TL/DR
met a girl for a proper first date after being introduced through a friend. it was pretty good although ended without even a kiss.
i'd mentioned to a buddy about wanting to have a child and he jokes about introducing someone to me. a few days later he asks if i can join a wechat group with his friend who wants to learn english ... SHE bla bla bla
ohh! i think. this is a set-up!."sure invite me in". so we three chat for a minute in this group and then i add this girl as a private contact and continue to chat.
looks good from her pics, i check out her album feed, of course. but i refuse to acknowledge her in that way. don't mention her looks or anything where she seems to want to impress me. apparently she's a semi professional dancer, and a pianist besides having a day job.. looks pretty sexy. she can move. we chat a little over the course of several days. pretty tame stuff. i throw in some innuendo etc which isn't really picked up
anyway, we (the three of us) arrange for a get together one afternoon, at a coffeehouse convenient for me. i'll say i was a little disappointed that she wasn't as cute as her pics. but isn't that always the case?
so we hang out for a while. i'm on my best behaviour, no innuendo or chase-frames or any of that. it's an innocent meeting to practice her english, right?
nevertheless, i'm very charming, but in charge of the interaction. she seems eager to impress me and also seems very impressed with me - i don't show pics of myself on my wechat or whatsapp so i think she was pleasantly surprised when she met me in person.
the subject of age rears its head, thanks to my friend mentioning for whatever reason that i'm 44. i correct him - 42. the girl is 26.
also, of course we talk about dancing, coincidentally i'm starting salsa lessons so that's a seed for a next date
we leave the cafe coz i got stuff to do. take some group pics outside and say goodbye.
she seems smitten, i have to say. i can see that look in her eyes. so i mentally pat myself on the back for a job well done.
next day on wechat i start ramping it up a bit - she says i'll learn salsa easily coz of my flexible body so there's a chase frame of course. she says "look at our pics, how can i believe you're over forty with such a neat figure?"
she sends the rest of the pics from the previous day, "we look good we make a nice team"
some more chitchat. she asks if she has an accent. i tell her she sounds like a monkey and can hardly understand a word she says. which of course is untrue
next day is lots of bla bla and logistics. she asks where we are going and i tell her she "doesn't need to know. just dress pretty and laugh at my jokes"
fast forward to evening my plan was to take her to the salsa class for a look (my lessons didn't start yet but i know the teacher and wanted to check it out) then go for a quick dinner then go drink champagne and eat oysters at this place i know has a special deal on.
the plans crumbled due to timing and bad logistics. (she couldn't find me and was super late) but we eventually met up. she's looking much better than i remember. very sexy outfirt - a pencil skirt, i think it's called, and a fitted shirt with several buttons open at the collar. everything is good, nice flirty vibes.
we went to the dance place but were half an hour late for the 7 oclock (the place was closed! he'd fucked up and told me 7 instead of 8) so instead of the restaurant i'd planned we ate at a nearby place.
had a good talk for an hour. it went well. she seems to think i'm awesome coz of a few things which are really not a big deal. she also assumes i must have a wife and kids somewhere, coz i'm basically a middle aged man. turns out she is divorced! her ex was too busy playing videogames to level up their life together. this girl is smart, very driven and ambitious. i hate videogames. but mostly i just shut up and let her talk. at some point she happens to very casually mention something about having her period. she didn't use those words but i said "huh? ohhh you mean it's ladies' day?" she laughed and said she'd never heard that before but, yes. i don't care about shit like that, it seems like a pre-excuse to me. or a test.
finish dinner, she pays while i'm in the bathroom! wasn't expecting that. we go back to the dance studio. we're proper late, again! never mind. we watch the others, have a little bit of a dance together. chat to the instructors and other students. everything is great, i have a real sociable vibe and definitely look good to my girl.
they invite us to go with them to a bar where they have salsa parties after class. i'm in two minds about it and think i might be a bit out of my depth.
i tell my girl "let's just go back to my place" she says ok but i think she doesn't understand i mean my home. i say again "yeah? let's go back to mine, we can dance there and drink champagne" sth like this. she says "ok i follow you" meaning wherever you wanna go i'll go with you. but i know she doesn't get it. i should have just done it!!! better to ask permission than forgiveness. never mind. or, i should have taken the bull by the horns and gone and got wild on the dance floor on a tuesday night. in the end i lamed out a bit.
