Whew, where were we last. Back in another part of NC I believe. Moved back to my new home town, and damn it feels good to be back some 1 year later. During that time I dated more girls than any other 1 year period before, and made some new acquaintances though no new close friends. I read "The Game" by Neil Strauss and I believed what he wrote was true for the most part. I just completed my first boot camp in FL and it was life changing. It opened my eyes even more than "The Game" did but more on that later.
I was on the fence for signing up for a boot camp until last weekend when I threw my first real house party at my current pad. I was eyeing a very cute HB7 (hot babe 7/10) black Miller Lite girl who I tailgated with for a college football game the weekend before. At the end of the night it was just her and I on my couch, and she ended up calling a friend (I think a dude) who picked her up after she hugged me goodbye. I stumbled upstairs in a bewildered, drunken stupor and spent the night at the foot of my bed because the room spun too fast when I laid in it.
Two months before that I was all alone for the second time with a white HB9 and being too drunk to do any better asked her directly if she wanted to kiss me (hey, it was in "The Game"). She got up and left. She's competing in a bikini contest tonight after getting back from Mexico Sunday on a free trip for winning...a bikini contest.
My problem is not that I'm unattractive or uneducated or disfigured. It's not that I'm a social outcast. It's that I'm not comfortable with beautiful girls being attracted to me. It's why I hook up with a black stripper fresh off the boat from Africa. And why I date girls from match.com.
Back to the boot camp. First, the highlight of the whole trip was when I was 30-40 min into a set with my wing (body builder from FL, Army body guard in Iraq for 5 years) named Rob. We both ran out of shit to say. It was dreadfully painful, so much that after I spent 5 minutes praying for the two girls to get bored and leave I seriously considered excusing myself to get a drink and going straight back to the hotel, waiting for my flight and being done with it all.
This may sound terrible, and trust me at the time it was. At the time I kept asking why these girls had not left yet, and finally figured it out when I got back home Monday. They hadn't left because I had reached the "hook point" with them. The two of them liked the opener my wing gave, they liked me when I joined them (leaving a plump 41 year old behind whose friend was a sexy Brazilian named Anna [pronounced uh-nuh] who kept eye fucking me), and as bad as our game was at that point they still wanted to go home with us. Realizing this now makes me realize next time I'm at that point in a set, when a girl won't leave no matter how bad my game is, I'm gonna give her a compliment (line) and then spank her ass--hook, line, sinker.
Otherwise the best part was approaching and opening a group of 4 girls on break from University of Florida. The HB8 I opened was a blonde Cuban named Gila who was nothing but smiles the first 5 minutes I talked to her. I got switched over to her brunette HB7 friend Sarah whose facebook info I got. I got 4 numbers that first night including a 5'10" black chick named Nicole.
We did day game Saturday at the mall and I got one number on about 4 approaches. I actually gave my number to an HB7 blonde named Caroline decked out in cowgirl boots, skirt, shirt and hat. I asked her where I could get some 5 hr Energy to cure the after effects from the wild night I had, then complimented her on her getup and asked if she was from Texas. I didn't expect her to actually contact me, but I wasn't surprised when she did 5 minutes after we both recognized each other entering and leaving the same bar.
I was by myself with a group of 3 girls. What they call "pre-selection." What one 3-time world's best pickup artist says is the most powerful of all forms of attraction. His favorite method of pre-selection is to take two fat black chicks into a club. They're always loud and draw attention. Time to put my African stripper to work.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
New Years Girl
I met this Indian girl Roma at a New Years dinner party a couple weeks ago at an upscale restaurant in downtown Charlotte. We had a group of about 35 people, about 12 of whom I had met once or twice before, and I ended up switching places with the girl I arrived with in order to sit next to Roma after talking to her for awhile. We hit it off pretty well, she recently moved from Chicago and worked in the finance industry. I actually thought she was Italian at first, as she had very dark features, even for an Indian. She was pretty tipsy, pouring champagne onto the table while missing her glass on a couple occasions, and then began clutching my knee under the table. I told my buddy I would be getting a New Year's smooch when the ball dropped.
