmmm…
I knew she was into me, so I went for the kiss while she was in the car. She complied with a giant, wet, sloppy kiss, and then came back for more. We made out for a little while.
But now the fun really began. She started to ask me what I’m looking for with her - I gave some very vague non-answer - and then she stated that she’s in the US because she’s looking for a husband to marry and have kids with before her visa expires, because she wants to be an American citizen. Then she said that she knows I’m only looking for sex or something not serious, and she’s only looking for something serious, so this is probably not gonna work out because she knows I don’t really like her. She also asked me if I have Asian fever (LOL).
I think if this happened a year ago, I would have quit at this point. But now, hey, fuck it, let’s have some fun with this!
I started to play along with her - first accusing her that she has “white fever” which she nodded her head to in agreement, and then proclaimed that she’s going to find a nice wealthy white guy to marry and have beautiful children with. She then again proclaimed that she needs to find something serious, because she wants to get married. I said back “OK cool, we’ll get married. In fact, let’s go get married right now! Let’s take a plane to Las Vegas.” It was too far, but I came up with the perfect solution - Atlantic City. Let’s go to Atlantic City RIGHT NOW, and get married.
She played right along into this. At this point, because we were still in front of her apartment but she wasn’t getting out, I told her she can either get out and go home to sleep, or we can start driving to Atlantic City right now and get married. We created an entire false narrative around this - how we’re going to get married for two years and only two years, and it will be an agreement only legally, and we will get divorced right after that so that she can have her permanent citizenship but also be able to date other American guys. Then we talked about our children - we’ll have three children in two years, including a set of twins, and they’ll be absolutely gorgeous with green eyes.
Then, because she still wasn’t getting out, I just told her we’re going to Atlantic City, and I started driving. Then, she told me “yay, we’re getting married!” and took one of my hands, grabbed one of my rings off it, and putting on a wedding ring. I actually switched them out and gave her one that fit better, which she held onto on that finger all night. First we stopped at a Burger King right next to her building so that she could go to the bathroom - and she took all her bags with her and my ring, and then she came back. I again gave her the option - your apartment is right there, do you want to go home, or go to my area with me, or go to Atlantic City? And she said, enthusiastically, “let’s take off tomorrow and go to Atlantic City” and I replied “OK!” I started driving.
And then somewhere along the way it hit me - what if I just start driving to my house, but tell her that we’re going to Atlantic City? Fuck it, let’s do this - I’m driving to my apartment but I’ll say we’re going towards AC.
She knew we weren’t headed to AC, but didn’t do anything besides trying to to derail this a couple of times:
“Omg, am I being kidnapped? We’re going to your house? I’m going to call 911” <to this I actually replied “babe, say it whenever you want and I will take you home immediately, but right now we’re going to Atlantic City.” She never protested to this.>
“Let’s go eat ramen in New York City”
“We’re not going to your house, right? I’m definitely not going to your house.”
“Omg I’m soon hungry, lets go to New York and eat something.”
Twenty minutes later, we were in my area. I parked and she got out and followed me up to my apartment with some casual conversation.
My Town
At home I offered her water or beer and then asked her if she wants to smoke some weed. She was down for beer and weed, so I poured us a beer and got some green. We were flirting and continuing on this whole marriage narrative, talking about all our future plans, while making out heavily time to time. She was very physically close to me, but whenever I started moving my hands near her pussy as I was making out with her she would push my hand away and slap my hand or my chest. Haha, this was so awesome. So fiesty, I love it. Then she started to proclaim things like “I’m a good girl” and “I won’t have sex before marriage, let’s go to Atlantic City and get married” and other such things. Still was resistant to my escalation.
Then I smoked and blew it into her mouth, then made out with her. This happened a few times. She chilled out a lot and became way more sensual and quiet, and started to really get into the make outs. This was the cue - I took her hand and led her to the bed, and laid her down on her back and got on top of her. All our clothes were on.
In bed, she shit tested me like none other. I was escalating and slowly All kinds of questions came up that tried to stall what I was doing:
“Hey, I told you, no sex before marriage.”
“You asked me for coffee every week for four weeks, why?”
“Why do you like me? Tell me! Tell me! Tell me! Why do you like me?”
“Are you a player?”
“How many girls are you sleeping with right now?”
To each of these, I didn’t respond AT ALL - I just smiled and kept doing what I was doing. And slowly, but surely, my hand was going into her panties and fingering her (she was SOAKING wet), and taking off her clothes, one step at a time.
At some point she just submitted and let me take her, and started passionately and aggressively making out with me, then fucking me.
It was a long hour or so of very passionate sex - she took me like a champ and even though we started out very slow and gentle, by the end we were getting into some pretty rough and aggressive fucking.
After this I gave her some clothes and we went to grab some late night food a short walk away. She was holding my hands like a couple the entire time. Though we were still engaged in it, the whole “marriage” narrative was starting to fall apart, and we were quieter but talking about other things and vibing more like friends. Twenty minutes later, we walked back home.
I gave her a choice - I could either drop her off now and she can sleep at home, or she can sleep here and I’ll drop her off around 5:00am so that I can start getting ready for work. She asked me for PJs - she’s obviously staying - so instead I gave her just a shirt and she slept with no underwear.
Did one more round before sleeping, a quick one since she was really sore, and then we passed out spooning.
Next Morning
We woke up around 5, did one more round, and then I told her to get ready. She was much more chill and mellowed out in the morning. Left my place at 5:20, I dropped her off at home around 5:40, then drove back and parked my car and was home by around 6:15 or so. We talked about hanging out again on Monday the next week.
Text response the next day was good.
Saw her again this week.
