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So, it's Saturday night in Houston and I'm now at home with a YAGT to write.
Preface: I wrote one a long time ago that was very wordy, and seemed to generate very positive responses. So I will endeavor to create the same accomplishment.
I recently just moved to Houston from San Antonio to start a new job. San Antonio's job market sucks for a computer software writer. I moved out finally for greener pastures. The problem is I don't know a single living soul in Houston.
I figured no problem, I'd give it time and meet some people at work and eventually make my way back out into the dating scene with "wingmen" to help me out. Of course I intended to recepricate any such gestures made by co-workers to help me in my plight of bachelorism. Or one could always wish for a single, good looking, and intelligent female as a co-worker. Alas, I known in my heart as a computer dork, the last is a feverish dream brought on by too many drinks. Such is the saying that if wishes could be dollars.....You get the picture.
So, I'm in Houston by myself. It's almost indescribable how utterly bored and lonely I get sometimes. Good thing I'm not a poet or singer because I might actually have since been made famous for my maudling tales of Houston. Never to let little things drag me down, I decided to hit some places up...
Bare in mind, I'm a prim and proper "white boy" aka goodie tooshoes. An all around nice guy. I'm not completely nerdy looking but I'm not a GQ model either. So, it's has been interesting the past few weeks of going out and trying to find local places to hang out, drink, meet girls, and have fun. In fact, LAST night, I was in a decent little bar I've come to like near my place called Coaches. I was getting a few beers and got hungry and ordered some nachoes. It was a HUGE amount and I couldn't even finish half of them. I decided to see if anyone sitting nearby would want some of the nachoes because I can't stand seeing good food go to waste. Plus, I figure it might give me an ice breaker to start talking to someone. ANYONE.
However, I seemed to have asked the wrong person as this gangster mofo thought my offering food was a "handout" from a rich white person to someone of lesser stature. He decided to try to fight me, and only ended up being dragged out by the cops stationed by the door of the place. Such has been my welcoming party to "H" town.
So, thinking to try something different, I hit up a bar a bit farther away from my place. I walk in, and I'm liking the place too. Good music, good atmosphere, tons of great looking ladies, and best of all is that there are no ghetto mofos.
I was there for a few hours tonight and while I was seeing tons of good looking women, I couldn't seem to catch the eye of anything. Of course, I AM a computer dork, and I do tend to be oblivious to the forthcomings of aggressive women towards me sometimes. Not nearly as bad as some co-workers of mine that are downright frightened by anyone that isn't comprised of pixels in front of them.However, as I was getting a drink at one point, this spectacular looking woman sitting in the chair next to where I was grabbing a drink certainly let me know her feelings towards me.
Both her AND her friend. Turns out they are both heart scientist researchers. Both were very well endowed and just spectacular women. Neither was shy AT ALL about expressing their opinions. I bought them a drink and that seemed to only make them smile more pretentously then before.
Real quick info scoop for the guys reading this. One is a roughly a 5'10" chick with blonde hair, blue eye, and a body that wouldn't quit. She's about 28 years old which is my age, has been married then divorced and has no kids. The other girl was about 5'4" with a reddish brown hair, green eyes, and also has a body built like a brickhouse. She was much younger at around 23ish. Both were wearing outfits that made me want to stand up and salute.
The conversasion at first was very limited as we made introductions, but the moment we got into "dorky" commentary, the twinkle in their eyes started to shine. The fact I knew what an aeorta and various other medical terms they would use in their job seemed to stimulate them both girls. I basically had one girl place her hand on my posterior and the other girl grabbing my inner thigh. I had no idea what to do as this was and still is completely new territory for me. I am used to dealing with one girl to try to garner attention from. Trying to play two is beyond my capabilities. I was afraid I'd start another fight yet again this night. Much to my delight, neither girl seemed to be offended that the other was literally "groping" for my affenction in plain sight of the other.
The conversasions progressed as the night did. One would slip off to use the restroom while the other started man-handling and kissing me. Yes, the kissing went on while the other made their way to the restroom. These girls were definately daring! They seemed to hastily stop before the other got back. Yes they were BOTH doing that. Blame the maleness of my birth but I couldn't stop either one nor did I want to. Perhaps they were playing with me, and perhaps not. Either way, I could care less. I was having the best time in Houston I've had.
Unfortunately, nothing lasts forever no matter what my wishes were. Read above for the comment on wishes. Well, the bar started to kick people out and I asked if they wanted to do this again.
"Who do you want to do this again with?"
Oh crap......
