Okay, back from my date. Verdict: FUCKING AWESOME.
So let's start from the beginning. We started chatting the other day and it started off really slow, and she was responding like every 15 minutes or so, and didn't seem to be very engaged. But after a few hours of two word responses back and forth, we finally started having a proper conversation. She seemed kinda into me after we found out more about each other, and said she'd be willing to meet up for coffee. I was somewhat surprised since it usually takes a while for that to happen in my experience. But anyway I was up for it, and we were gonna meet for coffee.
Now it's worth pointing out that this was one of those women who only posted one picture of herself. And this chick's pic was a head shot that went no lower than the upper half of her chest, just above the point where the breasts were cut off. So her face was quite pretty, but couldn't tell what the rest of her looked like at all. I still decided to go through with it cause i thought even if she was ugly, I could probably just hang out with her and kill some time some where. Not like I had anything to do that night anyway.
So we're about to meet up at the coffee house and before she shows up, I'm reciting "please be stacked" over and over and over again in my mind. She finally shows up. How was she? JESUS MUHAMMED CHRIST. She had some of the biggest fun bags I'd ever laid my eyes on (at least up close anyway). I mean, we're talking way bigger than double D's. Easily. For the rest of the night, it took every ounce of will power to prevent the widest, and goofiest smile appearing on my face. I mean, GodDAMN, son!
So we make some small talk and I ask her if she'd be interested in checking out a movie. She agrees and we go see Warm Bodies (wasn't too happy about that, but that's for another thread). About ten minutes in, I put my arm around her and she nuzzles closer. Halfway through the movie I really stop caring about the movie, both cause I lost interest entirely and cause my eyes were completely fixated her massive mammaries. She took notice of that and playfully asked me if I was even paying attention to the movie anymore, to which I gave an honest answer and told her I found something far more appealing to focus on. She then gave a naughty, flattered appearing smile and me feeling exceptionally bold for some odd reason, went in for a kiss. Thought that may have been a bridge too far, but to my (extremely pleasant) surprise, she not only didn't slap me, but started getting into it herself. In a matter of seconds we found ourselves slobbbering over each other's faces, our tongues and lips making really loud smacking sounds (this is why you make out during action scenes). After a few minutes she playfully tells me to behave myself and finish watching the movie, and we hold hands and nuzzle for the rest of the time.
After the movie, we start acting like an actual couple at this point, holding hands, constantly kissing, etc. She offers to give me a ride home, which I try to decline cause I didn't want her to travel far. I tell her to drop me off at the bus station and she asks me how late they run. I told her they still run but they show up like once every hour at this time, after which she ignored my request and said she would take me home (she's so fricken sweet <3) .
Now here's where you may or may not think I'm the biggest fucking idiot in the world.
Throughout the entire trip (which was fairly long), I couldn't shake the notion that this date was going amazingly fucking well. This bothered me quite a bit. Here was this fairly lame, nerdy guy who couldn't stop acting nervous for most of the night, and there was this sweet, friendly, smoking hot babe, who seemed to be enjoying herself too! So I went ahead against my better judgement (and also cause she kept asking me), and told her the truth about why I was so apprehensive. I told her I'd never dated anyone as hot as she was, so something felt really wrong. I also asked her if she minded any of my flaws, to which she said she didn't find those flaws at all, and kept repeatedly claiming that she genuinely enjoyed being around me. At that point I said "fuck it, whatever" and (finally) appeared to relax.
She then dropped me off and I asked her when we would meet up next and she said we'll be play it by ear at this point. So I say "cool" and proceed to give her a good night kiss. We once again start making out like goddamn ferrets and as you could probably imagine, was a bit difficult for me to stop. So we continue this for several minutes and as far as I can tell she seems to be enjoying it as well, until I finally relent and let her go home (actually, I stole a few kisses after that, THEN I let her go home).
So....what do you guys think? Think I'm just being needlessly worriesome and stupid about this whole thing? I mean, let's go over the facts.
Me -
-really goddamn skinny
-not particularly handsome (average I'd say)
-nerdy
-generally fine around women unless they're drop dead gorgeous
-have no transportation
She -
-practically a goddess
-extremely sweet
-EXTREMELY considerate
-apparently loaded as well
-did I mention the rack?
And she claims she hasn't dated in 2 years. And she picks me? NONE OF THIS SHIT MAKES SENSE. If this whole thing was an act that she enjoyed my time then she deserves a fricken Oscar for that performance.
Of course, perhaps I have no reason to really worry, if my last date was any indication of girls hiding their true feelings. That date occurred with someone who was a 6 at best (probably closer to 5) in the looks dept., barely said a word throughout our date, and I didn't get shit from her despite spending $60 bucks for dinner a movie (I regret that so much. Not even cause I didn't get anything in return, but because I really had no reason to. I wasn't even interested in her by that point!).
To say that these two dates are night and day is an understatement.
