Kissing Makes Me Drowsy. First night out DC with three Russian guys to Tattoo, hip bar hit-or-miss, wallet hit. Circle of power, Greek girl asks if we’re Greek, compliments long hair, features. Half-Turkish me: “Mom’d kill me talking Greeks.” Banter good, light touching ten minutes. Her group guy buys drinks; she turns, no look back. Five seconds max back—I turn, reform circle friends.

Twenty minutes later she returns: “Why’d you stop talking?” “You turned, no look back—conversation over.” Banter resumes; “break up” random reason. “Umm, kinda have boyfriend.” Happy? Yes. Stupid question—if unhappy, wouldn’t mention. Half-joke: “Happy girl talks attractive guys.” Bathroom; friends watch closely. Reapproach later, fun cool guy avoid cockblock. Touchy-feely her. Isolate: “Dark corner?” “Okay.” Grab hand, bathroom hallway, makeout five minutes.

Kissing drowsy state, eyes closed lips search hers. Open slow: she next friend holding arm. Friend yells, “BUT SHE HAS BOYFRIEND.” No comeback state, smile “Huh?” wipe mouth. Friends guard post, snarl me. Get number despite boyfriend, destroyed rep, town trip. Odds low. Most numbers nowhere—always push one-night stand. Hot moment capitalize or gone forever. Cockblock A-team no chance.

Talked few times, no get-out. Greek flag lost. Dating lesson: friends spy, cockblock. Isolate fast, fun frame. Boyfriend mention? Probe happiness, tease. Push physical peak. Drowsy kiss gold; interruptions kill. Numbers backup—in-moment closes king. Bar dynamics: circles power, quick turns. Greek-Turk banter sparks. Hand grab leads; hesitation loses. Game unforgiving—capitalize heat or regret cold number. Experience sharpens radar.