I did this once and screwed it up. It around 1 a.m. I was driving towards the city and a girl driving in the lane next to mine stopped beside me. She smiled. I smiled back. At the next light the same thing happened -- so I motioned for her to pull into a parking lot.
Turned out it was a nice-looking very tall blonde who was either slightly stoned (or drunk?) or just thought I was cute. On her way into the city, probably to get drugs. I got into her car and somehow we ended up making out (I wish I could remember what my old line was for this -- it doesn't work anymore whatever it was).
Anyway, she mentioned she had pieced nipples so I lied and said I'd never seen that, so she showed me. We made out a little more and she said "I'm not going to sit here and make out with you all night."
I had NO RESPONSE to that, so just let her drive off into the city. I was never really part of drug culture, so I don't know what to say to stoner chicks. Maybe now I'd come up with something like "My dad is dying, can you just chill with me for a while?" after which push from make-out to screwing in the backseat.
Yeah, that's lame -- feel free school me on this. For whatever reason, my natural game dissipated as I got older.
(Funny enough, I still have her email contact info and was able to find an FB account. New update: I just saw her pics and she's not all that anymore at 30. Wonder if she was ever that hot or if it was just the darkness and element of surprise that made me think so.)
Turned out it was a nice-looking very tall blonde who was either slightly stoned (or drunk?) or just thought I was cute. On her way into the city, probably to get drugs. I got into her car and somehow we ended up making out (I wish I could remember what my old line was for this -- it doesn't work anymore whatever it was).
Anyway, she mentioned she had pieced nipples so I lied and said I'd never seen that, so she showed me. We made out a little more and she said "I'm not going to sit here and make out with you all night."
I had NO RESPONSE to that, so just let her drive off into the city. I was never really part of drug culture, so I don't know what to say to stoner chicks. Maybe now I'd come up with something like "My dad is dying, can you just chill with me for a while?" after which push from make-out to screwing in the backseat.
Yeah, that's lame -- feel free school me on this. For whatever reason, my natural game dissipated as I got older.
(Funny enough, I still have her email contact info and was able to find an FB account. New update: I just saw her pics and she's not all that anymore at 30. Wonder if she was ever that hot or if it was just the darkness and element of surprise that made me think so.)