After dinner we moved over to the dance floor in front of the band and I ordered a round of shots (tequila, the only shot I enjoy). Evidently the tequila pushed her over the edge because her eyes immediately teared up and she hurried to the bathroom to hurl. I felt really bad and got her a ginger ale and apologized for the tequila. She didn't seem to mind too much, judging by the litany of liplocks she laid on me, starting with the ball drop. At one point she got a serious look on her face and tried to tell me something. It was loud, I was drunk plus it was New Year's so I acted like I heard her and tried to assure her with a smile that everything was all good. A couple more times she tried to explain something to me and again, and I still couldn't understand a word of it. So we played a little game where she would push me away with a stern look, I would give her some distance, and then she would come back over for more drunken face sucking. A good 3 times.
We ended up going to an Irish bar around the corner (stepping over 4 guys who fell down trying to throw punches at one another; why do people get so angry at New Years?) for some better dance music, and Roma and I danced and made out some more. All of a sudden she became terse once again, this time pointing at the floor for me to stay on my side of the room while she moved to the other. After assuming (incorrectly, evidently) she wanted me to pursue her, I relented and rejoined my buddy and his wife nearby. 10 minutes later it was time to go, and Roma had disappeared.
I have no clue what she was trying to tell me before or what her issue was. I was glad to have had a better NYE than I bargained for, so I'm not about to complain ( :
After dinner we moved over to the dance floor in front of the band and I ordered a round of shots (tequila, the only shot I enjoy). Evidently the tequila pushed her over the edge because her eyes immediately teared up and she hurried to the bathroom to hurl. I felt really bad and got her a ginger ale and apologized for the tequila. She didn't seem to mind too much, judging by the litany of liplocks she laid on me, starting with the ball drop. At one point she got a serious look on her face and tried to tell me something. It was loud, I was drunk plus it was New Year's so I acted like I heard her and tried to assure her with a smile that everything was all good. A couple more times she tried to explain something to me and again, and I still couldn't understand a word of it. So we played a little game where she would push me away with a stern look, I would give her some distance, and then she would come back over for more drunken face sucking. A good 3 times.
We ended up going to an Irish bar around the corner (stepping over 4 guys who fell down trying to throw punches at one another; why do people get so angry at New Years?) for some better dance music, and Roma and I danced and made out some more. All of a sudden she became terse once again, this time pointing at the floor for me to stay on my side of the room while she moved to the other. After assuming (incorrectly, evidently) she wanted me to pursue her, I relented and rejoined my buddy and his wife nearby. 10 minutes later it was time to go, and Roma had disappeared.
I have no clue what she was trying to tell me before or what her issue was. I was glad to have had a better NYE than I bargained for, so I'm not about to complain ( :
Anger Management
I met Ali online a month or so before we met in person. She seemed very nice, down to earth and intelligent (allegedly a doctor who finished her B.S. at 20). We met for coffee the first time and seemed to hit it off, talking for 2 1/2 hours before realizing how much time had passed. She seemed keen to know when I would be back in town, as I had just moved to a neighboring city. We met for dinner at a Bonefish Grill a couple weeks later when I was back for a weekend.
She was also interested in knowing where things were going with The Blogger at the time (I told her that I had been dating someone I was interested in). She mentioned during dinner about meeting "in the middle" as in (what I interpreted to mean) meeting halfway between where we lived. And she also mentioned me coming over to her place to check out some art. So even though I didn't find her particularly attractive (huge schnoz), I thought she was very nice with good values and I wanted to keep my options open in case I moved back to the area in the near future.
This calls for Rule #8--until you are in a committed relationship, NEVER make an apology or excuse for ANYthing. Nine times out of ten it will backfire on you, read on to find out how.
