Alright, here it is. I’m working on getting my blog set up, so for now this will have to do.
Girl #43 - HB7.25
Inconsequential facts altered for anonymity.
It was a Wednesday night and I didn’t want to wait until the weekend for adventure. For the purpose of expanding my reach to new social circles, I’ve been trying, with some success, to use #37 as a pivot. She was a one night stand, but a friend of a friend and unfortunately quite infatuated with me ever after, making the “just friends” part a challenge at times. On this particular night she invited me to meet her at a bar, to which I agreed. She implied that she was with a group (as they had been out earlier), but it turns out she came solo. Great for pickup, except I have no desire to sleep with her again and was hoping to mingle with some of her friends. I was slightly irritated.
As I was trying to find a spot to get a drink, I finally stumbled upon an empty chair with a beer waiting. With no occupant in sight, I sat and waited to catch the bartender’s attention. Next to me, with her back turned, was a thin blonde talking to some guy. Apparently he was trying to pick her up, but I didn’t catch all the details at first. As I stood there waiting to pay (our backs turned to each other), she bumped into my leg, but rather than back out maintained contact for several seconds. I didn’t turn around, but jotted a mental note. A millennium later I got my drink and when I finally turned her friend (not nearly as attractive and too big for my tastes) had returned to reclaim the chair.
I opened with “hey, was this your seat? Didn’t mean to take it if it was”, to which she introduced herself and her friend. At last we met; target = HB7.25. Cute 24 year old, modestly dressed in a cut-off shirt and jeans, with a grateful look on her face that she was saved from Mr. Weird just seconds prior. I made it a point to hold her hand a little longer while the standard name exchange took place. They had similar names, so I made a small joke about it. Nothing like a good laugh to get started. Having picked up on the botched attempt from the other guy, who had now positioned himself a few seats down (and proceeded to stare at us all night), I had a perfect conversation topic. All is fair in love and war, so no reason not to have a laugh at someone else’s expense. We dissected his pickup, I warned her that if she didn’t play nice I’d set her up with him, and it was all smiles and giggles from there.
By now #37 had returned from wherever and I didn’t want to totally ignore her so I brought her into the conversation as a formality. She got the hint and left a minute later. Fortunately she found a couple of her friends who happened to be at this venue so I didn’t quite ditch her. There was another attractive girl I recognized here on this particular night, so I made sure to say hi and gave her a hug in front of my target, then let her go off. Social proof. #43’s friend was luckily getting hit on by a couple other guys, so I didn’t have to engage them both too much, although whenever she was left alone I made it a point to include her in the conversation. ****blocks are bad for business.
As the conversation progressed, #43 was warming up quite well and responding favorably to escalating kino. What started out as a prolonged handshake now turned into a touch on the upper back, or a forearm, to reinforce a point. She responded by playing with her hair, smiling, and touching my hand in turn. This was my cue to escalate. By now I was touching her lower back for longer and longer pauses still. I was on conscious auto-pilot. At one point we held hands for a few seconds and as the night progressed she was leaning more and more into me. Being at a loud bar helped, as we started talking in each other’s ear more and more. A brush with my lips against her hair, a slight warm breath into her ear – the devil is in the details.
About half an hour in I pulled my “by the way, before I forget what’s your number” as she entered it into my phone. She left to go talk with some other friend for a minute and her friend asked me if I like her. I responded that she’s interesting and I want to get to know her better. She gave me the 411 that I should “go for it” and when she returned, I said “your friend here told me I should go for you”, to which she responded with a giggle and a blush. It was on.
By the end of the night my hand was on her lower back without moving and she was permanently leaned into me. I was sitting in a high chair while she was standing and her legs were wrapped around one of mine. I asked her about plans the next couple days and that I want to see her and we set up a rendezvous. There was no possibility of a same night lay as her friend was with her, but we all walked out together and I kissed her, then went home as I couldn’t find #37, who later texted me asking where I was. I told her I looked for her, got tired, and went home. So I managed to save face while spending the entire night with a new girl.
With a little back and forth texting the next couple days, #43 and I settled on a time to meet. She was doing a little **** testing by suggesting we do something in a public venue, in daytime, but it was too late for that and I was firm on her coming over for a drink, to which she eventually agreed. She showed up right on time and looked even better than the night I met her. We talked a little and one drink in I could already sense her getting a little anxious that we weren’t getting into it, so I took the hint, stopped talking, pulled her into me, and went from there. No resistance and the rest is history. I hope to see her again as she’s part of a fresh social circle, is now chasing me, and easy to get along with.
Sarge on brothers.
