BPH
Master Don Juan
Alright boys, we're back.
Had a bit of a dry spell there for about 2 months. As it turns out, it's not super fun in suburban Delaware when college girls go home for the summer and everybody goes down to the beach. This took place over the course of 2 separate weekends, so I'll provide the necessary context leading up to the lay.
Lately, due to the fact that most of my friends are lame/in long-term relationships, I've been going out solo. And due to the less-than-ideal circumstances listed above, I've been forced to travel greater distances to scout out places where I'd be able to meet women during the summer, following the exodus known as "graduation".
Last weekend, this led to me checking out Philadelphia, specifically some of the Center City bars. I started out at Barstool and was very underwhelmed; I had been here less than 2 months prior for my birthday, and it was absolutely packed...but now? The downstairs club section was not open, the main dancefloor was barren, and it was the first time I could see straight from one side of the bar to the other. I asked the bartender if this was the norm, and he explained that they experience the same problem as I was having in Delaware; everybody goes to the beaches during the summer. So I gave it some time and swiped on some of the dating apps (by the way, just as many bots as anywhere else, if not more). It didn't really pick up in terms of women, so I left to go to another bar called Wicked Wolf.
Unfortunately, it was pretty much the same story here. The side bars and upstairs section were closed off, and it was just the dancefloor with the adjoining main bar. I saw a couple of cute girls here, but they were all with groups of guys. I didn't have very high expectations, and was considering whether to try another spot. I figured I would end up driving home later, so I finished my drink and resigned to the fact that this was likely to be a standard, dull night.
But then I went downstairs to use the bathroom and ran into the girl this LR is about. She was quite busty and wearing a very deep plunging top. Thin, in good shape, I originally assumed she was Indian, but later found out she was just light-skinned black, Ethiopian, specifically. She was leaving the bathroom while I was on my way in, but I stopped her and I think my exact words were "Woaw, hold on, you're really cute. What's your name?" She was a little tipsy; I'd later find out it was her birthday. She thought I was really cute, too, and when I told her my name, she remarked that it was "an a**hole name" without really giving any explanation. I laughed it off and continued making some small talk with her that I couldn't really remember. What I did remember was that she was making very strong eye contact and didn't shy away when I got close to her. I thought we were going to kiss, here and now, but she told me she needed to go make sure her friend was ok in the bathroom, and that if I waited, she would come back for me.
Fast forward maybe 5 minutes, she and her friend come out. She hadn't expected me to actually wait on her, but was very glad I did. The friend also approved of me, told me it was this girl's birthday, and to make sure she had a good night. She led me around to all her other friends who were at the bar that night for her birthday and introduced me to them as well. We danced around a little, I got very close to her again, and went for the kiss, receiving zero resistance. The rest of the night mostly alternated between us dancing and making out, and taking care of one of her friends who was a particularly sloppy drunk.
Eventually, the bar started closing, and we had to figure out what we were doing afterwards. I'd told this girl I'd driven up for the night and would love to stay with her, though she assured me we wouldn't be having sex, which was fine with me. One of her friends tried exceptionally hard to block me, playing the role of the "mom" for the friend group. She saw me as a total stranger and tried to talk my girl out of leaving with me several times. I'd later find out this girl has been in a toxic relationship for a long time, and just kinda hates men. My girl got tired of all their shenanigans and wanted just the 2 of us to Uber back to her place...but the "mom" guilted her into being responsible for all of them. The solution then was that I would order an Uber XL set for my girl's apartment, and the friends would all walk back to theirs after that. We were making out during most of the car ride, and "mom" kept voicing her disgust. I don't think she took my girl seriously when she agreed that they would walk back after we got dropped off, because she voiced her disbelief when we both got out of the car and left them to their devices.
When we got to her apartment, we pretty much went straight to the bedroom and started getting hot and heavy and undressing. She did stick to her word, so while we had plenty of fun, there was no sex this night. The next morning, I awoke to her getting FaceTime calls from all of her friends from last night, and several of her roommates coming in to wish her a happy birthday. They were also having a lot of fun with discovering that I was 31 years old, since the common consensus is almost always somewhere between 23-26. I got dressed and ordered an Uber to get my car and head home. I kissed my girl goodbye and texted her a little bit, telling her to let me know the next time she needed a "+1 in bed".
Fast forward to this past Thursday, and she texts me asking if I'm going out in Philly again that night. I didn't have work Friday, since it was July 4th, but I did have to get to the gym early because it would have shorter hours. I told her I was considering it, and she let me know which bar she and her friends would be at, and to let her know if I made it.