So I texted her this past Friday morning to check in (in keeping her "warm"), and I mentioned that I was sorry for not replying to her invitation to "meet in the middle" earlier. I told her I wasn't interested in any kind of long distance dating. She got impressively defensive (actually a bit nasty) and said she thought I knew after our first meeting that she didn't want to be more than just friends. So rather than get defensive with her I put together a sincere email (too much to put in a text) apologizing for misinterpreting her and stating I was fine with being friends. She sent a couple more texts by the end of the day and seemed to calm down. I was glad to have an additional friend who I could hang out with again.
Evidently she didn't get my email until two days later (last night), and grew even more incensed than she did after I sent the text. Keep in mind, my email ended with "forgive me for making a bigger deal out of it than it was, my intention was to do more good than harm in sending this email." Big mistake. She texts me with more hateful messages, telling me she does not want to be my friend, to delete her number and to never contact her again. She sent a total of 4-5 texts. I replied in between this barrage with "It's not the little things in life that matter ( :"
This morning I get an email stating "so I don't want to be friends with you and honestly have had no time to even respond to this" before continuing with a lengthy email containing bullet points about how wrong I was in thinking she was interested in me.
So as much as I wanted to simply delete her message once again without reacting, I couldn't help it and replied with:
"Did you say you DO or DO NOT want to be friends? After your 5 unsolicited texts last night and the silly soliloquy below, I am still befuddled." Some people are just mad at the world, what else do you say.
She was also interested in knowing where things were going with The Blogger at the time (I told her that I had been dating someone I was interested in). She mentioned during dinner about meeting "in the middle" as in (what I interpreted to mean) meeting halfway between where we lived. And she also mentioned me coming over to her place to check out some art. So even though I didn't find her particularly attractive (huge schnoz), I thought she was very nice with good values and I wanted to keep my options open in case I moved back to the area in the near future.
This calls for Rule #8--until you are in a committed relationship, NEVER make an apology or excuse for ANYthing. Nine times out of ten it will backfire on you, read on to find out how.
So I texted her this past Friday morning to check in (in keeping her "warm"), and I mentioned that I was sorry for not replying to her invitation to "meet in the middle" earlier. I told her I wasn't interested in any kind of long distance dating. She got impressively defensive (actually a bit nasty) and said she thought I knew after our first meeting that she didn't want to be more than just friends. So rather than get defensive with her I put together a sincere email (too much to put in a text) apologizing for misinterpreting her and stating I was fine with being friends. She sent a couple more texts by the end of the day and seemed to calm down. I was glad to have an additional friend who I could hang out with again.
Evidently she didn't get my email until two days later (last night), and grew even more incensed than she did after I sent the text. Keep in mind, my email ended with "forgive me for making a bigger deal out of it than it was, my intention was to do more good than harm in sending this email." Big mistake. She texts me with more hateful messages, telling me she does not want to be my friend, to delete her number and to never contact her again. She sent a total of 4-5 texts. I replied in between this barrage with "It's not the little things in life that matter ( :"
This morning I get an email stating "so I don't want to be friends with you and honestly have had no time to even respond to this" before continuing with a lengthy email containing bullet points about how wrong I was in thinking she was interested in me.
So as much as I wanted to simply delete her message once again without reacting, I couldn't help it and replied with:
"Did you say you DO or DO NOT want to be friends? After your 5 unsolicited texts last night and the silly soliloquy below, I am still befuddled." Some people are just mad at the world, what else do you say.
The Blogger, Cont'd
Okay, so I forgot to mention that the first time I met Andy was at a singles Meetup, at her request. She stated that it was a casual way to meet for the first time and it seemed logical.
I was one of the first people to arrive, in an upstairs room of a nice restaurant with a club-style atmosphere. I began chatting with 2-3 guys, and hit it off with one guy in particular (Carl). I confide that I'm actually there to meet a girl online. He said "really, so am I!" We soon find out that both girls were one in the same.
