Anyways, onto the date, who we will call her Kelly for the sake of this post.
The Build Up:
I got Kelly's number the morning of the date, and naturally I called it. We spent the next three hours talking about everything from out looks on life to video games, and she thinks that I have her dream job. It was really nice and the conversation went really naturally, although sometimes I got a little bit more information then I really needed to, especially about exes and medical history. It really didn't bother me all that much because for the most part I had a lot of fun talking to her. So after talking for about three hours she said she had to go to a family friend's birthday, we hung up and I got a haircut and some misc. errands done. She called me up after she was finished with her friend's party and I went to pick her up, this was about 6 or so. Living in Seattle made the drive down to Tacoma feel pretty long but in all honesty it isn't that bad.
Initial Impression:
Kelly is about 5'2" and full figured. Great tits and ass and very full and kissable lips. Smiled immediatley, very warm and friendly and was for the most part what I would describe as cute. She is also a pacific islander, and 20 years old.
I got Kelly's number the morning of the date, and naturally I called it. We spent the next three hours talking about everything from out looks on life to video games, and she thinks that I have her dream job. It was really nice and the conversation went really naturally, although sometimes I got a little bit more information then I really needed to, especially about exes and medical history. It really didn't bother me all that much because for the most part I had a lot of fun talking to her. So after talking for about three hours she said she had to go to a family friend's birthday, we hung up and I got a haircut and some misc. errands done. She called me up after she was finished with her friend's party and I went to pick her up, this was about 6 or so. Living in Seattle made the drive down to Tacoma feel pretty long but in all honesty it isn't that bad.
Initial Impression:
Kelly is about 5'2" and full figured. Great tits and ass and very full and kissable lips. Smiled immediatley, very warm and friendly and was for the most part what I would describe as cute. She is also a pacific islander, and 20 years old.
The Date:
I told her about my friend's 21st birthday and she said she wanted to go, saying she had never been to one that wasn't held by hood rats, which are what her friends all are. So all my friends are super nice and love meeting new people so I saw no problem with inviting her, neither did anyone else although I know it made her nervous. The car ride from Tacoma to Redmond was nothing at all like our phone conversation. I honestly didn't really know what to say to her, and I would ask questions but none of it really led to very long conversations, and she didn't seem to want to ask me a heck of a lot. She noted my ackward quitness which really didn't make me want to speak up at all. Her phone was also going off the hook constantly, which was a little distracting at times all night.
We get to the party and I'm saying hello to all my friends and she is talking to everyone and everthing is going really great. I play beer pong with my friends through a lot of the night and she doesn't want to play. So between every game I make a note of checking up on her and making sure she is getting along with everyone. Believe it or not she thought that was weird, making a note of it in her analytical analysis of me and all my friends. Honestly, it was extremely weird and only got worse throughout the course of the night.
So the party is beginning to slow down and a lot of people are leaving. However, she is taking shots with people still and getting drunker and drunker while I am sobering up to drive us back to my place. At about 3 AM I am ready to head off but she insists I don't look sober enough to drive, so she decided to spend the next hour talking to some people there about increasingly ackward subjects. After going into one friend's lack of social skills and anothers failing marriage she decides to let everyone know about not ever wanting to get chemo thereapy again. If I wasn't sober enough before believe me this next hour sure as hell sobered me up. Learning that a person would rather die then get chemotherapy (again btw) is really not first date material, but then again I guess neither was the rest of the night. She was also being fairly flirty with a couple of my friends not realizing how seriously some of them would take it in their drunken state, and because of their social history. Honestly, I don't hold anythng that happens later against them.
Finally at about 3:45 she is ready to go, she holds onto my arm going out to the car which I thought was kind of nice; really, the full effect of how odd this night would sound when being retold hadn't hit me yet. She spends most of the car ride back giving me an analytical analysis of everyone at the party, including thinking things like a friend's closet homosexuality, and saying some fairly rude things about some of my less social friends. I just smile and nod because I don't really know how to respond to things like that, for the most part I am quiet, the oddity of the night slowly creeping into my thoughts.
We get to the party and I'm saying hello to all my friends and she is talking to everyone and everthing is going really great. I play beer pong with my friends through a lot of the night and she doesn't want to play. So between every game I make a note of checking up on her and making sure she is getting along with everyone. Believe it or not she thought that was weird, making a note of it in her analytical analysis of me and all my friends. Honestly, it was extremely weird and only got worse throughout the course of the night.
So the party is beginning to slow down and a lot of people are leaving. However, she is taking shots with people still and getting drunker and drunker while I am sobering up to drive us back to my place. At about 3 AM I am ready to head off but she insists I don't look sober enough to drive, so she decided to spend the next hour talking to some people there about increasingly ackward subjects. After going into one friend's lack of social skills and anothers failing marriage she decides to let everyone know about not ever wanting to get chemo thereapy again. If I wasn't sober enough before believe me this next hour sure as hell sobered me up. Learning that a person would rather die then get chemotherapy (again btw) is really not first date material, but then again I guess neither was the rest of the night. She was also being fairly flirty with a couple of my friends not realizing how seriously some of them would take it in their drunken state, and because of their social history. Honestly, I don't hold anythng that happens later against them.
