--First off, sorry for the length
So last Saturday I was looking for something to do. I'm kind of in a weird spot because I'm in this transitional phase where I'm trying to make new friends and do cool new things with my life, so I couldn't find anything real solid to do besides sit on my ass at home alone (**** that). Well, this crazy dude I know from Aberdeen was in town and I said I'd take him out. My sister's friend was having a Birthday party (she's HB9 but married) and had invited me to come a while back so I figured that was our best bet for a good time, they have alot of really hot friends but they hang around the rich and fast crowd. Besides, he had already been out with them before with just my sister.
So he came over to my house, I warmed up with a couple shots and we headed on over to married HB9's house (A nice upscale townhome in an expensive part of town). We pull up around 10:30PM and my sister met us outside, she was already tipsy off some wine. We hung out outside for a min. smoking a cig and headed in to survey the situation. We walked in, said hello/what's up to everyone and wished married HB9 a happy birthday. I sat down at the bar area in front of the kitchen and HB9's husband offered to mix us some drinks. He whipped up a tall glass of Vodka for me with a splash of seven. I sat, listening to the husband telling stories and offering weak occasional comments while sipping my rediculously strong drink and shuddering after every gulp. I somehow managed to finish my drink while the hotties upstairs got ready, I got halfway through another before we actually started to head out to the club. Meanwhile, my buddy from Aberdeen downed two of those bad boys and was already starting to get a little rowdy.
We arrive at the club (In a possee of about 5 guys and 6 or 7 HB7.5-9.0s, walk straight to the front of the line, go back into the VIP room and sit at a table with a big bottle of Grey Goose and some Red Bulls. Everybody is interacting like they already know eachother so I'm a little outside. I walk to the table, just acting quiet cool and make myself a couple drinks. I wandered around a little, used the bathroom, and had brief conversations with some of the people I knew (just mingling). At this point HB10 walks in with a couple guys and starts talking to my sister and married HB9. I was standing there, so my sister introduced us politely. I smiled at her, asked her what her name was again since I couldn't hear and shook her hand in a friendly way. HB10 then started talking to a bunch of other people so I wandered away with a fresh new drink
I sat down at the couch next to my buddy from Aberdeen who was wooping and hollering now, obviously drunk off his ass. He was commenting on how he had never seen so many fake tits in all his life while we drank without caution. He would point at a hottie, and go "You think those are real??" I'd give him a look and go "Hell NO!" and we'd crack up laughing... yes we were already much too drunk. Well, he up and disappeared out of nowhere, and I just sat on the couch by myself for a while drinking. Eventually I started to feel kinda woozy so I peeled myself up off the couch and went into the bathroom upstairs. Inside, I managed to clumsily squeeze out a piss, and put my junk in my pants before instantaneously projectile vomiting all over the bathroom. After a couple hurls, I noticed I felt perfectly fine, if not a little reckless. From here on, things get a little hazy for me.
I headed downstairs and outside, surely with the fresh lingering odor of vomit on my breath, to clear my head a little and have a smoke. Outside, I found my buddy from Aberdeen chatting up 3 HB6.5-7.5 chicks on a bench. He was sitting on one side of the bench with all three chicks together on the other side. I instantly just walked up and sat on the other side of the chicks, sandwiching them, smiling real big like I was having a blast and introduced myself to all of them. I got in on the convo my buddy had started and at some point I just put my arm around the girl sitting next to me. We were semi cuddled-up and laughing and stuff when my sister walked out with HB10 and HB8.5 with her boyfriend. HB8.5's boyfriend was Greek as am I so I turned to him and said "What's up man?" in Greek and we shook hands smiling. My arm is around this other girl the whole time, I don't think we were even talking anymore. I pretty much leaned back at this point with my arm around this girl and faded in and out of consciousness according to my sister. She said I would just sit there with my eyes closed, and then I'd wake up and talk a little like nothing happened. HB10 remained pretty quiet at this point, she was curled up on the couch opposite from me looking rediculously hot, but not really talking to other guys or anything. So the night wound down and we all left the club and headed back to married HB9's place, apparently HB10 came also.