It didn't bother me at the time, even though I wondered if I was getting scammed somehow (Andy made a point to state that she did not work for the Meetup). Andy arrived with two other guys, and I approached her and we hit it off fairly well. She then introduced me to her two guy friends who I spent time chatting with as well.
I then excused myself and chatted with another girl in order to let Carl have his turn. He talked to her for about 5 minutes when a 30-something man abruptly approached their table, said something to Andy, then led her downstairs. "Huh," I thought. That was interesting. I went over to Carl to see what happened, and he was as dumbfounded as I was. We chatted for a bit more and I went on home, around 9:00. I got a text from Andy about 30 minutes later asking where I went. I said since she left there was no reason for me to stay, and she replied "but it's so early!" Evidently she wanted me to stick around for awhile.
So that brings us to the present, and after flaking out on me after Christmas Charlie finally confided that she had "sort of met someone" and was going to "see where it goes." I told her good luck and that it was good to see someone making progress with the online dating scene. This was over text, of course.
About a week later I get an email from her personal account (how she got my email address is beyond me because I never gave it to her; the site we used automatically forwarded emails using a secure return address) asking me to join a new Meetup group she just created. This was to be a "selective" group with just 15-20 people. I looked it up online and it had a chocolate and wine night listed, a trip to the Caribbean, etc.
This girl has no real job & no education, yet she dated someone in London for years and has fine tastes in clothes and restaurants. She looks like a model and my intuition told me she was using her looks to her advantage (or someone else's). The fact that some random guy abruptly pulled her away from a conversation at a singles meetup didn't help her case. Sometimes you gotta have pride and refuse to play the role of the Tool.
So I told her I'd think about it (complying with Rule #7-don't ever break off contact).
I was one of the first people to arrive, in an upstairs room of a nice restaurant with a club-style atmosphere. I began chatting with 2-3 guys, and hit it off with one guy in particular (Carl). I confide that I'm actually there to meet a girl online. He said "really, so am I!" We soon find out that both girls were one in the same.
It didn't bother me at the time, even though I wondered if I was getting scammed somehow (Andy made a point to state that she did not work for the Meetup). Andy arrived with two other guys, and I approached her and we hit it off fairly well. She then introduced me to her two guy friends who I spent time chatting with as well.
I then excused myself and chatted with another girl in order to let Carl have his turn. He talked to her for about 5 minutes when a 30-something man abruptly approached their table, said something to Andy, then led her downstairs. "Huh," I thought. That was interesting. I went over to Carl to see what happened, and he was as dumbfounded as I was. We chatted for a bit more and I went on home, around 9:00. I got a text from Andy about 30 minutes later asking where I went. I said since she left there was no reason for me to stay, and she replied "but it's so early!" Evidently she wanted me to stick around for awhile.
So that brings us to the present, and after flaking out on me after Christmas Charlie finally confided that she had "sort of met someone" and was going to "see where it goes." I told her good luck and that it was good to see someone making progress with the online dating scene. This was over text, of course.
About a week later I get an email from her personal account (how she got my email address is beyond me because I never gave it to her; the site we used automatically forwarded emails using a secure return address) asking me to join a new Meetup group she just created. This was to be a "selective" group with just 15-20 people. I looked it up online and it had a chocolate and wine night listed, a trip to the Caribbean, etc.
This girl has no real job & no education, yet she dated someone in London for years and has fine tastes in clothes and restaurants. She looks like a model and my intuition told me she was using her looks to her advantage (or someone else's). The fact that some random guy abruptly pulled her away from a conversation at a singles meetup didn't help her case. Sometimes you gotta have pride and refuse to play the role of the Tool.
So I told her I'd think about it (complying with Rule #7-don't ever break off contact).
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
stripper #2, cont'd
So I've been out with this girl twice now, dinner and then dinner plus a movie. In case I didn't portray her as perhaps spoiled by all the attention she gets, she told me that she's had countless guys approach her and tell her that they could pay her bills for her, etc.
