Day 1: The Green Mango
There was pretty much only one good venue for sarging: The Green Mango. Koh Samui wasn't the PUA's Utopian dream, but then, not many places can claim such a title. And besides, isn't it our personal duty to make "it" happen?
Oracle: Är du svensk?
HB_Crazy: What?
Oracle: Are you Swedish?
HB_Crazy: No, I'm from Israel.
I've moved my hand from her shoulder to her arm during the opener. As she reciprocated kino by touching my arm and standing close enough to convey attraction, it quickly moved to her waist. Predictably, she unconsciously reciprocated that kino too. Small kino steps are transparent - girls don't break continuous escalation except when it transitions to sexual kino (the fun parts: boobs, butt, pussy). However, they may prevent kino from occurring if it hasn't done so early enough - and early enough is right from the beginning.
We've talked for about 3 minutes, about Sweden, Israel, the fact that she is from Russian descent and born in Russia (imagine the beauty of a Russian with the attitude of an Israeli!). I then tell her to come with me to the bar for a drink. She tells me she has to inform her male friends first, so I say "OK", take her hand, and let her take me to them. Meeting her three male friends may sound like a probable way to lose her, but that erroneous assumption is based on the false beliefs that guys have cockblock power. On the one hand, they aren't attention whores like most girls in clubs, and so they don't actually spend half their nights looking to recollect everybody. On the other hand, most guys are some girl's orbiter, so there seems to be a reason to worry. But their lack of cockblock power come from another logic: guys can't block without revealing their own romantic interest for the girl. They cannot damage your game without jeopardizing their own chances, and as you may know, selfishness is the most reliable incentive. So I don't have to hope for them to be nice to me because they happen to like me, I can rely on them acting in their own best interest, and for that reason, not trying to cockblock (don't get me wrong though, orbiters will try to make your life harder whenever they can without damaging their own opportunities). She tells them we're heading to the bar in Hebrew.
After ordering a drink, I take my favourite isolation position: each of us on a bar stool, facing each other at close distance, her legs between mine. The position gives me enough degrees of freedom for pretty much anything relevant to comfort: If I want to be more intense ("pull"), I can put my hands on her knees, or put hers on mine and then my hands on her hands. If I want to be less intense ("push"), I can lean back or against the bar on my side. If I want to be neutral, I can put my hands on my own knees, always talking at proximity since we're sitting close (that you are sitting close should implicitly be because it's "loud" in the venue, it's not something you explain as it would then be obvious that you are in fact using loudness as an excuse!).
She's very talkative, more so than I am unless I either use routines or talk about what truly fascinates me. I used to implicitly believe that men need to be extroverted and take a lot of social space to become more attractive. As the years went by and my glowing desire to be every woman's desire, every man's wish, cooled down into an indifference about what others desire, I realized there was a certain - in the words of close friends and PUAs - "calm/quiet confidence" over me. Today, the phenomena is obvious to me: the calmness and lack of need to exert my presence reveals precisely how genuine my unreactiveness is. Unless someone is socially interesting - hot girls included - that person isn't sexually interesting (exceptions apply if I'm hammered). It works that way not by my conscious will, but by those of my emotional incentives. Most people talk about confidence as something you have to build, that it is a mental property you acquire. To me, confidence is the lack of nervousness and discomfort (where there is pressure). Hence, in my view, it's more like the lack of some mental properties (insecurity, nervousness, reactiveness), not something you acquire. If anything, it's about what you don't feel, not about what you feel.
She's not the calm type - she's hot, spicy, energetic, loud. I'm more cold, ambiguous, calm, relaxed. She is fire, I am ice. But make no mistake about it, it is precisely this difference that makes things interesting, because not only do we have different personalities, we also have different preferences. I'm drawn to fire, she is drawn to ice.