Back at the house, I hung out with my buddy from Aberdeen for a while until he started taking his shirt off and complimenting women on their tits. I pulled out and headed back downstairs and into the back yard where I found my sis and HB10. I hung out semi-quietly for a bit and then HB10 left. I hung with my sis for a bit and she told me that HB10 was asking about me, saying that I was "too cute" or whatever. She told me I needed to talk to her and we headed inside. I mingled a little bit more until I decided it was time to go... but I kept putting off talking to HB10 until the end of the night after I had gone around saying "goodbye" to everyone when I finally just said "**** it" and walked up to her, drunk as a skunk. I walked up with a hand out and asked her "I'm sorry, what was your name again?" She got a little excited like I negged her or something and told me "My name is HB10" while we shook hands very slowly. I'm not sure exactly what I was saying but the hand shaking turned into light rubbing and minor groping until we were nose to nose eskimo kissing, and touching eachother with big smiles on our faces. Finally I ended with "You should probably give me your number" and she resisted for an instant but transitioned into, "You give me YOUR number and I'll call your cell." So I did, and I greeted her like it was nice to meet her and walked away while she was dialing my number. I had to look around for my keys and we called a cab since I was far too drunk to drive. While we waited for the cab, I found my buddy who was passed out, shirtless on a couch. Once I finally got him conscious enough to help him waddle back to the cab, we left at around 6:00 AM. I checked my phone and HB10 left me a message,
"Hi Kinesis, this is HB10. My name is HB10, my name is HB10, my name is HB10, my name is HB10, my name is HB10, how many times are you going to ask me what my name is? My name is HB10, my number is 555-555-2845. Here is HB8.5."
"Hi dear, it's way past her bedtime, oh! Ooooh! (Moaning sounds)"
*click*
I laughed and managed to make my way home where I slept off a pretty nasty hangover.
So my question is... what should be my next step? She left the message at around 5:45AM Sunday morning. I called yesterday (Wednesday) at around 6:45 PM and there was no answer and I didn't leave a message. Should I call back today, maybe around mid-day and ask her to grab a quick drink and maybe a bite or should I leave it and wait until I see her again. Likely this Saturday night as it's someone else's birthday this weekend? I was thinking of waiting until this Saturday where I was gonna open her with "Hi! I'm sorry, what was your name again?" and see where it goes.
So last Saturday I was looking for something to do. I'm kind of in a weird spot because I'm in this transitional phase where I'm trying to make new friends and do cool new things with my life, so I couldn't find anything real solid to do besides sit on my ass at home alone (**** that). Well, this crazy dude I know from Aberdeen was in town and I said I'd take him out. My sister's friend was having a Birthday party (she's HB9 but married) and had invited me to come a while back so I figured that was our best bet for a good time, they have alot of really hot friends but they hang around the rich and fast crowd. Besides, he had already been out with them before with just my sister.
So he came over to my house, I warmed up with a couple shots and we headed on over to married HB9's house (A nice upscale townhome in an expensive part of town). We pull up around 10:30PM and my sister met us outside, she was already tipsy off some wine. We hung out outside for a min. smoking a cig and headed in to survey the situation. We walked in, said hello/what's up to everyone and wished married HB9 a happy birthday. I sat down at the bar area in front of the kitchen and HB9's husband offered to mix us some drinks. He whipped up a tall glass of Vodka for me with a splash of seven. I sat, listening to the husband telling stories and offering weak occasional comments while sipping my rediculously strong drink and shuddering after every gulp. I somehow managed to finish my drink while the hotties upstairs got ready, I got halfway through another before we actually started to head out to the club. Meanwhile, my buddy from Aberdeen downed two of those bad boys and was already starting to get a little rowdy.
