This weekend, Long Hair and I went to a museum. It was a good exhibit, but I guess her and I just get along too well--I had a hard time keeping quiet and looking at the exhibits. I just wanted to talk with her.
They kicked us out of the museum at 5:00 when it was closing time. We took a quick stroll through a park and then we got some dinner at a nearby restaurant. It's really amazing how much easier things become if you just take the lead and guide the woman along.
We went back to my place and watched a DVD in my room afterward...
She is too much fun. We get along a little too well. I'm really going to miss her when we both have to split up and go our separate ways. I feel kind of guilty beginning things in what should be a time of endings.
It's a self-limiting belief, I know. I'll have to bring it up with Dr. Glover this week. How can I keep trying to date these women when I'll be moving out of state in two months? It all seems so pointless.
On the other hand, I know it's not about the women. It's about mastering my own mind so I can become a better man that lives the life I want no matter where I live. Still, I'm afraid I'll hurt them...like it's some kind of cruel joke or something.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Letting Capri Pants Go
I made a date to see Capri Pants this weekend. She canceled on me at the last minute. She said they called her into work to do a lunch shift.
She is authentically a very busy girl, I know. But maybe she has low-interest too. I mean, she refused my kiss, then she cancels two dates. She was very apologetic and expressed interest in seeing me again though.
I sent her an e-mail:
Hi R___,
I'd like to see you again sometime, but it seems like you're too busy these days. If you get some free time, let me know. You know how to get a hold of me.
Take Care,
C___
So, I guess this could be the last I'll be writing about Capri Pants. Too bad. She was cute. Sometimes you have to be willing to walk away though.
The ball is in her court...
She is authentically a very busy girl, I know. But maybe she has low-interest too. I mean, she refused my kiss, then she cancels two dates. She was very apologetic and expressed interest in seeing me again though.
I sent her an e-mail:
Hi R___,
I'd like to see you again sometime, but it seems like you're too busy these days. If you get some free time, let me know. You know how to get a hold of me.
Take Care,
C___
So, I guess this could be the last I'll be writing about Capri Pants. Too bad. She was cute. Sometimes you have to be willing to walk away though.
The ball is in her court...
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Mall Date with Long Hair
I feel bad about making Long Hair drive up to visit me all the time, so I met her at a shopping mall in her town on Sunday. She was wearing flip-flops, a skirt and a pink blouse.
We both had a really good time. We started by walking around the mall and she showed me all the stores. We went into a clothing store so I could get some warm-weather clothes for my move to Arizona. She helped me pick out some clothes with her sharp feminine eye. We both have a similar taste in fashion.
This week I've been practicing blurting and bantering with people everywhere I go. I had a good blurt with one of the checkout girls at the department store. I was buying a Jack the Ripper T-shirt with fake blood splatters on it.
Me: Hi. How are you doing?
Cashier: Pretty good.
Me: This shirt has blood on it. Do I get a discount?
Cashier: (rolls her eyes and smiles) Maybe if it was real blood.
That was fun! After that, Long Hair and I had lunch in the mall then we looked at a few more stores, got our picture taken at one of those photo booth things, and got ice cream. We had a really good time and had some good conversations. I did a little flirting too. Even though we've already had sex, there was still some anxiety about verbalizing sexual interest. I did a good job taking the lead through the date. I always had my doubts about "mall dates" but now I know that they can be pretty damn fun!
I like hanging out with her. She's really easy to talk to. I don't have to memorize topics to talk about with her before our dates in case the conversation dies out. I just have to show up and open my mouth. Somehow I seem to just say the right things and the conversation keeps flowing naturally. She's pretty good at bantering herself.
I'll miss her when I'm gone.
We both had a really good time. We started by walking around the mall and she showed me all the stores. We went into a clothing store so I could get some warm-weather clothes for my move to Arizona. She helped me pick out some clothes with her sharp feminine eye. We both have a similar taste in fashion.