I explain the rules of the question game and we play it. The fact that she isn't asking me very sexual questions suggests that it may not be a good idea to attempt to close tonight. Of course, one must always leave the door open should the opportunity arise. However, there is a difference in creating opportunities versus taking given ones. The logic is obvious: try to sleep with a girl that wants to be special to you before she feels special ("qualified"), and she won't feel special. In fact, not only that, but she will feel selectively unspecial: like you've chosen her because she seemed particularly easy to mack. If you haven't figured it out yet, that will dramatically lower your chances of closing. I'm not saying you should always wait until you are almost sure to hit it home. In fact, even pressure can work to your advantage - because it creates fear of loss, but also because it may actually convey a lot more interest than you think - and this report will make the point clear. Reality can be a mess, as you are about to discover.
After an hour in the bar, I pull her to the dance floor. By then, one of her male friends has lightly interrupted our isolation by entering to check that she's OK. He talks to her for a minute, then takes off. I don't try to befriend him, nor do I try to ignore his presence. I simply wait, and she resumes the conversation with me as he leaves. I want to know how she knows the guys she's there with, so we talk about it. The one checking up on her is her best male friend. The other two are friends of theirs. There doesn't seem to be any potential threat there, but to safeguard, I throw in "I think he likes you. Yeah, probably more than you think." I don't want to come across as jealous either, so I leave it at that. I've made her more aware of a dangerous scenario, and would he start acting weird because of jealousy, she would now be able to figure out why quicker.
On the dance floor, we shake and escalate, but the dancing comes to a abrupt end as we start kissing instead. I like to be standing still on the dance floor with a girl, firmly holding and kissing her while she is slightly moving her body to the rhythm. Ice and fire. After some more kissing I lead her back to the bar and we continue talking.
A little later, the place is about to close down, and there's another one opening up at the same time. I want to continue the night and get to know her better, so I suggest we all venue change. She complies, but her friends are going home and she doesn't know the way back, so she wants to follow them first and then meet up at Sound Club. We exchange phone numbers, and I introduce her to Styx and our two female pawns.
The pawns. They were actually a 2-set we gamed in Bangkok, and our intentions were to close them. After a long night out with venue changes and splitted isolation (Styx with the friendly alpha female, me with her shy submissive friend), I asked my girl the only thing that mattered to me that night:
Oracle: do you want to go home with me?
A quick glance at her friend revealed that she needed her approval.
HB_Crazy: we'll see, I don't know yet.
Oracle: are you coming to my place? They can go to your place.
She looks at her friend. Her friend says no. Mine doesn't protest. Neither do I. Time to get some precious sleep.
After that night, we decided they would be more useful to us as pawns than targets, in part because they weren't that hot, in part because they weren't that interesting. And so here I am, and they are fulfilling their purpose.
The fact that HB_Crazy is taking a round trip home first implies something she doesn't know yet: she's very unlikely to come back tonight. This I know from past experiences. I don't know what the given reason is going to be (perhaps sleepiness), and I can only make qualified guesses as to that the real reason is going to be (probably a combination of safety concerns and sleepiness). But the reasons do not matter. I already know she likes me, that we will see other again, and that it won't be tonight. I kiss her goodbye, indulge in some alcohol, and fall for the temporary temptation of making out with my pawn (she never saw me kissing HB_Crazy, and assumed we were just friends. I didn't care to correct her assumption). I get the inevitable text that HB_Crazy won't return. The given reason? Her male friend isn't feeling well.
Day 2: Same Same, but Different
We text each other and decide to meet up again at the Mango. The pawns have left the island and Styx doesn't want to go out. I decide to meet up with HB_Crazy around midnight, although she doesn't know I'm coming alone. I want her to figure out on her own that I went back just to meet her again, and the only way she'll appreciate that investment will be by figuring it out once we meet. When you tell someone something you are in essence giving away two pieces of information: the content of what you are saying, and the fact that you wanted the other person to know it. From her perspective, the fact that I would want her to know this fact would most likely be because I was trying to motivate her to see me again. The irony then, is that the best way to only convey what you want - without conveying the fact that you also want them to know it - is by doing so implicitly (through the context in it becomes obvious anyway). Sometimes, of course, you want them not just to know something, but also that you want them to know that you wanted them to know, in which case you should state the facts directly. In this case, it boils down to what comes across as desperate and not.
