(Conversation + Chemistry + Humor)
---------------------------------- = A Second Date
(Drinks)^3
For those that are not mathematically inclined, it bascially means: If conversation paired with chemistry and a little humor (primarily in the form of sarcasm) exists, over three or so drinks (most likely sauvignon blanc), there is going to be a second date. Why? Because I said so. After 10 first dates in the past three weeks, this has worked every time. Just trust me on this one. There are also other mitigating factors, for example, how physical you are with a guy. Which leads me to the second most important equation:
First date + Sex = No Second Date
As much as you want to tell yourself that he really likes you, and just wanted to express how he was feeling, you're wrong. The guy just wanted to get into your pants. Sleeping with a guy on the first date is second date suicide. You might as well have not gone through the whole conversation asking about his family, hopes, and dreams. What a waste of time!!! If you just want to get laid, go to a bar with your girlfriends and hit on anything with a penis. Trust me, 9 times out of 10, you'll hit a home run. If you're looking for something more than that, keep your legs closed. Simple as that. Think you can generate a relationship out of a one night stand? Keep dreaming sister; the faster a relationship starts, the quicker it ends. That guy will be running out of there the next morning faster than you can ask him "So what are you doing later?"
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| Should have kept your legs closed... |
So, you made it through the date and back home without putting out? Congratulations. But, you're only half way there. Now, the key is to keep him interested. And unfortunately, there's no equation to make you any more awesome, so rock what you've got.
After reading this, some of you might be asking... "So wait, you're actually trying to keep a guy's attention longer than it takes to make you to orgasm a few times?" Damn right I am! After about 8 months of the single life, the charade gets old. I can only go to so many events with my engaged/married friends before I start rethinking my decision to acquire yet another FWB. Am I regretting the sex? Absolutely not. But am I slightly regretting the fact that I blew off another potential Mr. Right for a guaranteed hookup? Yup. There comes a point where a woman has to stop thinking with her g-spot, and for me, the time is now.

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