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you—your place, theirs, the backseat of someone’s Buick, etc.). When you feel the time is right, phrase your proposal by framing it as an offer of a different breed—saying “Let’s go home and fuck” can work (and has for me before), but much like tempering your initial approach with a bit of discretion, you’d do better to posit the idea that you should share a trip to your next immediate locale (read: BONE-A-ZONA) for a more innocuous purpose. None of these propositions, if accepted, guarantee sex (because not-nothin’ does that besides verbalized consent), but the honey in question is likely intelligent enough to pick up the subtext of what these suggestions mean. Depending on what you’ve been up to, say, “Do you want to go listen to records/have a glass of wine/make some coffee/smoke a joint at [X SEX LOCALE]?” See what unfolds from there.
    The above proviso works beautifully for one-night stands, which can easily turn into longer courtships/extended engagements if you’re both so inclined. However, though I do not buy the idea that someone forsakes the prospect that you are a person of value that incites prolonged interest if you deign to submit thine precious flesh upon first meeting them, I like to attenuate the mystery if I want to see somebody again. I don’t recommend dishonesty, but it’s worth noting that the majority of the romantic relationships I’ve ever had, successful or otherwise, have come from waiting for at least one more rendezvous before getting more physical than making out. Instead of inviting a new person straight over, I’ll agree to share a cab, but depart alone at my destination instead of continuing a dual ride home or asking them up. I’ll flirt back a bit less aggressively or otherwise insert some distance when a person thinks for sure that they’ve got mein the bag (and when I’m like, “BUT THEY DO—AM I KIDDING MYSELF? THEY ARE A BASTION OF PERFECTION,” I remember that anyone can literally bone any flirtation-mate they want—“leagues” don’t exist as long as you behave like they don’t).
    If I do like them a lot straight out of the gate, I might say, “Sure, we can go out. I think I’m free in eight days?” I have meant this every single last solitary time I’ve said it. That’s because I have a life to lead—meeting a cute person doesn’t have to crown them the monarch of your head. You still have friends to see later that night/some sleep to catch (the taxi goodbye)/a business trip to California to make (Hanukkah-length SEE YA LATER)/or other people to break it off with in order to respect their feelings (the guy who texted me, “Wow your super anti huh,” which no one says unless they are profoundly about it, while I took my time kindly ending things with another person—which I was doing anyway, I solemnly swear). If you would like to stretch this to longer than a night without having to employ these pretenses and have shared a significant deal of interesting and intriguing time together already, just fail to say goodbye when you leave. Nothing incubates a fledgling crush like ghosting out on it.
    If they don’t sleuth you down by the next evening, follow or friend them on social media, or otherwise bat-signal, “Hiiiiiiii thar.” If another day passes, write a brief note: “You have a funny way of saying goodbye.” This is the only subterfuge I am willing to recommend, and only because it works so well. On the off chance they don’t write back, leave it—rejection is the condom of the universe &c. If they do, WE’VE GOT A LIVE ONE HERE. What you do now is all on you, McBeautiful.

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    Online dating can be a laborious hell-venture. It can also get you VERY laid if you simply prod at your cell phone a few times. The latter might sound like an appealing premise, but it’s also one of the reasons that I don’t recommend it unless you live somewhere remote, are queer (homos tend to be more capable at acting like