Week 3 Day 1 – Thu
Thanks, kyokon.
So the boot camp exercise for week 3 is to engage 10 HBs in convos, and I’m actually looking forward to getting back into the trenches. Whatever little funk I was in a few days ago has passed. For now, anyway.
The date:
We’d set things up for her to drive over to my place after she got off work, then we’d take my car downtown to the art walk. The obvious advantage to this is being in a position to invite her in when we get back. However, just after lunch the phone rings. I let the machine get it, and guess who’s calling and wanting to change the plans. She leaves a message saying she’s been doing a lot of driving lately and would rather meet at such and such bar instead of my place, and go to the art walk from there.
Well instantly my “this-is-a-test” radar goes off, because the bar she wants to meet at is maybe 20 blocks from my house. She can drive several miles from work to there, but the last 20 blocks is “too much driving?” I’m not buying this excuse, and I’m honestly annoyed that this woman is suddenly trying to make me jump through hoops. In the past I would’ve automatically done whatever I could to accommodate her -- but not as a DJ in training. I did think that maybe she had second thoughts about initially meeting a guy at his place, and having her own safety in mind was a legitimate reason for meeting at a public place. But the too much driving thing was totally lame and I wasn’t buying it.
So I wait a couple of hours and return her call. We talk about the situation, she tells me the driving thing again and says she thought it’d be nice to meet for a beer first, maybe something to eat. I tell her I don’t want to drink that early, and I had a late lunch and wouldn’t be hungry, and just basically wasn’t interested in her idea. Also tell her I’m kinda annoyed that she’s trying to change the plans at the last minute, which seems to honestly surprise her. In fact she thinks it’s kinda funny and teases me about it –- which is fine, I can tease and be teased -- but I never for a moment feel my annoyance is unjustified, and she knows that. She never mentions feeling unsafe meeting at my place, and in the end concedes that she can somehow manage to drive an extra 20 blocks. If this really was a test, I fukking aced it!
She shows up on time, and we head downtown. This is the first time I’ve seen her other than a photo online, which she’d told me was taken a few years ago, and as we’re talking in the car I’m deciding if I want to fukk this woman. In the photo she’s a cute 30-something, but in my car she’s 40 years old, about my age, which doesn’t mean anything because I’m attracted to women 10-15 years younger than me, and 40 yo women always look a little too far past their prime. On the other hand, I have not been laid in a loooooooong time.
The woman sitting next to me is not fat, her face is kissable, and she has a truly magnificent pair of breasts. She’s been showing high IL every since the first email and her profile says she’s not looking for anything serious. Within the first five minutes of the date I decide I’m going for the F-close tonight. Not quite sure how to go about getting there, but that’s where I want to end up.
So we do the art walk thing. She’s intelligent, so the conversation is enjoyable for the most part, although it always amazes me just how much women like to talk! The kino develops early and easily, brushing against each other now and then and leaning into each other as we study a piece of art. I also notice there’s a lot of HBs about that I could be approaching if I weren’t with someone, and in a way it seems like I wasted a good DJing opportunity by bringing a date. But what’s that saying about a bird in the hand is worth ten in the bush....?
After a couple of hours we both reach sensory overload where all the art kinda blurs together into one mind-numbing mess, so I suggest we find a pub with sidewalk tables and have a beer. Well, we have trouble finding open seating outside, and after several blocks I tell her that I have an outdoor table back at my place. She doesn’t take the bait, and I don’t pursue it, and soon enough we do find a spot. Talk some more over a beer, and we have a similar outlook on life so we hit a pretty deep rapport. Although eventually I began to wonder if I was slipping into the “friend-zone.”
And now that I think about it I let the kino stop at the pub, when instead I should’ve been escalating it. Definitely fell into the old nice guy pattern at this point, afraid to touch her, afraid to seem too forward, although I wasn’t really aware it at the time. We were connecting well intellectually, but not physically –- and this is something I need to pay more attention to on future dates.
Anyway, after the beer I take her back to my place where her car is. We get out, and I ask if she wants to come in for a cup of coffee. She says yes. (!)
Yeah... the situation starts to look real promising. We end up with decaf tea since it’s late, I sit down at one end of the couch, and she parks herself at the other. We’re talking the whole time of course, and while we’re sitting there a spider makes a dash across the living room carpet. I capture it and toss it outside (live and let live, I say). Then she tells me about a time when this spider kept biting her in her sleep, the first night it bit her ankle, the second night it bit her knee, the third night her thigh, and as she’s telling me this she points to each place with her finger -– and it’s like she’s drawing my attention up her leg to her thigh, which I thought was interesting and have to wonder if she did it on purpose. Turns out the spider didn’t get past her thigh though, she found it and killed it the next day.
So we’re sitting there sipping our tea with the middle couch cushion between us, and I’m trying to figure out how to connect physically without simply lunging across the empty space at her. I comment about one of her bracelets and she holds her wrist out. That’s my cue to move closer, and I take her hand and study the bracelet, then begin caressing her hand and arm, which obviously pleases her. I ask about the other bracelet and the rings on her fingers, and one by one she tells me about them as I continue caressing her hands. Then I run my hands through her hair, caress her neck, and go for the kiss. She’s very receptive, and let’s just say that once I get to this point I know how to get those womanly juices cooking.
Trouble is, she only wants me to go so far. Like about as far as that spider got. She keeps saying it’s late and she has to get up early for work, but the same time she’s obviously very turned on. The nice guy would’ve politely respected her wishes and not pressed the issue. But the nice guy in me has been retired, and I decide to see if I can push this woman over the edge and make her surrender the pink.
Well, to make a long story short, she teeters at the edge again and again –- and again! -- but never quite lets go. Finally forces herself to her feet, and I can tell we’re done for the evening. I call her a tease, and as she bends over to put on her shoes I give her a hard swat on the butt. She yelps in surprise, but likes it, and as she’s leaving says something about making arrangements so she can spend the night.
I did get a lot farther than that spider, btw.
And of course the next morning -– being the true DJ that I am -- I couldn’t resist sending her a dozen roses, along with a long juicy love poem I stayed up all night composing ......... (kidding!)