Last Friday a dude from my dating site emailed me and then invited me to im-chat. This guy either has natural game or has learned from the masters. He negged me hard and fast. I was putty in his hands. At one point he called me a moron. Nothing makes me hotter than a guy willing to talk to me like that. Stanford MBA, Wall Street Financier, the brains was what he told me. The talk turned sexual. Now ordinarily (true story) I don't engage in this conversation right off the bat. He went there. Fast. And just the way I like it. At one point I confessed I felt a bit like Sluttela Deville which elicited a laugh. He said he found it refreshing. I chided him into giving me a call. He did but blocked his number. My phone schtick was I was a stalker and he had better be careful what he revealed to me cuz I'd use it against him. He was irreverent on the phone and I loved it. I laughed and giggled whilst charming him with my wit and I could tell I was making him smile and sometimes down right laugh.
During our conversation he told me he liked Betty Boop and I told him I had a Betty Boob dress (love that store). He asked me to lunch for Monday and I said I'd go and would wear said dress. I put it on, curled my hair as tight as I could get it and donned four inch spike heels. And...he couldn't make lunch. But...he could meet me at 4:15 pm. Weird. But hey he really had my curiosity. He told me he drives a black BMW and we'd meet in a parking lot at a local watering hole.
Unfortunately I'd lost most of my curls ealier in the day whilst standing in a farmers field which happened to be full of thistles, but hey I was able to aerate sections of dirt with my four inch spikes. A crisis had occurred and with no rubbers in tow I had to do what any high class executive does - enter the mud. So with my curls droopy and no chance to freshen up beyond some toothpaste I headed to meet this dude.
I honestly believed it might be a fake profile and a guy who never really planned to meet me. I went to meet him because of the adventure of it. I got a message from him saying he was going to be late and I thought aha I knw it! I would sit alone in a parking lot and then laugh at my foolishness.
No he showed. Black BMW too. Except. When I got out of my car which he'd just pulled up beside he says, "I only have five minutes." I'm thunderstruck. Five minutes! I'd left work early and okay I thought he was fictitious but he turned out to be real. So I say the first thing that comes to mind, "are you disappointed?". I ask this in a funny, jokey way because no way on earth am I going to give him the satisfaction of thinking I'm hurt. He asks me to join him in his car. I don't hesitate to get in. One way or the other I'm going to have a story. I pick up on an earlier theme and I told him it was a mistake to let me in the car because I was memorizing every detail. I saw a key chain which had a cute little girl on it. I asked if it was his daughter and he said it was his niece. It had her name on it and I asked if it was the real name or decoy designed to throw me off his trail. It was kind of fun and he went with it.
After about 10 minutes of conversation I told him I was conscious of his time and would let him get on with his day. I told him I'd only give him a minute more, but if he wanted me to leave earlier he'd have to be dominate and make me. He said, "get the fuck out of my car". I laughed and said if he was really tough he would have asked me to go through the glass ceiling. Why I couldn't remember its called a sunroof is beyond me. He laughed.
I got out of the car in my four inch spikes and moved to my car. He got out of his car. I pouted and said he hadn't even got to see the Betty Boop dress. He said I could show it to him there. In my best open my coat button moves I have I did and spread it wide so he could get a good look. Sometimes I have to remember there are more people than just me in the world...sigh. Anywhoo I don't think there were gawking passers by or not that I remember. He took a piece of hair off my dress and said he could do this for me, just follow me around and take off hair. I asked if he curled hair too and when he said he didn't I pouted again. He kissed me. It was a nice kiss.
I got in my car and left.
I haven't heard from him. I'm not sure I will. If he contacted me I'd see him again. Regardless it's another story for my book.
