Master of the Universe
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Hi guys,
Well, it looks like it's over for my girl and I. What's really sad is that I was planning on writing this post as a success - that after all those girls I had found one that I want as an LTR.
Let's start from the beginning...
About a month or so ago I was having dinner with some friends in a Brazilian restaurant/lounge. As I was enjoying my meal, a couple of tables away, I saw this girl sitting with two guys. Now, I'm no believer in "love at first sight" or things of that nature. But the instant I saw her, I knew two things for sure:
1) I wanted her
2) I was going to get her
There was literally no doubt in my mind that she would be mine. She saw me looking at her and I smiled. She smiled back, and I had my confirmation - the game was over and she was already mine as far as I was concerned.
However I was in the middle of dinner with my friends and so I didn't approach her. Later on after dinner was over I planned on speaking with her, but by then she was on the dance floor dancing with some guy.
So I hung out with my friends and sarged the girls in the club, while simultaneously keeping an eye to make sure she hasn't left yet. About 12 in the morning my ride wants to go home, but the chick is still dancing.
I decided that I had to take extreme measures. So I got on the dance floor and walked slowly past her. When she caught my eye I smiled and waived at her. She smiled back and waved. I went between her and the guy dancing with her and started dancing with her. I'll be honest, I did feel bad about pulling that on the guy... but I guess all's fair in love and war.
Anyway, as we were dancing, I told her that I have a confession to make. She asked me what it was, and I replied that I think she is the most attractive girl in the place and that I had really wanted to get a chance to talk with her and get to find out about her, but that my ride was leaving right now, and I would like her number so that we can talk later.
She replied that she can't give me her number, but that if I give her my number she would call me (she explained later on the first date that she felt uncomfortable giving her number while her friends were there). After her pinky-swearing that she would call I gave her my number and left. Somehow I knew she would call.
A few days later she did, and we decided to get together the following Friday for dancing. I picked her up from her place around 8 pm, and we went dancing, and then hung out and talked.
Well, I almost always have a fun time on dates, and almost all girls that I do go out with also have a fun time, but this was one of the most enjoyable dates that I have ever had.
We clicked right off the bat. We both had funny and witty personalities, and everything just felt right. In fact, we had three different people comment on how we make such a wonderful couple. None of them believed us when we told them that it was our first date.
Before we knew it, we had been together seven hours. Even by my standards that was a pretty long date, but the time went by in a flash.
By the end of the second date (which was almost as long as the first) she was already calling me mi amore (my love) and I was calling her mi vida (my life).
The only bad thing about the situation was that she was a virgin (she was the one I wrote that post about concerning virgin girls). But the simple truth was that I enjoyed being with her to the extent that even if it did take months to finally make love, I had no problems.
Fast forward to last Wednesday.
I had went to Vegas with a mixed group of friends Monday and Tuesday and returned Wednesday night. It was a wild trip - those guys (and gals) partied hard. I almost didn't get any sleep, but it was a blast.
On my way home Wednesday night I picked her up around 10 pm so we could hang out together. I had missed her and when she got out of her door I just picked her up and twirled her around. We both laughed and kissed.
We went out for dinner to the same place we were the time before. The waitress sees us and says "here comes the love birds." We were seated and laughing and having a good time. The waitress comes and says that she just had to tell us that we make an amazing couple. She starts telling my girl how she wishes she would be in a relationship like ours, if even once in her life, etc.
However, as the dinner progressed, the girl was turning hot and cold on me. I felt that she was a bit jealous about me partying in Vegas without her there, but the simple truth is that I invited her to join us and she didn't want to go.
So for a bit she was quite, and I asked her what she was thinking. She says that she was wondering what it would take for me to be unfaithful. She kept on that vein of conversation for a few minutes, and to be honest I was finding it to be a bit of a turn off - I don't like insecurity in girls.
Since I didn't like the tone of the conversation, I just kept to myself and didn't speak with her. After a couple of minutes, she turns hot again, and says "mi amore!" And hugs me. We make out and laugh and have a good time.
Around 2 in the morning the restaurant closes and we leave. Across the street was a club and we could hear the music playing. So we started dancing in the street, and in between dances we would neck and kiss.
After a bit we get to the parking lot of the club, and the making out get heavier and heavier, and we were both on afterburner. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, she literally shoves me with both hands and walks away saying that she doesn't like anyone touching her breasts.
She went from scorching hot to freezing cold in a split millisecond.
Naturally I was as confused as hell and asked her what just happened. She replies that I was touching her breasts. I agreed that I was, and what's her point. She says that she doesn't like people touching her breasts, to which I replied that I don't like people pushing me, and that I was offended by her behavior.
I drove her back to her home without either one of us saying anything to each other. Once we arrived I walked her to her apartment without saying anything, and then told her "happy soon to be birthday. Goodbye," and shook her hand and started to walk away while she entered her home.
The whole time both of us were looking at each other. I could read the expression on her face and I have a feeling that I wore a similar expression - that of wondering if we will see each other again or if that was the end. Neither of us said that it was over, but the tone of my voice had a finality to it.
Well, I still don't know what happened in the parking lot, but it looks like things are over. I mean, if I did something wrong then I would have no problem apologizing. But the simple truth is that I did nothing wrong, and what's more is that I would do the same exact thing a hundred times over in the same situation.
Still, I can't help but feel a bit sad right now. I liked this girl more than any that I've met over the last two years. Such is life I guess...
A girl I was with a bit ago called me yesterday. Maybe I'll invite her over and drown my sorrow in some all night animalistic sex.
Oh yeah, so what was the point of this post? Beat's me... I guess I just wanted to share it with you my friends.
