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About a month ago I send her another message, intending it to be my last. I took a page right out of this very site to help me, too!:
A sample e-mail/voice message by ||0_ProB, ASF: "Hi [girls name]. This is [my name]. I wanted to let you know how disappointed I was that you didn't reply to me. But, since I saw so much potential for us I thought I would give you one last chance. So why don't you write me back."
This time it actually worked. She writes back and I trade the usual DHV/comfort building e-mails with her. Set up a Day 2 for the Mon. of the following week. She's got a DUI and doesn't want to drive so I gotta' take my happy ass out there. Not thrilled about that, but her pics looked promising. That weekend I got wasted and locked my keys in my car...only problem was it was parked downtown on a major street in the city. It being a holiday weekend I couldn't get a spare set at the dealership on that Mon., so I had to call in a 24-hr locksmith to open my door. He had this awesome device that looked like what doctors use to take your blood pressure...inflated this balloon in my door, stuck a snake inside to unlock it and voila! And guess what happened then? Found the spare set in my coat. I'm so smart! So, I had to cancel Monday's meet 'cause I was too tired and frustrated to meet up. Rescheduled for Tues. instead.
Tues. evening comes and I make the trek to an outer northern suburb of the city. I pick her up and she is indeed as hot as her pics. Blond, shorter than me, big tits...but they looked firm, slender frame, pretty face. We both give each other the Smile of Physical Approval. Now that we're both relieved she directs us to a local sports bar. We both take a seat at the bar and the first drink she orders...a cosmo. Rock on! I'm happy with my Sam Adams. Whilst conducting the tried-and-true question game our waitress comes by and asks if we're both dating. I could have kissed that waitress! Just had a hired gun come up and blanket her with comfort and me with value. She went on to say that we looked like a couple who had been dating for a while the way we were talking to each other. Brilliant! Running kino on her leg, back, and arm every now and again. I think we had a discussion about the various stimulants we've both indulged in, too.
She knows a dude at the table across from the bar so she goes to say hi. Comes back and I act like it didn't bother me whatsoever. Before we leave one of the two women sitting next to us is also drinking a martini. HBBlow comments that her drink looks interesting, so this other woman buys her a martini! That had no relevance other than it helped get her drunker and was just an all-around nice thing for someone to do. We bounce from the sports bar to another bar, this one a straight-up townie joint.
She knows practically everyone there, which is slightly annoying. She's bouncing back and forth between guys and girls stirring up drama with some guy I think she's slept with before. I maintain frame and begin talking to some other guys at the bar, making my own friends there. We're going round for round with a couple shots and hard drinks (maybe 3 of each!). I go outside for a smoke where she joins me and starts talking to some old dude for like 10 min.! Slightly pissed, I strike up a conversation with a guy outside about the military. She comes back to my conversation expecting me to turn my attention back towards her, but I finish my discussion and make her wait, I don't even give her eye contact till we're done talking.
I think she gets the hint and suggests that we get out of there. I agree and we head to my car. I take her hand as we walk back to my car...when we get there I pull her in between the cars and kiss her lightly. She smiles and says, "What are you doin'..." I reply with, "Ssshhh...", and kiss her again.
I let the kiss drop and get in to my car. She gets in and says:
HER: Wow...I can't go home like this..."
I don't respond, but just give her my best Horse's Sexy Stare...and I don't know if that was what worked or not (but that stare has been rated just below Derek Zoolander's "Blue Steel"...nothing compares to "Magnum") but then she says:
HER: Do you wanna' get a hotel room? I've got some blow...
ME: Sounds good to me!
HER: I just want you to know up front that we're not having sex, ok?
ME: Ok...
Of course we are!
Stop and grab some beers at a gas station and arrive at the hotel and of course she has no credit card on her...which I normally would find fishy...but I accept cash, too, which is what she did have. I pay the bill and have her fork over half.
We get up to the room, and she whips out a little bag with what I think was an 8-ball inside. I crack open a beer...this is gonna be interesting...I was about to experience that Techno song, "Fuck on Cocaine"! There's no music channel on the TV so we have to settle for MTV to serenade us.
We've both done a couple lines now and we're on the bed watching TV and making-out. I feel the vibe to build more comfort, so I bring the conversation to relationships and what she wants out of one. The usual woman answer of a stable guy to be their boyfriend and make them happy...says she wishes how she could just meet a nice guy to keep her out of trouble and grounded.
I spin around, extend my hand and say, "Hi, my name's (my name), nice to meet you!"
She laughs and I begin to explain to her that I've been looking for a girl to do the same for me. Someone I can cuddle up to and watch movies with when its cold outside...someone to fall asleep to every night. I'm basically saying whatever I need to to become that nice, stable guy she's looking for. All the while conducting pretty neutral kino. Holding her in my arms, stroking her hair. Keeps telling me we're not having sex. I finally ask, slightly annoyed:
ME: Why do you keep bringing that up? Do YOU want to have sex?
Her reply was to kiss me again.
