This is a couple nights ago. It’s Friday and the Nebraska night beckons. Couple buds and I decide to hit up the bars after a BBQ, so we roll out at 10:30 (I drive). We immediately locate the shittiest looking backstreet dive bar in the area, start drinking, and accost some chubby Asian girl, who we shoot the shit with for like 30 minutes until some cracked out nutcase comes up and briefly threatens to fight us before grabbing the Asian chick and running out. Oh Omaha, so quaint.
Obviously I’m not out on these streets to talk to chubby dive bar Asian girls all night. We leave, bounce between a couple bars. That’s when I spot it: a tiny corner bar with the word “karaoke” etched in red neon above a faded door. It’s a fact that I have a weakness for shitty karaoke bars, so I see that shit and immediately drag my buddies inside. My state is really solid at this point, I’m opening everyone there and a random chick next to me gets really drawn in when I start banging my titanium Apple card on the counter and yelling about its cashback benefits. A haggard old woman then grabs my arm and starts interrogating me and my buddies. I notice that there are a couple little cuties, a blond (who’s talking to some chode) and a redhead, down the bar on the other side of this lady, and I gather that the blond is her daughter and the redhead is the blond’s friend. I yell something at the redhead about one of her arm tats, she responds with some sass (nice), and I throw some right back. She comes over, she’s hooked. I don’t remember any of the stupid shit I’m saying to her at this point. The vibe is good.
A fatty comes over and wraps her arm around her. I infer she’s some lame friend. Just keep spittin and ignore her.
I realize we’ve all been standing around for a while, so I’m like “karaoke!” And take them over to book a karaoke room. It’s a 30 min wait. A lesser man might have bounced, but I feel the voices of Macklemore and Bono bubbling up inside me and they need to be freed. Eventually we’re in and Heidi (the redhead) serenades me with “Ice Ice Baby” and is grinding on me and this pole like she’s a damn stripper. The fatty starts touching me up too but I pay her no mind. I drag my friends up to sing various 90s rap songs because I sense they’re getting bored. This continues for a while until I close with a stunning rendition of “I still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For” and we all leave.
Heidi says she needs to go find her car, and I’m like cool I’ll help. Then she takes me aside and says this fat chick is actually NOT her friend but is actually just some random lesbo who’s been creeping on her all night. I just bust up laughing, like wtf? Lesson learned, this is why it’s important to determine relationships and not make assumptions. After that I have no qualms telling the lesbian to have a good night and fuck off (I was slightly more polite). The lesbian makes one more desperate attempt to grab Heidi and feel her up, and even plants a big ol kiss on her lips. Heidi looks extremely uncomfortable and I’m just watching and trying my best not to laugh. Then I shove the lesbian off and we all go off into the night.
This is where I nearly fuck things up by not being decisive. I’m thinking I’m going to angle to just ride back with Heidi to her place and it’ll be smooth sailing, so I give my keys to my buddies to drive themselves home since one of them seems sober enough. There’s a little bit of confusion due to general drunkenness and me not communicating my plan well and so everyone just ends up together in my car, and I decide to trash my original plan and take everyone back to my buddies’ house about 20 mins south to play Jackbox. She seems to get a little uncertain when I mention how far it is, but I deliberately act like it’s nothing and pretty soon she’s cool with it.
So yeah, we get to their place, I’m chilling with her on their couch as we vibe and play Jackbox. The two of them go to bed and I tell her I live nearby. Super easy from there. We get to my place and I lay her down on the bed and start feeling her up. Take her top off, then my shirt. I take my dick out and she sees it and just takes her own pants and panties off without question. Love this chick.
Didn’t last long the first time, and I figure my dick should be able to regroup for round two, but it never does which is disappointing. I’m not sure if it was nerves or what — she’s the first pussy I’ve had since my ex, so I’m guessing that’s it. She tells me I’m only the second dick she’s ever had. Normally I scoff when chicks say stuff like this but I get the sense she’s being truthful. We vibe a bit about meditation and yoga, which she’s into. She spends the night and we fuck again in the morning, and this time I’m able to reward her with a good dicking down, and I eat her out. Then I send her off because I need to get to a motorcycle training. Ya boy has places to be.