This week I've been practicing blurting and bantering with people everywhere I go. I had a good blurt with one of the checkout girls at the department store. I was buying a Jack the Ripper T-shirt with fake blood splatters on it.
Me: Hi. How are you doing?
Cashier: Pretty good.
Me: This shirt has blood on it. Do I get a discount?
Cashier: (rolls her eyes and smiles) Maybe if it was real blood.
That was fun! After that, Long Hair and I had lunch in the mall then we looked at a few more stores, got our picture taken at one of those photo booth things, and got ice cream. We had a really good time and had some good conversations. I did a little flirting too. Even though we've already had sex, there was still some anxiety about verbalizing sexual interest. I did a good job taking the lead through the date. I always had my doubts about "mall dates" but now I know that they can be pretty damn fun!
I like hanging out with her. She's really easy to talk to. I don't have to memorize topics to talk about with her before our dates in case the conversation dies out. I just have to show up and open my mouth. Somehow I seem to just say the right things and the conversation keeps flowing naturally. She's pretty good at bantering herself.
I'll miss her when I'm gone.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Gaging Capri Pants' Interest
I asked Capri Pants to go check out an art gallery with me last Saturday. On Friday, she called me:
Me: Hi, Capri Pants. What's up?
Her: Hi, Kaizen. How are you?
Me: Great! It's Friday and I just got off work. I'm about to meet up with some friends to hang out. So what's going on?
Her: Well, I'm just about to go into work and--
Me: Work? Boo! That's no fun.
Her: (giggles) I just wanted to tell you that they changed my work schedule so I have to work on Saturdays now and I can't go to the gallery with you tomorrow.
("Great," I think to myself, "she's trying to let me down easily...hoping I'll take the hint.")
Her: I don't have to work on Sunday, but I really need to study for school that day.
("She's trying to wall me out of her schedule. So this is what rejection feels like. Huh...maybe Dr. Glover is right...rejection doesn't hurt at all. Granted, I'm not jumping up and down in excitement, but it doesn't hurt.")
Me: Studying on Sunday? What are you thinking? Why don't you just have some fun and flunk out of school like I did?" (this is funny because I'm going to graduate school--I'm obviously not a moron)
Her: (Laughs) No I can't. I'm really far behind on school. I only have one free day every week. But I have next Sunday free. I'd really like to go to this gallery with you.
("Well, you can't get more obvious than that. That's a sign of high interest.")
Me: Next Sunday, huh? That could work. I'll have to check and get back to you on that.
Her: Okay.
Me: Well, it sounds like you need to get to work, so I'll let you go.
Her: All right.
Me: I'll call you later.
Her: Okay. Bye.
Me: Bye.
Me: Hi, Capri Pants. What's up?
Her: Hi, Kaizen. How are you?
Me: Great! It's Friday and I just got off work. I'm about to meet up with some friends to hang out. So what's going on?
Her: Well, I'm just about to go into work and--
Me: Work? Boo! That's no fun.
Her: (giggles) I just wanted to tell you that they changed my work schedule so I have to work on Saturdays now and I can't go to the gallery with you tomorrow.
("Great," I think to myself, "she's trying to let me down easily...hoping I'll take the hint.")
Her: I don't have to work on Sunday, but I really need to study for school that day.
("She's trying to wall me out of her schedule. So this is what rejection feels like. Huh...maybe Dr. Glover is right...rejection doesn't hurt at all. Granted, I'm not jumping up and down in excitement, but it doesn't hurt.")
Me: Studying on Sunday? What are you thinking? Why don't you just have some fun and flunk out of school like I did?" (this is funny because I'm going to graduate school--I'm obviously not a moron)
Her: (Laughs) No I can't. I'm really far behind on school. I only have one free day every week. But I have next Sunday free. I'd really like to go to this gallery with you.
("Well, you can't get more obvious than that. That's a sign of high interest.")
Me: Next Sunday, huh? That could work. I'll have to check and get back to you on that.
Her: Okay.
Me: Well, it sounds like you need to get to work, so I'll let you go.
