Not that long ago I was a clueless beta. Looking back at my relationships with the lens that game provides, I would say I was a greater beta on my better days. Oh, I could raise my game and quite often did with positive results that were always a bit of a surprise to me. I say they were a surprise because I had no idea what I was doing and I thought I was approaching women the same way every time. The typical girl I would end up in a relationship with was an HB6. My highest was an HB8 and I’ll be honest and admit to ending a dry spell with an HB3 (at best, ugh, a cold shiver just went down my spine). You can’t really call a 3 an HB, more like an UB3. I don’t recommend an UB3, this one was so grateful that she was like an annoying stalker/groupie who wouldn’t go away.
I recall one HB7 that I met at a house party while in college. Initially things went well, and I even kiss closed her that night before getting cockblocked by her harpy roommate. We had two more dates where I proceeded to destroy all the attraction that I had built up, but I am getting ahead of myself.
This particular house party had a Hawaiian theme. Lot’s of plastic leis and tropical drinks. Think liberal white people caricature of Polynesian culture. Anyway, I had several leis around my neck and was surveying the crowd drinking my beer when I see her. Short, petite, long blond hair, and perky breasts. There were several AFCs around her and she looked bored. I walked up to her and said something like, ‘You look like you need to get laid. These guys aren’t going to help you out. Here.’ At first she was startled, but then I proceeded to put a plastic lei around her neck. That got a laugh out of her, so I continued, ‘follow me.’ We moved around the house to different locations, chatting, drinking and socializing. We ended up finding a secluded location where we made out for a while. She was a great kisser. Things were looking good until her roommate (an UB4) showed up, drunk off her ass and pissed that guys were not giving her the time of day. HB7 asks me if I can walk her and her roommate back to their place. I agree. This is mistake number 1, but hey, my parents had raised me to be a ‘nice’ guy.
I waited a couple of days and then called HB7 to set up a date for the following Friday night. We set a time and place and I came and picked her up. Mistake number 2: I took her out to dinner at a nice restaurant. After dinner we went back to my place to ‘watch’ movies. In reality it was another make out session. I got her into the bedroom, and here was mistake number 3: Failure to escalate. Oh, I got my hands under her shirt and on her ass, but that’s where I stopped. She wasn’t stopping me, I was. I was naive enough to think that she would ’somehow’ indicate what I could and could not do. I know, very stupid. Pathetic. Ah well, if you don’t make mistakes you can never learn.
We had a third date a couple of weeks later, but she had already moved on. She told me that she was going to some ROTC formal with a future Marine. That guy was more man than I was at the time. I was relegated to the friends category. It took me a couple more weeks beyond that to figure out that she wasn’t really interested in being friends either. I chalked it up to random chance at the time instead of the beta kiss of death.
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