Master of the Universe
Well, it looks like it's over for my girl and I. What's really sad is that I was planning on writing this post as a success - that after all those girls I had found one that I want as an LTR.
Let's start from the beginning...
About a month or so ago I was having dinner with some friends in a Brazilian restaurant/lounge. As I was enjoying my meal, a couple of tables away, I saw this girl sitting with two guys. Now, I'm no believer in "love at first sight" or things of that nature. But the instant I saw her, I knew two things for sure:
1) I wanted her
2) I was going to get her
There was literally no doubt in my mind that she would be mine. She saw me looking at her and I smiled. She smiled back, and I had my confirmation - the game was over and she was already mine as far as I was concerned.
However I was in the middle of dinner with my friends and so I didn't approach her. Later on after dinner was over I planned on speaking with her, but by then she was on the dance floor dancing with some guy.
So I hung out with my friends and sarged the girls in the club, while simultaneously keeping an eye to make sure she hasn't left yet. About 12 in the morning my ride wants to go home, but the chick is still dancing.
I decided that I had to take extreme measures. So I got on the dance floor and walked slowly past her. When she caught my eye I smiled and waived at her. She smiled back and waved. I went between her and the guy dancing with her and started dancing with her. I'll be honest, I did feel bad about pulling that on the guy... but I guess all's fair in love and war.
Anyway, as we were dancing, I told her that I have a confession to make. She asked me what it was, and I replied that I think she is the most attractive girl in the place and that I had really wanted to get a chance to talk with her and get to find out about her, but that my ride was leaving right now, and I would like her number so that we can talk later.
She replied that she can't give me her number, but that if I give her my number she would call me (she explained later on the first date that she felt uncomfortable giving her number while her friends were there). After her pinky-swearing that she would call I gave her my number and left. Somehow I knew she would call.
A few days later she did, and we decided to get together the following Friday for dancing. I picked her up from her place around 8 pm, and we went dancing, and then hung out and talked.
Well, I almost always have a fun time on dates, and almost all girls that I do go out with also have a fun time, but this was one of the most enjoyable dates that I have ever had.
We clicked right off the bat. We both had funny and witty personalities, and everything just felt right. In fact, we had three different people comment on how we make such a wonderful couple. None of them believed us when we told them that it was our first date.
Before we knew it, we had been together seven hours. Even by my standards that was a pretty long date, but the time went by in a flash.
By the end of the second date (which was almost as long as the first) she was already calling me mi amore (my love) and I was calling her mi vida (my life).
The only bad thing about the situation was that she was a virgin (she was the one I wrote that post about concerning virgin girls). But the simple truth was that I enjoyed being with her to the extent that even if it did take months to finally make love, I had no problems.
Fast forward to last Wednesday.
I had went to Vegas with a mixed group of friends Monday and Tuesday and returned Wednesday night. It was a wild trip - those guys (and gals) partied hard. I almost didn't get any sleep, but it was a blast.
On my way home Wednesday night I picked her up around 10 pm so we could hang out together. I had missed her and when she got out of her door I just picked her up and twirled her around. We both laughed and kissed.
We went out for dinner to the same place we were the time before. The waitress sees us and says "here comes the love birds." We were seated and laughing and having a good time. The waitress comes and says that she just had to tell us that we make an amazing couple. She starts telling my girl how she wishes she would be in a relationship like ours, if even once in her life, etc.
However, as the dinner progressed, the girl was turning hot and cold on me. I felt that she was a bit jealous about me partying in Vegas without her there, but the simple truth is that I invited her to join us and she didn't want to go.
So for a bit she was quite, and I asked her what she was thinking. She says that she was wondering what it would take for me to be unfaithful. She kept on that vein of conversation for a few minutes, and to be honest I was finding it to be a bit of a turn off - I don't like insecurity in girls.
Since I didn't like the tone of the conversation, I just kept to myself and didn't speak with her. After a couple of minutes, she turns hot again, and says "mi amore!" And hugs me. We make out and laugh and have a good time.
Around 2 in the morning the restaurant closes and we leave. Across the street was a club and we could hear the music playing. So we started dancing in the street, and in between dances we would neck and kiss.
After a bit we get to the parking lot of the club, and the making out get heavier and heavier, and we were both on afterburner. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, she literally shoves me with both hands and walks away saying that she doesn't like anyone touching her breasts.
She went from scorching hot to freezing cold in a split millisecond.
Naturally I was as confused as hell and asked her what just happened. She replies that I was touching her breasts. I agreed that I was, and what's her point. She says that she doesn't like people touching her breasts, to which I replied that I don't like people pushing me, and that I was offended by her behavior.
I drove her back to her home without either one of us saying anything to each other. Once we arrived I walked her to her apartment without saying anything, and then told her "happy soon to be birthday. Goodbye," and shook her hand and started to walk away while she entered her home.
The whole time both of us were looking at each other. I could read the expression on her face and I have a feeling that I wore a similar expression - that of wondering if we will see each other again or if that was the end. Neither of us said that it was over, but the tone of my voice had a finality to it.
Well, I still don't know what happened in the parking lot, but it looks like things are over. I mean, if I did something wrong then I would have no problem apologizing. But the simple truth is that I did nothing wrong, and what's more is that I would do the same exact thing a hundred times over in the same situation.
Still, I can't help but feel a bit sad right now. I liked this girl more than any that I've met over the last two years. Such is life I guess...
A girl I was with a bit ago called me yesterday. Maybe I'll invite her over and drown my sorrow in some all night animalistic sex.
Oh yeah, so what was the point of this post? Beat's me... I guess I just wanted to share it with you my friends.
Master of the Universe