Just went on one of the most retarded dates I've been on in a while. I met this attractive and tall gothic girl on the street TODAY, and she was willing to meet me TONIGHT. And she did.
I saw this sexy and tall gothic girl, made my approach, commented on her style, talked a bit about music, took her hand, kissed it and twirled her around.
I took her number and said I'd take her on a date, and talked to her about when she would be free. She said something like she works this weekend, but she could do next Sunday. I said that's a bit too long, but we can arrange over text. Took her hand, twirled her once more and we parted ways.
Fast forward a couple hours, since I realize I'm working the next few days, I figure I'd I text her to see if she's down for anything tonight. Attached the text conversation
Straight green lights. She's agrees and is down to meet tonight. Cool. We set a time. 8:30pm comes and as I'm talking to the bouncer, she arrives. He goes 'Damn. She's with you, go right in.' I put my hand on her back to guide her as we go in. I noticed she was pulling away a bit as I did that. Weird. Thought it was just her walking in, didn't think much of it.
It's a bit loud but we find a couple seats. I pull one out for her and let her sit at the bar first. I sit, and then we start talking. She's asking me about my day and as I order an Old Style, we go into what we did, different topics and what not. I ask questions to get her to talk about herself so that I can just sit back and listen.
I had an ear infection recently, so whenever I talk I hear it in my left ear as well, so it feels weird for me when I do talk. But she's also asking plenty of questions back, so I oblige, talk as usual. Early on, I take her hands and ask about her rings, she doesn't mind, and talks about where she got them and what not. Then I move on to her tattoos, which she has plenty of, and touch her as I ask about them. Doesn't seem to mind. When I stroke her hair, she visibly gets annoyed, I notice, and I ask if it's bothering her. She said she doesn't like to be touched.
WTF? You were giggling and laughing when I met you on the street and kissed your hand, etc. but you don't like to be touched? In response, I said 'no problem, whatever makes you comfortable.' I pulled back but still made light touches throughout. She didn't seem to mind at that point, but it made it difficult to flirt with her. I threw in some verbal flirts in there but would just get a giggle or laugh, and I didn't push the affection much further.
When I closed out the tab, we walked out, and she and I mentioned the speakeasies and sh1t she mentioned when we met earlier, and asked how she was feeling. I remember saying I'd like to kiss her but she seems reserved and wants to take it slow. She giggled and said yeah I like to take it slow.
She said she was feeling good, so I figured we'd go on a little walk around and see what else was around, but soon after, she asked where I was going. The ****? I said we were going on a walk to see what else there was (refer to texts) She said ok, and then soon after she said, you know what, I have to wake up early tomorrow and go to work.
Yes, now you have a magical work assignment you never mentioned before. She said she'd head back, but thanks. I said I'll walk her back since it's dark out and she had something to drink. She said she had a mocktail. Said I'd walk her back anyway.
(It's ****ing Chicago and you're dressed like a ****ing diva at night on the way to the train)
She takes this whole loop around, while we're walking, which takes twice as long as it should've. She makes conversation and we talk along the way, we finally arrive, she gives the weakest goodbye, weak ass hug and doesn't even wait for a response, just goes.
I text her a couple minutes after and say 'We aren't a good fit at all. Good luck.'
Quite easily one of the most retarded dates I've been on. Almost as bad as going out with a girl I met at the club once. Almost.
You're willing to meet me, a man that came up to you on the street, the same fvcking night, but you draw the line when I touch you, which is what I explicitly did earlier. I'm here for a DATE, not to have platonic conversation, forgo any flirting, and talk about your art and sh1t.
First girl I've ever met that was against physical affection.
I'm going to bed, waste of time.

I saw this sexy and tall gothic girl, made my approach, commented on her style, talked a bit about music, took her hand, kissed it and twirled her around.
I took her number and said I'd take her on a date, and talked to her about when she would be free. She said something like she works this weekend, but she could do next Sunday. I said that's a bit too long, but we can arrange over text. Took her hand, twirled her once more and we parted ways.
Fast forward a couple hours, since I realize I'm working the next few days, I figure I'd I text her to see if she's down for anything tonight. Attached the text conversation
Straight green lights. She's agrees and is down to meet tonight. Cool. We set a time. 8:30pm comes and as I'm talking to the bouncer, she arrives. He goes 'Damn. She's with you, go right in.' I put my hand on her back to guide her as we go in. I noticed she was pulling away a bit as I did that. Weird. Thought it was just her walking in, didn't think much of it.
It's a bit loud but we find a couple seats. I pull one out for her and let her sit at the bar first. I sit, and then we start talking. She's asking me about my day and as I order an Old Style, we go into what we did, different topics and what not. I ask questions to get her to talk about herself so that I can just sit back and listen.
I had an ear infection recently, so whenever I talk I hear it in my left ear as well, so it feels weird for me when I do talk. But she's also asking plenty of questions back, so I oblige, talk as usual. Early on, I take her hands and ask about her rings, she doesn't mind, and talks about where she got them and what not. Then I move on to her tattoos, which she has plenty of, and touch her as I ask about them. Doesn't seem to mind. When I stroke her hair, she visibly gets annoyed, I notice, and I ask if it's bothering her. She said she doesn't like to be touched.
WTF? You were giggling and laughing when I met you on the street and kissed your hand, etc. but you don't like to be touched? In response, I said 'no problem, whatever makes you comfortable.' I pulled back but still made light touches throughout. She didn't seem to mind at that point, but it made it difficult to flirt with her. I threw in some verbal flirts in there but would just get a giggle or laugh, and I didn't push the affection much further.
When I closed out the tab, we walked out, and she and I mentioned the speakeasies and sh1t she mentioned when we met earlier, and asked how she was feeling. I remember saying I'd like to kiss her but she seems reserved and wants to take it slow. She giggled and said yeah I like to take it slow.
She said she was feeling good, so I figured we'd go on a little walk around and see what else was around, but soon after, she asked where I was going. The ****? I said we were going on a walk to see what else there was (refer to texts) She said ok, and then soon after she said, you know what, I have to wake up early tomorrow and go to work.
Yes, now you have a magical work assignment you never mentioned before. She said she'd head back, but thanks. I said I'll walk her back since it's dark out and she had something to drink. She said she had a mocktail. Said I'd walk her back anyway.
(It's ****ing Chicago and you're dressed like a ****ing diva at night on the way to the train)
She takes this whole loop around, while we're walking, which takes twice as long as it should've. She makes conversation and we talk along the way, we finally arrive, she gives the weakest goodbye, weak ass hug and doesn't even wait for a response, just goes.
I text her a couple minutes after and say 'We aren't a good fit at all. Good luck.'
Quite easily one of the most retarded dates I've been on. Almost as bad as going out with a girl I met at the club once. Almost.
You're willing to meet me, a man that came up to you on the street, the same fvcking night, but you draw the line when I touch you, which is what I explicitly did earlier. I'm here for a DATE, not to have platonic conversation, forgo any flirting, and talk about your art and sh1t.
First girl I've ever met that was against physical affection.
I'm going to bed, waste of time.