Her: All right.
Me: I'll call you later.
Her: Okay. Bye.
Me: Bye.
Friday, April 20, 2007
A Rejected Kiss
Capri Pants and I went to a museum to look at some art. I picked her up at her place. I greeted her with a kiss on the cheek and a hug. The museum was fun. We traded quick comments back and forth as we looked at things. The sound of her heels *clopping* on the museum floor really turned me on for some reason.
Afterward I decided that we needed to get some dinner. I found an Italian restaurant and we ate there. The conversation wasn't as smooth as it could have been. I am really afraid of running out of things to talk with her about. She's really shy and doesn't open up very easily. I suppose the screaming kid at the next table didn't help the situation too much. At the end she insisted on paying for her meal. The whole dinner wasn't as terrible as it sounds though. It went all right. I'd give it a "B."
As I am driving her home, we start talking about her artwork. I say, "You need to show me your artwork sometime." As I'm pulling into her parking lot, she invites me up to her place to show me her art. That's a sign of intrest!
I go up with her and she shows me around. We talk about her paintings for a bit. Then we end up sitting on her couch. She shows me a magazine article and I pull her close to me so we can both look at it. I leave my hand on her waist.
When we're done with the magazine, I put it down. Our eyes lock. I think to myself, "I need to kiss her. I have to take the lead." I am terrified, but I keep thinking of all the high intrest things that she did--giving me her phone number, returning my calls, inviting me up to her place. I pull her in to kiss her on the lips. I feel her body tense up and become rigid. She says, "I'm sorry..." and turns her head so I only kiss her cheek.
The awkward moment quickly fades back into some light conversation. I take my hand off her waist. In the back of my mind, I'm thinking "I must have grossly mis-read this situation. What do I do now? I should probably leave as soon as possible."
I get up to use the bathroom. It is impeccably clean and stylish--just like the rest of her place. When I come out. She has moved to the dining room and has turned on some upbeat jazz music. We chat for a bit more. Then I say, "Well, I need to be going."
She insists on walking me to my car. She gives me a hug good bye. I hug her, but choose not to kiss her on the cheek. I say good bye without any reference to seeing her again. As I'm driving away, she is waving at me.
I am confused for the rest of the day. She gave me her number...we went out a few times...she invited me up to her place...what did she think I was going to do?!? I'm going to do what a man does and try to escalate things! Good grief!
----------------------------------------------------
The next day, Capri Pants calls me. I aswer the phone.
"Hi, Capri Pants."
"Hi Kaizen. How are you?"
"Good. I just got back from the store. I got some art supplies and I'm about paint something."
"That's nice. Um...about last night. I'm sorry. I guess I just don't feel like I know you well enough yet."
"I understand. You can't blame a guy for trying, though. So what are you up to today?"
"I'm about to go into work. My two hour break is just about over."
"Hmm...work. Well, I'll let you go then."
"Okay."
"Don't have too much fun at work."
She giggles, "Okay. I'll try. Have fun painting."
"Talk to you later, Capri Pants."
"Good bye."
And that is where things stand. I wish I had added something like, "Thanks for calling me, by the way. I'm sure that took a lot of courage." Oh well, we can't think of everything on the spot.
Maybe she doesn't know me well enough. Who knows. It's not my job to figure out why. All I know is "I don't know you well enough" was the best reason she could come up with after she had a day to think about why she didn't kiss me. I'm going to take her call as a sign of high interest and continue to persue this.
We'll see where things go from here...
Afterward I decided that we needed to get some dinner. I found an Italian restaurant and we ate there. The conversation wasn't as smooth as it could have been. I am really afraid of running out of things to talk with her about. She's really shy and doesn't open up very easily. I suppose the screaming kid at the next table didn't help the situation too much. At the end she insisted on paying for her meal. The whole dinner wasn't as terrible as it sounds though. It went all right. I'd give it a "B."
