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In a couple of my recent field reports, Anatman kindly commented that he "wanted me to" press for a same-day date wherever possible. A great piece of advice, it turns out 
There is an outdoor mall in our city, recently converted from a defunct industrial plant, with beautifully paved streets and attractive modern buildings. At the center of the complex, there is a little park with benches around the outside.
At lunchtime today, I am walking in this mall when I come to the park at the center and see two of the benches occupied by women seated singly. The lady farther off, upon closer inspection, turns out to be relatively unattractive, and I am about to walk on when I notice that the girl on the nearer bench has pretty blond hair, a lovely slim figure and the most delightful legs.
I'm a terrible sucker for legs. Hot, shapely long legs in tight jeans set me off like crazy, but bare legs proudly on display, cascading out from under a tight royal-blue miniskirt, delicately crossed and pointing teasingly toward me... I'm helpless. Done for.
I go and sit down next to the dame.
She's just starting a week off between jobs. She's very happy with the new job she's found, and she's taking advantage of the time to just do nothing and soak up some sunshine. Sounds good to me.
I don't know how tall she is, but she's tiny. Later when I had my arm around her, I could grasp her around the shoulder without raising my arm at all; in a sitting position, I could put my arm right around her and reach back and touch my own body with the same hand, without squashing her. Given that she's also slim (low BMI), she must weigh under a hundred pounds. For her height, those luscious legs are really long. I can't work out how old she is and she hasn't given me enough information, nor have I asked (there wasn't a good time), but I'd guess 28.
We chat for about 10 minutes and I briefly toy with the idea of an instadate, but I have a meeting at 3:30 PM that I arranged myself and am leading, and I don't really think I can cancel it at such notice. I tell her this and suggest we meet in the evening, considering she has nothing to do all week. She assents and leaves her phone number.
I call her 50 minutes later, from my office, and fix up the details. We arrange to meet at 6 PM the same day (thanks Anatman).
She shows up 15 minutes late and she is still in the same blue miniskirt. I tell her how hot I find that and can't get enough of it, and get up and grab her and kiss her on the cheek. She sits; she orders red wine, I order white. We chat for maybe an hour.
We have masses in common. I mean, outlook on life, deepest beliefs, interests, even some coincidental events. She asks me about myself in equal measure, and I find myself comfortable and able to be very open with her, which is unusual... as I mention to her in our conversation, I confide in almost no one. We talk about our attitude to risk, initially in the context of employment and choosing where to live, but she flips it and essentially qualifies me for opening her in the outdoor mall: nothing ventured, nothing gained.
She's agreeing to everything I say; from the moment in the mall when she said I could sit next to her, I don't think she's ever dissented to anything. She tells me she runs to keep fit, and usually does it in the early morning on the city's main street, but further uptown from where we are at present. I suggest we walk the bit she knows less well, heading downtown, and she's all for it. I pick up the check, we head out and I tell her to take my arm, which she does readily.
All of a sudden she's getting very close and cozy. I realize I need to get us off of the streets and somewhere more private and romantic where I can kiss her. I suggest the city's famous park and (you guessed it) she complies. We make a left turn, another left turn, chatting all the while; I lead her down the pathway among greenery, and we come to the pond where mist is settling over the water after a hot, humid day punctuated by brisk, cooling showers. Geese are frolicking, some in couples.
I lead her out onto the wooden jetty, I put down my umbrella on a stone column and she follows suit with her cellphone and purse. We kiss. A lot.
She wants to sit; the stone column is too small for the both of us, so I lead her back toward the benches and a little stone wall which is drier. She follows my every command. We sit and kiss, talking all the while.
I suggest isolating completely, to a private location, in preparation for sex and she is very flattered. You can see that she is on the fence about it. I give her space and change the subject; we kiss some more. I remark on her soft, smooth legs and tell her how incredibly sexy I find them. She lets me put my hands all over them as much as I want. She also touches and strokes me a lot. Cool girl
We head back to her car, intermittently holding hands or with my arm around her. I get the impression she prefers holding hands. She tells me this was an unexpectedly good first day of her week off She's so incredibly, daintily sweet; she also turns me on like crazy. It's an unusual combination of powerful sex appeal with kindness and gentleness, propped up by a firm sense of self and structured way of living. I find myself quite liking her.
She follows all my directions about getting a parking validation from the café and she drives me toward my car, which is a few blocks off in the deck I use for work. When she stops I press to isolate a couple more times. All in all I ask her I think four times, and she makes relatively weak excuses and you can tell that she's not refusing outright, just maybe not ready just yet. Maybe I should have pressed harder, but I didn't want to ruin a very lovely evening by asking about 15 times and making her angry, and I thought it unnecessary. Hopefully, she'll be wondering what it'd have been like if she'd agreed, and I will try to move things to the next stage later in the week.
We kiss again and she tells me we'll "talk soon" before she leaves.
