Hey all, it's been a while but I'm back.
After my breakup in May I've been dateless and pretty much alone, just to give you a point of reference as to where I am coming from.
Last Saturday, I get a call from a close female friend (let's call her Jane) who is dating one of my friends asking if I would like to go out to a bar and meet some other friends there. Well hell yeah, why not? I get prepped in some nice jeans, layered shirts and I'm lookin' damn good, but forgot something very important, which I will say later.
So I make it to Jane's house and we BS for a bit when she notices I've lost considerable weight (6'0" tall, in May I was 205lbs, after cutting I am hovering in the 175-178lbs. range) and tells me I look good, in a platonic sense (not that the girl is ugly, she's just off-limits), so I drive us out to a local bar that's packed with kids I go to college with.
After a few beers I'm feelin' pretty decent, having good conversation with Jane about how badly my ex screwed me over and how she felt bad for me, but I'm since over that whole debacle so it didn't harm the mood at all. Finally one of our friends shows up to meet us (it ends up she's the only one who shows). 6'0", half white/African American, slender, model type face, definitely a HB9, a mutual friend of my social circle that I've only dreamt of getting involved with. We'll call her Abby.
Jane and I are sitting at the bar when she arrives, so she gets the obligatory hugs from each of us as we order her a drink. This is where the night starts to get a little blurry thanks to some shots, but I'll try to put the puzzle back together as best I can. We move out to the smoking section of the bar (Ohio laws
) so Jane and Abby can smoke, and Jane heads off to get another beer. During this time Abby and I are having intellectual conversation about politics, the economy, etc. She's brilliant, an art history and journalism major (I'm a history major and education minor) even though we are opposite political parties we find some common ground and enjoy each others company. I'm leaning in (I know, a big no-no) because it's loud and I'm trying to listen to her, and she looks me right in the eyes and open mouth kisses me while we're sitting at a table. Absolutely magnificent. She gets all giddy and says "I just kissed DarkShade!" in silly schoolgirly happy way, and proceeds to tell me she's wanted to kiss me since one of our friend's father's wedding in June. We kiss a few more times and we get into a real good groove together. Then she point blank asks me how big my d1ck is. I don't know if it was the alcohol talking but I am positive she's not the promiscuous type. So I tell her the truth, without a flinch or a bat of the eye, and she seems impressed.
Throughout that night in the bar she makes sure that she's near me and whenever we move from one area to another (packed bar) she always holds my hand like she's leading me places. We hit the dance floor with Jane and enjoy a bit of threesome griding, but it's getting late and we decide to head back to Jane's place to hang out some more and have a few more drinks. There we chat some more, and she says something that's stuck with me. In the middle of a political conversation, she looks at me and says "You have no idea how wet it makes me that I can talk to you about this stuff.", whether she was being exaggurative, silly or serious I thought it was a cool remark to make.
Jane goes to bed and tells us there's a bed upstairs for us if we want to use it (Jane is being very accomodating, I'll have to buy her dinner or something for this night) Abby and I stay up and talk a bit more, watch some TV, finally she tells me that she has to go home to get some sleep for work (It's around 4am at this point). I tell her I wanted her to stay there with me, and she immediately agrees to stay without a fight at all. So we head upstairs only to find out that the bed is a twin sized (yay) and we lay down. In no time I'm on top kissing everything, and then I remembered I forgot that one all important item, my condoms. D'OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH. Regardless, we find other ways to finish the job and for a few hours of foreplay we're pretty much exhausted. I could tell she was really digging everything I did, I caught onto her little nuances (she likes getting things pulled, ears, etc) because I'm extremely sensitive to that kind of stuff in bed.
So we wake up the next day and she preps herself to leave, I follow her back out and we kiss before she leaves for home. I head home shortly after and pass out.
I haven't heard from her since except for a few text messages we've sent back and forth. This leads me to believe one of several possiblities, in order of which I believe them to be possible in decending order:
1. She's been busy with school and work (totally understandable, I have been too)
2. She's afraid of what could be between us
3. She's been sick (texted me that she had the flu) and haven't been able for some reason
4. She's not *really* into me, she just thought she was
5. She's afraid of hurting the feelings of my ex (who she is barely 'friends' with)
6. The whole thing was an act (she gets an Academy Award from me if so)
7. I read the whole thing wrong and it was just a typical one-night stand (even though she told me before we started anything in bed that it was her first 'real one-night stand', where I corrected her and said "It doesn't have to be just one", which she responded "That's true..")
8. ????
Sorry about the short novel, but I figured if anyone has insight as to my next move, it would be you guys. I want to see her again and perhaps move things along further. I think I gave her incentive to try me again because we never actually did the deed, but that's just what I think.
