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BeDJ
Guest
HB 7.5 - 5'9"
Setting up the date was very easy, very receptive to texting and calling.
The First Date:
There I am sitting at the lobby and she walks in. I stand up...HOLY FVCK. She's wearing 4" heels as I look up to her. My mojo. My game. My poor fvcking hamster was having a seizure.
I try to remain calm, thinking to myself I'm the prize. I'm the prize. I'm the prize. Then it turned into I think I can. I think I can. I think I can. It was pathetic. It was like this was my first date in years. Why was I so god damn nervous.
We order our drinks and head toward the lounge area. There was a long couch and a single comfy chair. STUPIDLY, I decide to sit on the chair. I must have lost my mind. She stutter steps as if she didn't know where to sit because she must have thought I was a fvcking retard.
The conversation was mediocre at best. Long moments to silence. Long looks at each others with smiles like two pathetic 12 year olds. Trying not to break eye contact, I crossed the fine line of creeper status. She excuses herself to the restroom. I'm there thinking to myself - Hey, it wouldn't be so bad if she ran straight to her car. 10 minutes pass, holy sh!t, I wouldn't be surprised if she did. She finally comes back. Probably telling her friends to watch out for an Amber Alert. The waitress asks us if we needed anything. I asked her if she wanted another one. 'I'm fine.' Yup, pack it up boys, we're going home. I walk her to my car since she parked 2 blocks away. She bends down to give me a hug, like a mom kissing her little boy to school.
I date rape drug myself and forget everything.
Setting up the date was very easy, very receptive to texting and calling.
The First Date:
There I am sitting at the lobby and she walks in. I stand up...HOLY FVCK. She's wearing 4" heels as I look up to her. My mojo. My game. My poor fvcking hamster was having a seizure.
I try to remain calm, thinking to myself I'm the prize. I'm the prize. I'm the prize. Then it turned into I think I can. I think I can. I think I can. It was pathetic. It was like this was my first date in years. Why was I so god damn nervous.
We order our drinks and head toward the lounge area. There was a long couch and a single comfy chair. STUPIDLY, I decide to sit on the chair. I must have lost my mind. She stutter steps as if she didn't know where to sit because she must have thought I was a fvcking retard.
The conversation was mediocre at best. Long moments to silence. Long looks at each others with smiles like two pathetic 12 year olds. Trying not to break eye contact, I crossed the fine line of creeper status. She excuses herself to the restroom. I'm there thinking to myself - Hey, it wouldn't be so bad if she ran straight to her car. 10 minutes pass, holy sh!t, I wouldn't be surprised if she did. She finally comes back. Probably telling her friends to watch out for an Amber Alert. The waitress asks us if we needed anything. I asked her if she wanted another one. 'I'm fine.' Yup, pack it up boys, we're going home. I walk her to my car since she parked 2 blocks away. She bends down to give me a hug, like a mom kissing her little boy to school.
I date rape drug myself and forget everything.