You see this Saturday friends and I were supposed to go down to Beach Place, grab some food and hit Howl at the Moon - nothing like a great piano bar. But that did not materialize so I went back to Best Buy in order to purchase the home theater system that my TV has been lacking. Peter called and said let's go to the bar, we went to the Well where we hoisted back a few and played some darts. I won, hit about 4 20's in a row. I smoked him. So I got home around 11:30 in order to finish assembling the home theater system. See everything else is just the set up, here comes the story…
So it’s after midnight and my phone beeps, I look to see who has texted me and I see #%$## and the message says “what are you up to?” Yeah, we all know what that message means after midnight to the opposite sex… Hey, I have been drinking and I want to fuck.
A little back story on this chick; we went out ONE time, let me repeat that ONE DINNER almost a year ago, kept in contact and one day last spring, she asks what I’m up to, I tell her I am doing homework, she offers to come over and tutor me – and says “I have to warn you, I have really sensitive nipples” Yeah, I found out how sensitive. So she would come over every once in a while last year and then I would send her on her way.
So we proceeded to text back and forth, etc bullshit stuff, so I’m like are you coming over, and I got “Oh, I just got home” by this time its now close to 12:30 and #%$## lives about another 30 minutes away. So I said back, don’t tease like that, what are you doing tomorrow? Tomorrow was Sunday, I really didn’t have shit to do, seriously I didn’t want to do any of my homework if I had the ability for some fuckie fuckie. So she came over Sunday afternoon for a throw, I threw down. And when it was time for her to leave, I said, I would walk you out, but I’m not putting on any pants; I was in a shirt and boxers all day doing homework.
I get a text a few hours after she leaves saying “do you miss me yet?” So I left the text alone for a few hours, said I was in another room and wrote back something about finishing up my work. And then I got to work this morning and saw that I had an email from her already. Oh yeah, now I remember why I try not to talk to her too much after she comes over. Yeah that noise you just heard, that was her IM’ing me.
Oh yeah, and she isn't really my style. I prefer the 5-5ish 110-120 ones. I have this corollary or something; really if I am walking with a chick out somewhere and I see one of my buddies do I A) turn off onto a side street or wherever to not be seen with the chick or B) walk over to them and introduce. I prefer B.
Yeah, sometimes there are one’s that just like to be treated that way, and seriously the second time I am in a room with this chick, we get it on after she says she can come over and tutor me, like I am going to treat her well. That’s just dumb besides, I would only date a chick who was / is a stripper because that’s the kind of behavior I expect – this chick is not a stripper.