First 'date' exspierence 3/7/03 10:00 pm
Posted: Mar 7th 2003, 4:26 am
i hate to to do this, but...
i was at Dennys last week (realy, we dont normaly go there), and this girl walked up to are table. she proceeded to talk to me for almost 20 min, and asked for the old phone number, yaknow that whole boring routine. (allthough this has never happend to me, just assuming its boring for everyone else.) didnt give it much thought, no girl in there right mind would want to talk to me after the initial 20 min.
low and behold, 2 days later she calls. we talk, and talk, and talk, what in the world is going on here? shes smart, funny, a bit wild, somtimes dosnt make any sence, and swears...alot. so on wednesday she calls up, and being the very straight forward person she is says, 'pick me up, 20 minutes, dont be late.' i hastly scribble down the directions, make a panic phone call to the best friend asking what exactly do you do on the first "date" and hop in the car. of couse, i couldnt find the house, and by the time i do figure out what i wrote down, shes waiting in the drive way.
her, "where we going?" me, "um", her "mind if i smoke?" me, "well i dont normaly..."
anyway, we head across town to my little recording studio, just to hang out. she acts some what interested while i blab on about what certain things do, music, movies whatever. up to this point, im bit nervous, but talking freely, and constantly pacing. a bad habbit, only do it when im nervous or on the phone. she sits down on the couch, taking off her jacket and shoes. let me tell ya, for it being so cold out side, her clothes were a bit... revealing. i decide to sit, on the oposite side of course, trying to play it cool. thats when the trouble started. if anyone mentions sex, i blush and fade into the shadows, maybe i just dont understand the concept, or its all the horrible moments ive had of...yaknow...it.
she just launches into it, when, where, how many times all that crap. suddenly, im speachless, and the little devil is just sprawled out on hte couch, watching her prey squrim helplessly. what happened during the next 45 mins, cant realy be described here, but lets say the morals were put to a full test.
after she settled down, we had a genuin, sencier conversation. it was great, there was a connection, i actually made eye contact. we made plans to see eachother again, hoped in the car, drove back to her place.
this afternoon, i arrived at the studio, did the normal bs, witch includes checking the messages on the machine. 2nd one is the her. in a low voice she utters "hey, i guess you dont ever have to call me again, later." WTF!!!!!! i mean, i didnt put much faith in this thing at all, im not all that pissed off, but it seems now that im the bad guy. the even strainger thing is, she calls here, askes for me, and when i pick up the phone, she hangs up before i even say hello. if any one has any advice, please pass it my way.
p.s. sorry about all the spelling, obviously, i cant spell.
i was at Dennys last week (realy, we dont normaly go there), and this girl walked up to are table. she proceeded to talk to me for almost 20 min, and asked for the old phone number, yaknow that whole boring routine. (allthough this has never happend to me, just assuming its boring for everyone else.) didnt give it much thought, no girl in there right mind would want to talk to me after the initial 20 min.
low and behold, 2 days later she calls. we talk, and talk, and talk, what in the world is going on here? shes smart, funny, a bit wild, somtimes dosnt make any sence, and swears...alot. so on wednesday she calls up, and being the very straight forward person she is says, 'pick me up, 20 minutes, dont be late.' i hastly scribble down the directions, make a panic phone call to the best friend asking what exactly do you do on the first "date" and hop in the car. of couse, i couldnt find the house, and by the time i do figure out what i wrote down, shes waiting in the drive way.
her, "where we going?" me, "um", her "mind if i smoke?" me, "well i dont normaly..."
anyway, we head across town to my little recording studio, just to hang out. she acts some what interested while i blab on about what certain things do, music, movies whatever. up to this point, im bit nervous, but talking freely, and constantly pacing. a bad habbit, only do it when im nervous or on the phone. she sits down on the couch, taking off her jacket and shoes. let me tell ya, for it being so cold out side, her clothes were a bit... revealing. i decide to sit, on the oposite side of course, trying to play it cool. thats when the trouble started. if anyone mentions sex, i blush and fade into the shadows, maybe i just dont understand the concept, or its all the horrible moments ive had of...yaknow...it.
she just launches into it, when, where, how many times all that crap. suddenly, im speachless, and the little devil is just sprawled out on hte couch, watching her prey squrim helplessly. what happened during the next 45 mins, cant realy be described here, but lets say the morals were put to a full test.
after she settled down, we had a genuin, sencier conversation. it was great, there was a connection, i actually made eye contact. we made plans to see eachother again, hoped in the car, drove back to her place.
this afternoon, i arrived at the studio, did the normal bs, witch includes checking the messages on the machine. 2nd one is the her. in a low voice she utters "hey, i guess you dont ever have to call me again, later." WTF!!!!!! i mean, i didnt put much faith in this thing at all, im not all that pissed off, but it seems now that im the bad guy. the even strainger thing is, she calls here, askes for me, and when i pick up the phone, she hangs up before i even say hello. if any one has any advice, please pass it my way.
p.s. sorry about all the spelling, obviously, i cant spell.
) So out of the blue she walks over and says "So I hear you've been asking about me." Rico "Project Manager" Swava 
kicks in "Maybe..." "Well then why don't you get your ass up here and dance with me?" 
"....ok...." 