outside she suggests a coffee before she leaves. it's too late for coffee and she won't drink so we settle on a hot chocolate. then she has a sneezing fit and pulls out a "feminine hygiene wipe" to clean her hands lol evidence that it's rag-week.
now i've got a decision to make. i think i shot my bolt too soon with my invitation home ... i can either drive towards my place to find a hot chocolate, or towards the station where i picked her up. i decide on the station because opposite there is a coffee shop and a park i'm quite familiar with, if you know what i mean.
i drive away slowly, we are having a nice time together, she tells me about her mum being a doctor, and how she taught her early on about sex ed. and how to not sleep with lots of guys for risk of diseases and stuff like this. so a little sex talk ensues. how old first time, etc etc
i park up, cross the road, holding her hand for safety lol, and into coffeeshop, order, pay, talk about stuff. she asks where i wanna sit i ignore her and walk out the door and into the park, take her hand and walk around slowly making my way to a secluded spot.
this is a really nice place. you could almost fool yourself into thinking you're not in the city. beautiful evening, it had rained all day but now is clear. i start talking lower and slower, heavy eye-contact, lots of touch, just talking shit, really. boring stuff about her trip tomorrow, flight times or whatever. holding hands, hands round her waist etc. putting her hands on my chest. i take her over to a covered area thinking the seats would be dry (they weren't) so we continue standing, i push her hair back away from her ears, then with both hands, touch her face, her neck, then i try to kiss her. nope! then she starts with all this "friends" horse shit. which is like water off a duck to me. i agree and amplify. keep talking about being friends and so on while keeping the sexy vibe. i think she is impressed actually. by my being completely unfazed by her words. i keep touching her and complimenting her on stupid shit and saying how if we weren't friends etc etc. can't remember exactly but i tried a couple of times to kiss her and she wasn't having it. in the end i didn't push too hard.
meh, that's it. i took her to the station, gave her a kind of pat on the head, like rubbed her head in an affectionate way. she thanked me warmly (for what i don't know. for not being pushy? for an enjoyable evening?) i thanked her too and watched her go down the escalator, well, she turned to watch me as she descended
met a girl for a proper first date after being introduced through a friend. it was pretty good although ended without even a kiss.
i'd mentioned to a buddy about wanting to have a child and he jokes about introducing someone to me. a few days later he asks if i can join a wechat group with his friend who wants to learn english ... SHE bla bla bla
ohh! i think. this is a set-up!."sure invite me in". so we three chat for a minute in this group and then i add this girl as a private contact and continue to chat.
looks good from her pics, i check out her album feed, of course. but i refuse to acknowledge her in that way. don't mention her looks or anything where she seems to want to impress me. apparently she's a semi professional dancer, and a pianist besides having a day job.. looks pretty sexy. she can move. we chat a little over the course of several days. pretty tame stuff. i throw in some innuendo etc which isn't really picked up
anyway, we (the three of us) arrange for a get together one afternoon, at a coffeehouse convenient for me. i'll say i was a little disappointed that she wasn't as cute as her pics. but isn't that always the case?
so we hang out for a while. i'm on my best behaviour, no innuendo or chase-frames or any of that. it's an innocent meeting to practice her english, right?
nevertheless, i'm very charming, but in charge of the interaction. she seems eager to impress me and also seems very impressed with me - i don't show pics of myself on my wechat or whatsapp so i think she was pleasantly surprised when she met me in person.
the subject of age rears its head, thanks to my friend mentioning for whatever reason that i'm 44. i correct him - 42. the girl is 26.
also, of course we talk about dancing, coincidentally i'm starting salsa lessons so that's a seed for a next date
we leave the cafe coz i got stuff to do. take some group pics outside and say goodbye.
she seems smitten, i have to say. i can see that look in her eyes. so i mentally pat myself on the back for a job well done.
next day on wechat i start ramping it up a bit - she says i'll learn salsa easily coz of my flexible body so there's a chase frame of course. she says "look at our pics, how can i believe you're over forty with such a neat figure?"