-Marty
There is an outdoor mall in our city, recently converted from a defunct industrial plant, with beautifully paved streets and attractive modern buildings. At the center of the complex, there is a little park with benches around the outside.
At lunchtime today, I am walking in this mall when I come to the park at the center and see two of the benches occupied by women seated singly. The lady farther off, upon closer inspection, turns out to be relatively unattractive, and I am about to walk on when I notice that the girl on the nearer bench has pretty blond hair, a lovely slim figure and the most delightful legs.
I'm a terrible sucker for legs. Hot, shapely long legs in tight jeans set me off like crazy, but bare legs proudly on display, cascading out from under a tight royal-blue miniskirt, delicately crossed and pointing teasingly toward me... I'm helpless. Done for.
I go and sit down next to the dame.
- Marty: Mind if I take a seat?
LittleSweetheart: Sure, go ahead!
Marty: You have a gorgeous figure.
LittleSweetheart: Thank you!
Marty: What's your name?
She's just starting a week off between jobs. She's very happy with the new job she's found, and she's taking advantage of the time to just do nothing and soak up some sunshine. Sounds good to me.
I don't know how tall she is, but she's tiny. Later when I had my arm around her, I could grasp her around the shoulder without raising my arm at all; in a sitting position, I could put my arm right around her and reach back and touch my own body with the same hand, without squashing her. Given that she's also slim (low BMI), she must weigh under a hundred pounds. For her height, those luscious legs are really long. I can't work out how old she is and she hasn't given me enough information, nor have I asked (there wasn't a good time), but I'd guess 28.
We chat for about 10 minutes and I briefly toy with the idea of an instadate, but I have a meeting at 3:30 PM that I arranged myself and am leading, and I don't really think I can cancel it at such notice. I tell her this and suggest we meet in the evening, considering she has nothing to do all week. She assents and leaves her phone number.
I call her 50 minutes later, from my office, and fix up the details. We arrange to meet at 6 PM the same day (thanks Anatman).
She shows up 15 minutes late and she is still in the same blue miniskirt. I tell her how hot I find that and can't get enough of it, and get up and grab her and kiss her on the cheek. She sits; she orders red wine, I order white. We chat for maybe an hour.
We have masses in common. I mean, outlook on life, deepest beliefs, interests, even some coincidental events. She asks me about myself in equal measure, and I find myself comfortable and able to be very open with her, which is unusual... as I mention to her in our conversation, I confide in almost no one. We talk about our attitude to risk, initially in the context of employment and choosing where to live, but she flips it and essentially qualifies me for opening her in the outdoor mall: nothing ventured, nothing gained.
She's agreeing to everything I say; from the moment in the mall when she said I could sit next to her, I don't think she's ever dissented to anything. She tells me she runs to keep fit, and usually does it in the early morning on the city's main street, but further uptown from where we are at present. I suggest we walk the bit she knows less well, heading downtown, and she's all for it. I pick up the check, we head out and I tell her to take my arm, which she does readily.
All of a sudden she's getting very close and cozy. I realize I need to get us off of the streets and somewhere more private and romantic where I can kiss her. I suggest the city's famous park and (you guessed it) she complies. We make a left turn, another left turn, chatting all the while; I lead her down the pathway among greenery, and we come to the pond where mist is settling over the water after a hot, humid day punctuated by brisk, cooling showers. Geese are frolicking, some in couples.
I lead her out onto the wooden jetty, I put down my umbrella on a stone column and she follows suit with her cellphone and purse. We kiss. A lot.
She wants to sit; the stone column is too small for the both of us, so I lead her back toward the benches and a little stone wall which is drier. She follows my every command. We sit and kiss, talking all the while.
I suggest isolating completely, to a private location, in preparation for sex and she is very flattered. You can see that she is on the fence about it. I give her space and change the subject; we kiss some more. I remark on her soft, smooth legs and tell her how incredibly sexy I find them. She lets me put my hands all over them as much as I want. She also touches and strokes me a lot. Cool girl
We head back to her car, intermittently holding hands or with my arm around her. I get the impression she prefers holding hands. She tells me this was an unexpectedly good first day of her week off
She's so incredibly, daintily sweet; she also turns me on like crazy. It's an unusual combination of powerful sex appeal with kindness and gentleness, propped up by a firm sense of self and structured way of living. I find myself quite liking her.She follows all my directions about getting a parking validation from the café and she drives me toward my car, which is a few blocks off in the deck I use for work. When she stops I press to isolate a couple more times. All in all I ask her I think four times, and she makes relatively weak excuses and you can tell that she's not refusing outright, just maybe not ready just yet. Maybe I should have pressed harder, but I didn't want to ruin a very lovely evening by asking about 15 times and making her angry, and I thought it unnecessary. Hopefully, she'll be wondering what it'd have been like if she'd agreed, and I will try to move things to the next stage later in the week.
We kiss again and she tells me we'll "talk soon" before she leaves.
-Marty