As I am driving her home, we start talking about her artwork. I say, "You need to show me your artwork sometime." As I'm pulling into her parking lot, she invites me up to her place to show me her art. That's a sign of intrest!
I go up with her and she shows me around. We talk about her paintings for a bit. Then we end up sitting on her couch. She shows me a magazine article and I pull her close to me so we can both look at it. I leave my hand on her waist.
When we're done with the magazine, I put it down. Our eyes lock. I think to myself, "I need to kiss her. I have to take the lead." I am terrified, but I keep thinking of all the high intrest things that she did--giving me her phone number, returning my calls, inviting me up to her place. I pull her in to kiss her on the lips. I feel her body tense up and become rigid. She says, "I'm sorry..." and turns her head so I only kiss her cheek.
The awkward moment quickly fades back into some light conversation. I take my hand off her waist. In the back of my mind, I'm thinking "I must have grossly mis-read this situation. What do I do now? I should probably leave as soon as possible."
I get up to use the bathroom. It is impeccably clean and stylish--just like the rest of her place. When I come out. She has moved to the dining room and has turned on some upbeat jazz music. We chat for a bit more. Then I say, "Well, I need to be going."
She insists on walking me to my car. She gives me a hug good bye. I hug her, but choose not to kiss her on the cheek. I say good bye without any reference to seeing her again. As I'm driving away, she is waving at me.
I am confused for the rest of the day. She gave me her number...we went out a few times...she invited me up to her place...what did she think I was going to do?!? I'm going to do what a man does and try to escalate things! Good grief!
----------------------------------------------------
The next day, Capri Pants calls me. I aswer the phone.
"Hi, Capri Pants."
"Hi Kaizen. How are you?"
"Good. I just got back from the store. I got some art supplies and I'm about paint something."
"That's nice. Um...about last night. I'm sorry. I guess I just don't feel like I know you well enough yet."
"I understand. You can't blame a guy for trying, though. So what are you up to today?"
"I'm about to go into work. My two hour break is just about over."
"Hmm...work. Well, I'll let you go then."
"Okay."
"Don't have too much fun at work."
She giggles, "Okay. I'll try. Have fun painting."
"Talk to you later, Capri Pants."
"Good bye."
And that is where things stand. I wish I had added something like, "Thanks for calling me, by the way. I'm sure that took a lot of courage." Oh well, we can't think of everything on the spot.
Maybe she doesn't know me well enough. Who knows. It's not my job to figure out why. All I know is "I don't know you well enough" was the best reason she could come up with after she had a day to think about why she didn't kiss me. I'm going to take her call as a sign of high interest and continue to persue this.
We'll see where things go from here...
Long Hair Update
So Long Hair and I went to a movie last week. It was good. I put my arm around her while the movie was playing and pulled her close to me. She seemed to like that pretty well because she rested her head on my shoulder.
Afterward we went back to my place and we had sex. It was pretty good. This was the first time I'd had sex in over a year--since my last girlfriend broke up with me. It feels good to let go of that mental burden...that the last girl I had sex with was about to get married to some other guy...that she had moved on and I was still stuck. Maybe it's strange but I feel like I'm finally 100% free from my ex.
Afterward, Long Hair and I talked for a long time and cuddled and kissed some more. She has a really nice body! And she's fun to talk with as well. I like her. This could be a very fun summer :)
Afterward we went back to my place and we had sex. It was pretty good. This was the first time I'd had sex in over a year--since my last girlfriend broke up with me. It feels good to let go of that mental burden...that the last girl I had sex with was about to get married to some other guy...that she had moved on and I was still stuck. Maybe it's strange but I feel like I'm finally 100% free from my ex.
Afterward, Long Hair and I talked for a long time and cuddled and kissed some more. She has a really nice body! And she's fun to talk with as well. I like her. This could be a very fun summer :)
Moving to the Desert
I've been dragging my feet with updating this blog lately. I've had a lot on my mind.
I accepted my admission the Arizona State University for this fall. I'll be moving down to Tempe near the end of July. I'll need to find an apartment by August 1st and school starts on August 20th.