Just before midnight, I am alone drinking a beer in the Green Mango bar. To my left is a couple that have been together for too long, apparent by the fact they never kiss and barely kino. To my right is a Thai prostitute that pretends to be shy so I will open her. In front of me is my cold, delicious Heineken. HB_Crazy texts me to let me know they're arriving a little late.
I don't get to finish my first beer before the hooker opens me with "cheers", although it's not a good one - she's holding a can of Sprite. I guess real professionals don't drink when they work. It's a good idea, but together with the fact that she's alone, it gives away her carrier choice. She's good. She talks about her family, especially her sister. This is interesting because in Koh Tao, I had the privilege to live in a brothel, right next to six hookers. I took the opportunity to get to know the ones that spoke English, and I was somewhat surprised by how easily they talked about their families. I think it's because it highlights their humanness, which creates more rapport, and presumably reduces the risk of being assaulted. This one will be my pawn tonight: she will be my social company when HB_Crazy comes in.
After that, I will have to ignore her and focus my attention on the most interesting girl I've found in Thailand, HB_Crazy. So there we are, me sitting on the bar stool, HB_Crazy standing between my legs, touching me, kissing me. I exchange some words with her male friend, which seems to be feeling better tonight. The undercover prostitute is waiting for me to return the attention, but it will take another minute or two before she gives up.
By that time, we are in full conversation. She asks me where my friends are, I tell them they didn't go out tonight. She asks me if I'm alone, i remind her that I had a charming prostitute while waiting. She laughs, I smile, we kiss. We spend the night together in the bar, and tonight her friends are leaving us alone. I tell her that I like her male friend.
After the place has closed down, I suggest we head down to the beach. She agrees. I don't intend to close her tonight either, because my intuition tells me some important things:
- she likes me a lot: consciously or not, she sees me as LTR material
- she wants me to like her in the corresponding way: as LTR material
- she isn't accustomed to have sex with guys this early. Doing so would violate her self image, which may lead to later problems. I want develop this into a FB relationship, and giving her post-coital tristesse isn't to my advantage.
The conclusion is both obvious and intuitive: I go for the close, she resists the final escalation steps, she feels I don't think of her the same way, she lowers her compliance level to see how much I'm willing to invest before I give up, I have to work uphill. It's a trap.
So instead, we walk along the ocean holding hands, occasionally stopping to watch the waves and kiss. Yes, it's romantic yet casual. Then we sit down on a sun chair at a quiet spot, start kissing again. I can feel her body responding in a sexually inviting way. It's telling me to seize the moment and escalate. My body agrees, and I end up fucking her on the sun chair. There's no cushion on it at this time of the night, so it's not comfortable at all. My knee is scratching up really badly, and after a while I can feel blood dripping down on my leg. It's going to leave a scare there, forever reminding me of this beautiful moment. The thought justifies the pain, and I continue in the same pace. Afterwards, we jump into the water naked, watching the sunset. We decide to head up before the first hippies come down for their morning cleansing bath. I escort her home, then go back to my place for a good morning of sleep. I don't know what got into her, but I know this isn't typical for her, and that means less predictability. Will she have post-coital tristesse and rationalize this as a mistake, or will she embrace the serendipity of having met me in Thailand, creating a worthy memory of this night? I am hoping for latter, but I also refuse to help her make that choice.
Day 3: A little bit of Everything
Next day, we meet for dinner. Styx joins us. It's the first time we meet outside of a clubbing context, and she's as talkative and interesting sober. After a delicious meal of Mexican food, which she has never tried before, we head down to the beach. There doesn't seem to be much night life there, so Styx heads home. We take a seat on a quiet place on the beach, sharing a water pipe. We're both very tired, but the naturalness in the vibe creates a feeling of mutual connection, further reinforcing our bonds.
Later we head back to her place to see if her roommate (her best male friend) needs the shared key. They are having drinks before going out and we join their company. Although exhausted, we head back to the Green Mango with her friends, perhaps more to be close to one another than anything else. We both give up early, going back to our respective places for sleep.