Okay, finally done. So tell me, GAF. What doth thou think?
edit: Wow, had no idea I wrote so much. D:
So let's start from the beginning. We started chatting the other day and it started off really slow, and she was responding like every 15 minutes or so, and didn't seem to be very engaged. But after a few hours of two word responses back and forth, we finally started having a proper conversation. She seemed kinda into me after we found out more about each other, and said she'd be willing to meet up for coffee. I was somewhat surprised since it usually takes a while for that to happen in my experience. But anyway I was up for it, and we were gonna meet for coffee.
Now it's worth pointing out that this was one of those women who only posted one picture of herself. And this chick's pic was a head shot that went no lower than the upper half of her chest, just above the point where the breasts were cut off. So her face was quite pretty, but couldn't tell what the rest of her looked like at all. I still decided to go through with it cause i thought even if she was ugly, I could probably just hang out with her and kill some time some where. Not like I had anything to do that night anyway.
So we're about to meet up at the coffee house and before she shows up, I'm reciting "please be stacked" over and over and over again in my mind. She finally shows up. How was she? JESUS MUHAMMED CHRIST. She had some of the biggest fun bags I'd ever laid my eyes on (at least up close anyway). I mean, we're talking way bigger than double D's. Easily. For the rest of the night, it took every ounce of will power to prevent the widest, and goofiest smile appearing on my face. I mean, GodDAMN, son!
So we make some small talk and I ask her if she'd be interested in checking out a movie. She agrees and we go see Warm Bodies (wasn't too happy about that, but that's for another thread). About ten minutes in, I put my arm around her and she nuzzles closer. Halfway through the movie I really stop caring about the movie, both cause I lost interest entirely and cause my eyes were completely fixated her massive mammaries. She took notice of that and playfully asked me if I was even paying attention to the movie anymore, to which I gave an honest answer and told her I found something far more appealing to focus on. She then gave a naughty, flattered appearing smile and me feeling exceptionally bold for some odd reason, went in for a kiss. Thought that may have been a bridge too far, but to my (extremely pleasant) surprise, she not only didn't slap me, but started getting into it herself. In a matter of seconds we found ourselves slobbbering over each other's faces, our tongues and lips making really loud smacking sounds (this is why you make out during action scenes). After a few minutes she playfully tells me to behave myself and finish watching the movie, and we hold hands and nuzzle for the rest of the time.
After the movie, we start acting like an actual couple at this point, holding hands, constantly kissing, etc. She offers to give me a ride home, which I try to decline cause I didn't want her to travel far. I tell her to drop me off at the bus station and she asks me how late they run. I told her they still run but they show up like once every hour at this time, after which she ignored my request and said she would take me home (she's so fricken sweet <3) .
Now here's where you may or may not think I'm the biggest fucking idiot in the world.
Throughout the entire trip (which was fairly long), I couldn't shake the notion that this date was going amazingly fucking well. This bothered me quite a bit. Here was this fairly lame, nerdy guy who couldn't stop acting nervous for most of the night, and there was this sweet, friendly, smoking hot babe, who seemed to be enjoying herself too! So I went ahead against my better judgement (and also cause she kept asking me), and told her the truth about why I was so apprehensive. I told her I'd never dated anyone as hot as she was, so something felt really wrong. I also asked her if she minded any of my flaws, to which she said she didn't find those flaws at all, and kept repeatedly claiming that she genuinely enjoyed being around me. At that point I said "fuck it, whatever" and (finally) appeared to relax.
She then dropped me off and I asked her when we would meet up next and she said we'll be play it by ear at this point. So I say "cool" and proceed to give her a good night kiss. We once again start making out like goddamn ferrets and as you could probably imagine, was a bit difficult for me to stop. So we continue this for several minutes and as far as I can tell she seems to be enjoying it as well, until I finally relent and let her go home (actually, I stole a few kisses after that, THEN I let her go home).
So....what do you guys think? Think I'm just being needlessly worriesome and stupid about this whole thing? I mean, let's go over the facts.
Me -
-really goddamn skinny
-not particularly handsome (average I'd say)
-nerdy
-generally fine around women unless they're drop dead gorgeous
-have no transportation
She -
-practically a goddess
-extremely sweet
-EXTREMELY considerate
-apparently loaded as well
-did I mention the rack?
And she claims she hasn't dated in 2 years. And she picks me? NONE OF THIS SHIT MAKES SENSE. If this whole thing was an act that she enjoyed my time then she deserves a fricken Oscar for that performance.
Of course, perhaps I have no reason to really worry, if my last date was any indication of girls hiding their true feelings. That date occurred with someone who was a 6 at best (probably closer to 5) in the looks dept., barely said a word throughout our date, and I didn't get shit from her despite spending $60 bucks for dinner a movie (I regret that so much. Not even cause I didn't get anything in return, but because I really had no reason to. I wasn't even interested in her by that point!).
To say that these two dates are night and day is an understatement.
Okay, finally done. So tell me, GAF. What doth thou think?
edit: Wow, had no idea I wrote so much. D:
