ok I just texted a girl whose number i got last night.
The following 2 paragraphs are from my journal. For the text part skip them.
I ran into an HB8. She always used to play hard-ball and ***** at me when I was working. Anyway I told her to stfu and I think she was impressed. That was months ago. So last night I ran into her and I got a conversation rolling. The attraction was mutual. She started saying how she was wasted, so I thought to myself: 'green light! green light!', and escalated as much as I could. She said her pants were wet and showed me her ass, so I felt it up pretty good, twice. Then her friends took her to the dancefloor.
Ran into her lateron and this time SHE was in the 'locked in' position, leaning against the wall, with me gaming her. I knew I had to reverse it, but there wasn't enough space. So I just grabbed her and pressed her against me as well as I could. She didn't seem to mind. Then I adjusted her shirt, lol, and gave her breast a little squeeze. I actually pulled on her bra to take a look at her breasts, and I saw a nipple. Tried to make out with her aswell, but she didn't want to. So she said she was leaving the venue, and I decided: '**** this, I ain't letting her get away', so I ran behind her and TOLD her to give me her number, which she happily and rapidly typed into my phone.
So this is how the texting went:
ME: Did you win? (because she had to play a game today)
her: haha yea
her: Is this the jacket boy?
Me: Chamber36 is my name
her: so jacket boy?
ME: ...
Her: what's your last name?
Me: blablabla. why? (complied too easily)
her: ok
me: so you don't care about my first name but you do about my last?
her: haha something like that
I didn't want to tell her my last name, and I know I shouldn't have. But dammit what do I do now?
The following 2 paragraphs are from my journal. For the text part skip them.
I ran into an HB8. She always used to play hard-ball and ***** at me when I was working. Anyway I told her to stfu and I think she was impressed. That was months ago. So last night I ran into her and I got a conversation rolling. The attraction was mutual. She started saying how she was wasted, so I thought to myself: 'green light! green light!', and escalated as much as I could. She said her pants were wet and showed me her ass, so I felt it up pretty good, twice. Then her friends took her to the dancefloor.
Ran into her lateron and this time SHE was in the 'locked in' position, leaning against the wall, with me gaming her. I knew I had to reverse it, but there wasn't enough space. So I just grabbed her and pressed her against me as well as I could. She didn't seem to mind. Then I adjusted her shirt, lol, and gave her breast a little squeeze. I actually pulled on her bra to take a look at her breasts, and I saw a nipple. Tried to make out with her aswell, but she didn't want to. So she said she was leaving the venue, and I decided: '**** this, I ain't letting her get away', so I ran behind her and TOLD her to give me her number, which she happily and rapidly typed into my phone.
So this is how the texting went:
ME: Did you win? (because she had to play a game today)
her: haha yea
her: Is this the jacket boy?
Me: Chamber36 is my name
her: so jacket boy?
ME: ...
Her: what's your last name?
Me: blablabla. why? (complied too easily)
her: ok
me: so you don't care about my first name but you do about my last?
her: haha something like that
I didn't want to tell her my last name, and I know I shouldn't have. But dammit what do I do now?
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