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Two days ago, fresh out of seeing the Michael movie, I took a casual troll, waffle in hand, humming Billie Jean, when a cafe caught my eye. It looked familiar.
Turns out it was the one @Atlas IV and I hung out a couple months ago when we first met as he was flying out from my city. Recalling how good the Americano was and feeling intensely nostalgic about Atlas, I go in.
It's a very small place. There's one small seating area and across, a thin bar like table afixed to the wall. Pretty crammed but I'm the only customer.
After going through the menu, I order a sandwich and of course, a hot Americano. That's when I notice a girl was sitting across. I had not seen her enter.
From behind, she looks great: jet black hair and nice ass, although she was seated. As an ass man, you can gauge an ass by her waist, legs and the way her ass spreads on the seat.
When she turns to give her order, I catch a glimpse of her face. Very nice.
Approach anxiety hits me pretty hard, perhpas because the place is so small, enhancing the spotlight effect. I decide to finish my food and coffee and then approach her on the way out. That way, if she rejects me, I can get out of there.
After my last sip, I put the mug down and walk up to her, reaching for her shoulder from the side, tapping slightly.
Approach
Me: Hey...excuse me?
Her: Turns to me, eyebrows raised.
I lean against the table and my confidence finds me somehow. I speak slower, combined with a slow spreading smile and sideglance.
Me: I was sitting over there... enjoying my coffee...and the coffee is pretty nice here, isn't it?...anyway, I was sitting over there and I saw you...and damn, you look gorgeous.
Her (a bit shocked and shy smile) Uhm thanks.
Me (slight pause and nod) I'm James, btw.
Her: Hi, I'm Cindy
I extend my hand and she takes it.
Me: That's an intesting bracelet you've got there, Cindy (she had some DIY bracelet thing.)
Her: Thanks, I made it (confirmed my initial thought)
Me: Made it?
Her: Yes
Me: Bracelet making....That's an interesting hobby.
Her: Yes, I took a workshop when I lived in Vietnam.
Me: That's cool. Are you from there originally?
Her: From? Vietnam?
Me: Yeah.
Her: No, I'm from Beijing.
Me: Ah.
Her: You know?
I make a funny face.
Me: If I know Beijing? (absurd voice)
Her: Yes (she starts to smile)
I stroke my chin and tap my cheek with my index finger, pretending to think hard.
Me: Now, lemme thiiiiink about that.
She laughs
Me: Beijing...hmmm... lemme guess... it's that city in southern Australia right?
She laughts harder.
Me: Famous for some kinda of wall? Yeah, I might have heard about it.
She keeps laughing.
Me: Anyway, so you're a bracelet maker, right?
Her: It's just a hobby!
Me: Yeah but you should make me one.
Her: Yes okay
Me: I'm serious. And I want one that matches my brown hairy arm.
She laughs and covers her mouth. It's cute when girls do that.
Her: Are you a tourist? Or living here?
Me: I'm both.
Her: Both?
Me: Yes. I have been living here for almost a decade but I still explore around like I'm a tourist. That's how I don't slip into a boring routine, you know?
Her: To be honest, I am living here for 5 years and i am already in a routine.
Me: Yeah, it's easy to slip into one. Gotta work extra hard to keep that spark. Pretending to be a tourist is an easy way to do that.
Her: I agree!
I offer a high five and she high fives back.
Me: Cindy, I gotta head now, but we should get together someday.
Her: Okay.
Me: Got whatsapp?
Her: Yes but I use WeChat mostly.
Me: I just got a new phone and lost my WeChat login. let's do whatsapp
Her: Ok yes
I take her phone, type my number in and message her.
Me: Lovely meeting you, Cindy! Imma head now
Her: Yes see you!
Texting
I text her that night and suggest getting a drink. She replies one day later (wednesday) and says sure, what about tomorrow evening (Thursday)
I reply "works for me"
Date
We agree on 8pm but at 7h45 pm she texts me that she will be 15 minutes late. She ends up showing up at 8h45pm, saying she misjudged the time it would take to get here by bus.
I tell her it's cool.
She's wearing a cute white dress and has some kind of sports bag with her.
Me: (showing her bag) Gym?
Her: It's yoga
Me: Ah cool, how long you been doing yoga?
From the metro exit, we start to walk to the drinks place (the same one from the interior decorator LR)
Her: I'm actually a yoga intstructor.
Me: Really?
Her: Yeah
Me: That's cool. So you have your own studio and all?
Her: I recently got one. The paperwork was complicated but finally yes I got it.