"Oh, I'm seriously just looking for fun people like yourselves to hang out with since I just moved here."
To wish the tall blonde replies..."Well which of us do you want to have fun and hang out with?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye and a smirk on her face.
I am close to stammering at this point my next comment...
"Are you forcing me to choose between you two lovely ladies?"
"Yes" both replied unanimously.
Oh god....
How the hell does any single guy respond to this situation? They are both BEAUTIFUL!!! I just barely met both of them. Either are as interested in me as the other is....
Ugh.. I couldn't make up my mind persay but I said to the tall blonde... "Let me go ahead and grab your number for when you guys want some male companionship if you go out again later."
"Who said anything about wanting to go out with you later?" Replied the tall blonde.
At this point I felt a knot in my stomach produce from nowhere, and I almost doubled up in pain. I just had the wind knocked out of me from an apparent revelation. I felt that since I couldn't chose right then and there I was going to lose both. Or the whole night was one big joke between those two girls.
Evidently, the effects of my thought process were on my face as both girls started to bust out laughing. I then get a look of consternation of not being able to choose either girl and thus losing both....
CRAP!! and other vulgarities I wanted to scream out.
Both girls seem to relish my dismay, even as drunk as they were. Finally the tall blonde decides to throw me a lifeline.
"Well we could always do things as a group of friends."
I was a bit dumbfounded again... as a group???
"It's called a menage'..... here's my number..."
I still don't have a thing to say about the proposal and fished out my phone clumsily to get her number.
So here I am, with the numbers to 2 very hot, drunken, and nerdy chicks wanting to share me with each other. Still a supposition. While, this may actually seem to be every guys fantasy.. and I can't deny I haven't pictured it for myself before.... I will say I'm getting too old for this crap. Personally I would rather be a one woman guy. Do you guys think I'm crazy or what?
EDIT.. cleaned it up a bit now that I'm awake. As for an update. Not much of one to give. I wrote what happened actually after I had sent a "text message" to them asking for a call back and directions where they would like to meet. Unfortunately, they never called back. Perhaps it was all just a game played by those two women... but damn!
As for the actual messing with two girls....yah, I'm not quite comfortable with that. Was always told a man that tries to handle more then one woman at a time is either rich, clever, or a fool. Since I'm neither rich nor clever, I shouldn't allow myself to fall into the last category.
Preface: I wrote one a long time ago that was very wordy, and seemed to generate very positive responses. So I will endeavor to create the same accomplishment.
I recently just moved to Houston from San Antonio to start a new job. San Antonio's job market sucks for a computer software writer. I moved out finally for greener pastures. The problem is I don't know a single living soul in Houston.
I figured no problem, I'd give it time and meet some people at work and eventually make my way back out into the dating scene with "wingmen" to help me out. Of course I intended to recepricate any such gestures made by co-workers to help me in my plight of bachelorism. Or one could always wish for a single, good looking, and intelligent female as a co-worker. Alas, I known in my heart as a computer dork, the last is a feverish dream brought on by too many drinks. Such is the saying that if wishes could be dollars.....You get the picture.
So, I'm in Houston by myself. It's almost indescribable how utterly bored and lonely I get sometimes. Good thing I'm not a poet or singer because I might actually have since been made famous for my maudling tales of Houston. Never to let little things drag me down, I decided to hit some places up...
Bare in mind, I'm a prim and proper "white boy" aka goodie tooshoes. An all around nice guy. I'm not completely nerdy looking but I'm not a GQ model either. So, it's has been interesting the past few weeks of going out and trying to find local places to hang out, drink, meet girls, and have fun. In fact, LAST night, I was in a decent little bar I've come to like near my place called Coaches. I was getting a few beers and got hungry and ordered some nachoes. It was a HUGE amount and I couldn't even finish half of them. I decided to see if anyone sitting nearby would want some of the nachoes because I can't stand seeing good food go to waste. Plus, I figure it might give me an ice breaker to start talking to someone. ANYONE.
However, I seemed to have asked the wrong person as this gangster mofo thought my offering food was a "handout" from a rich white person to someone of lesser stature. He decided to try to fight me, and only ended up being dragged out by the cops stationed by the door of the place. Such has been my welcoming party to "H" town.
So, thinking to try something different, I hit up a bar a bit farther away from my place. I walk in, and I'm liking the place too. Good music, good atmosphere, tons of great looking ladies, and best of all is that there are no ghetto mofos.