Finally at about 3:45 she is ready to go, she holds onto my arm going out to the car which I thought was kind of nice; really, the full effect of how odd this night would sound when being retold hadn't hit me yet. She spends most of the car ride back giving me an analytical analysis of everyone at the party, including thinking things like a friend's closet homosexuality, and saying some fairly rude things about some of my less social friends. I just smile and nod because I don't really know how to respond to things like that, for the most part I am quiet, the oddity of the night slowly creeping into my thoughts.
We get back to my place and I let her use some pajama pants of mine and I strip down to just boxer briefs. We get into my bed together and to be honest I just want to fall asleep, so I put my arm around her and try to fall asleep. However, she grabs my hand and puts it under her shirt. Lets be honest, no self respecting man would not grab a handful of that rack given the chance, and naturally we start making out. I slide my hand downwards when she informs me that she is on her period... Obviously my hand stops, and any other thoughts were then forgotten as she goes down on me. However, she is very drunk and to be honest it is a little on the sloppy side, not that I mind except that her phone starts going crazy.
After it ringing 3-4 times in a row she tells me it might be something important and that she needs to go pick it up. I'm thinking, are you fucking serious? She was, and she goes to pick up her phone and it ends up being one of my friends from the party. So here we are her without a shirt on and me waiting for her to go back down on me and she is talking to my drunk friend from the party, and she refuses to just hang up the phone and come back to bed. After trying for a few minutes I give up, and she finally hangs up the phone. Obviously anything that was going to happen is completely out of the question. She gets dressed, goes out for a smoke and takes her phone with her. On her way out of my bedroom she asks if the blowjob was good. I say yeah it was alright, although how good can BJ cut short and interrupted by a phone call really be? Well she can see right through my lie and gets offended that I didn't faun all over it. Anyways, I've had enough so she goes out for her smoke and I wait for her to get back so I can fall asleep.
The next day I wake up freezing, realizing that I have pretty much no covers on me and that I'm freezing cold. So i'm trying to cuddle up with her but she keeps inching away from me and rolling over the covers a little more. It was very ackward and I eventually went ahead and put on my robe for warmth, slide back into bed and try to get some more shut eye. Not happening, she has already woken up and is slowly getting up and trying to figure out what to do about her hang over, and the fact she is still a little drunk. The conversation for the next few hours mostly consisted of me trying to get her to drink water, and her wishing I would stop trying to be so helpful.
The car ride back was actually a lot similar to the car ride up, except shes hung over and I'm chuckling at the fact that she didn't remember making out with me, but she remembers to talking to my drunk friend on the phone. I let her off and I get my ass home. We talked a few more times during the next week but really there isn't a lot of potential there.
There you have it, it was weird crazy, at times fun, and one hell of a story, I hope the rest of this blog can live up to that night.
Overall Rating: Well all my friends really liked her and I'm sure she is a little bit more interesting in bed off her period and able to remember whats going on, but a little too much information for having just met her, and clearly a little bit on the crazy side. 3 Star rating, but a 5 star story for later. We should still be friends... maybe.
After it ringing 3-4 times in a row she tells me it might be something important and that she needs to go pick it up. I'm thinking, are you fucking serious? She was, and she goes to pick up her phone and it ends up being one of my friends from the party. So here we are her without a shirt on and me waiting for her to go back down on me and she is talking to my drunk friend from the party, and she refuses to just hang up the phone and come back to bed. After trying for a few minutes I give up, and she finally hangs up the phone. Obviously anything that was going to happen is completely out of the question. She gets dressed, goes out for a smoke and takes her phone with her. On her way out of my bedroom she asks if the blowjob was good. I say yeah it was alright, although how good can BJ cut short and interrupted by a phone call really be? Well she can see right through my lie and gets offended that I didn't faun all over it. Anyways, I've had enough so she goes out for her smoke and I wait for her to get back so I can fall asleep.
The next day I wake up freezing, realizing that I have pretty much no covers on me and that I'm freezing cold. So i'm trying to cuddle up with her but she keeps inching away from me and rolling over the covers a little more. It was very ackward and I eventually went ahead and put on my robe for warmth, slide back into bed and try to get some more shut eye. Not happening, she has already woken up and is slowly getting up and trying to figure out what to do about her hang over, and the fact she is still a little drunk. The conversation for the next few hours mostly consisted of me trying to get her to drink water, and her wishing I would stop trying to be so helpful.
The car ride back was actually a lot similar to the car ride up, except shes hung over and I'm chuckling at the fact that she didn't remember making out with me, but she remembers to talking to my drunk friend on the phone. I let her off and I get my ass home. We talked a few more times during the next week but really there isn't a lot of potential there.
There you have it, it was weird crazy, at times fun, and one hell of a story, I hope the rest of this blog can live up to that night.
Overall Rating: Well all my friends really liked her and I'm sure she is a little bit more interesting in bed off her period and able to remember whats going on, but a little too much information for having just met her, and clearly a little bit on the crazy side. 3 Star rating, but a 5 star story for later. We should still be friends... maybe.
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