Me: Awesome, well you've gotta give me the address. I could do with some stretching
Her: Haha it's only for women!
Me: Only women in the class?
Her: Yes, female only yoga class.
Me: Hmm, so you're telling me I'd be doing yoga among only women, all wearing yoga pants and stretching in those...uhm...interesting positions?
She laughs and playfully punches me. (very good sign)
Her: You would not even be allowed in!
Me: Who knows... I could totally dress up as a woman. I bet you wouldn't even know
Her (laughing harder): There's NO way YOU would ever pass for a woman.
Me: Why not?
Her: You look too...uhm...how to say?
Me: (eyebrows raised)
She laughs and hits me again.
Her: You know! You're too...(she glances at my arm)
I look at my arm and deliberately caress my hairy arm.
Me: Jeeeeezus christ, so you guys discriminate against hairy people!
She laughs pretty hard. She's about to protest but we reach the drinks place and I guide her in to my usual spot.
She orders a drink (I notice alcoholic) while I get my usual non-alcoholic drink.
Sitting next to each other, I deep dive her a bit about her love of yoga.
She explains that she found yoga at a time when she was pretty depressed and found relief in physical exercise, and eventually yoga. I related back to her how I found joy in working out in different parks in the city, given that I do only calisthenics (for anyone interested, I follow Movie Star Bodyweight program by Kinobody and have worked up to one arm chin ups. 100% recommended)
Being next to each other, I get plenty of touch in. I caress her hair, I sqeeze her thigh, touch her as I make a point, poke her stomach playfully, all done in a very natural cadence befitting the flow and underlying energy of the interaction.
At some point she asks about my passions and I mention I like writing stories.
Her: That's awesome that you write. But if you don't mind, can I say something?
Me: Sure
Her: I find that men are terrible at writing female characters.
Me: Ah why so?
Her: I don't know, it's like they see women so one dimensional. Either she's super sexy and brainless or smart but not beautiful
Me: Yes and the smart girl is never depicted having any sort of sexual desire, right?
Her: Yes! It's like she's just made to fit in a box
(I don't know what male writers she has read that have not well written female characters cuz in my reading, it's female writers like the one who wrote 50 Shades and Twillight who write their women as one dimensional but I decide not to get into that)
Me: You know, interesting thing you said about the woman being just super sexy. It's really just a mistake a lot of men make.
Her: Which is?
Me: They treat women as sex obejcts
Her: Exactly!
Me: When in fact, women are sex subjects!
She listens attentively as I go into Teevster's sex objects vs sex subjects gambit. By the look on her face, the way she leans her body into me and nods as she drinks, I feel it's well received.
I also feel it's time to pull.
I let the conversation come to a natural pause as we finish our drinks and suggest we stop by my place.
Not the smoothest pull and not seeded at all (my mistake)
Her: Why your place?
Me: Cuz it's right around the corner.
She looks uncertain. I pretend not to notice.
Me: We'll drop by 5 minutes. Come.
Her: Oh ok, great. If you don't mind, I need to use your bathroom.
That's hilarious because there's a giant neon sign for toilets in the bar and she can't have not seen it.
I pay for the drinks and we leave.
My place is super close so we're already by the lift. She makes brief comments about how the weather is getting humid. I answer back, keeping the conversation going.
At my place, I direct her to the bathroom, which is conveniently in my bedroom since I moved in a studio apartment. I sit on the bed.
She comes out and mentions how clean the bathroom is (courtesy my girlfriend lol)
I direct her to sit on my bed. She does. I kiss her right away.
She kisses back then breaks it.
Her: I'm sorry, I'm just disgusting. I had yoga class and came straight over without showering.
Me: No worries
Her: Do you mind if I take a shower?
Me: Of course.
She goes in and starts showering. 10 minutes later, she calls me, asking for a towel. I hear the water still running so I enter. Behind the fully transparent glass shower cabin, she's fully naked, her yoga body in full glory.
I'm completely at ease around naked women (took years to get there) so I glance around as if nothing, searching for the towels.
Me: There they are (placing towels near the sink)
Her: Thanks!
Me: Come to think of it, I need a shower too
Her: Ok sure
I undress and enter the shower. I let the water run and ask her to soap my body and holy shit it turns me on.
It's not long before we are making out like animals, getting out of the shower still kissing, half drying ourselves with the towels and eventually falling into bed.
We go at it for almost two hours. Both satisfied.
In the morning, she wakes up before me, goes to the kitchen and cooks me fried noodles and brings it to me in bed.
I sit in bed while she's laying across me in her yoga pants scrolling on her phone.
