A few days ago, I met a girl at a pub -- there was a board game night, and I asked her if she was looking for a game. She said she wasn't, but that she was looking for an extra player in her game. So, I joined her.
I sat with her and her friend, then, and we played a couple of games. Towards the beginning, after taking our orders, the waitress hugged me, as I hadn't seen her in awhile. The girl had already been pretty warm towards me, but this seemed to really set her off.
Her: "You're a bit of a lady's man, aren't you?"
Me, after a brief pause and the beginning of a smile: "She and I go way back."
Her: "So you're saying you've tapped that."
Me: "I'm not saying anything. You're leaping to conclusions."
Later in the night, we went to different table with better lighting. I sat down next to her, and she said,
"Yay! You sat down next to me! Why did you sit down next to me?" (aww, girls, they're so cute, with their massive need for affirmation...)
Me: "I might be sweet on you."
Her: "Are you sure it's not the alcohol?"
Me: "I don't know if I'm sure, but the alcohol sure is."
Her friend got there and the conversation went back to the game. She eventually said she wanted to play deer hunter with me, paid for the game, and we started shooting some deer. She kicked my ass...apparently she's a pro at the game. After the game, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close.
Her: "Are you putting the moves on me?"
Me: "Just one."
Her: "Which one is that?"
Me: "Just this one."
Her: "Even when you're drunk, you're awful at this!"
Me: "Being drunk makes you awful at things!"
Her: "Do you want my number?"
I was kind of floored, because this was...pretty fucking foward, but I don't think it showed.
Me: "Hmm...that depends. Are you going to be one of those super dodgy, flaky people who never wants to hang out?"
(This is the funny part)
Her: "I don't know about hang out, but we could, y'know, shag." (CAVEAT: I heard "chat", not "shag")
Me: "Mmm, I'll pass, then."
Her: "Oh...okay. Well, I have to go then."
Me: "Wait. Come dancing with me, I know a place that isn't far away."
Her: "I don't know, my friend is here...maybe."
Me: "Do you have your phone with you?"
Her: "I do."
Me: "Does your friend have a phone with him?"
Her: "Yes."
Me: "Then you're set."
I took her by the hands and started pulling her lightly towards the door.
Her: "Wait! I have to find my friend...I'm his ride home, I can't leave him."
Me: "Invite him along. It's just a few blocks away. You can text him or give him a call, you don't have to track him down."
Her: "Maybe he's at the bar next door..."
Me: "We'll check there, then."
We walked outside and to the other bar, didn't find her friend.
Me: "Okay, well...he can find you. Let's go dancing."
Her: "I really should find him..."
Me: "Okay, I'll tell you what...let's have one more look at the other bar, and if he's not there, call him, so that you can go dancing."
Her: "Okay."
We went back, and she found her friend and said she was going to go dancing. I talked with him about the location, he said he knew it, and he'd catch up with us later.
We made our way over, conversing, and it got interesting:
Her: "You're like Mr. Mixed Signals. You sit next to me and say you're sweet on me, then you don't want my number."
Me: "I'm moving soon."
Her: "See! So why would you just want to hang out? I figured you'd be down for something short term...That's why I offered to shag."
Me: *laughing* "I thought you said chat...okay. Hold on, here's my phone, put yourself in there."
Her: *complying* "This all makes so much more sense now!"
We danced, was seen in public with her, got some dancing in, some of my more...umm...thirsty friends commented on the hand placement, etc.
She left after the place closed in an hour. The next day we planned to meet up on Sunday, which was yesterday as I write this. She sent me a text thanking me for pulling her out of her comfort zone and getting her dancing.
This is getting long, so I'll cut a lot out. I made dinner, she came over, we ate a tiny bit and then started hooking up...but she kept saying things that made me laugh hysterically. We ended up really drawing the process out.
We finally got down to it, she was giving me head, and looked up.
Her: "We have a problem."
Me: "Yea, we do."
Her: "...How did you already know?!"
Me: "I'm just being agreeable. What's up, miss?"
Her: "I'm latex-free...and I didn't realize you were going to be, like, as wide as a coke bottle, so I didn't bring the big condoms..."
Me: "Oh, tragedy."
Her: "So...sex fail."
Me: "Man, I haven't had a sex fail since I was married!"
Her: "You're not supposed to say that!"
And laughter ensued. We hung out a bit longer, talked, and I sent her on her way. We may or may not meet up again, we'll see. I actually found that she was only "kinda cute" when I wasn't intoxicated as fuck, but she was also REALLY funny, so...we'll see how that goes.
This is my first FRish thing. I'm also going to post it in my journal. Feedback on any step of the process is welcome. This was easily the most forward woman I've met in awhile...I was actually continually thrown off by how forward she was, it was kind of weird.