We were supposed to do something tonight, and when I asked her over for dinner she replied that she wasn't ready for the "house thing" yet. We've been out twice already, is this girl in high school? So I planned on cancelling on her today, as I am not feeling it. Not cancel on her all together, just for tonight.
She called me at midnight last night (I didn't answer the phone) and again this morning to tell me that at church last night (she's all about some late night church) her pastor told her that "a white man is going to help her do something" (she's black). So she claims she thought of me first and called me all excited over what kind of help she was going to be getting.
By the end of the conversation she asked me to go Christmas shopping with her.
We were supposed to do something tonight, and when I asked her over for dinner she replied that she wasn't ready for the "house thing" yet. We've been out twice already, is this girl in high school? So I planned on cancelling on her today, as I am not feeling it. Not cancel on her all together, just for tonight.
She called me at midnight last night (I didn't answer the phone) and again this morning to tell me that at church last night (she's all about some late night church) her pastor told her that "a white man is going to help her do something" (she's black). So she claims she thought of me first and called me all excited over what kind of help she was going to be getting.
By the end of the conversation she asked me to go Christmas shopping with her.
Friday, December 10, 2010
Cameroon Queen
One of the last girls I dated from match.com before I left Charlotte we'll call Phoebe. As with Andy, Phoebe had stunningly beautiful pictures posted on her profile page and I thought surely someone else would beat me to the punch. I started off sending her a quick, witty note and soon after I asked for her #. Home girl did NOT HAVE A CELL PHONE, which I found to be absolutely awesome in this day and age. So I called her on her home phone where she lived with her sister and her sister's husband.
We spoke for nearly 2 hours on the phone the first time, mostly of her upbringing in West Africa. I was utterly bedazzled by her apparent meager childhood. She went to a Catholic boarding school that had no running water. She would have to get up at something like 5:00 every morning to build a fire in order to heat the iron in order to iron her clothes for the day. When I asked her what restaurants around town she liked she replied "I don't know, I like that one that's called…Showmars?" Evidently she never ate out and hardly went out, scraping everything she made from her part time job to finance going to community college in order to become a nurse. Her sister was a chiropractor and her brother-in-law worked for IBM, both very intelligent. They lived in a gorgeous 3,500 sq ft house. And none of her sister's success seemed to spoil Phoebe.
After speaking on the phone several times I picked Phoebe up at her house (she asked me to come on in while she was finishing getting ready upstairs alone, evidently she had no fear of meeting the wrong person online) and we went to a low key sushi bar. While we were waiting outside a black man came up grinning ear to ear and shook my hand, I can only assume because I was a white man unafraid to date a black girl. Phoebe never had sushi before so it was quite an experience for her. Evidently she hadn't had a lot of American food before either, so that every time we went out she was turned onto something new ("Squid? Ewww, we don't eat squid where I'm from," referring to calamari).
She was very open, very honest and very humble. She went out with my friends and never voiced a single preference for anything other than what we were doing at the time. She was perhaps the easiest girl I ever dated, in the sense that I never stressed at all over where to go, what to do, whether she was having a good time or not, etc. She never asked me for (or made reference to me providing) a single, solitary thing.
However I soon found out that Phoebe's sister and brother-in-law were very strict when it came to spending the night with a man outside of marriage, and Phoebe was not allowed to spend the night with me. I began to tire of driving 35 minutes each way to pick her up and drop her off during the week, especially at 11:00 at night when I had to work the next day. Phoebe had 3 more years of school (1 more year of nursing and 2 years of school to become a physician's assistant) and I soon realized there was no way I could keep this up for 3 more years, and I broke it off.
I had never felt so guilty over breaking up with someone. I was mad at myself, mad at Phoebe for simply not being available to the degree I wanted her to be, and mad at her sister and brother-in-law for not letting her spend nights with me. Phoebe remains one of my all time favorite people I've ever had the privilege to know. She realized first hand what it was like to grow up in a land without the luxuries, entertainment and novelties that we take for granted in America. If only there were more like her in my own country.