I was there for a few hours tonight and while I was seeing tons of good looking women, I couldn't seem to catch the eye of anything. Of course, I AM a computer dork, and I do tend to be oblivious to the forthcomings of aggressive women towards me sometimes. Not nearly as bad as some co-workers of mine that are downright frightened by anyone that isn't comprised of pixels in front of them.However, as I was getting a drink at one point, this spectacular looking woman sitting in the chair next to where I was grabbing a drink certainly let me know her feelings towards me.
Both her AND her friend. Turns out they are both heart scientist researchers. Both were very well endowed and just spectacular women. Neither was shy AT ALL about expressing their opinions. I bought them a drink and that seemed to only make them smile more pretentously then before.
Real quick info scoop for the guys reading this. One is a roughly a 5'10" chick with blonde hair, blue eye, and a body that wouldn't quit. She's about 28 years old which is my age, has been married then divorced and has no kids. The other girl was about 5'4" with a reddish brown hair, green eyes, and also has a body built like a brickhouse. She was much younger at around 23ish. Both were wearing outfits that made me want to stand up and salute.
The conversasion at first was very limited as we made introductions, but the moment we got into "dorky" commentary, the twinkle in their eyes started to shine. The fact I knew what an aeorta and various other medical terms they would use in their job seemed to stimulate them both girls. I basically had one girl place her hand on my posterior and the other girl grabbing my inner thigh. I had no idea what to do as this was and still is completely new territory for me. I am used to dealing with one girl to try to garner attention from. Trying to play two is beyond my capabilities. I was afraid I'd start another fight yet again this night. Much to my delight, neither girl seemed to be offended that the other was literally "groping" for my affenction in plain sight of the other.
The conversasions progressed as the night did. One would slip off to use the restroom while the other started man-handling and kissing me. Yes, the kissing went on while the other made their way to the restroom. These girls were definately daring! They seemed to hastily stop before the other got back. Yes they were BOTH doing that. Blame the maleness of my birth but I couldn't stop either one nor did I want to. Perhaps they were playing with me, and perhaps not. Either way, I could care less. I was having the best time in Houston I've had.
Unfortunately, nothing lasts forever no matter what my wishes were. Read above for the comment on wishes. Well, the bar started to kick people out and I asked if they wanted to do this again.
"Who do you want to do this again with?"
Oh crap......
"Oh, I'm seriously just looking for fun people like yourselves to hang out with since I just moved here."
To wish the tall blonde replies..."Well which of us do you want to have fun and hang out with?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye and a smirk on her face.
I am close to stammering at this point my next comment...
"Are you forcing me to choose between you two lovely ladies?"
"Yes" both replied unanimously.
Oh god....
How the hell does any single guy respond to this situation? They are both BEAUTIFUL!!! I just barely met both of them. Either are as interested in me as the other is....
Ugh.. I couldn't make up my mind persay but I said to the tall blonde... "Let me go ahead and grab your number for when you guys want some male companionship if you go out again later."
"Who said anything about wanting to go out with you later?" Replied the tall blonde.
At this point I felt a knot in my stomach produce from nowhere, and I almost doubled up in pain. I just had the wind knocked out of me from an apparent revelation. I felt that since I couldn't chose right then and there I was going to lose both. Or the whole night was one big joke between those two girls.
Evidently, the effects of my thought process were on my face as both girls started to bust out laughing. I then get a look of consternation of not being able to choose either girl and thus losing both....
CRAP!! and other vulgarities I wanted to scream out.
Both girls seem to relish my dismay, even as drunk as they were. Finally the tall blonde decides to throw me a lifeline.
"Well we could always do things as a group of friends."
I was a bit dumbfounded again... as a group???
"It's called a menage'..... here's my number..."
I still don't have a thing to say about the proposal and fished out my phone clumsily to get her number.
So here I am, with the numbers to 2 very hot, drunken, and nerdy chicks wanting to share me with each other. Still a supposition. While, this may actually seem to be every guys fantasy.. and I can't deny I haven't pictured it for myself before.... I will say I'm getting too old for this crap. Personally I would rather be a one woman guy. Do you guys think I'm crazy or what?
EDIT.. cleaned it up a bit now that I'm awake. As for an update. Not much of one to give. I wrote what happened actually after I had sent a "text message" to them asking for a call back and directions where they would like to meet. Unfortunately, they never called back. Perhaps it was all just a game played by those two women... but damn!
As for the actual messing with two girls....yah, I'm not quite comfortable with that. Was always told a man that tries to handle more then one woman at a time is either rich, clever, or a fool. Since I'm neither rich nor clever, I shouldn't allow myself to fall into the last category.
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