Strange. I really wanted to move, but now that I'm starting to put down some roots here I'm actually starting to feel sad about moving and leaving everyone behind.
I'll miss this place when I'm gone. Maybe I'll move back when all this school stuff is said and done.
I accepted my admission the Arizona State University for this fall. I'll be moving down to Tempe near the end of July. I'll need to find an apartment by August 1st and school starts on August 20th.
Strange. I really wanted to move, but now that I'm starting to put down some roots here I'm actually starting to feel sad about moving and leaving everyone behind.
I'll miss this place when I'm gone. Maybe I'll move back when all this school stuff is said and done.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
More on My Fate and My Friends
I haven't seen Long Hair or Capri Pants this week. I've been busy lately...I finally heard from the last of the grad schools I applied to. Now I'm just crunching all the facts and trying to make my final decision. Most likely, I'll be moving to Phoenix to attend Arizona State University. I'm kind of excited but also a little disappointed that I didn't get into UCLA or Berkeley. I don't know a whole lot about Phoenix as a city...I hope it's cool and fun.
Anyway, yesterday I sent out an e-mail to all of my friends and aquaintances (maybe about 12 people total) inviting them to meetup for happy hour after work on Wednesday. We'll see how that goes. Usually no one responds positively aside from one or two people. Sometimes I get frustrated because none of my friends ever want to do anything fun. They just reply with something lame like "Sorry...I have an important TV show to watch that night." I guess this is how people grow apart...
Anyway, yesterday I sent out an e-mail to all of my friends and aquaintances (maybe about 12 people total) inviting them to meetup for happy hour after work on Wednesday. We'll see how that goes. Usually no one responds positively aside from one or two people. Sometimes I get frustrated because none of my friends ever want to do anything fun. They just reply with something lame like "Sorry...I have an important TV show to watch that night." I guess this is how people grow apart...
Thursday, April 5, 2007
Tesing For Interest With Capri Pants
So I've been keeping this idea of testing for interest on my mind lately.
Capri Pants and I were playing phone tag for a few days last week. I call her and get voice mail. She calls me back and leaves a message (high interest). Finally I figure I need to end this game of phone tag and I decide to steal a page from my friend's playbook. I call her and I get her voice mail. I tell her to meet me at a museum at 4:00 on Sunday if she can; if not call me back so I know not to expect her and then we'll figure out some other time to meet up.
She calls me on Saturday and tells me that she can't meet me on Sunday. She just got a job as a waitress and between that and school she's very busy. (Great, I think to myself, she's trying to tell me she's too busy to see me and let me down easy--low interest) Then she hints that she might have some free time earlier on Sunday. (Okay, maybe I'm wrong--high interest) I'm busy at that time though, so I just tell her to e-mail me her schedule for the week, which she does (high interest).
I arrange for us to grab a drink after she gets out of school yesterday. She calls me a few times that evening to update me on when she thinks her class will get out (high interest). I meet her after class. She's wearing heels and a casual, yet low-cut shirt--not really the kind of thing you'd usually be wearing to school (high interest). I give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek (I didn't chicken out this time).
We sit down and start talking. She's very subtle and not very playful with the conversation. I think that's just how she is though and not a sign of low interest. I tried being extra silly and ridiculous to try and get her to be more playful...I got some laughs but that's about it. She's just a very shy and reserved girl, I guess. Although she did keep hinting that she is free on Saturday (high interest). The conversation went well. No long, awkward silences; good connection; upbeat and fun over all.
We lose track of time and leave around 11:30. She usually takes the bus home from school, so I offer to give her a ride since it's late. I let her in the car and we take off. We talk a bit more on the way back. She directs me back to her place. I pull into the parking lot around midnight. We hug and say good bye. As she's getting out, she keeps telling me "good bye" and "I'll talk to you later" over and over again--like maybe three or four times (high interest). Then as I'm turning the car around to leave, I notice that she keeps turning around to wave at me (high interest). She takes a few steps toward the door, then turns and waves, then takes a few more steps...
