This story has been a long time coming. In truth, this girl is the second biggest heartbreak I’ve ever had. She’s also the only girl to ever break up with me. She’s indirectly the reason I came across the Manosphere, which in turn has allowed me to heal. I need to write this, to get it over with and to get it out of my system. Even after writing the initial stages of this post, I had detailed dreams about her. This needs to end. Let the story of Mila begin…
12 months ago, soon after ending it with Video-Clip Barbie, a close friend named Sandra invited me to a cocktail function. I showed up a few minutes before she did, and while waiting for her to arrive, I spotted Mila. Similar to Olivia, it was a bit of love at first sight, though not quite to the same degree.
Mila’s difficult to describe. She’s a dark brunette, medium height, curvy, about a 7.5. She’s athletic but quite thick set. When I first laid eyes on her, there was SOMETHING about her. I couldn’t place my finger on it, but there was something incredible emanating from her. I later ascertained it was her true passion and love of life, which radiated from her. I stood from a distant and watched her, transfixed, as she spoke to a group of a dozen people.
A 7.5 and slightly thicker version of this.
I tried to figure out my options. In a club I would have made eye contact, made a strong signal and sought recognition so that everybody else thought we already knew each other, and then gone in. But at this cocktail function I was the guest of Sandra, and needed to play it carefully. I figured I’d bide my time and run into Mila again later on.
I didn’t. I had to leave without see her again. Still, there was nothing I could have done. I’ve charged into large groups of people before to pick up a girl, but in this scenario it wouldn’t have been right. A couple of weeks went by, and I thought about this girl occasionally. I’ve had that extreme initial attraction half a dozen times in my life, and this was the first time in a couple of years.
Then close to a month later, I was at a bar with a group of people I knew loosely, including one named Robert. I’ll talk about him more in a later post. Suffice it to say that he’s a pathetic excuse for a human being, but our parents have been friends for years so I make it a point to be nice to him. Robert and I exchanged pleasantries and stood near the doorway. Ten minutes later, Mila walked in with three guys. Holy shit. She was so distinctive that my heart jumped into my throat instantly. She walked straight up to me with a big smile on her face, and our eyes met. I gave her a strong smile back.
Note: Strong smiles combined with solid eye contact are SO important. A close-lipped smile will never get you anywhere. You need to make strong indications that you’re interested in a girl to get a positive response, especially from a distance.
Mila hugged Robert, and he introduced her to me as his COUSIN. Shit. This would be interesting. Mila and I began chatting, and within a couple of minutes we sat down together. For the next few hours, the only time we left each other’s side was when one of us went to the bathroom. Our conversation spanned the years of our lives, the adventures and fulfilment we’d experienced, the excitement and passion that we shared for different issues and the things that we still wanted to do and achieve. It was a flawless execution of stimulating and fascinating conversation.
Robert also sat nearby the entire night, but Mila and my legs were touching under the table throughout. Halfway through the night, she added me on Facebook. I added her, though went to the bathroom as I did so that I could put her on a restricted list. I didn’t want her seeing the vast majority of my photos (with a range of stunning girls).
- Firstly, I didn’t need the social proof. I’d already won her over.
- Secondly, I didn’t want her seeing photos of me and super attractive girls and thinking I was TOO much of a player.
- Thirdly, I didn’t want her having too much information about me other than what I (or undoubtedly Robert) would let on. That was something she could discover bit by bit, piece by piece as she earned it.
The first time we made plans to go out, I flaked a short time before. I set the frame so that she was chasing me. It worked, and ensured our relationship got off to a great start.