We spoke for nearly 2 hours on the phone the first time, mostly of her upbringing in West Africa. I was utterly bedazzled by her apparent meager childhood. She went to a Catholic boarding school that had no running water. She would have to get up at something like 5:00 every morning to build a fire in order to heat the iron in order to iron her clothes for the day. When I asked her what restaurants around town she liked she replied "I don't know, I like that one that's called…Showmars?" Evidently she never ate out and hardly went out, scraping everything she made from her part time job to finance going to community college in order to become a nurse. Her sister was a chiropractor and her brother-in-law worked for IBM, both very intelligent. They lived in a gorgeous 3,500 sq ft house. And none of her sister's success seemed to spoil Phoebe.
After speaking on the phone several times I picked Phoebe up at her house (she asked me to come on in while she was finishing getting ready upstairs alone, evidently she had no fear of meeting the wrong person online) and we went to a low key sushi bar. While we were waiting outside a black man came up grinning ear to ear and shook my hand, I can only assume because I was a white man unafraid to date a black girl. Phoebe never had sushi before so it was quite an experience for her. Evidently she hadn't had a lot of American food before either, so that every time we went out she was turned onto something new ("Squid? Ewww, we don't eat squid where I'm from," referring to calamari).
She was very open, very honest and very humble. She went out with my friends and never voiced a single preference for anything other than what we were doing at the time. She was perhaps the easiest girl I ever dated, in the sense that I never stressed at all over where to go, what to do, whether she was having a good time or not, etc. She never asked me for (or made reference to me providing) a single, solitary thing.
However I soon found out that Phoebe's sister and brother-in-law were very strict when it came to spending the night with a man outside of marriage, and Phoebe was not allowed to spend the night with me. I began to tire of driving 35 minutes each way to pick her up and drop her off during the week, especially at 11:00 at night when I had to work the next day. Phoebe had 3 more years of school (1 more year of nursing and 2 years of school to become a physician's assistant) and I soon realized there was no way I could keep this up for 3 more years, and I broke it off.
I had never felt so guilty over breaking up with someone. I was mad at myself, mad at Phoebe for simply not being available to the degree I wanted her to be, and mad at her sister and brother-in-law for not letting her spend nights with me. Phoebe remains one of my all time favorite people I've ever had the privilege to know. She realized first hand what it was like to grow up in a land without the luxuries, entertainment and novelties that we take for granted in America. If only there were more like her in my own country.
The Stripper (#2)
I went out with this girl last night for the first time after meeting her at the mall while she cut my hair. Let's call her Daisy. When I first saw her I was immediately and fairly intensely attracted to her. She always wears hells, this time I think they were 4" heels, and she love-love-LOVES to show off her butt. She looks like she could be a makeup artist with the time she must spend putting on her face. Not that she needs it…just that she puts a lot of time into it. One of the thickest southern accents I've ever heard, she was born and raised near Raleigh.
She has a great personality, I mean great. I'm not a big talker most of the time, but I was more than happy to chit chat the night away while she cut my hair. She smiles and laughs a lot, and is fairly flirtatious. I could tell she was a good 10 years younger than me so I made no attempt to indicate I was interested in her. Maybe next time I thought.
I regretted not asking for her # when I was done, even if I was one of dozens of others who had before. So I decided immediately to return for my next haircut, which I did 3 weeks later. She remembered me and we started chatting away again as if we never left off. I asked her how old she was at one point and she wouldn't tell me, I took this as an indicator that she was interested. So after I paid I asked for her # which she wrote on a piece of paper.
I texted her about a week later, jokingly referring to something one of her ex boyfriends had said to her about having his baby. This ex boyfriend lived in Charlotte where my phone's area code is. She thought I was this ex boyfriend and responded back fairly harshly, calling me "Vick" and saying if she wasn't a Christian woman she would have cursed me up and down. I was pleased to have gotten such a rise out of her, and even though I was tempted to play on I decided to apologize except for the fact that my name was (my name) and not Vick.
