As the text conversation continued, a myriad of thoughts popped into my mind. First, I thought I was being pretty stupid and potentially a little gay. An attractive woman is essentially begging for my penis and I am telling her no. Most guys would jump at the chance to get laid, but I was looking at the bigger picture. This girl had relationship potential; not saying she was the one or anything dumb like that, but I really wanted to get to know her more. Having sex too early would ruin that.
Second, I should just drill her. My penis took over the thinking and Horace(what I call my dick) gave his two cents: "Dude, you haven't smashed a girl in months. Who the fuck do you think you are? You think vagina grows on trees? Trust me, it doesn't. Go over, lets smash her and we can still catch the second episode of 'Seinfeld.' Oh, and we can get donuts on the way home. I wanna go swimming, Kevin.
This girl was making sense. I was walking that fine line between sweet, chivalrous gentleman and homosexual queer. I had to bang her for awkward men like me everywhere. Go over, have some sex and embrace life a bit.
When you haven't been laid in months, naturally, you don't have any condoms. This broad didn't either. I had to make a stop. My buddy works at a grocery store and I popped in for a new party outfit for Horace. I grabbed the first pack of magnum-size they had(just kidding) and ran to the checkstand. My buddy saw me and I immediately went in for a high-five. He laughed and gave me a celebratory fist-bump. The night was mine.
I cruised over, blasting Bleeding Through to get me pumped. I got to her door and the party was ready to get started. She was pretty hammered, as evidenced by several empty beer bottles scattered on the tables. There were toys everywhere too -- she was a divorced, single mom(the kid was obviously not around).
My first inclination at this point was to back off; she was drunk and I didn't want to take advantage of her. After asking her three times if she still wanted to, she grabbed me and took her into the bedroom. Things went down and it was a good night.
I drove home feeling damn good about myself. I got some ass and felt pretty good about meeting a cool girl. It was the first time since getting out of a three-year relationship that I felt good about a girl. I had gone on a few dates over the last 10 months, but not of the girls did anything for me. Were the other girls cool? Sure, but there just wasn't that romantic spark. I felt it here.
The next night we had plans to go on a date. Go out to dinner, typical date shit. The girl also begged me for the dick, so of course she was gonna get it. Date went well and she pulled all of the shit girls do when they like you. She grabbed me and held my hand. Touched my thigh as I drove. It was pretty nice and we definitely had some chemistry.
We went back to her place and she wanted me to spend the night. It seemed too quick, but after all the sexing, I passed out. I woke up the next morning and went to town on her again. Score one for morning sex. I left shortly after that. I never saw her again
Right now, you are probably thinking, "what the fuck?" Yo Kevin, this chick seemed into you, then you just bailed, never to talk to her again? Nah, let me break it down.
Like I mentioned earlier, I really, genuinely liked this girl. She also had a kid and stupid ass kids can ruin things. Later on that day, I texted her to set up plans for another date. Her response was that she really wanted to chill and that Wednesday would be great. Cool, I will make some plans and we will have a blast.
On Wednesday, she told me that her child-care situation fell through and our plans would have to be rearranged. I was pretty cool with it, since it seemed beyond her control. We could just do it another time. We rescheduled things for next week, when she had suitable child-care.
Later in the week, I texted her to set up another date. The response I got was priceless: heartbreaking, strange and actually a bit funny. Here is the text, verbatim: "Hey, :) So...ummm...youre gonna hate me but I think I have a boyfriend. Sudden, weird, someone from the past, I've got to see where it goes. I have no regrets tho, you're awesome. Seriously. If this shit doesn't work out...I have your number. Peace.
What the fuck? Let me say that once more: what the fuck? One day the chick is all over me, the next she is completely out of my life. Poof. All of this in a two-week span. So quick my head spun.
The text is just a passive-aggressive, mushroom-stamp to the face. It starts of nice with a "hey." I even get a smiley face. Smiley faces are meant to evoke happy things. Getting the shaft is not a happy emotion. Then, comes the barrage of cliches. "Someone from the past," "I gotta see where this goes." They are all there. The back-handed compliment of "you're awesome." Obviously not that cool, bitch.
The most fucked part was the last sentence. Essentially she tells me that if all else fails, she will drop me a line. Gee, thanks. I mean does she really think I am pathetic enough to allow her to be her backup? Her silver medal? Nah, I am better than that.
Honestly, if she approached the situation a little more tactfully, I would have wished her well. We went out a few times, had some fun and it got me fully established in the dating world. If she found someone who she felt was a better fit, then by all means, she should pursue it. I know I would. However, I would not slap her in the face like she did to me. Who does that?
So ends the shortest romantic misadventure of my life. All-in-all, the whole thing lasted about two weeks. I was basically used. Not a bad thing, I suppose. It is good to know the actual character of a person, before entering a serious relationship. I know that the girl is not for me and she is just another notch on my bedpost. Too bad, because she fucked up. Maybe she will realize that one day. I win.