The sight of the fried noodles and her ass in the yoga pants is just lovely.
Turns out it was the one @Atlas IV and I hung out a couple months ago when we first met as he was flying out from my city. Recalling how good the Americano was and feeling intensely nostalgic about Atlas, I go in.
It's a very small place. There's one small seating area and across, a thin bar like table afixed to the wall. Pretty crammed but I'm the only customer.
After going through the menu, I order a sandwich and of course, a hot Americano. That's when I notice a girl was sitting across. I had not seen her enter.
From behind, she looks great: jet black hair and nice ass, although she was seated. As an ass man, you can gauge an ass by her waist, legs and the way her ass spreads on the seat.
When she turns to give her order, I catch a glimpse of her face. Very nice.
Approach anxiety hits me pretty hard, perhpas because the place is so small, enhancing the spotlight effect. I decide to finish my food and coffee and then approach her on the way out. That way, if she rejects me, I can get out of there.
After my last sip, I put the mug down and walk up to her, reaching for her shoulder from the side, tapping slightly.
Approach
Me: Hey...excuse me?
Her: Turns to me, eyebrows raised.
I lean against the table and my confidence finds me somehow. I speak slower, combined with a slow spreading smile and sideglance.
Me: I was sitting over there... enjoying my coffee...and the coffee is pretty nice here, isn't it?...anyway, I was sitting over there and I saw you...and damn, you look gorgeous.
Her (a bit shocked and shy smile) Uhm thanks.
Me (slight pause and nod) I'm James, btw.
Her: Hi, I'm Cindy
I extend my hand and she takes it.
Me: That's an intesting bracelet you've got there, Cindy (she had some DIY bracelet thing.)
Her: Thanks, I made it (confirmed my initial thought)
Me: Made it?
Her: Yes
Me: Bracelet making....That's an interesting hobby.
Her: Yes, I took a workshop when I lived in Vietnam.
Me: That's cool. Are you from there originally?
Her: From? Vietnam?
Me: Yeah.
Her: No, I'm from Beijing.
Me: Ah.
Her: You know?
I make a funny face.
Me: If I know Beijing? (absurd voice)
Her: Yes (she starts to smile)
I stroke my chin and tap my cheek with my index finger, pretending to think hard.
Me: Now, lemme thiiiiink about that.
She laughs
Me: Beijing...hmmm... lemme guess... it's that city in southern Australia right?
She laughts harder.
Me: Famous for some kinda of wall? Yeah, I might have heard about it.
She keeps laughing.
Me: Anyway, so you're a bracelet maker, right?
Her: It's just a hobby!
Me: Yeah but you should make me one.
Her: Yes okay
Me: I'm serious. And I want one that matches my brown hairy arm.
She laughs and covers her mouth. It's cute when girls do that.
Her: Are you a tourist? Or living here?
Me: I'm both.
Her: Both?
Me: Yes. I have been living here for almost a decade but I still explore around like I'm a tourist. That's how I don't slip into a boring routine, you know?
Her: To be honest, I am living here for 5 years and i am already in a routine.
Me: Yeah, it's easy to slip into one. Gotta work extra hard to keep that spark. Pretending to be a tourist is an easy way to do that.
Her: I agree!
I offer a high five and she high fives back.
Me: Cindy, I gotta head now, but we should get together someday.
Her: Okay.
Me: Got whatsapp?
Her: Yes but I use WeChat mostly.
Me: I just got a new phone and lost my WeChat login. let's do whatsapp
Her: Ok yes
I take her phone, type my number in and message her.
Me: Lovely meeting you, Cindy! Imma head now
Her: Yes see you!
Texting
I text her that night and suggest getting a drink. She replies one day later (wednesday) and says sure, what about tomorrow evening (Thursday)
I reply "works for me"
Date
We agree on 8pm but at 7h45 pm she texts me that she will be 15 minutes late. She ends up showing up at 8h45pm, saying she misjudged the time it would take to get here by bus.
I tell her it's cool.
She's wearing a cute white dress and has some kind of sports bag with her.
Me: (showing her bag) Gym?
Her: It's yoga
Me: Ah cool, how long you been doing yoga?
From the metro exit, we start to walk to the drinks place (the same one from the interior decorator LR)
Her: I'm actually a yoga intstructor.
Me: Really?
Her: Yeah
Me: That's cool. So you have your own studio and all?
Her: I recently got one. The paperwork was complicated but finally yes I got it.
Me: Awesome, well you've gotta give me the address. I could do with some stretching
Her: Haha it's only for women!