She said she would call me back in a few minutes, and I thought "oh no, not the phone call" but I answered anyway. She is one of those types that likes to talk about pretty much nothing while she's driving, running errands, etc. She was picking up Chinese takeout and would briefly ask me to wait while she paid for the takeout, etc. I told her I was in the middle of watching Monday Night Football and would call her back sometime after 18 excruciating minutes of this. She didn't appear too offended, and I texted her the next day.
We texted for a couple of days before scheduling our first date the following week. She said she really liked Italian so I made reservations at a place that came highly recommended by a coworker, except after seeing a picture at what was a fairly drab interior decided to change it to Maggiano's which (while having just average food) has a much better ambiance (hence the over-priced food). She doesn't drink which I found highly attractive (I favor those who are different from others), however she appeared to be a bit too sophisticated in her attire for my taste. She mentioned when she got in the car that had she known I was wearing jeans she would have dressed accordingly. I refrained from admitting that jeans are the only thing I wear other than athletic wear outside of work.
I must say that I had some of the most stimulating conversation I've ever had on a first date. Herpes. Voyeurism. Face lifts, botox, boob jobs. Dildos. Climaxes. Intimate details surrounding a swinger's party (at which she supposedly did not participate). And of course, crazy, psychotic ex-boyfriends. But all in a very entertaining, humorous mood. Other than that, she made it fairly clear that she expects gifts from her boyfriends. And that when someone "proposes" (as in proposing to be boyfriend/girlfriend) he had better come with flowers, etc.
Time flew. Maggiano's is evidently tight as hell when it comes to the heat bill, they turned down the heat around 9:30 and my legs were turning numb by the time we left. Which made the 25° weather outside all the more chilling.
As we walked to the car I looked back at South Point Mall and asked which stores she liked. "Express, Victoria's Secret, Nordstrom," she replied. "Ah, Nordstrom...of course. I haven't been to Victoria's Secret in ages," I replied. "Well I'm a 34 double D, a medium panty and I like boy shorts," she said. Evidently she WAS used to getting spoiled. Mental note made.
I drove her home, expecting not to have so much as a goodbye kiss after she stated at dinner that she won't kiss anybody that's not her boyfriend (she appeared fairly hard up for a boyfriend). When I opened my door to walk her up she looked at me with surprise and said "You're gonna walk all the way to my door in this cold?" I thought she was referring to the fact that I parked one row further away than needed (to avoid door dings to my car), so I said "oh I'm sorry did you want me to park closer?" Evidently she thought I was trying to come inside with her, which evidently wasn't happening (nor did it). I told her of course I would walk her to her door, which I did.
(Again I somehow manage to almost forget one of my main points)--So while we're pulling into her apartment complex she references something to the extent of having been a stripper at one time. For some reason it didn't register until I'm walking her to her door. "Did you mention that you used to be a stripper?" I asked her. She replied with something that I found hard to decipher, so I asked again, whispering so as to not let potential eaves droppers hear. "Yes" was the jist of her response. "Wow," I said. "The last girl I dated turned out to be a stripper, but I didn't know until after we started dating."
The only thing it left me wondering is if in fact she had actually stopped stripping. Some strippers make really good money, and it's extremely rare someone gives up making good money in the absence of replacing it with something (or some one) else.
She has a great personality, I mean great. I'm not a big talker most of the time, but I was more than happy to chit chat the night away while she cut my hair. She smiles and laughs a lot, and is fairly flirtatious. I could tell she was a good 10 years younger than me so I made no attempt to indicate I was interested in her. Maybe next time I thought.
