*update in replys, page 3*
S0Oooo...
Tuesday, I met this girl at the bar through a common friend. She has a decent body, but kindof a wiered face (if she were on a sinefeld episode, it would surely center arround her chin, or lack-there-of). I later learned from our common friend, that she is an ex-stripper from Dallas. She seemed nice, but kinda crazy (kinky crazy or prozac crazy I'm not sure of, probably a little of both...). During conversation I learned that she is 29, and has 2 kids, 8 and 9 years old or something. I'm 21 and a virgin, so this probably isn't a match made in heavan, and truthfully, I just wanted a little ass. We talked for a little while, and I got the digits.
She handed me her card (she cleans houses), and wrote on it "If you call me after 3 or 4 days I won't want to talk to you." Upon clarification, I realized that she wanted me to call within a couple days... no problem... a little wiered, but I can do that. She seemed to feel the need to clarify that she was, indeed, "not desperate" I'm not sure what I said/did to imply that I thought that about her (I did not). But here unsolicited decleration came across as a sure sign of desperation...
So I call her on thursday, after two days, at about 11 or so. A little late, but I had just got home from work. We talked about how our days went, among other things. Somehow the topic of discussion went to salsa dancing, which I've tried before, quite unsuccesfully. I decided that salsa dancing would not be my best choice for a first date. In hindsight I can see that salsa dancing would have been the prefferable choice for the first date... but I kept talking...
One way or another we started talking about the zoo, and how she has never been to the local zoo, in Detroit. At this point I'm thinking, "Dancing or Animals...... Animals!" And I decide to ask her to the zoo. here's how this all goes down...
"So how about we go to the Zoo on Saturday?"
(her excited) "You want to take me to the Zoo!?!?"
"Shure why not"
"Great! Can I bring my Kids???"
(me, caught way off gaurd and thinking no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!)
"Um.......Ah.......Shure......Yeah.......Why not......If you want to...."
(her even more excited)
"GREAT! they love the zoo, and they haven't been in forever!"
(me, groans inaudibly)
Commentary/summary:
All I wanted was a little poon, but somehow I've managed to get myself wrapped up in taking a 29 year old ex-stripper from Dallas with 2 kid's close to half my age to the friggin' Zoo on a first date! Sheesh!
I'll post an update tonight, when/if I get home. Right now I've got to get ready to go...
wish me "luck" I guess...
I hope a polar bear eats me....
S0Oooo...
Tuesday, I met this girl at the bar through a common friend. She has a decent body, but kindof a wiered face (if she were on a sinefeld episode, it would surely center arround her chin, or lack-there-of). I later learned from our common friend, that she is an ex-stripper from Dallas. She seemed nice, but kinda crazy (kinky crazy or prozac crazy I'm not sure of, probably a little of both...). During conversation I learned that she is 29, and has 2 kids, 8 and 9 years old or something. I'm 21 and a virgin, so this probably isn't a match made in heavan, and truthfully, I just wanted a little ass. We talked for a little while, and I got the digits.
She handed me her card (she cleans houses), and wrote on it "If you call me after 3 or 4 days I won't want to talk to you." Upon clarification, I realized that she wanted me to call within a couple days... no problem... a little wiered, but I can do that. She seemed to feel the need to clarify that she was, indeed, "not desperate" I'm not sure what I said/did to imply that I thought that about her (I did not). But here unsolicited decleration came across as a sure sign of desperation...
So I call her on thursday, after two days, at about 11 or so. A little late, but I had just got home from work. We talked about how our days went, among other things. Somehow the topic of discussion went to salsa dancing, which I've tried before, quite unsuccesfully. I decided that salsa dancing would not be my best choice for a first date. In hindsight I can see that salsa dancing would have been the prefferable choice for the first date... but I kept talking...
One way or another we started talking about the zoo, and how she has never been to the local zoo, in Detroit. At this point I'm thinking, "Dancing or Animals...... Animals!" And I decide to ask her to the zoo. here's how this all goes down...
"So how about we go to the Zoo on Saturday?"
(her excited) "You want to take me to the Zoo!?!?"
"Shure why not"
"Great! Can I bring my Kids???"
(me, caught way off gaurd and thinking no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!)
"Um.......Ah.......Shure......Yeah.......Why not......If you want to...."
(her even more excited)
"GREAT! they love the zoo, and they haven't been in forever!"
(me, groans inaudibly)
Commentary/summary:
All I wanted was a little poon, but somehow I've managed to get myself wrapped up in taking a 29 year old ex-stripper from Dallas with 2 kid's close to half my age to the friggin' Zoo on a first date! Sheesh!
I'll post an update tonight, when/if I get home. Right now I've got to get ready to go...
wish me "luck" I guess...
I hope a polar bear eats me....
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