Over the Xmas break went to stay with my cousin at the beach for about 3 weeks, although floating around different places at times during that. He rents a pretty fancy place on the canal, with a pool and stuff, area where I used to live a few years back.
First Fri night down there (just before Xmas) go with him to his local bar. Female talent is pretty minimal although I am more there to catch up with him so don’t really care.
That night, to set the scene, I still had a huge moustache (think 70’s porn star), a Movember carry over.
Some time later in the night I am just standing playing some pool, a band is playing, when some hottish blonde chick in a flashing Santa hat makes eye contact with me, I hold it, and she then comes and drags me up to the dance floor. At the time there was like maybe 40 guys in the bar, and probably 3 hot chicks max, it was those sort of odds.
Making out ensues, tease her and end up taking the Santa hat off her and wearing it…ha ha. She tries to get it back without success, pretends she’s upset but secretly she loved it.
Ended up outside making out with her a bit more, but couldn’t get her to come home to my cousin’s place, but get her number (it was the right one since she texted it to me).
Next day, send her a pic of the Santa hat on a cat figurine, no response. Text her once more later in the week (like Wed), no response. Figure it’s a lost cause..
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In the following week, I end up shaving off the mo, so I look completely different, back to my usual “22 year old” self…ha ha. Clean-shaven I do look a lot younger than 28.
The following Friday go to the same place with my cousin. As we go inside, I see her outside in the smoking area.
My cousin and I are inside for a bit, she sort of goes past but doesn’t seem to recognise me. So I go over a bit later in the night and say hi. She didn’t recognise me without the huge mo, but is obviously still into me.
At the end of the night, she ends up coming back to my cousin’s place with me. End up having some beers out on the back deck and the jetty near the canal (including make out) under the stars for an hour or so, but finally end up taking her into my bedroom.
Afterwards, before she is leaving, she insists on knowing how old I am (she is 24). She doesn’t believe I’m 28 so I show her my licence. Even then, because I playfully pretend that it might be fake, she still thinks I am 22.
Pretty much from then on, saw her at various times over the next couple of weeks. She knew I was from up north and would be leaving in a few weeks, but she was into it.
Had a one nighter with some UK chick chasing Aussie d!ck somewhere in between (random bar pick up the night before she left on the next leg of her trip), but also saw Santa Hat Chick several more times before I headed off.
Took her out to play pool a few times and have a meal, and she tried to pay for it each time, she was that sort of girl.
Ended up banging her in my cousin’s pool out the back next to the canal under the stars a few times which was quite good fun.
And then it was time for me to leave to head back north. Ended up banging her brains out again the night before I left (she knew I was leaving the next day). Parted as friends, sent her a text on her birthday (which was a few days after I left), she said she had a blast meeting me.
I kept the Santa Hat.
First Fri night down there (just before Xmas) go with him to his local bar. Female talent is pretty minimal although I am more there to catch up with him so don’t really care.
That night, to set the scene, I still had a huge moustache (think 70’s porn star), a Movember carry over.
Some time later in the night I am just standing playing some pool, a band is playing, when some hottish blonde chick in a flashing Santa hat makes eye contact with me, I hold it, and she then comes and drags me up to the dance floor. At the time there was like maybe 40 guys in the bar, and probably 3 hot chicks max, it was those sort of odds.
Making out ensues, tease her and end up taking the Santa hat off her and wearing it…ha ha. She tries to get it back without success, pretends she’s upset but secretly she loved it.
Ended up outside making out with her a bit more, but couldn’t get her to come home to my cousin’s place, but get her number (it was the right one since she texted it to me).
Next day, send her a pic of the Santa hat on a cat figurine, no response. Text her once more later in the week (like Wed), no response. Figure it’s a lost cause..
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In the following week, I end up shaving off the mo, so I look completely different, back to my usual “22 year old” self…ha ha. Clean-shaven I do look a lot younger than 28.
The following Friday go to the same place with my cousin. As we go inside, I see her outside in the smoking area.
My cousin and I are inside for a bit, she sort of goes past but doesn’t seem to recognise me. So I go over a bit later in the night and say hi. She didn’t recognise me without the huge mo, but is obviously still into me.
At the end of the night, she ends up coming back to my cousin’s place with me. End up having some beers out on the back deck and the jetty near the canal (including make out) under the stars for an hour or so, but finally end up taking her into my bedroom.
Afterwards, before she is leaving, she insists on knowing how old I am (she is 24). She doesn’t believe I’m 28 so I show her my licence. Even then, because I playfully pretend that it might be fake, she still thinks I am 22.
Pretty much from then on, saw her at various times over the next couple of weeks. She knew I was from up north and would be leaving in a few weeks, but she was into it.
Had a one nighter with some UK chick chasing Aussie d!ck somewhere in between (random bar pick up the night before she left on the next leg of her trip), but also saw Santa Hat Chick several more times before I headed off.
Took her out to play pool a few times and have a meal, and she tried to pay for it each time, she was that sort of girl.
Ended up banging her in my cousin’s pool out the back next to the canal under the stars a few times which was quite good fun.
And then it was time for me to leave to head back north. Ended up banging her brains out again the night before I left (she knew I was leaving the next day). Parted as friends, sent her a text on her birthday (which was a few days after I left), she said she had a blast meeting me.
I kept the Santa Hat.