We arrive at the club (In a possee of about 5 guys and 6 or 7 HB7.5-9.0s, walk straight to the front of the line, go back into the VIP room and sit at a table with a big bottle of Grey Goose and some Red Bulls. Everybody is interacting like they already know eachother so I'm a little outside. I walk to the table, just acting quiet cool and make myself a couple drinks. I wandered around a little, used the bathroom, and had brief conversations with some of the people I knew (just mingling). At this point HB10 walks in with a couple guys and starts talking to my sister and married HB9. I was standing there, so my sister introduced us politely. I smiled at her, asked her what her name was again since I couldn't hear and shook her hand in a friendly way. HB10 then started talking to a bunch of other people so I wandered away with a fresh new drink
I sat down at the couch next to my buddy from Aberdeen who was wooping and hollering now, obviously drunk off his ass. He was commenting on how he had never seen so many fake tits in all his life while we drank without caution. He would point at a hottie, and go "You think those are real??" I'd give him a look and go "Hell NO!" and we'd crack up laughing... yes we were already much too drunk. Well, he up and disappeared out of nowhere, and I just sat on the couch by myself for a while drinking. Eventually I started to feel kinda woozy so I peeled myself up off the couch and went into the bathroom upstairs. Inside, I managed to clumsily squeeze out a piss, and put my junk in my pants before instantaneously projectile vomiting all over the bathroom. After a couple hurls, I noticed I felt perfectly fine, if not a little reckless. From here on, things get a little hazy for me.
I headed downstairs and outside, surely with the fresh lingering odor of vomit on my breath, to clear my head a little and have a smoke. Outside, I found my buddy from Aberdeen chatting up 3 HB6.5-7.5 chicks on a bench. He was sitting on one side of the bench with all three chicks together on the other side. I instantly just walked up and sat on the other side of the chicks, sandwiching them, smiling real big like I was having a blast and introduced myself to all of them. I got in on the convo my buddy had started and at some point I just put my arm around the girl sitting next to me. We were semi cuddled-up and laughing and stuff when my sister walked out with HB10 and HB8.5 with her boyfriend. HB8.5's boyfriend was Greek as am I so I turned to him and said "What's up man?" in Greek and we shook hands smiling. My arm is around this other girl the whole time, I don't think we were even talking anymore. I pretty much leaned back at this point with my arm around this girl and faded in and out of consciousness according to my sister. She said I would just sit there with my eyes closed, and then I'd wake up and talk a little like nothing happened. HB10 remained pretty quiet at this point, she was curled up on the couch opposite from me looking rediculously hot, but not really talking to other guys or anything. So the night wound down and we all left the club and headed back to married HB9's place, apparently HB10 came also.
Back at the house, I hung out with my buddy from Aberdeen for a while until he started taking his shirt off and complimenting women on their tits. I pulled out and headed back downstairs and into the back yard where I found my sis and HB10. I hung out semi-quietly for a bit and then HB10 left. I hung with my sis for a bit and she told me that HB10 was asking about me, saying that I was "too cute" or whatever. She told me I needed to talk to her and we headed inside. I mingled a little bit more until I decided it was time to go... but I kept putting off talking to HB10 until the end of the night after I had gone around saying "goodbye" to everyone when I finally just said "**** it" and walked up to her, drunk as a skunk. I walked up with a hand out and asked her "I'm sorry, what was your name again?" She got a little excited like I negged her or something and told me "My name is HB10" while we shook hands very slowly. I'm not sure exactly what I was saying but the hand shaking turned into light rubbing and minor groping until we were nose to nose eskimo kissing, and touching eachother with big smiles on our faces. Finally I ended with "You should probably give me your number" and she resisted for an instant but transitioned into, "You give me YOUR number and I'll call your cell." So I did, and I greeted her like it was nice to meet her and walked away while she was dialing my number. I had to look around for my keys and we called a cab since I was far too drunk to drive. While we waited for the cab, I found my buddy who was passed out, shirtless on a couch. Once I finally got him conscious enough to help him waddle back to the cab, we left at around 6:00 AM. I checked my phone and HB10 left me a message,
"Hi Kinesis, this is HB10. My name is HB10, my name is HB10, my name is HB10, my name is HB10, my name is HB10, how many times are you going to ask me what my name is? My name is HB10, my number is 555-555-2845. Here is HB8.5."
"Hi dear, it's way past her bedtime, oh! Ooooh! (Moaning sounds)"
*click*
I laughed and managed to make my way home where I slept off a pretty nasty hangover.
So my question is... what should be my next step? She left the message at around 5:45AM Sunday morning. I called yesterday (Wednesday) at around 6:45 PM and there was no answer and I didn't leave a message. Should I call back today, maybe around mid-day and ask her to grab a quick drink and maybe a bite or should I leave it and wait until I see her again. Likely this Saturday night as it's someone else's birthday this weekend? I was thinking of waiting until this Saturday where I was gonna open her with "Hi! I'm sorry, what was your name again?" and see where it goes.
