I had met this superb girl at a museum only about a week ago.
The kind of girl I like the most: beautiful, very smart, high cultured and quite sophisticated.
If I had to choose a kind of girl, it would be one like that.
We didn't speak much, to be honest.
Maybe just twenty minutes, no more, while she was also with a few friends.
Not the ideal situation to flirt; it was just more like an introduction.
I'm sure she was interested in speaking more with me, but so were her friends and it was impossible to get them away in that situation.
I'm a polite guy and if I'm speaking to a group, I won't ask just one girl for the phone.
It can work out, sure, but you'll leave the other interested friends a bit pissed.
And, if you want a girl bad, better to have her friends on your side too.
So I just said I will find them all in Facebook via the girl I liked.
Good enough.
So I flirted with this girl for a little while online.
It was not long until we struck some serious connection.
Just a few messages and comments and lots of good vibe were enough.
And then we decided to meet up, albeit not in a real date.
We were both planning to attend to the same party one upcoming night, so we thought it would be good enough just to run into each other there.
I was so confident that would happen that I didn't even ask for her phone: I just told her we'll meet there for sure and that there was no need to worry.
After one and a half hour in the party and no sign of her, I did start to get worried.
I had arrived quite late to the party, probably missing her.
I searched even the most remote corner of the club, but my girl was no there.
I was absolutely fucked.
Maybe was she with some other guy? Had she really come? Did I just arrive too late? Don't make those questions: they are absolutely worthless.
One of the great lessons life has given me is not to even think about them.
So while I was going home I was not lamenting but thinking what could I do now.
And I got an idea: it was around 4.
00am, but as soon as I got home I would ask her out on a date for that same night.
Kind of a crazy idea, but I was really hoping it was going to work.
I was so confident that I left the car outside, and my clothes and contacts on.
I went straight to the computer...
I logged in to my e-mail and there it was, her message: "I'm sorry Mario, it seems we couldn't meet.
I looked for you blah blah...
Hope to see each other soon...
blah blah.
" Timed about twenty-five minutes back.
Could she be still awake? My heart was pounding and I lost no time writing a reply.
Let's go out NOW, 4.
30am-5.
00am I pick you up from wherever you are and we have our date.
It's never too late! That's what I told her.
She then signed in to the chat: great.
Is much easier to convince real-time than with a few minutes delay.
She obviously said no multiple times.
"It's too late," "you are crazy," "where would we go," "I'm already in bed," etc.
Guys, never pay attention to that and play your game.
I insisted for a while, with a speech heavy on "magical moment" and "leave it to me.
" Those two, along with overwhelming confidence, make things work out.
So I looked for everything I would need for the instant date: one bottle of red wine, the opener, two glasses and one comfortable blanket.
We were not going to drink much, I was sure.
But the red wine adds that romantic charm to dates that no other drink can.
And so I left, fast for her place, about 40 minutes by car from where I live.
It was fun when I picked her up.
I was dying for an instant kiss, but I knew it was not the moment.
It was not the moment to wail about us not meeting before either.
I just went there with a lot of energy and told her it was great to meet her now and that I was very happy we were together after all.
I drove for a few more minutes until we got to the place I planned to: a premium sunrise-view spot by the river, with no-one around.
We went down, opened the bottle and sat in the roof of the car.
It was an epic win.
I am sure that this girl will never forget that night.
She won't because of the spontaneous, the romantic and the amazing time we had.
We stayed in the roof for hours, speaking, touching, kissing...
It was a spectacular date, one of the best I have had.
And it was all out of the blue and completely improvised.
And guess what: most times these kinds of dates are what really matter.
This girl would have taken me a lot more of work had I not done something so surprising.
I broke the norm and delivered something nice she never expected.
That's where the real seduction is.
You can do this yourself.
Think and live magic, invent.
Give girls experiences they have never expected and only dreamed about.
And you don't need a car or wine: find your edge.
Be different, break the norm.
Girls will love you.