Phuket: Connection
By coincidence, or so it seems, we are all heading to Phuket on the same day - we by bus, they by plane (but only her and her male friend, the other two are going home). She has already told me she's going to text me once she gets there, and I receive her text while on a minibus to our destination. Unfortunately - or perhaps fortunately - I ran out of credits on the bus, with no possibility to top up. That means she'll have to wait at least another 4 hours before I reply, and before that happens she will have assumed I've arrived but not answered - we are behind schedule, and she doesn't know that. I like the idea because it may reveal some things about her interest through leaking signs revealing fear of loss. Will she invest more by writing again, or even calling? The answer came after about one hour: she called, her well thought out first line being "hi, I just called to see that your still alive and have arrived". To translate into relevant information: "I am giving you a reason for calling so I won't come across as needy, have you arrived?" - precisely the bonus revelation (and to a lesser extent, investment) I wanted. One cannot accurately base a girl's interest levels on one IOI, but by combining them together, I have the big picture - she likes me a lot, she misses me, and she wants to see me again soon. But don't worry! There's plenty of excitement coming in this FR, otherwise I would not have written it!
We meet the next evening to check out Phuket's night life, which amounts to legions of prostitutes filling otherwise empty bars and dance floors. On our way back to the hostels, she tells me she wants me to sleep at her place but can't have sex with me. I ask her why, she tells me it's because she has promised herself not to for a couple of days. Why? Because she's never slept with someone that early on before, and although she doesn't regret it, she needs time to mentally digest it. In a nice and clear way, I tell her I'm not going to sleep in the same bed as her then. Why? Because I find it frustrating to sleep next to someone I'm attracted to when sex isn't an option. Although true, here's a more productive way for you to look at it: Because I don't help girls to make me feel gay.
The most fundamental criterion by which a man should judge a woman's behaviour was given to me by yusha.p: if a girl makes you feel alpha, it's good. If she makes you feel gay, it's bad. I'm still fascinated by its unshakable truth and simplicity.
Now, you don't have to be a genius to figure out that sex withdrawal feels gay. My instincts work that way, and from experience I've learnt that it's almost always best to take actions that are congruent with these emotions. The question then, is which congruent actions to take?
Let us first discuss what this issue really is about. It is about her testing to see how much I like her - as opposed to how much I only want to sleep with her - and to find out, she'll do the obvious thing: spend time with me, withholding sex, and see if how much I'm willing to invest. The logic is that if I only care about sex, the cost of spending a lot of non sexual time won't justify the benefit of having sex. On the other hand, if I do care about her for more than sex, I will be willing to spend (more) non sexual time since it may not be so much of a cost then. I don't feel gay because I can't have sex tonight - that I think I can survive - but understanding what I just told you, that is, understanding the reason why she has promised herself not to have sex for a couple of days, that is what creates a negative response in me, and for good reasons.
I like her, and I do enjoy spending a lot of time with her outside the bedroom. However, it isn't a dichotomy from my perspective: without social time, I don't get to know her better in some important ways. Without sex, in some others, but more importantly, I feel gay. Gay because to her, I could be the guy she's not so attracted to, but would rather keep around for protection, company, and even favors. In short, she may be trying to turn me into her provider (consciously or not, it doesn't matter). None of that is probably true - she is just looking for more non sexual investments from my part, to see that I like in a non sexual way too - but the feeling of being that person to someone is, to me, completely unacceptable, totally uncompromisable.
The dilemma then is that we can't both have what we want, since it's hard to both have and not have sex. Furthermore, one benefits from the others loss. You may think the universal solution is to compromise, but that wouldn't work for me, since I would lose more by doing so than by leaving her. Of course, I could try to persuade her into having it my way (directly or indirectly) but for reasons that will become obvious later, that would remove the whole point. I am left with only one option it seems - to give her just that little bit of time my patience can endure, then, if we aren't having sex, end our relationship. The prospects of getting a good ending to this situation is further diminished by the realization that all my attempts at escalating are likely to be met by defiance, lowering my own motivation to solve the situation. I don't like to fix what's broken, I like that which doesn't break easily.
Girls oftentimes complain that you don't see their point of view, but how often do they try to see things your way? They won't even try unless you require them to, because they have become so comfortable with guys accounting for their emotions, never asking for the same thing back. So demand it, and if they don't think it's fair, what have they got left to offer you but years of manipulation and degradation?
