It was going to be a normal weekend. Date set up and confirmed with a POF girl. Yet fortune favors the vigilant, so I went through the morning ritual of meeting my daily quota of POF/Facebook messages – 5 each, nothing heavy – and a few friend requests. As I was making my Facebook rounds, one girl immediately responded to my typical “hey what’s up” and a couple messages later volunteered her number so I could text her. HB 8.25, 28, solid body – worked in the fitness industry – but still feminine. Gorgeous face.
As I had planned to lay out at the pool and catch up on my reading that day, I decided to run with the convo. The replies came quick and often and about 10 messages deep in banal banter I suggested we grab a drink. She asked when, to which I responded with a couple options. She immediately came back with “I’m free tonight”. Now I had a problem, as I had already scheduled a date later that evening. I told her I was busy, but would let her know if things changed. I had to buy some time to strategize.
I decided to stagger the dates; run a 2 hour mini-date with this girl, let her go, and meet up with the other. Or so I planned. I told her that I had to go in a couple hours up front. She rushed to meet me at a local dive bar so she could maximize her time with me and naturally, I’m not one to complain. If nothing else this would be a primer for the upcoming date. Taking a pre-game shot back at my place, I realized I would be running late, so I called her and told her I’m on my way. Minor DHV, arriving after her.
I show up, hug her, and we grab a seat. One other person at the bar, place is dead. Some terrible band is playing outside. She raises her purse and I tell her I got it. For a long time I was against paying for drinks, but done properly it works in your favor. It’s all about the context. Just like your physical stature, your clothes, your body language, your mental state – it’s part of a bigger picture and not being a cheapskate goes a long way. And it’s less than $20 for the entire date, both parties included. It also presents you with a priceless opportunity to see if a girl is after a free date or if she’s really there for your company. I always pause to see if she whips out her purse or expects me to pay. It’s a good mental note.
A clearly drunk guy comes up and tries to engage her in conversation (I’m between them) and I ignore him and listen as it’s not working in the slightest. She does well and he scurries. No use in AMOGing a lesser beta. I later tease her with “I thought about leaving you alone for a few minutes so he could hit on you”. As we sit there, I lean back and have my leg slightly touching hers. No arms yet, but I know that kino is key. A couple times she breaks contact, but I don’t budge. I gauge to see if she brings it back, which she does. All the while we’re on the perfect conversational topic – failed relationships/pickups. It’s chick crack and reveals a lot about their character. The bartender is pretty cool (I grease her a bit) and jumps in and out of our conversation a couple times.
I have to relieve myself and upon my return I get the most subtle-unsubtle IOI of all time. She moved my bar stool to touch hers, a good foot, meaning when I sit down we’re now in full contact. If that doesn’t signal DTF, I don’t know what does. I notice it before I sit down and immediately put my hand on her lower back, keeping it there for the remainder of our time at the bar. She’s in great shape so we talk fitness and I make sure to feel her as much as I can. Arms, abs, back, thighs, whatever works.
A drink in she mentions she shouldn’t do another round without eating or she’ll be too drunk and the bartender recommends a couple eating places. Dinner is the last thing on my mind, but fortunately there’s a food festival going on just down the street. Perfect venue bounce opportunity. I’m on my second beer as she’s done with her first, so I tell her we’ll go as soon as I finish mine (DHV). A few minutes later we’re walking down the street, pick up a sampler plate and another beer. I take her hand to lead her through the crowd, and later put my arm around her – she giggles and returns the favor.
Now I have a really hard decision to make. My second date is about to show up and I have to either leave the first and go for the second, or ditch the second. We get to the parking lot, I tell her I have to go, hug, and kiss close. Make that apocalyptic makeout close, about as intense as it gets without disturbing the peace. Holy hell she nearly devours me, definitely my kind of kisser. I tell her to follow me as I live down the street. I’m not even thinking about the other girl at this point. In my mind, this one’s hotter, is ready to go, and I can’t say no.
We barely make it upstairs before the clothes come off. Not 2 hours elapse between hi and penetration and we’re up for a good 5 hours, round after round after round. The other girl does of course show up and is blowing up my phone. I ignore it. The following day I make an alibi and tell her I feel bad and that I’ll come up to see her if she still wants to hang out.