So, two-and-a-half months later... ________________ Cast of characters:
"G" - See this thread for refresher "R" - See this thread for refresher "E" - New girl I met off CraigsList "A" - Italian backpacker chick I met off Craigslist from Milan "T" - See this thread for refresher + the casual encounter girl I left off with in the last thread. ____________________
Now where to start. Aye. Take a deep breath.
So the casual encounter chick comes over. I have her call me from the gate so she doesn't get the entrance code and I meet her downstairs... damn she's tall as fuck. I'd say close to 5'11. She has a pretty nice ass in them jeans, but something didn't sit right with me. I invite her upstairs. Got her a beer, and myself one. She knew why she was there and so did I. Sat around for about half an hour, drinking a bit (I finished by beer in a few minutes and proceeded to a second while she was still sipping hers). I wasn't attracted to her in the least, even with the alcohol. When she was done with her beer I told her I didn't think this was going to work - it was too awkward for me. She smiles and says cool, and head's out. Oh well.
"G" is pretty fun. I actually gave in and hung out with her quite a bit (mainly because she told me she had a friend "J" she thought I might like). "G" and I went to a few concerts and watched a couple of movies at her place. At some inevitable point, she found out I have never had sex (nor a relationship in 15 years) and we talked a bit about that. She was intrigued... and kept saying wow everybody needs a "loving touch" every once in a while. At one of the concerts after we'd both had a few beers, she got behind me and wrapped her arms around me and got seriously touchy. Fuuuck a loving touch is EXACTLY what a I needed. She invited me to her place the next time. We were on the couch watching the The Wall and she got up. She said "lay on your side", so I did... she laid down in front of me. Daaamn. I'd never even fucking spooned haha. Her ass on my crotch was driving me crazy. After the movie, she invited me into her bedroom. She put on Dark Side of the Moon and I laid down on the bed. She laid down next to me. She scooted over to me and grabbed me and pulled me in tight/close for some cuddling or whatever the fuck. God DAMN. Our bodies mashed together, legs between each other's legs, was a great feeling man. Never experienced that before...I've made out before, but never like this. No kissing was involved, just straight up touching. Obviously, I blew my nut in my pants. After caressing/touching/tracing with fingers for a while she fell asleep. I didn't. I've never tried to sleep with another person in my bed, much less me being in another person's bed with somebody. I tossed and turned all night. In the morning, the alarm clock went off and she immediately scooted back over to me and starting rubbing/caressing again. I grabbed her ass (gently). She whispered "Be aggressive" and then got up and got ready to go to work. Made us some coffee and we went out on her balcony and talked. She said I need to be much more aggressive. That I "need to take life by the balls" and that confidence is attractive. She said she noticed right away on our first couple of outings that I don't flirt much at all... and rarely/never touch (small of her back, during conversation, when a girl laughs, bumping shoulders, etc.). and that I need to get comfortable with touching a woman because they can sense that uncomfortableness right away.
Now on to my favorite, "R". Jesus she is seriously gorgeous and super cool. I need to fucking forget about her though, it's pretty obvious she isn't really interested. But GOD damn the hotness factor is what's got me trapped and fixated on her. Even still... 4 months after I first met her at the show. I've seen her twice in two months. We met up for coffee one night after work. Talked and shit. Then, I actually ended up at her place the second time, but not under the circumstances I would have liked. I called her one night and she answered the phone all fucked up and clearly not right. I couldn't understand her talking - her speech was so slurred. Finally after about 5 minutes I managed to figure out she said she thought she was having an allergic reaction to bleu cheese. She is very allergic to molds/penicillin/bleu cheese and she had pizza and they apparently accidently put that on instead of some other type of cheese. So I ended up picking up some Benadryl and driving way the fuck up north to her place. She was seriously out of it. Puke all over her shirt, face puffy, just all fucked up. I stayed over for a couple of hours to make sure the Benadryl did the trick and it did. I left about midnight. She was very thankful the next day, called, texted, saying "that means a lot" etc., But since then I have been trying to see her again and she is always, always busy. I need to just move on to the next chick.
God Damn my wrists hurt from typing... I'll finish up details on the other chicks, "E", "A" and "T" tomorrow.
So some chick tried like hell to get you to fuck her, and then when that didn't work she told you to do what we've been telling you to do for years, and THAT didn't work?
So this chick "E", I've nicknamed "The Mole". She has this huge mole on her face that might as well be a third eye. It's the only thing I can focus on when I look at her. But this chick is funny as all fucking hell. We met up at a show (Ratatat, E-Rock) about a month ago. She paid for my ticket. nice! She's cool, and her bod is not bad but I haven't tried any moves on her. Every other Monday night I see her at this local theater that shows Heroes on the big screen. She invited me to a haunted house Monday. Haha haunted houses are pretty lame. You just don't get scared like you did when you were a kid. Hugged goodnight. I don't know what the fuck. I might see if she wants to meet up at the Puddle of Mudd show this Sunday. I could probably nail her, if I had balls enough to make a move/invite her to my place.