So, in a means to persuade, why do I not try to help girls see my perspective? After all, through understanding comes sympathy, and through sympathy comes agreeableness. It makes all the sense in the world to discuss things, and try to solve them together. But not this time. In essence, this field report is about the dilemma of not getting what you want by trying to persuade, which I hope will become obvious by the end.
I keep her company back to her place, then head back to my.
The next night, I go out without her. Late at night, I text her to let her know I'm out. She's staying home, feeling sick.
Fast forward another night, I'm out partying with Styx when she calls and wants to meet up. I tell her where I am, and she tells me she's going to be there in about half an hour. One and an half hour passes by, and I'm getting sleepy. I decide to head home without informing her. Twenty minutes later she calls while I'm in bed.
HB_Crazy: You're an asshole.
Oracle: However you like me.
HB_Crazy: You could have said something before you went home.
Oracle: You said half an hour. You came more than an hour late.
HB_Crazy: Bla bla bla asshole
Oracle: Are you coming over now?
HB_Crazy: Haha. Yeah.
She comes over, and she's horny. She wants sex, and we have sex. No LMR. Seems like there is still hope.
I get sick the next day. Being on long term vacations in Thailand, I drink and smoke more than is healthy for me, and sometimes I have to pay the price of such extravagances. HB_Crazy isn't always in top shape herself, and the next week contains some sex but mostly non sexual activities, such as going around Phuket on a scooter, seeing concealed beaches and local suburbs.
On our last day in Phuket, we book a joint trip to Phi Phi Island, then head to the cinema for a calm evening. With respect to sex, the moment of truth again comes at the crossroad that separates our hotels. Just by the fact that it's not obvious whether she's going home with me or not, after almost three weeks together, I know something is wrong. Or to be more precise, I know something is far from what I want it to be. I'm running short of patience, and the inevitable is about to happen. She tells me she's tired and wants to get sleep. Refusing to persuade, I simply reply "OK, good night" and turn around to leave.
Koh Phi Phi: Final Showdown
On phi phi, we have rooms next to each other. On our second day, after lunch, we are all taking a rest in our rooms. I head over to my dear neighbor, invite myself in, and start kissing her. She seems to like it, and I am blatantly obvious about my intentions. I can still feel some inner resistance from her side. I ignore it in order to not get turned off. I start fingering her, which works for a while, but then she tells me she thinks we should "go do something". I lose attraction completely, leaving the room. She comes over after a few minutes to see if I want to do something, I tell her that I want to read my book. The mental energy I am exerting to keep myself from bringing up the issue is as enormous as my frustration. You may think I'm making things hard for myself. You would be right, but for the wrong reason. I am making it hard for myself by still seeing her, not by refusing to bring the issue to the table. This is because from from my perspective, attraction cannot be requested, it must be given. Otherwise, it loses its meaning, and the meaning is the value of receiving attraction - in knowing that for the sender, it's an involuntary response to your presence.
After a couple of hours resting, I go into her room and repeat the procedure. It's a success in the sense that we're having sex, but a failure in the sense that I the attraction has lost much of its meaning. I want the sexual frame "yes, fuck me, give me all you've got!", not "okay, lets do it if you really want to". Considering sex is mostly psychological, as opposed to physical, it doesn't give much satisfaction.
My patience is over. This needs to end, but before it does, I am going to learn everything there is to know about this situation. By doing that, my frustration would have been worth the trouble.
After dinner, I walk into her room. I lay down next to her, first initiating a casual conversation.
Oracle: I came here to talk to you about us. We aren't having a lot of sex, and it's because you are holding back. Now, I want to know why.
HB_Crazy: You know I've never slept with someone this early before. I liked it but I also feel bad about it. I always see the guy for a long time first, so I know he's serious. With you it's different.
Oracle: To me, it feels like you're not attracted enough. So what's the point with seeing each other?
HB_Crazy: Hey that's not true! I'm very attracted to you, really. Every morning when I wake up I want to have with you, but then it feels like you only want sex and I lose my appetite for sex.
