@The Duke reminded me I had to update this, so here we go.
Since my last reply on this topic, I did get a response from this girl after I texted her asking if she was looking forward to her mom's cooking (Mother's Day weekend, and she'd told me she was going home for that). She texted back that she was, but to be fully transparent with me, even though she had a really great time with me, that it was all a little too much too soon for her. I responded that I felt the vibe was different, but that I'd still love to see her next (last) week if she still wanted to see me - no response. I talked to
@BeExcellent about this, and her suggestion regarding the date we'd already tentatively set up was to "assume the sale", so I texted her for confirmation - no response.
Didn't hear back from her late Thursday, so I texted her that I'd be out in Philly and to have fun in Paris if I didn't see her. She responds apologizing for not getting back to me sooner, and that the last few days had been really busy, but also that she wouldn't be able to meet for our little date - no alternative given. I threw out another text after that, but it wasn't important and wasn't responded to.
Anyway, that leads to the story...
Saturday night, I was out at Morgan's Pier. I hadn't heard back from the 113th girl since she "liked" my message, so I went out by myself. It was super packed, but the more I went exploring, the more I noticed that while there were a lot of "cute" girls, there really weren't any "hot" girls. It was getting close to the end of the night, so I was just hanging out, looking around, when I saw someone...
Some of you might remember the girl from one of my old threads, with
THIS being a meaningful update. I saw her briefly on New Year's (her roommate matched with me on Hinge and invited me out, saying that this other girl should be leaving by then - she ended up getting too drunk and making out with a stranger) where she was super apologetic about ghosting me, saying she's going through a lot, and that I'm a good person and she doesn't want to drag me down. In between those tirades, she switches back to being sweet, missing me, and making out. This ultimately ends with her friends walking her back to their car to bring her home, with her telling me to text her when I get home safely. I text her, she never reads it, and I stop thinking about her.
Now that we're up to speed...I see her sitting on a bench with some of her friends. She sees me and lights up, equally happy and surprised. As is our usual, we do a little chatting, a little making out, and I ask her what she wants from me since she's been hot and cold throughout the entire 2 years I've known her. As it turns out, she's still on and off with her ex, telling me a story about how she recently broke into his house to see him...so yeah...I don't see that going quite how I'd want it.
Anyway, it's at around this point that girl 110, the topic of this LR, shows up, obviously quite drunk. She sees me sitting down, talking to this girl, and passively-aggressively tells me it's nice to see me and to have a great night with this other girl, before sitting down with her friend and ex-roommate at the table directly across from where I'm sitting. She keeps looking at me, then waves me to come over. I've been back and forth with this girl multiple times, and tonight doesn't seem like it'd be different, so I indulge...
First thing she tells me is that I look really nice and she wants to kiss me, so we do. Then I pull back and explain that I'm confused why she's mad about me talking to another girl when she's the one who ghosted me. She apologizes profusely, explaining how she was actually thinking about texting me tonight, and that she realizes that she's the one who's the problem, and that ever since her breakup, she's been avoidant of anything emotional. Unfortunately, she is visibly very drunk. The night is coming to an end, there's nobody there I particularly want, and the only other prospect is still hung up on her ex, so I tell this girl that I'll leave with her and her friend to make sure she gets home safe, and that I can stay or leave after that - up to her. Initially, she tells me that I should go have fun with that other girl, or enjoy my night, because she's been a sh***y person, so I reassure her that even though she was ghosting me, I'm still happy to see her, and that I'd make sure she got home safely.
She orders the Uber, and we leave, along with her friend. We get to her apartment building, the friend leaves, and even though it's a bit of a struggle getting her through the door, up the elevator, and into her apartment, we make it happen. Once we sit down and get her some water, she is once again very apologetic for ghosting me and explains herself a bit more. Remember how I noticed the hand pull away in the car? Yeah, I told you details mattered, because apparently that came across as a little more attached than she was used to. She explained how sex is easy, but anything where emotions are involved is hard for her since her messy breakup, and that she's not ready for a relationship, despite constantly telling me that I'm handsome and such a great guy. I explained that I'm not looking for one either, and that I simply enjoy her company, and try to be a decent person. She thanked me for making sure she got back safe...and then excused herself for a bit to go throw up.
Once she recovered, she explained that I wouldn't have to spend the night if I didn't want to. I told her I would. She then explained that she doesn't think she feels good enough for sex, and I laughed and told her that was fine, and that we could just go to bed.
In the morning, she's still terribly hungover. She's still apologizing for ghosting me and thanking me for keeping her safe. We alternate between having her cuddled up on me, or scratching her back and scalp when she wants to switch sides to feel a little better. She takes an Advil, some LiquidIV, water, brushes her teeth, and after a few hours, she's starting to feel better. Partway through scratching her back again, she turns to face me, and we start making out, which leads to me fingering her, which leads to her literally begging me f*** her. Afterwards, she thanked me for the sex, stating that she "needed that", which I got a kick out of.
She offered to make me breakfast, but I told her that wasn't necessary, and that I had to get back to take care of the pets, and she had to pack for her Paris trip. She gets me a few snacks instead, walks me out, and kisses me goodbye. I texted her when I got back to the apartment, to which she responded that it was nice seeing me, and thanked me again for taking care of her.
And that's where we're at. She'll be in Paris for about a week, so we'll see what she's down for after that.
