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Okay peeps, help me out with this one if you would.
This evening I am heading to the gym at around 7:30 PM when I see a girl who has apparently just left the same gym, clad in black yoga pants and a violet sporting top, walking to her car. She has rich dark brown hair pleated and slung over one shoulder, as is the contemporary fashion. My feet involuntarily change direction to follow her. I confess I let some very nice girls pass me by to this day, but when I see something like this, autopilot takes over to ensure all mating opportunities are fully explored... I have no choice.
As I observe her from behind I note that she has my favorite figure. Allow me to explain. The archetypal "perfect" vital statistics for glamour models that the Europeans call "90-60-90" (I suppose it would be 36-24-36 in the States) are a wonderful thing to behold, but what gets me even more hot under the collar is when the girl is ever so slightly "bottom heavy", that is to say the chest is somewhat narrower than "ideal" and the hips broader. I guess something like 85-60-95 is what we are discussing here; in any case, women from the Netherlands often have this shape, and Eastern Slavic women to a lesser extent too (Russians and Ukrainians)... they still have the reduced chest but the inflated hips are not so pronounced as with the Dutch. This ultra-feminine appearance does things to me that any potential enemies would find all too easy to exploit
In any case, this woman is a homegrown American beauty. I'm not the best judge of age but I'd guess 24.
I hear two young, uniformed security personnel walking right behind me remark to each other that she is a "fine piece of ass" and "highly fuckable". Thanks for filling me in on that score, fellas
So, she comes to her car, unlocks it and sits in the driver position; for the first time, I see her from the front. Thank God, she is not quite perfect: her face is very pretty, extremely pleasurable to look at, but not sublime. A sigh of relief for that slight imperfection... I will not suffer a heart-attack this time
I don't think I'll make it in time. She'll shut the car door and I'll be done for. My feet continue to direct me toward my quarry, however
I come closer and suddenly she locks eyes with me. She SMILES at me. She is holding the door open.
Waiting!!
Basically, she's worth it... if you're in any doubt. Yeah, really worth it. Big time. So, what should I do? Considering today's Monday...
-Marty
This evening I am heading to the gym at around 7:30 PM when I see a girl who has apparently just left the same gym, clad in black yoga pants and a violet sporting top, walking to her car. She has rich dark brown hair pleated and slung over one shoulder, as is the contemporary fashion. My feet involuntarily change direction to follow her. I confess I let some very nice girls pass me by to this day, but when I see something like this, autopilot takes over to ensure all mating opportunities are fully explored... I have no choice.
As I observe her from behind I note that she has my favorite figure. Allow me to explain. The archetypal "perfect" vital statistics for glamour models that the Europeans call "90-60-90" (I suppose it would be 36-24-36 in the States) are a wonderful thing to behold, but what gets me even more hot under the collar is when the girl is ever so slightly "bottom heavy", that is to say the chest is somewhat narrower than "ideal" and the hips broader. I guess something like 85-60-95 is what we are discussing here; in any case, women from the Netherlands often have this shape, and Eastern Slavic women to a lesser extent too (Russians and Ukrainians)... they still have the reduced chest but the inflated hips are not so pronounced as with the Dutch. This ultra-feminine appearance does things to me that any potential enemies would find all too easy to exploit
I hear two young, uniformed security personnel walking right behind me remark to each other that she is a "fine piece of ass" and "highly fuckable". Thanks for filling me in on that score, fellas
So, she comes to her car, unlocks it and sits in the driver position; for the first time, I see her from the front. Thank God, she is not quite perfect: her face is very pretty, extremely pleasurable to look at, but not sublime. A sigh of relief for that slight imperfection... I will not suffer a heart-attack this time
I don't think I'll make it in time. She'll shut the car door and I'll be done for. My feet continue to direct me toward my quarry, however
I come closer and suddenly she locks eyes with me. She SMILES at me. She is holding the door open.
Waiting!!
Marty: Hey!
Girl: Hey!
Marty: Are you just done working out?
Girl: Yeah!
Marty: Just heading there myself. I saw you glide by so gracefully and simply couldn't resist coming over to say hello.
Girl: Well, I... I mean, that's... !!!
Marty: What's your name?
Girl: I haven't worked out in a while, actually. This was the first time for a few weeks.
Marty: Well, your shape looks pretty fine to me!
Girl: Thank you! Well, I do hiking too... and yoga! I'm just off to yoga actually.
Marty: So, workout followed by yoga class... very intense, huh?
Girl: Very intense.
Marty: What time does your class start?
Girl: 8 PM.
Marty: You'd better go. Care to grab dinner with me another day?
Girl: I mean, I'd really like to, but...
Girl: I'm not really dating anyone at the moment.
Marty: (wiseass grin) Well, I didn't necessarily say I wanted to date you... we can make it just dinner, it doesn't have to be a date as such. Can just do coffee if you want.
Girl: Mmmm... tell you what, are you here often?
Marty: Well yes I am, but I think you'd better leave me your cell phone number just in case. I'll have to memorize it, I don't bring my phone to the gym.
Girl: I can't give you my number just yet. But I work over at the XYZ tavern, you know? 3 evenings a week. Thu-Fri-Sat 8 PM – 11 PM.
Marty: Aha so you want me to just... drop by?
Girl: Yes.
Marty: {Name}, isn't it?
Girl: Yes.
Marty: Thursday, Friday, Saturday late evening. And you don't want to leave your number because... you've had a bad experience in the past?
Girl: Yes.
Marty: Fair enough. XYZ Tavern, huh? Okay, we'll have to see about that. Enjoy the rest of your evening!
Girl: You too, it was nice to meet you!
Basically, she's worth it... if you're in any doubt. Yeah, really worth it. Big time. So, what should I do? Considering today's Monday...
- Go this Thursday, alone, at 10:45 PM, grab a drink and catch her as she comes off shift?
- Wait till NEXT Thursday, then go alone, at 10:45 PM, grab a drink and catch her as she comes off shift?
- Fri & Sat are probably a bad option, agreed? Something else? Would you go with a male friend? Or with a girl?!?
-Marty