Fueled by my selfish quest for insight, I manage to hide the contempt I feel inside. I calmly ask her the relevant question:
Oracle: So you want me to pretend to not want sex so we can have sex?
HB_Crazy: No, no. Listen. You've been with many girls. You know that we want sex as much as you do. We just don't want to feel bad about it.
Oracle: The general case for male-female differences doesn't matter here. It doesn't change the fact that I don't get the attraction I want to have from you, and I'm rationally ignorant to the rest. All I care about here is how happy I am in this relationship.
HB_Crazy: But I am attracted to you! You know what.
Oracle: I judge you by what you do, not what you say and don't show.
HB_Crazy: You know what. I'm happy you brought this up. It makes me trust you more. Now I understand you better.
Oracle: I don't think you do yet. I've felt this way since we got to Phuket, it's not a new feeling.
HB_Crazy: So why didn't you tell me back then?
Oracle: Because attraction cannot be begged for, it has to be given. Otherwise, it loses its meaning and value. I don't want someone who sleeps with me because they think they are giving me something in return for my company; I want someone who cannot avoid sleeping with me because their attraction to me overwhelms them. If I can't have that with someone I like, I don't want it. And now that I've told you this, how can I know whether you will sleep with me because you are truly attracted to me or because you are making a sacrifice for me? I don't want someone that is with me because of a compromise, I want someone that wants me for their own selfish, uncompromised values. I want to be their match in its own right, just as they are my match because of my selfish motives. I would never sleep with someone out of pity for them, and the only thing that could possibly be worse is if I allowed someone to do it out of pity for me.
HB_Crazy: But you have to compromise sometimes. You can't tell me that you never compromise with people. Then you would never could never have a relationship.
Oracle: Oh yeah, I compromise all the time. When I buy food, I give something that is valuable to me in exchange for something else. If I would have it my way, I would get it for free or even charge them for cooking me food. But attraction is different in that a girl offers no value is she cannot offer mutual enjoyment, and so there is nothing to compromise about anymore. You don't compromise and buy things you don't want, and you don't sacrifice time for a relationship that isn't making you happy.
Reflecting upon the fact that all that needs to be said has been said, there is a long silence in which we process the information.
We're lying in bed next to each other, and she rolls up on top of me. This is the "redemption through connection" part, which will end in make up sex if I comply. Considering what the problem is, that is the last thing I want. She tries to kiss me, but I turn away.
Oracle: Not now. I don't feel like it.
HB_Crazy: Hey! Don't ever say that to a girl you like.
Oracle: And why would that be?
HB_Crazy: Because it makes me feel unattractive, like you don't want me.
Oracle: Firstly, do you really think everything I do is to make girls happy? You should know me better than that. I serve my own happiness, not yours. And secondly, how is your feeling of being unattractive any different than mine? Why do you expect me to make you feel attractive by kissing you, when you are withholding sex and thus making me feel unattractive? I want to know, how is that different in any way that I should care about?
HB_Crazy: It's not.
I see the calmness in her eyes. The insight hit her at the moment she realized that I must like her a lot to feel this way, because that is precisely what she just felt from her point of view. But I am not looking for mutual redemption. I am looking for the epitome of my ideal in flesh and blood, and I don't think I am looking at her right now.
Oracle: I'm going to get ready for tonight.
HB_Crazy: Okay.
I head back to my room, getting ready for clubbing.
To her, this discussion brought us closer than ever. To me, it has brought us further away. Why? Because for her, understanding for one another takes precedence over the incompatibilities it may shed light upon. As previously mentioned, the idea is that problems can be solved if we begin to understand one another. To me, the situation looks different. Understanding our differences means to realize a deep difference in our values when it comes to relationships, a difference that isn't worth compromising for. The expression "let us agree to disagree" would then be the most we could hope for. That hope seems lost, considering she thinks our relationship is strengthening, whereas I don't. But then, it takes two to tango, but only one to end the dance. Understanding is a bonus, but far from a necessity. To rephrase the first sentence of this paragraph, the situation has brought her closer to me, and me further away from her.
