Friday night continues ... (and Sunday night's "double-header")
I order two drinks, take the girl to the back of the lounge which is more private, and initiate the banter. Fifteen minutes into the date, the novelty of the confrontation and water being thrown in my face wears off. So far, it appears as a normal date.
I sit there for a minute in contemplation. She’s a 7.5, a bit sub-par for my taste, but sexy enough that I am attracted (for now). What can I do; what novel initiative can I try? These are the thoughts in the mind of a Guru.
First I need to measure her level of interest. I touch her leg. She smiles; I pull my hand away. I grab her leg. She smiles again; I pull my hand away. I touch the side of her face with the back of her hand. She smiles; I pull my hand away. All this takes place while conversating although my touching her has seemly nothing to do with the convo. She appears primed.
I am roughly 45 minutes into the date. I tell her to sit a bit closer. We chat a few more minutes. I take her hand and put directly on my crotch and hold for a few seconds and release her hand. She pulls her hand back. She appears a bit surprised, but doesn’t move her body back. She is still sitting close. So I continue the convo, and act as nothing has just happened. Five minutes later, I grab her hand again and put in on my crotch. This time I am erect. I hold her hand on my crotch. No resistance. Her hand sits on my crotch, I kid you not, for one minute, as I continue talking to her acting as if nothing is happening.
Since we establish that she is comfortable, as there is no resistance, I put my hand on top of hers and start the massage. This ensues for a few minutes. No conversation. No reaction. Face is expressionless with the tinges of a smirk. Just a nice friendly massage among peers, right? Out of seemly nowhere, the waiter appears, and she pulls her hand back with the agility of a cheetah, as if it caught in the cookie jar.
“Can I offer you any other drinks,” the waiter asks.
“We are quite busy here. No thank you,” I retort.
Her face is blush red. She seems embarrassed. My erection disappears, and it seems like this will be a little more work than I am willing to invest. As well, I have to be up early the next morning. If she was a bit hotter, I might have finished the night off, but I have no motivation to drop a load for the sake of dropping it at this point. So I end the date.
Sunday Night Double-Header
On Wednesday, Date One in our initial text convo counter-offered my Sunday drink invite with a dinner request. I declined and stated, "Drinks only, yes or no?” She accepts.
However, Sunday night, 15 minutes before date time, Date One texts the following:
Date One: I am hungry. I don’t want to meet for just drinks. I want to eat.
Guru: We are a lot alike. You want a free meal on the first date, and I want free pvzzy. Stalemate. Good luck.
Date One doesn’t respond, nor do I want or expect a response. I'm not into money-hungry whvres (she also appears money-hungry in her online profile) even for a P & D. Countering with (and demanding) dinner to a drink invite on a blind first date is classless. I would have had more respect for her if she was overt with her intent instead of manipulative.
So I am down to only one date. I meet date two, who is a 6 in person (8.5 in her online pics). I chit-chat for five minutes and end the date. I’m not entertaining women who deceive me with incongruent photos.
So not an insane weekend for Guru. But all is fair in love and war …