I'm 25, met this 34 year old ex-model at an afters. I was drunk and off a quarter pill of MDMA so I was full on charisma mode, just a machine saying the right things. Spoke to everyone all night, saw her at like 3am and complimented her look and asked where she's from, and we began chatting.

She's been in the city 10 years, almost guaranteed to have been with a carousel of high-status dudes: actors, DJs, finance guys, whatever. I'm established in the entertainment industry but early on in my career and not rich by any means yet.

Still, we vibed instantly. Chemistry was wild, lots of synchronicities. Our birthdays were a day apart and she was into horoscopes so that played to my advantage. We both had Euro roots and I was able to make references to her country. Within 20 minutes we were holding hands, dancing intimate, flirting, her attention was undivided on me.

I'm objectively a mid tier normie at best lookswise so I felt like a god all night, given that this girl was throwing herself on me, especially since I had some friends around witness everything.

She told me early in the night she was one month out of a long-term relationship and "not looking to date, just friends.” Standard post-breakup deflection. I didn’t push because I'm not looking for anything, told her no labels. I played into the vibe, kept it flirty, light, physical. We were inseparable the rest of the night. Lots of eye contact, dancing close, little kisses, whispered jokes.

Here's when things start going south. I get loveydovey on the MDMA, start complimenting her maybe a bit too much. Telling her she's so sexy, that I'm crushing on her, haven't felt this ways in a while. I go in for a kiss while we dance and she deflects with a cheek kiss and kisses me back.

Then more bullshit hits. My phone died, runs out of battery, first time it's ever happened. My Credit Card chip wouldn’t work with their machine, tap only at the venue. I thought this is where shit ends but she took the lead, holds my hand, takes us and began paying for both our drinks. We find out there's another spot after this, she pays for our Uber and buys the tickets to the next spot. I tell her I'll make it up to her next time, but I definitely feel a bit embarrassed to have her paying for me. At the same time I feel like on top of the world. In the Uber we hold hands, she sits in the middle seat next to me and I got my arm wrapped around her. I was too wasted to remember our precise convos but I know that things were flowing smoothly

We left together from the second place around 7am, it's light out. She offers to Uber us back to hers to charge my phone so I don't get stranded, I think at this point I've sealed the deal. I think the uber ride home she was starting to sober up and maybe ASD was kicking into overdrive. She was less touchy but I kept initiating kino by rubbing her back, whispering in her ear, etc. I went in for the kiss again in the uber and she deflected with the cheek.

We get to her place, her sister is her roommate and asleep, she tells me to be quiet. We sit and talked quietly in the kitchen while her sister slept and my phone charges. She says she's super sleepy and I tell her "Let me tuck you in" (in a joking tone.) She laughs and says it's ok. I try escalating a little in the kitchen but her cat starts meowing and she gets distracted trying to calm it down so it doesn't wake up her sister.

I begin to accept that nothing's probably going to happen, reluctantly book the uber home once my phone is charged but still try to continue the kino. At this point it's been at least half an hour since we drank and I'm coming down from the MDMA and she's sobering up.

Uber gets here, she walks me outside and hugs me, tells me she had a great time and wants to hang out again soon. After the hug I use my hand to redirect her chin towards me (the move has worked before on other girls) and I go for a kiss a third time. Once again she turns it into another cheek kiss but laughed flirtily and looks away. I forget to get her number but have her instagram from before.

I message when I got home (too early in my opinion). I was still drunk, and got a bit soft (mistake #1):

“Thanks for saving me from being stranded with a dead phone, and for a memorable night. It was a pleasure getting to know you, looking forward to seeing you again soon. Will be thinking of you.”

She responds later that day:

“It was so nice to meet you as well, I had fun. We’ll hang out again sometime soon. blushing smile emoji

After this I'm fully sobered up, hungover and coming down from all sorts of stuff so I decide to push pull again and don't respond at all for the next 48 hours since I failed the LMR kiss. Abou two days pass since and I follow up with:

“Wasn’t expecting to find someone like you at that afters, [name]. Nice surprise. How you been?”

It’s now been two days since that last message I sent her. No response. Hasn't viewed my stories, nothing. So I think ship has sailed here, even though all in all the night was great.

What’s more confusing, she followed me on Instagram after the rave but never accepted my follow request back. Her Profile is private. She still follows me to this day, but I’m locked out. Can’t see anything. She’s seen my request by now I'm sure. Just complete radio silence.

My Answers/ Takeaways / Red Pill Debrief from my POV:

Post-breakup women are emotionally volatile. She wasn’t lying when she said she wasn’t looking to date. I just underestimated how closed she actually was. This might've been her first proper night out being slutty and then sobering up and regretting it all/missing her boyfriend all over again

Don’t chase the high of a temporary vibe. Alcohol, music, emotional openness, it all creates synthetic chemistry. What felt like a cosmic connection in the moment meant nothing by Monday morning. I've been starved for that instant connection since my last breakup 6 months ago and admittedly let it get to me.

Instagram games = soft rejection. She wanted the option to view my life, but denied me access to hers. That’s calculated. That’s control. That’s not a mistake.

One follow-up is all you get. I sent a confident, flirty check-in. No double-text. No story-baiting. Her silence is my answer.

I lovebombed her while drunk and on mdma, got a little beta but I've never had the attention of anyone this hot, I was a bit of a late bloomer in general so this was wild. It worked to escalate things in the moment but I probably ended up scaring her off in the long term.

On to the next one. BUt this was the hottest girl I've been intimate with to this degree and this has inflated my confidence, I can't wait for the next ones. I even spoke to one of the friends that was with me that night and he said she was too hot he didn't even bother approaching her. I think that happens more often than you think.

Thanks for listening, and would love to get you guys' input. I'm not even too mad, still riding the high of getting this girl around me all night

EDIT I think the moment my phone died is when shit started falling apart. The dynamics shifted too irrevocably. If the venue still would have accepted my credit card chip it might’ve been salvaged but that probably killed the momentum significantly