Our discussion in between making-out and snorting blow turns to sex. She is a big fan of getting her coochie licked, and I'm a big fan of doing it. Only problem for her was she said she couldn't feel anything down there when she was on blow...weird. So we're kissing, kissing, more kissing...then she asks:
HER: So do you wanna have sex?
ME: Do you?
HER: Well...we might as well, right?
And I could have at this point, but I felt at least 90% sure that she wouldn't have been in to it and would have just laid there like a log. At first I was taken aback by that response...not quite sure what to say. And this took all the seduction out of my head...she completely ruined all the rising sexual tension I had felt by saying that. It was as though she thought I expected it and had to comply, so we might as well just get it over with. The sex, if I had accepted it at this point, would have been crap. I had to rebuild the scenario to get HER hot and bothered. To make HER want it as much as me.
ME: We might as well? Don't act too thrilled. You don't have to do me any favors.
HER: Come on! You know what I mean...can't really come right out and say it...don't want you to think I'm easy.
ME: I don't judge people. I expect the same in return.
HER: Good to know. I don't judge people either.
ME: Look, we're here. We're two adults who like each other's company. Both here (point to her head) and here (I kiss her softly, cradling her neck in my hand)...There's nothing wrong with this...
HER: I know...
ME: In fact, it would be wrong to deny ourselves being able to connect in that way...
HER: (calling me out) Yeah...right!
ME: (recovering quick as shit, with that slight tone of frustration in my voice...like a guy who can't express his feelings the right way in front of a woman...and a woman usually thinks that is utterly adorable) You know what I mean! I've had a great time with you tonight...I've never met anyone I can just talk to like you...I wasn't trying to--
HER: (cuts me off) I know...it's ok...just giving you a hard time.
ME: Ok...
I get on top of her and kiss her hard again. She returns that kiss in kind now...letting me properly tongue her down. I get her shirt off, setting those gorgeous, big...but so firm, tits free. We undress each other pretty quickly and I decide to try and go down on her, regardless of the fact that she's dead to the world down there right now. I give it my all, which I think she appreciated...and at the very least it made her wet.
I slap on a rubber (those new Trojan Ecstasy ones are the shit!), and slide my pecker in...and good lord was she tight! A good sign, as I had previously thought she'd slept with everyone at that townie bar. I'm doing her with me on top at first...then we switch to her on top (don't know if she feels anything at all, but I feel GRRR-EAT!). Then I get her doggy-style for a bit...which almost made me cum right there but I imagined being in the Matrix and was able to last a little longer which I think surprised her because she asked if I was ever going to cum.
I finally thought it was time and asked if she could lick my balls while I jacked off on top of her. She obliged and it was then I discovered she has an AMAZING mouth and tongue. WOW. I loudly and forcefully came all over those huge tits. "Hell yeah!", I shouted...along with "Fuck! and "Shit!". I went in to the bathroom to grab her a tissue for clean-up and we both laid next to each other in the buff on the bed. About a half-hour goes by, we do another line and then she asks me smiling:
HER: Do you wanna do it again?
ME: Rodger that!
So we have another session...but this time I blow my load in the rubber while I'm inside her and then she sucked me off a little after we were done. Glorious.
However, by now it's about 4 AM and I'm exhausted. She's not. We run out of cigarettes, so instead of falling asleep, we both go to a gas station so she can get some more. Instead of her falling asleep she stays up watching TV till we leave the hotel around 9 AM so I can drop her off at home, as she has work at 11. Before I drop her off I tell her I'll call her later that day, she says to "please do", we kiss again and she goes in to her house.
I do and then go back to the hotel and crash for 2 hours before I have be up for class. Took a long-ass shower and headed out. I get a text from her later that day telling me how "she can't do this right now, and needs to figure herself out" and asks "are you mad?". I actually liked this chick, despite the blow issue, and wanted to keep things going...she reminded me of that chick from "40-Year-Old Virgin" that drives drunk and pukes that pink shit all over him. She was crazy but nice. Her imperfections, despite being so pretty, are what drew me to her...she was human around me...and I like humans. Not pretentious ho's. I told her I wasn't mad and that I'd call her after class. Call her and leave a message, but she doesn't call back.
Let it sit for 2 weeks and tried again, but no cigar. Chalk this one up to another ONS. BUT...just this past weekend I get a call at 4 AM asking if I'm around. I had already deleted her number, so I didn't know who it was and I was asleep. Try to find out who it was the next day via text, but I really should have just called the number back...oops! I do just that, realize who it was and leave a message telling her to call me back. Haven't heard anything so far.
Any advice as to how to proceed from here would be more than welcome. She can't fault me for deleting her number...I hadn't heard back in quite a time span, so I moved on. However, I'd still like to try and salvage this...she's a fun girl who I'd like to see again. She might have me framed as a "booty call" now...but that's fine with me, too! At least if I see her again I can try to work my magic.
Any ideas...let me know!
This lay report was possible by the wonders of the Internet. Was on one of those on-line dating sites» (BONUS! This one was free!) and tried to grab the attention of a particularly cute blond (HBBlow) in my general area (which is a whopping 50 miles). These initial attempts were unsuccessful, so I let it sit.