Me: Only women in the class?
Her: Yes, female only yoga class.
Me: Hmm, so you're telling me I'd be doing yoga among only women, all wearing yoga pants and stretching in those...uhm...interesting positions?
She laughs and playfully punches me. (very good sign)
Her: You would not even be allowed in!
Me: Who knows... I could totally dress up as a woman. I bet you wouldn't even know
Her (laughing harder): There's NO way YOU would ever pass for a woman.
Me: Why not?
Her: You look too...uhm...how to say?
Me: (eyebrows raised)
She laughs and hits me again.
Her: You know! You're too...(she glances at my arm)
I look at my arm and deliberately caress my hairy arm.
Me: Jeeeeezus christ, so you guys discriminate against hairy people!
She laughs pretty hard. She's about to protest but we reach the drinks place and I guide her in to my usual spot.
She orders a drink (I notice alcoholic) while I get my usual non-alcoholic drink.
Sitting next to each other, I deep dive her a bit about her love of yoga.
She explains that she found yoga at a time when she was pretty depressed and found relief in physical exercise, and eventually yoga. I related back to her how I found joy in working out in different parks in the city, given that I do only calisthenics (for anyone interested, I follow Movie Star Bodyweight program by Kinobody and have worked up to one arm chin ups. 100% recommended)
Being next to each other, I get plenty of touch in. I caress her hair, I sqeeze her thigh, touch her as I make a point, poke her stomach playfully, all done in a very natural cadence befitting the flow and underlying energy of the interaction.
At some point she asks about my passions and I mention I like writing stories.
Her: That's awesome that you write. But if you don't mind, can I say something?
Me: Sure
Her: I find that men are terrible at writing female characters.
Me: Ah why so?
Her: I don't know, it's like they see women so one dimensional. Either she's super sexy and brainless or smart but not beautiful
Me: Yes and the smart girl is never depicted having any sort of sexual desire, right?
Her: Yes! It's like she's just made to fit in a box
(I don't know what male writers she has read that have not well written female characters cuz in my reading, it's female writers like the one who wrote 50 Shades and Twillight who write their women as one dimensional but I decide not to get into that)
Me: You know, interesting thing you said about the woman being just super sexy. It's really just a mistake a lot of men make.
Her: Which is?
Me: They treat women as sex obejcts
Her: Exactly!
Me: When in fact, women are sex subjects!
She listens attentively as I go into Teevster's sex objects vs sex subjects gambit. By the look on her face, the way she leans her body into me and nods as she drinks, I feel it's well received.
I also feel it's time to pull.
I let the conversation come to a natural pause as we finish our drinks and suggest we stop by my place.
Not the smoothest pull and not seeded at all (my mistake)
Her: Why your place?
Me: Cuz it's right around the corner.
She looks uncertain. I pretend not to notice.
Me: We'll drop by 5 minutes. Come.
Her: Oh ok, great. If you don't mind, I need to use your bathroom.
That's hilarious because there's a giant neon sign for toilets in the bar and she can't have not seen it.
I pay for the drinks and we leave.
My place is super close so we're already by the lift. She makes brief comments about how the weather is getting humid. I answer back, keeping the conversation going.
At my place, I direct her to the bathroom, which is conveniently in my bedroom since I moved in a studio apartment. I sit on the bed.
She comes out and mentions how clean the bathroom is (courtesy my girlfriend lol)
I direct her to sit on my bed. She does. I kiss her right away.
She kisses back then breaks it.
Her: I'm sorry, I'm just disgusting. I had yoga class and came straight over without showering.
Me: No worries
Her: Do you mind if I take a shower?
Me: Of course.
She goes in and starts showering. 10 minutes later, she calls me, asking for a towel. I hear the water still running so I enter. Behind the fully transparent glass shower cabin, she's fully naked, her yoga body in full glory.
I'm completely at ease around naked women (took years to get there) so I glance around as if nothing, searching for the towels.
Me: There they are (placing towels near the sink)
Her: Thanks!
Me: Come to think of it, I need a shower too
Her: Ok sure
I undress and enter the shower. I let the water run and ask her to soap my body and holy shit it turns me on.
It's not long before we are making out like animals, getting out of the shower still kissing, half drying ourselves with the towels and eventually falling into bed.
We go at it for almost two hours. Both satisfied.
In the morning, she wakes up before me, goes to the kitchen and cooks me fried noodles and brings it to me in bed.
I sit in bed while she's laying across me in her yoga pants scrolling on her phone.
The sight of the fried noodles and her ass in the yoga pants is just lovely.