I'd say it went pretty well. I'm beginning to realize though that this girl is very passive and if I'm going to take this anywhere I'll need to be very good and confident in taking the lead and setting the tone.
Capri Pants and I were playing phone tag for a few days last week. I call her and get voice mail. She calls me back and leaves a message (high interest). Finally I figure I need to end this game of phone tag and I decide to steal a page from my friend's playbook. I call her and I get her voice mail. I tell her to meet me at a museum at 4:00 on Sunday if she can; if not call me back so I know not to expect her and then we'll figure out some other time to meet up.
She calls me on Saturday and tells me that she can't meet me on Sunday. She just got a job as a waitress and between that and school she's very busy. (Great, I think to myself, she's trying to tell me she's too busy to see me and let me down easy--low interest) Then she hints that she might have some free time earlier on Sunday. (Okay, maybe I'm wrong--high interest) I'm busy at that time though, so I just tell her to e-mail me her schedule for the week, which she does (high interest).
I arrange for us to grab a drink after she gets out of school yesterday. She calls me a few times that evening to update me on when she thinks her class will get out (high interest). I meet her after class. She's wearing heels and a casual, yet low-cut shirt--not really the kind of thing you'd usually be wearing to school (high interest). I give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek (I didn't chicken out this time).
We sit down and start talking. She's very subtle and not very playful with the conversation. I think that's just how she is though and not a sign of low interest. I tried being extra silly and ridiculous to try and get her to be more playful...I got some laughs but that's about it. She's just a very shy and reserved girl, I guess. Although she did keep hinting that she is free on Saturday (high interest). The conversation went well. No long, awkward silences; good connection; upbeat and fun over all.
We lose track of time and leave around 11:30. She usually takes the bus home from school, so I offer to give her a ride since it's late. I let her in the car and we take off. We talk a bit more on the way back. She directs me back to her place. I pull into the parking lot around midnight. We hug and say good bye. As she's getting out, she keeps telling me "good bye" and "I'll talk to you later" over and over again--like maybe three or four times (high interest). Then as I'm turning the car around to leave, I notice that she keeps turning around to wave at me (high interest). She takes a few steps toward the door, then turns and waves, then takes a few more steps...
I'd say it went pretty well. I'm beginning to realize though that this girl is very passive and if I'm going to take this anywhere I'll need to be very good and confident in taking the lead and setting the tone.
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
Things Get Hot and Heavy...and Why I Hate My Roommates
Long Hair and I went out this weekend. We had fun and at the end of the night, she dropped me off back at my place. I invited her in to watch a DVD with me.
Now my room is in the basement of the house we're renting and the washing machine and dryer are in my room. At about 12:00 BMW and his girlfriend arrive home and the next thing you know:
*knock* *knock*
Kaizen: Uh...yeah?
BMW: Can I come in? I need to grab a load of laundry?
Kaizen: No. This will have to wait till tomorrow.
BMW: Come on! My sheets are in there.
Long Hair: *giggles*
BMW: Hey is that a girl in there with you? Look, I'll cover my eyes...I won't look. I need to get my sheets so I can get laid tonight just like you.
(Both BMW's girlfriend and Long Hair start giggling nervously)
Kaizen: Okay, fine. Just make it quick.
(BMW barges in and grabs his sheets from the dryer)
BMW: Thanks. Hey would you mind if I take a load of laundry from the washer and put it in the dryer?
Kaizen: That's not going to work. Wait till tomorrow.
BMW: Come on. I need my softball clothes dried for the game tomorrow morning.
Kaizen: Dude! At no point should your weekend plans be dependent on you barging into my room at midnight to change over a load of laundry!
BMW: Okay. Okay. I'll do it tomorrow morning...(turns to Long Hair) Oh by the way, I'm BMW.
Long Hair: I'm Long Hair.
(BMW leaves with his sheets)
Kaizen: Sorry about that, Long Hair...