One day a few weeks ago I was browsing Craigslist and found this posting from an Italian chick, "A", in town who was looking for a place to stay for a night. I called her and spoke broken Italian to her. We met up that night and the next night she came over. We talked and then watched Class of Nuke 'Em High, blah blah blah I did actually tried to make a move on her and she was NOT interested. She slept out on my couch. FUCK!@#!#! If I can't nail a loose Italian punk-rock princess who's in my house sitting right next to me on my couch, I think I better call it quits. Dude I'm a loser haha!!!
"T". Ah, I hadn't seen her for probably 3 months. (See previous post for more details/refresher). Well I tried my luck again, called her up and we went to the Weezer/Angles and Airwaves show a couple of weeks ago. Weezer was amazing. I actually practiced my flirting on her... and did a pretty good job I'd say. She kept looking at this girl and pointing out how the girl's asscrack was showing her pants were so low. She then started complaining about how small her ass is compared to the HOT girl with the asscrack hanging out. I looked down at her ass and said, you know you're right with a smirk. She laughed and hit me. I then reached down and grabbed the top of her skirt and gently, playfully tugged it down (to show some asscrack of her own.) She laughed. Later, she said she felt a bug fly into her shirt. She pulled her shirt away from her and I saw titties. Just full on tits down her shirt. I was like dammmmmn girl, are you giving me a strip show or what. She laughed and hit me again. After the show I dropped her off... haven't talked to her since. I'll call her this weekend maybe.
So, the potential is there guys I just have to stop making excuses for myself. I am just afraid of not knowing what the hell I am doing at all when the time comes, and some girl ridiculing me or whatever. I'm 28 years old and have experiences in a lot of other areas of my life, but inside, when it comes to sex, I'm still a teenager trying to figure shit out.
Otherwise, 30 year-old-virgin, here I come.
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Damn this post needs some pics to keep things interesting.
Here's, "E".
Here's a new photo of "R". Dammmmmmmmmmmn. I want up in this girl's guts.
Edited Fri Oct 31 2008, 03:33am
Its a trick though. She's a cunt just like the rest of them. You know, with each passing year I become more and more of a woman hater. I think the ex-wife has something to do with that.
So close, yet so far last night. All week I had been planning on doing absolutely nothing for Halloween. I had invites to a couple of different shindigs, and said nahhhhh I'll just mope instead and pretend it's just another day. But Friday, my boss and other co-worker harassed me and broke me into going downtown with them. Downtown in Austin on Halloween is fucking crazy. Sometimes there are 100,000 people. Last night seemed like one of those Halloween's.
I ended up being a suicidal stockbroker. I wore a suit, rubbed pencil graphite around my eyes to make them look sunken/dark, tied a noose and hung it from my neck, carried the money and investing section of the WSJ and had my tie and shirt all messed up. Looked pretty slick, and I got some cool comments. It cost me $6 (the cost of the rope) haha. Quick and dirty is how I like to play.
ANYWAY, so I meet up with my boss. his wife and my co-worker and his girlfriend. We head to this bar and find a table. Jello shots, tequila shots, dos equis. Fun times ooglying the naughty nurses, naughty teachers, naughty policewomen, and even a couple of naughty nuns. People watching is already fun, but on Halloween it's that much better. Anyway I had texted "E" earlier in the day and she said she was gonna go downtown. I told her where we were, and she came out. I met her up front and paid her cover (they started charging cover to limit people from coming it - the fucking place was PACKED). Bought her a drink and introduced her to my co-workers. Shot the shit for a while, then she decided she'd better head out. She leaves. My boss (good influence - he's the one who told me "If she smokes, she pokes") told me I had about 5 seconds to catch up with "E" and try to seal the deal or it was game over. I took his advice and ran after her. Caught up and we walked down to my ride. I talked her into coming over to my place. I thought I had it the bag! We walked up to the office, and I drove her to her scooter. Only to get 10 blocks in took an hour and a half. Traffic was at a standstill. She wanted to go home first to take a shower. Finally about 3:45am we got to her scooter (just sitting talking in traffic all that time). I gave her my address, gate code, etc. Drove home and took a shower myself... waited... got a text that she got home. Waited... texted, no response. Went to bed about 5. She sent me a message this morning she was sorry she fell asleep - laid down for a second after the shower and that was it.
So again, no play for me haha. But at least she was open to the idea of coming over to my place.
She was dressed as Pris from Bladerunner. HOT. HOT.
Edited Sat Nov 01 2008, 11:52pm
Hey I told her I had a shower. She wanted to use hers... her soap and shampoo were at her house.
Bitches are coming out of the woodwork on Myspace. In two days, three girls have messaged me/tried to add me as a friend. *Real* girls too - not fake porn stars. One of them goes to the same Uni I go to and is interested in meeting up tomorrow night downtown. Hmmm....
Edited Fri Oct 31 2008, 03:33am