I regretted not asking for her # when I was done, even if I was one of dozens of others who had before. So I decided immediately to return for my next haircut, which I did 3 weeks later. She remembered me and we started chatting away again as if we never left off. I asked her how old she was at one point and she wouldn't tell me, I took this as an indicator that she was interested. So after I paid I asked for her # which she wrote on a piece of paper.
I texted her about a week later, jokingly referring to something one of her ex boyfriends had said to her about having his baby. This ex boyfriend lived in Charlotte where my phone's area code is. She thought I was this ex boyfriend and responded back fairly harshly, calling me "Vick" and saying if she wasn't a Christian woman she would have cursed me up and down. I was pleased to have gotten such a rise out of her, and even though I was tempted to play on I decided to apologize except for the fact that my name was (my name) and not Vick.
She said she would call me back in a few minutes, and I thought "oh no, not the phone call" but I answered anyway. She is one of those types that likes to talk about pretty much nothing while she's driving, running errands, etc. She was picking up Chinese takeout and would briefly ask me to wait while she paid for the takeout, etc. I told her I was in the middle of watching Monday Night Football and would call her back sometime after 18 excruciating minutes of this. She didn't appear too offended, and I texted her the next day.
We texted for a couple of days before scheduling our first date the following week. She said she really liked Italian so I made reservations at a place that came highly recommended by a coworker, except after seeing a picture at what was a fairly drab interior decided to change it to Maggiano's which (while having just average food) has a much better ambiance (hence the over-priced food). She doesn't drink which I found highly attractive (I favor those who are different from others), however she appeared to be a bit too sophisticated in her attire for my taste. She mentioned when she got in the car that had she known I was wearing jeans she would have dressed accordingly. I refrained from admitting that jeans are the only thing I wear other than athletic wear outside of work.
I must say that I had some of the most stimulating conversation I've ever had on a first date. Herpes. Voyeurism. Face lifts, botox, boob jobs. Dildos. Climaxes. Intimate details surrounding a swinger's party (at which she supposedly did not participate). And of course, crazy, psychotic ex-boyfriends. But all in a very entertaining, humorous mood. Other than that, she made it fairly clear that she expects gifts from her boyfriends. And that when someone "proposes" (as in proposing to be boyfriend/girlfriend) he had better come with flowers, etc.
Time flew. Maggiano's is evidently tight as hell when it comes to the heat bill, they turned down the heat around 9:30 and my legs were turning numb by the time we left. Which made the 25° weather outside all the more chilling.
As we walked to the car I looked back at South Point Mall and asked which stores she liked. "Express, Victoria's Secret, Nordstrom," she replied. "Ah, Nordstrom...of course. I haven't been to Victoria's Secret in ages," I replied. "Well I'm a 34 double D, a medium panty and I like boy shorts," she said. Evidently she WAS used to getting spoiled. Mental note made.
I drove her home, expecting not to have so much as a goodbye kiss after she stated at dinner that she won't kiss anybody that's not her boyfriend (she appeared fairly hard up for a boyfriend). When I opened my door to walk her up she looked at me with surprise and said "You're gonna walk all the way to my door in this cold?" I thought she was referring to the fact that I parked one row further away than needed (to avoid door dings to my car), so I said "oh I'm sorry did you want me to park closer?" Evidently she thought I was trying to come inside with her, which evidently wasn't happening (nor did it). I told her of course I would walk her to her door, which I did.
(Again I somehow manage to almost forget one of my main points)--So while we're pulling into her apartment complex she references something to the extent of having been a stripper at one time. For some reason it didn't register until I'm walking her to her door. "Did you mention that you used to be a stripper?" I asked her. She replied with something that I found hard to decipher, so I asked again, whispering so as to not let potential eaves droppers hear. "Yes" was the jist of her response. "Wow," I said. "The last girl I dated turned out to be a stripper, but I didn't know until after we started dating."
The only thing it left me wondering is if in fact she had actually stopped stripping. Some strippers make really good money, and it's extremely rare someone gives up making good money in the absence of replacing it with something (or some one) else.
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