Feel pretty good about how it all went down, except of course my lack of decisive execution on the pull. I’m moving into an apartment right in downtown Omaha next week which will improve my logistics a ton, so driving 20 minutes to/from the bars won’t have to be a thing anymore.
Obviously I’m not out on these streets to talk to chubby dive bar Asian girls all night. We leave, bounce between a couple bars. That’s when I spot it: a tiny corner bar with the word “karaoke” etched in red neon above a faded door. It’s a fact that I have a weakness for shitty karaoke bars, so I see that shit and immediately drag my buddies inside. My state is really solid at this point, I’m opening everyone there and a random chick next to me gets really drawn in when I start banging my titanium Apple card on the counter and yelling about its cashback benefits. A haggard old woman then grabs my arm and starts interrogating me and my buddies. I notice that there are a couple little cuties, a blond (who’s talking to some chode) and a redhead, down the bar on the other side of this lady, and I gather that the blond is her daughter and the redhead is the blond’s friend. I yell something at the redhead about one of her arm tats, she responds with some sass (nice), and I throw some right back. She comes over, she’s hooked. I don’t remember any of the stupid shit I’m saying to her at this point. The vibe is good.
A fatty comes over and wraps her arm around her. I infer she’s some lame friend. Just keep spittin and ignore her.
I realize we’ve all been standing around for a while, so I’m like “karaoke!” And take them over to book a karaoke room. It’s a 30 min wait. A lesser man might have bounced, but I feel the voices of Macklemore and Bono bubbling up inside me and they need to be freed. Eventually we’re in and Heidi (the redhead) serenades me with “Ice Ice Baby” and is grinding on me and this pole like she’s a damn stripper. The fatty starts touching me up too but I pay her no mind. I drag my friends up to sing various 90s rap songs because I sense they’re getting bored. This continues for a while until I close with a stunning rendition of “I still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For” and we all leave.
Heidi says she needs to go find her car, and I’m like cool I’ll help. Then she takes me aside and says this fat chick is actually NOT her friend but is actually just some random lesbo who’s been creeping on her all night. I just bust up laughing, like wtf? Lesson learned, this is why it’s important to determine relationships and not make assumptions. After that I have no qualms telling the lesbian to have a good night and fuck off (I was slightly more polite). The lesbian makes one more desperate attempt to grab Heidi and feel her up, and even plants a big ol kiss on her lips. Heidi looks extremely uncomfortable and I’m just watching and trying my best not to laugh. Then I shove the lesbian off and we all go off into the night.
This is where I nearly fuck things up by not being decisive. I’m thinking I’m going to angle to just ride back with Heidi to her place and it’ll be smooth sailing, so I give my keys to my buddies to drive themselves home since one of them seems sober enough. There’s a little bit of confusion due to general drunkenness and me not communicating my plan well and so everyone just ends up together in my car, and I decide to trash my original plan and take everyone back to my buddies’ house about 20 mins south to play Jackbox. She seems to get a little uncertain when I mention how far it is, but I deliberately act like it’s nothing and pretty soon she’s cool with it.
So yeah, we get to their place, I’m chilling with her on their couch as we vibe and play Jackbox. The two of them go to bed and I tell her I live nearby. Super easy from there. We get to my place and I lay her down on the bed and start feeling her up. Take her top off, then my shirt. I take my dick out and she sees it and just takes her own pants and panties off without question. Love this chick.
Didn’t last long the first time, and I figure my dick should be able to regroup for round two, but it never does which is disappointing. I’m not sure if it was nerves or what — she’s the first pussy I’ve had since my ex, so I’m guessing that’s it. She tells me I’m only the second dick she’s ever had. Normally I scoff when chicks say stuff like this but I get the sense she’s being truthful. We vibe a bit about meditation and yoga, which she’s into. She spends the night and we fuck again in the morning, and this time I’m able to reward her with a good dicking down, and I eat her out. Then I send her off because I need to get to a motorcycle training. Ya boy has places to be.
Feel pretty good about how it all went down, except of course my lack of decisive execution on the pull. I’m moving into an apartment right in downtown Omaha next week which will improve my logistics a ton, so driving 20 minutes to/from the bars won’t have to be a thing anymore.