Here's the thing...my greed nearly got me in trouble this night...
While at work, I had matched with a girl on Tinder who was available this same night...also in Philly. I figured that my girl from last weekend was a "warm lead", so I came to the decision that I would see how things went with this Tinder girl first, and then, based on that, decide how I would end my night.
Since I knew where my girl would be, I took this girl to that Barstool spot I mentioned above. When I told the other girl and her friends that I started out there before moving to Wicked Wolf, they were surprised and told me they don't like Barstool. So I figured it would be a "safe" spot to go where I wouldn't run into her. Well...the date was going fine, but the logistics weren't going to work; she's an au pair and lives with a host family, so I can't go to her place, and since I live with my parents an hour away, she can't come to mine. I started texting the other girl, asking where she was, so I could meet her. Her response? Barstool - she and her friends were at the same bar as me and my date.
Luckily, we didn't see each other, and she told me they left to go to another spot.
I make up an excuse to cut things short with my date, since I know things can't go much further tonight. I leave with her, have a quick but surprisingly passionate makeout session with her (we kissed in the bar, but she came off as a prude to me, turns out she was just shy and doesn't like PDA). We said our goodbyes, and I met up with my girl and some of her friends at another bar shortly before it closed.
We didn't spend much time here. It was another friend's birthday, and the girl who told me to make sure her friend had a good birthday the weekend before was happy to see me. She has a boyfriend who agreed to pick us up, so I rode with them back to the same apartment as last weekend. We had a couple more drinks before going upstairs to her bedroom again. This time, there was sex.
We kept going, on and off, until I ran out of condoms, at which point we both passed out. I couldn't enjoy it too much, as I had to wake up early and rush back home to get my workout in, but it was a good time. Plus, it's kinda nice to have something of a FWB in Philly for whenever I make the trip up - I actually went back to Philly last night to check out some other spots and ran into her and her friends again, with the same end result.
I'll be on vacation next week, for a week, so I won't potentially see her until after that, but it was nice to end that dry spell before coming into beach week, where I have historically had the best luck during the summer. I rushed the second half of this post, but I wanted to keep it within the character limit to not have to post twice, and wanted to put this out so I can relax the rest of tonight. Hopefully, you guys still find it to be a good read.
Have a good night, everybody. Happy 4th.
Had a bit of a dry spell there for about 2 months. As it turns out, it's not super fun in suburban Delaware when college girls go home for the summer and everybody goes down to the beach. This took place over the course of 2 separate weekends, so I'll provide the necessary context leading up to the lay.
Lately, due to the fact that most of my friends are lame/in long-term relationships, I've been going out solo. And due to the less-than-ideal circumstances listed above, I've been forced to travel greater distances to scout out places where I'd be able to meet women during the summer, following the exodus known as "graduation".
Last weekend, this led to me checking out Philadelphia, specifically some of the Center City bars. I started out at Barstool and was very underwhelmed; I had been here less than 2 months prior for my birthday, and it was absolutely packed...but now? The downstairs club section was not open, the main dancefloor was barren, and it was the first time I could see straight from one side of the bar to the other. I asked the bartender if this was the norm, and he explained that they experience the same problem as I was having in Delaware; everybody goes to the beaches during the summer. So I gave it some time and swiped on some of the dating apps (by the way, just as many bots as anywhere else, if not more). It didn't really pick up in terms of women, so I left to go to another bar called Wicked Wolf.
Unfortunately, it was pretty much the same story here. The side bars and upstairs section were closed off, and it was just the dancefloor with the adjoining main bar. I saw a couple of cute girls here, but they were all with groups of guys. I didn't have very high expectations, and was considering whether to try another spot. I figured I would end up driving home later, so I finished my drink and resigned to the fact that this was likely to be a standard, dull night.
But then I went downstairs to use the bathroom and ran into the girl this LR is about. She was quite busty and wearing a very deep plunging top. Thin, in good shape, I originally assumed she was Indian, but later found out she was just light-skinned black, Ethiopian, specifically. She was leaving the bathroom while I was on my way in, but I stopped her and I think my exact words were "Woaw, hold on, you're really cute. What's your name?" She was a little tipsy; I'd later find out it was her birthday. She thought I was really cute, too, and when I told her my name, she remarked that it was "an a**hole name" without really giving any explanation. I laughed it off and continued making some small talk with her that I couldn't really remember. What I did remember was that she was making very strong eye contact and didn't shy away when I got close to her. I thought we were going to kiss, here and now, but she told me she needed to go make sure her friend was ok in the bathroom, and that if I waited, she would come back for me.