she sends the rest of the pics from the previous day, "we look good we make a nice team"
some more chitchat. she asks if she has an accent. i tell her she sounds like a monkey and can hardly understand a word she says. which of course is untrue
next day is lots of bla bla and logistics. she asks where we are going and i tell her she "doesn't need to know. just dress pretty and laugh at my jokes"
fast forward to evening my plan was to take her to the salsa class for a look (my lessons didn't start yet but i know the teacher and wanted to check it out) then go for a quick dinner then go drink champagne and eat oysters at this place i know has a special deal on.
the plans crumbled due to timing and bad logistics. (she couldn't find me and was super late) but we eventually met up. she's looking much better than i remember. very sexy outfirt - a pencil skirt, i think it's called, and a fitted shirt with several buttons open at the collar. everything is good, nice flirty vibes.
we went to the dance place but were half an hour late for the 7 oclock (the place was closed! he'd fucked up and told me 7 instead of 8) so instead of the restaurant i'd planned we ate at a nearby place.
had a good talk for an hour. it went well. she seems to think i'm awesome coz of a few things which are really not a big deal. she also assumes i must have a wife and kids somewhere, coz i'm basically a middle aged man. turns out she is divorced! her ex was too busy playing videogames to level up their life together. this girl is smart, very driven and ambitious. i hate videogames. but mostly i just shut up and let her talk. at some point she happens to very casually mention something about having her period. she didn't use those words but i said "huh? ohhh you mean it's ladies' day?" she laughed and said she'd never heard that before but, yes. i don't care about shit like that, it seems like a pre-excuse to me. or a test.
finish dinner, she pays while i'm in the bathroom! wasn't expecting that. we go back to the dance studio. we're proper late, again! never mind. we watch the others, have a little bit of a dance together. chat to the instructors and other students. everything is great, i have a real sociable vibe and definitely look good to my girl.
they invite us to go with them to a bar where they have salsa parties after class. i'm in two minds about it and think i might be a bit out of my depth.
i tell my girl "let's just go back to my place" she says ok but i think she doesn't understand i mean my home. i say again "yeah? let's go back to mine, we can dance there and drink champagne" sth like this. she says "ok i follow you" meaning wherever you wanna go i'll go with you. but i know she doesn't get it. i should have just done it!!! better to ask permission than forgiveness. never mind. or, i should have taken the bull by the horns and gone and got wild on the dance floor on a tuesday night. in the end i lamed out a bit.
outside she suggests a coffee before she leaves. it's too late for coffee and she won't drink so we settle on a hot chocolate. then she has a sneezing fit and pulls out a "feminine hygiene wipe" to clean her hands lol evidence that it's rag-week.
now i've got a decision to make. i think i shot my bolt too soon with my invitation home ... i can either drive towards my place to find a hot chocolate, or towards the station where i picked her up. i decide on the station because opposite there is a coffee shop and a park i'm quite familiar with, if you know what i mean.
i drive away slowly, we are having a nice time together, she tells me about her mum being a doctor, and how she taught her early on about sex ed. and how to not sleep with lots of guys for risk of diseases and stuff like this. so a little sex talk ensues. how old first time, etc etc
i park up, cross the road, holding her hand for safety lol, and into coffeeshop, order, pay, talk about stuff. she asks where i wanna sit i ignore her and walk out the door and into the park, take her hand and walk around slowly making my way to a secluded spot.
this is a really nice place. you could almost fool yourself into thinking you're not in the city. beautiful evening, it had rained all day but now is clear. i start talking lower and slower, heavy eye-contact, lots of touch, just talking shit, really. boring stuff about her trip tomorrow, flight times or whatever. holding hands, hands round her waist etc. putting her hands on my chest. i take her over to a covered area thinking the seats would be dry (they weren't) so we continue standing, i push her hair back away from her ears, then with both hands, touch her face, her neck, then i try to kiss her. nope! then she starts with all this "friends" horse shit. which is like water off a duck to me. i agree and amplify. keep talking about being friends and so on while keeping the sexy vibe. i think she is impressed actually. by my being completely unfazed by her words. i keep touching her and complimenting her on stupid shit and saying how if we weren't friends etc etc. can't remember exactly but i tried a couple of times to kiss her and she wasn't having it. in the end i didn't push too hard.
meh, that's it. i took her to the station, gave her a kind of pat on the head, like rubbed her head in an affectionate way. she thanked me warmly (for what i don't know. for not being pushy? for an enjoyable evening?) i thanked her too and watched her go down the escalator, well, she turned to watch me as she descended