I previously wouldn't have been as persistent as I was that night, but it seems to work really well, actually. That was probably the first major lesson I've picked up from Girls Chase, and I liked the results.
I sat with her and her friend, then, and we played a couple of games. Towards the beginning, after taking our orders, the waitress hugged me, as I hadn't seen her in awhile. The girl had already been pretty warm towards me, but this seemed to really set her off.
Her: "You're a bit of a lady's man, aren't you?"
Me, after a brief pause and the beginning of a smile: "She and I go way back."
Her: "So you're saying you've tapped that."
Me: "I'm not saying anything. You're leaping to conclusions."
Later in the night, we went to different table with better lighting. I sat down next to her, and she said,
"Yay! You sat down next to me! Why did you sit down next to me?" (aww, girls, they're so cute, with their massive need for affirmation...)
Me: "I might be sweet on you."
Her: "Are you sure it's not the alcohol?"
Me: "I don't know if I'm sure, but the alcohol sure is."
Her friend got there and the conversation went back to the game. She eventually said she wanted to play deer hunter with me, paid for the game, and we started shooting some deer. She kicked my ass...apparently she's a pro at the game. After the game, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close.
Her: "Are you putting the moves on me?"
Me: "Just one."
Her: "Which one is that?"
Me: "Just this one."
Her: "Even when you're drunk, you're awful at this!"
Me: "Being drunk makes you awful at things!"
Her: "Do you want my number?"
I was kind of floored, because this was...pretty fucking foward, but I don't think it showed.
Me: "Hmm...that depends. Are you going to be one of those super dodgy, flaky people who never wants to hang out?"
(This is the funny part)
Her: "I don't know about hang out, but we could, y'know, shag." (CAVEAT: I heard "chat", not "shag")
Me: "Mmm, I'll pass, then."
Her: "Oh...okay. Well, I have to go then."
Me: "Wait. Come dancing with me, I know a place that isn't far away."
Her: "I don't know, my friend is here...maybe."
Me: "Do you have your phone with you?"
Her: "I do."
Me: "Does your friend have a phone with him?"
Her: "Yes."
Me: "Then you're set."
I took her by the hands and started pulling her lightly towards the door.
Her: "Wait! I have to find my friend...I'm his ride home, I can't leave him."
Me: "Invite him along. It's just a few blocks away. You can text him or give him a call, you don't have to track him down."
Her: "Maybe he's at the bar next door..."
Me: "We'll check there, then."
We walked outside and to the other bar, didn't find her friend.
Me: "Okay, well...he can find you. Let's go dancing."
Her: "I really should find him..."
Me: "Okay, I'll tell you what...let's have one more look at the other bar, and if he's not there, call him, so that you can go dancing."
Her: "Okay."
We went back, and she found her friend and said she was going to go dancing. I talked with him about the location, he said he knew it, and he'd catch up with us later.
We made our way over, conversing, and it got interesting:
Her: "You're like Mr. Mixed Signals. You sit next to me and say you're sweet on me, then you don't want my number."
Me: "I'm moving soon."
Her: "See! So why would you just want to hang out? I figured you'd be down for something short term...That's why I offered to shag."
Me: *laughing* "I thought you said chat...okay. Hold on, here's my phone, put yourself in there."
Her: *complying* "This all makes so much more sense now!"
We danced, was seen in public with her, got some dancing in, some of my more...umm...thirsty friends commented on the hand placement, etc.
She left after the place closed in an hour. The next day we planned to meet up on Sunday, which was yesterday as I write this. She sent me a text thanking me for pulling her out of her comfort zone and getting her dancing.
This is getting long, so I'll cut a lot out. I made dinner, she came over, we ate a tiny bit and then started hooking up...but she kept saying things that made me laugh hysterically. We ended up really drawing the process out.
We finally got down to it, she was giving me head, and looked up.
Her: "We have a problem."
Me: "Yea, we do."
Her: "...How did you already know?!"
Me: "I'm just being agreeable. What's up, miss?"
Her: "I'm latex-free...and I didn't realize you were going to be, like, as wide as a coke bottle, so I didn't bring the big condoms..."
Me: "Oh, tragedy."
Her: "So...sex fail."
Me: "Man, I haven't had a sex fail since I was married!"
Her: "You're not supposed to say that!"
And laughter ensued. We hung out a bit longer, talked, and I sent her on her way. We may or may not meet up again, we'll see. I actually found that she was only "kinda cute" when I wasn't intoxicated as fuck, but she was also REALLY funny, so...we'll see how that goes.
This is my first FRish thing. I'm also going to post it in my journal. Feedback on any step of the process is welcome. This was easily the most forward woman I've met in awhile...I was actually continually thrown off by how forward she was, it was kind of weird.
I previously wouldn't have been as persistent as I was that night, but it seems to work really well, actually. That was probably the first major lesson I've picked up from Girls Chase, and I liked the results.