New House Rule: If your laundry is in my room after 9:00, your clothes are spending the night with me. Deal with it!
(God, I can't wait to move out of this place)
After that embarrassing moment, Long Hair and I finished the DVD. My arm around her shoulders. Her head resting on my shoulder. As the credits roll, I gaze into her eyes. I realize I should kiss her. My sexual shame acts up, but I say to myself, "Fuck it. You've come this far. Just kiss her."
I go for it. Next thing you know we're making out. I don't want this to become some kind of erotica blog, but basically I took off her shirt and bra, but she wouldn't let me take off her pants. I could theorize about why, but bottom line is: She had very high interest in me, but she had even higher interest in not having sex that night. She didn't seem offended or mad or anything. It was a warm and understanding "no." I played it cool and went back in and kissed and caressed her some more. After a while I realize that this isn't going anywhere that night and I say, "But I suppose you probably need to get home tonight."
She replies, "Unfortunately, I do."
We kiss a bit more. There's still a lot of sexual tension between us. Then we get dressed and I walk her to her car. We kiss good bye.
Well, I figure I did a good job. I got her all hot and bothered. If nothing else, she'll be thinking about that all week. Next time I see her she'll probably be ready to pin me down and rape me :)
We sent a few flirty text messages back and forth the next day or two, so I know it's still on.
Now my room is in the basement of the house we're renting and the washing machine and dryer are in my room. At about 12:00 BMW and his girlfriend arrive home and the next thing you know:
*knock* *knock*
Kaizen: Uh...yeah?
BMW: Can I come in? I need to grab a load of laundry?
Kaizen: No. This will have to wait till tomorrow.
BMW: Come on! My sheets are in there.
Long Hair: *giggles*
BMW: Hey is that a girl in there with you? Look, I'll cover my eyes...I won't look. I need to get my sheets so I can get laid tonight just like you.
(Both BMW's girlfriend and Long Hair start giggling nervously)
Kaizen: Okay, fine. Just make it quick.
(BMW barges in and grabs his sheets from the dryer)
BMW: Thanks. Hey would you mind if I take a load of laundry from the washer and put it in the dryer?
Kaizen: That's not going to work. Wait till tomorrow.
BMW: Come on. I need my softball clothes dried for the game tomorrow morning.
Kaizen: Dude! At no point should your weekend plans be dependent on you barging into my room at midnight to change over a load of laundry!
BMW: Okay. Okay. I'll do it tomorrow morning...(turns to Long Hair) Oh by the way, I'm BMW.
Long Hair: I'm Long Hair.
(BMW leaves with his sheets)
Kaizen: Sorry about that, Long Hair...
New House Rule: If your laundry is in my room after 9:00, your clothes are spending the night with me. Deal with it!
(God, I can't wait to move out of this place)
After that embarrassing moment, Long Hair and I finished the DVD. My arm around her shoulders. Her head resting on my shoulder. As the credits roll, I gaze into her eyes. I realize I should kiss her. My sexual shame acts up, but I say to myself, "Fuck it. You've come this far. Just kiss her."
I go for it. Next thing you know we're making out. I don't want this to become some kind of erotica blog, but basically I took off her shirt and bra, but she wouldn't let me take off her pants. I could theorize about why, but bottom line is: She had very high interest in me, but she had even higher interest in not having sex that night. She didn't seem offended or mad or anything. It was a warm and understanding "no." I played it cool and went back in and kissed and caressed her some more. After a while I realize that this isn't going anywhere that night and I say, "But I suppose you probably need to get home tonight."
She replies, "Unfortunately, I do."
We kiss a bit more. There's still a lot of sexual tension between us. Then we get dressed and I walk her to her car. We kiss good bye.
Well, I figure I did a good job. I got her all hot and bothered. If nothing else, she'll be thinking about that all week. Next time I see her she'll probably be ready to pin me down and rape me :)
We sent a few flirty text messages back and forth the next day or two, so I know it's still on.
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