That night, I am winging Styx in a 2-set for an hour and a half. HB_Crazy comes in every now and then, but I don't give her much attention. I still like her, but I want some time off. By bringing up the problem of her not showing enough attraction, I have deprived her of her chances to satisfy me. I have taken away the only move she could make to undo the damage, because it was simply no longer worth the wait.
Around 1 o'clock, I'm tired and decide to go home. To avoid the trouble of having a "you're an asshole" discussion, I text her a message letting her know I'm going to bed. Naturally, she's pissed off since I've been ignoring her all night, and it's not obvious at all whether she will reply or not. Does it give any interesting information? Intuition suggests that a reply would entail that she's giving more than I am because she cares about our relationship, and presumably, more so than I do. A no-reply would entail that she's not willing to invest more when I am investing less, opening up the possibility for a break up. The matter is complicated by the fact that we humans sometimes bluff, and that, we do for one of two reasons. We may pretend to be either less or more interested than we truly are. Hired guns notwithstanding, girls rarely bluff interest. They simply don't have any reason to, because they have relatively few short term gains. However, they have all the more reason to fake disinterest, to evaluate men's willingness to invest. So faked disinterest, when spotted, is not just interest, but an actively doing something in the hope of getting more interest back. Considering she knows she's pushed my patience to its limits, she has everything to lose by bluffing disinterest now. She's going to be here soon. Realizing this releases a smile on my face as I'm about to fall asleep, and, lying in my state of lowered consciousness, I can hear the distant sound of someone knocking on my door. She comes in.
Oracle: Did you get my message?
HB_Crazy: Yes.
Oracle: Didn't you have fun out there?
HB_Crazy: Yeah but I'm tired too.
She looks at me. The instability is manifested in the physical distance that separates us: we're not even touching each other. But I don't fear losing what I don't value nearly as much anymore. The alternative - to seek out a new girl, is becoming increasingly tempting. I close my eyes, almost falling asleep.
HB_Crazy: Do you want me to leave?
Oracle: No.
HB_Crazy: You've ignored me the whole night.
Oracle: Yes, I have.
HB_Crazy: Why?
Oracle: Because I needed a break from you. You are taking up too much of my energy.
HB_Crazy: Why am I taking your energy?
Oracle: We've already talked about it today. You understand me perfectly well now, and I understand you. There's nothing more to say.
HB_Crazy: No you don't understand me then!
Oracle: Try me.
HB_Crazy: Okay, how do I feel about this situation?
Oracle: You are attracted to me. You want to have sex with me often, but then you feel as if it is the only thing I want, and you lose your attraction for the moment. So you don't have sex with me often.
HB_Crazy: Yeah.
Oracle: Good, we're done then. I understand you perfectly well.
HB_Crazy: But I feel differently now. I trust you more.
Oracle: Now I see the problem. You don't understand me yet. Because you now know how I feel, and that makes you like me more, I can no longer tell whether you like me for the right or wrong reasons.
HB_Crazy: But you can make a judgement about it. You can try. If you look I know you will see the difference.
Oracle: I have given you so many opportunities to show it to me before. You never took them then, so it doesn't make sense to believe you would now, weren't it for what you now know.
HB_Crazy: Look, I know what the problem is. It's silly. We have been going around in circles. I didn't want to have much sex because I sometimes felt you were distant. And you were distant because you didn't feel i was attracted, because I didn't want to have as much sex. We were both stupid. The situation was stupid.
Oracle: I'm too tired for this now. Lets go to sleep.
HB_Crazy: Okay.
The next day, I take a shower alone and get ready to go to an internet café and eat lunch. She meets me outside my door.
HB_Crazy: Are you going to an internet café?
Oracle: Yes:
HB_Crazy: Can I come?
Oracle: sure.
HB_Crazy: Should I...
Oracle: Yes, bring it.
HB_Crazy: You knew what I was going to say.
Oracle: It's a good idea. We'll do it now. That way, we'll both have all the photos of each other and we won't need to trust the other one to send them.
She fetches the camera cable, and we start walking without hand holding.
HB_Crazy: Are you going to be an asshole today too?
She is smiling. I smile back.
Oracle: No, not today.
I take her hand, and we walk out to another sunny day on the beach.