Originally Posted by Claythan:
I asked the previous girl but she never got back to me....
I will ask this one and find out!
No, never ask them that....make out with a friend... a girl usually gives you an idea when you're kissing if you are or not. if she's really into it heh [Reply]
Originally Posted by Claythan:
OK, so, to recap the fourth date of my tragic ****ing life:
I arrived 30 minutes early in order to survey the scene, to scout out other possible "jump" locations. As in "let's take this party to the martini bar on the other end of this shitty strip mall."
Anyway, upon arriving it was discovered that the Starbucks we were to meet at did NOT EXIST. It had been replaced by a little pizza joint. So I text her this information. 7 pm rolls around and she calls and is like "I'm gonna be late sorry." And I'm like "Uh this place is a pizza joint. Do you want to get a pie?" And she's like "Sure!"
So she shows up and she's very cute. She is wearing a horizontally striped, low-cut top that shows her nice cleavage. Not as hot as my last date, but definitely bangable. 5-6, 125 pounds, brunette, pretty eyes, nice tits. She smiles, I smile, we both think sexual thoughts.
We order a chicken roma spinach medium and two beers. This is the first time I have had beer since college. I had a Miller mother****in' Lite. It actually wasn't too bad.
We share good conversation. She likes horror films and wants to go see Drag Me To Hell. I inform her it is excellent cinema and file away this note for potential future dates.
She laughs at my stupid jokes and we make lots of eye contact. I lie and say she is hotter than my last date in order to indicate I am sexually attracted to her. 8:30 rolls around and she says, in a very sexy voice, "So, what are you doing the rest of the night?"
My pickup artist brain immediately screams "Say YOU! Say YOU you undersexed stud muffin!" I resist my cro-magnon urge and respond, "Nothing, we could go back to your place and hang out, watch a movie or something?" She agrees to this plan of action and our horny bodies exit the pizza place.
At this point I feel like kissing her. We walk around my car and I say, "I might get in a wreck and die on the way to your apartment. You should kiss me now." This is the smoothest line of my 27-year existence and it works. We kiss, and it ain't no peck on the cheek. We sucked face.
I get wood.
I am going to get laid. I am sure of it.
I follow her car from the parking lot, screaming at the assholes who are cutting me off, blocking my view of her car. I have to traverse Highway 249, make a right onto Beltway 8 and tail this hot bitch for 20 minutes. I have gotten lost many, many times and driving in Houston is a nightmare. I drive like a bat out of hell trying to follow the vagina in the white car in front of me.
We turn onto Beltway 8 and trundle along in tandem for about five miles. At this point we are approximately three quarters of the way to her place. Then she turns into a gas station. My first thought is she needs gas, and she parks in front of the pump (pump my cock, bitch). I pull in and park at the store.
She gets out of her car and starts for mine. Oh shit. Either I'm going to lose my virginity in the restroom of a 7 Eleven (I have six condoms in my right jean pocket, at least I don't need those shitty convenience store rubbers) or the shit just hits the fan.
I get out of my car and she explains that she has decided against ****ing me on this particular night. I attempt to haggle with her for a makeout session, but once a bitch's mind is made up, there is no return, as most of you well know, barring threats of violence. We agree that we should have a second date.
I say "are you gonna call me?" She replies, "Are you gonna call ME?" I take this as an indicator of interest. We kiss again, Crom flutters between my legs, and I grab her ass. She walks back to her car and I drive home.
At least I didn't get lost on the way home. I had never been in that part of town before. Oh, I have also never been in a vagina.
Date #4, in the books. Let's see if this one has the common ****ing courtesy to return my phone calls.
The story is well told... and if true, congrats. But, I think you killed the deal when you mentioned going back to her place. I could be wrong on this, but I think that killed you, despite any kissing that took place. Go to a bar and talk... go find an actual Starbucks, walk around, get to know her. She's not going to take a new guy home after a few slices of pizza.
My guess would be she tried to lose you, then decided to pull over at the gas station to part ways.
Seriously... you had six condoms on you during your first encounter? Kudos for being prepared, but really.... six? And, next time, just leave them under the driver's seat. [Reply]
Originally Posted by Mile High Mania:
I think you killed the deal when you mentioned going back to her place. I could be wrong on this, but I think that killed you, despite any kissing that took place.
Dude, I'm telling you, she wanted it. The night before she said she was gonna make it a "memorable date." This was her first date in six years. It's not hard to see what happened...she got cold feet. And going to a bar would have guaranteed I went home without getting off.
Originally Posted by :
My guess would be she tried to lose you, then decided to pull over at the gas station to part ways.
LOL...she wasn't driving very fast if she was trying to lose me. BS
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Seriously... you had six condoms on you during your first encounter? Kudos for being prepared, but really.... six?
I admit, retarded. But it's pretty funny. :-) [Reply]
Originally Posted by Claythan:
Dude, I'm telling you, she wanted it. The night before she said she was gonna make it a "memorable date." This was her first date in six years. It's not hard to see what happened...she got cold feet.
LOL...she wasn't driving very fast if she was trying to lose me. BS