After my breakup in May I've been dateless and pretty much alone, just to give you a point of reference as to where I am coming from.
Last Saturday, I get a call from a close female friend (let's call her Jane) who is dating one of my friends asking if I would like to go out to a bar and meet some other friends there. Well hell yeah, why not? I get prepped in some nice jeans, layered shirts and I'm lookin' damn good, but forgot something very important, which I will say later.
So I make it to Jane's house and we BS for a bit when she notices I've lost considerable weight (6'0" tall, in May I was 205lbs, after cutting I am hovering in the 175-178lbs. range) and tells me I look good, in a platonic sense (not that the girl is ugly, she's just off-limits), so I drive us out to a local bar that's packed with kids I go to college with.
After a few beers I'm feelin' pretty decent, having good conversation with Jane about how badly my ex screwed me over and how she felt bad for me, but I'm since over that whole debacle so it didn't harm the mood at all. Finally one of our friends shows up to meet us (it ends up she's the only one who shows). 6'0", half white/African American, slender, model type face, definitely a HB9, a mutual friend of my social circle that I've only dreamt of getting involved with. We'll call her Abby.
Jane and I are sitting at the bar when she arrives, so she gets the obligatory hugs from each of us as we order her a drink. This is where the night starts to get a little blurry thanks to some shots, but I'll try to put the puzzle back together as best I can. We move out to the smoking section of the bar (Ohio laws
) so Jane and Abby can smoke, and Jane heads off to get another beer. During this time Abby and I are having intellectual conversation about politics, the economy, etc. She's brilliant, an art history and journalism major (I'm a history major and education minor) even though we are opposite political parties we find some common ground and enjoy each others company. I'm leaning in (I know, a big no-no) because it's loud and I'm trying to listen to her, and she looks me right in the eyes and open mouth kisses me while we're sitting at a table. Absolutely magnificent. She gets all giddy and says "I just kissed DarkShade!" in silly schoolgirly happy way, and proceeds to tell me she's wanted to kiss me since one of our friend's father's wedding in June. We kiss a few more times and we get into a real good groove together. Then she point blank asks me how big my d1ck is. I don't know if it was the alcohol talking but I am positive she's not the promiscuous type. So I tell her the truth, without a flinch or a bat of the eye, and she seems impressed.Throughout that night in the bar she makes sure that she's near me and whenever we move from one area to another (packed bar) she always holds my hand like she's leading me places. We hit the dance floor with Jane and enjoy a bit of threesome griding, but it's getting late and we decide to head back to Jane's place to hang out some more and have a few more drinks. There we chat some more, and she says something that's stuck with me. In the middle of a political conversation, she looks at me and says "You have no idea how wet it makes me that I can talk to you about this stuff.", whether she was being exaggurative, silly or serious I thought it was a cool remark to make.
Jane goes to bed and tells us there's a bed upstairs for us if we want to use it (Jane is being very accomodating, I'll have to buy her dinner or something for this night) Abby and I stay up and talk a bit more, watch some TV, finally she tells me that she has to go home to get some sleep for work (It's around 4am at this point). I tell her I wanted her to stay there with me, and she immediately agrees to stay without a fight at all. So we head upstairs only to find out that the bed is a twin sized (yay) and we lay down. In no time I'm on top kissing everything, and then I remembered I forgot that one all important item, my condoms. D'OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH. Regardless, we find other ways to finish the job and for a few hours of foreplay we're pretty much exhausted. I could tell she was really digging everything I did, I caught onto her little nuances (she likes getting things pulled, ears, etc) because I'm extremely sensitive to that kind of stuff in bed.
So we wake up the next day and she preps herself to leave, I follow her back out and we kiss before she leaves for home. I head home shortly after and pass out.
I haven't heard from her since except for a few text messages we've sent back and forth. This leads me to believe one of several possiblities, in order of which I believe them to be possible in decending order:
1. She's been busy with school and work (totally understandable, I have been too)
2. She's afraid of what could be between us
3. She's been sick (texted me that she had the flu) and haven't been able for some reason
4. She's not *really* into me, she just thought she was
5. She's afraid of hurting the feelings of my ex (who she is barely 'friends' with)
6. The whole thing was an act (she gets an Academy Award from me if so)
7. I read the whole thing wrong and it was just a typical one-night stand (even though she told me before we started anything in bed that it was her first 'real one-night stand', where I corrected her and said "It doesn't have to be just one", which she responded "That's true..")
8. ????
Sorry about the short novel, but I figured if anyone has insight as to my next move, it would be you guys. I want to see her again and perhaps move things along further. I think I gave her incentive to try me again because we never actually did the deed, but that's just what I think.