Fast forward maybe 5 minutes, she and her friend come out. She hadn't expected me to actually wait on her, but was very glad I did. The friend also approved of me, told me it was this girl's birthday, and to make sure she had a good night. She led me around to all her other friends who were at the bar that night for her birthday and introduced me to them as well. We danced around a little, I got very close to her again, and went for the kiss, receiving zero resistance. The rest of the night mostly alternated between us dancing and making out, and taking care of one of her friends who was a particularly sloppy drunk.
Eventually, the bar started closing, and we had to figure out what we were doing afterwards. I'd told this girl I'd driven up for the night and would love to stay with her, though she assured me we wouldn't be having sex, which was fine with me. One of her friends tried exceptionally hard to block me, playing the role of the "mom" for the friend group. She saw me as a total stranger and tried to talk my girl out of leaving with me several times. I'd later find out this girl has been in a toxic relationship for a long time, and just kinda hates men. My girl got tired of all their shenanigans and wanted just the 2 of us to Uber back to her place...but the "mom" guilted her into being responsible for all of them. The solution then was that I would order an Uber XL set for my girl's apartment, and the friends would all walk back to theirs after that. We were making out during most of the car ride, and "mom" kept voicing her disgust. I don't think she took my girl seriously when she agreed that they would walk back after we got dropped off, because she voiced her disbelief when we both got out of the car and left them to their devices.
When we got to her apartment, we pretty much went straight to the bedroom and started getting hot and heavy and undressing. She did stick to her word, so while we had plenty of fun, there was no sex this night. The next morning, I awoke to her getting FaceTime calls from all of her friends from last night, and several of her roommates coming in to wish her a happy birthday. They were also having a lot of fun with discovering that I was 31 years old, since the common consensus is almost always somewhere between 23-26. I got dressed and ordered an Uber to get my car and head home. I kissed my girl goodbye and texted her a little bit, telling her to let me know the next time she needed a "+1 in bed".
Fast forward to this past Thursday, and she texts me asking if I'm going out in Philly again that night. I didn't have work Friday, since it was July 4th, but I did have to get to the gym early because it would have shorter hours. I told her I was considering it, and she let me know which bar she and her friends would be at, and to let her know if I made it.
Here's the thing...my greed nearly got me in trouble this night...
While at work, I had matched with a girl on Tinder who was available this same night...also in Philly. I figured that my girl from last weekend was a "warm lead", so I came to the decision that I would see how things went with this Tinder girl first, and then, based on that, decide how I would end my night.
Since I knew where my girl would be, I took this girl to that Barstool spot I mentioned above. When I told the other girl and her friends that I started out there before moving to Wicked Wolf, they were surprised and told me they don't like Barstool. So I figured it would be a "safe" spot to go where I wouldn't run into her. Well...the date was going fine, but the logistics weren't going to work; she's an au pair and lives with a host family, so I can't go to her place, and since I live with my parents an hour away, she can't come to mine. I started texting the other girl, asking where she was, so I could meet her. Her response? Barstool - she and her friends were at the same bar as me and my date.
Luckily, we didn't see each other, and she told me they left to go to another spot.
I make up an excuse to cut things short with my date, since I know things can't go much further tonight. I leave with her, have a quick but surprisingly passionate makeout session with her (we kissed in the bar, but she came off as a prude to me, turns out she was just shy and doesn't like PDA). We said our goodbyes, and I met up with my girl and some of her friends at another bar shortly before it closed.
We didn't spend much time here. It was another friend's birthday, and the girl who told me to make sure her friend had a good birthday the weekend before was happy to see me. She has a boyfriend who agreed to pick us up, so I rode with them back to the same apartment as last weekend. We had a couple more drinks before going upstairs to her bedroom again. This time, there was sex.
We kept going, on and off, until I ran out of condoms, at which point we both passed out. I couldn't enjoy it too much, as I had to wake up early and rush back home to get my workout in, but it was a good time. Plus, it's kinda nice to have something of a FWB in Philly for whenever I make the trip up - I actually went back to Philly last night to check out some other spots and ran into her and her friends again, with the same end result.
I'll be on vacation next week, for a week, so I won't potentially see her until after that, but it was nice to end that dry spell before coming into beach week, where I have historically had the best luck during the summer. I rushed the second half of this post, but I wanted to keep it within the character limit to not have to post twice, and wanted to put this out so I can relax the rest of tonight. Hopefully, you guys still find it to be a good read.
Have a good night, everybody. Happy 4th.
