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Okay fellas, with your help I knew I could do it.
18-year-old undergrad: opened right outside her halls of residence, insta-date, insta-kiss. On the mouth. Of course.
Here goes...
I take the subway downtown after lunch and exit near the state university. After a blowoff by one attractive businesswoman, I find myself walking up a major street that has university buildings on either side. I haven't been in this particular neighborhood of the campus before, and I take a few minutes to get the feel of the place. Student cafeterias, faculty buildings, mixed in with ordinary businesses and stores. A university hospital a quarter-mile or so behind me. Students everywhere.
I reach a big intersection and contemplate crossing and rounding out the block on the next parallel street, but decide to head back the way I just came: it seems to have rich pickings. Good decision.
After crossing the first side-street a tall girl (perhaps 6'1") comes up, carrying a trombone case. Long chestnut hair over one shoulder, a generous body with all the right curves in all the right places. I keep my sunglasses on (thanks Tool). As I check her out casually, she stares at me. Hard.
It's only a momentary glare—perhaps half a second—but it's enough. It's unquestionable.
I turn to catch up. She's moving fast; I have to follow her across the side-street before I can draw level.
I ask her name, ask about the trombone, correctly assume she's studying music. She plays the 'cello too. She stops outside what I have come to realize is obviously her hall of residence. She doesn't seem in any hurry.
I'm not sure if I've been direct enough, so I compliment her unambiguously on her appearance:
I go heavy on the leading touch throughout the walk.
I ask her what her favorite food is and she chooses an Indian quick-serve restaurant with some excellent-looking curries; I've already eaten though, so I just get an ice-tea for myself and buy her a plate of her chosen food. I lead her to a table outdoors, where the sun is shining and all seems right with the world.
The deep-dive goes yet deeper. I give her a few teasing nudges with my knee and take her hand a few times. At one point I hand her my business card; later I get her to key in her cell number into my phone, and she insists on a text from me so she has mine too, seemingly forgetting that I gave her my card a moment before. Good to know that she's eager to stay in touch. I find myself staring at her mouth. She's lovely.
About an hour after I first met her, she's done eating and I know she has rehearsal coming up in twenty-five minutes' time. I move her a little way up the street, explain that I am taking the subway back to the office and ask her which direction she's headed. At the place where we part, I put my left arm around her and draw her in for a kiss.
The first lands on the cheek, but I draw her closer with my other arm and we kiss on the mouth for a few seconds. No tongue, but it still tastes amazing. As I draw away she has a look of uncomprehending surprise in her eyes: I don't know what she's thinking, but it looks like "I wonder if he's usually like this".
Getting her to bed might be a challenge; traces of the conversation indicated she comes from a religious background... however, there may be a rebellious streak in there. She mentioned how she went against her parents' wishes in her choice of university, to be in the big city.
If I can get her to agree to a second meeting, that'll be an achievement in itself. Meanwhile, I've broken the jinx!
-Marty
18-year-old undergrad: opened right outside her halls of residence, insta-date, insta-kiss. On the mouth. Of course.
Here goes...
I take the subway downtown after lunch and exit near the state university. After a blowoff by one attractive businesswoman, I find myself walking up a major street that has university buildings on either side. I haven't been in this particular neighborhood of the campus before, and I take a few minutes to get the feel of the place. Student cafeterias, faculty buildings, mixed in with ordinary businesses and stores. A university hospital a quarter-mile or so behind me. Students everywhere.
I reach a big intersection and contemplate crossing and rounding out the block on the next parallel street, but decide to head back the way I just came: it seems to have rich pickings. Good decision.
After crossing the first side-street a tall girl (perhaps 6'1") comes up, carrying a trombone case. Long chestnut hair over one shoulder, a generous body with all the right curves in all the right places. I keep my sunglasses on (thanks Tool). As I check her out casually, she stares at me. Hard.
It's only a momentary glare—perhaps half a second—but it's enough. It's unquestionable.
I turn to catch up. She's moving fast; I have to follow her across the side-street before I can draw level.
Marty: Hey. (gesturing to remove earbuds)
WhatSweeterMusic: Hello! (removes earbuds)
Marty: I just saw you walk past a moment ago... (gesturing back toward where we crossed paths)... and you have such magnetic eyes, I simply had to turn back and say hello.
WhatSweeterMusic: Oh! (smiling) Well, hello!
I ask her name, ask about the trombone, correctly assume she's studying music. She plays the 'cello too. She stops outside what I have come to realize is obviously her hall of residence. She doesn't seem in any hurry.
I'm not sure if I've been direct enough, so I compliment her unambiguously on her appearance:
Marty: You have such a delighful tall figure (indicating up and down as I take it all in), I find it so attractive.
WhatSweeterMusic: (smiling happily) Thank you, that's very nice!
Marty: Why don't we grab... no, in fact, what are you up to right now?
WhatSweeterMusic: Well I was just going to get something to eat, and then head to rehearsal.
Marty: Do you want to have lunch with me?
WhatSweeterMusic: Sure, why not? I'll just drop this instrument back at my dorm room, then I'll be right back. See you in a few.
I go heavy on the leading touch throughout the walk.
I ask her what her favorite food is and she chooses an Indian quick-serve restaurant with some excellent-looking curries; I've already eaten though, so I just get an ice-tea for myself and buy her a plate of her chosen food. I lead her to a table outdoors, where the sun is shining and all seems right with the world.
The deep-dive goes yet deeper. I give her a few teasing nudges with my knee and take her hand a few times. At one point I hand her my business card; later I get her to key in her cell number into my phone, and she insists on a text from me so she has mine too, seemingly forgetting that I gave her my card a moment before. Good to know that she's eager to stay in touch. I find myself staring at her mouth. She's lovely.
About an hour after I first met her, she's done eating and I know she has rehearsal coming up in twenty-five minutes' time. I move her a little way up the street, explain that I am taking the subway back to the office and ask her which direction she's headed. At the place where we part, I put my left arm around her and draw her in for a kiss.
The first lands on the cheek, but I draw her closer with my other arm and we kiss on the mouth for a few seconds. No tongue, but it still tastes amazing. As I draw away she has a look of uncomprehending surprise in her eyes: I don't know what she's thinking, but it looks like "I wonder if he's usually like this".
Getting her to bed might be a challenge; traces of the conversation indicated she comes from a religious background... however, there may be a rebellious streak in there. She mentioned how she went against her parents' wishes in her choice of university, to be in the big city.
If I can get her to agree to a second meeting, that'll be an achievement in itself. Meanwhile, I've broken the jinx!
-Marty