Day 13
Wake up hungover per usual. Meet up CR for a delicious meal at Menza, before we part our ways to meet up our respective dates in the evening. I am quite excited at this one, because it's my Disney princess from the night this past weekend. She arrives two minutes late and apologizes, with none needed given how she is dressed. She looks even better than I remembered, with every part of her done up to matching perfection. Short shorts, wedges matching her shirt, flawless face and fembot ponytail going on.
Walk around a bit, she checks a store for some shirt she needs to no avail, and I suggest we go grab a drink. To my little surprise she mentions the night we met she was actually very drunk but just told me she was sober. I thought so. We go get a bottle of Rose at a bar for $12 and drink it. Good conversation, I'm rubbing her leg, I try to makeout with her but she won't let me. I tell her I've kissed her already and she just giggles. Pay the bill and I start walking to my apartment. She asks where we are going, I tell her I want to take her up for a bit and she agrees.
Not less than 30 seconds after we walk inside I hear a loud "Oh no!" I ask her what's wrong and she has left her cell phone at the bar we were at. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She states we have to go back to get it, another 15 minute walk in each direction. I tell her to call them and tell them to hold it and we can pick it up on the way to walking her back. She calls, they have it, phew. I've bought some more time. Kissing, heavy petting, no more though. She is holding her ground. So she either really likes me and doesn't want to slut out, or really is not a slut. Who knows, could be wrong on both. I still really like this one, so I don't mind that much that I couldn't bone her.
Eventually walk her back to get her phone, she stops me a few times to make out. Drop her off at her apartment and curse myself for not having more time in this city. I meet up with CR after his sexcapades, and as he mentioned we walk around until we meet these two girls. Like a tactical strike, we executed the open and hook like perfection. We spot them sitting alone, no drinks. One goes up to get a drink, we decide on who wants who. So when tall model body goes in to get a drink leaving sexy Arabian glasses at the table, we decide that CR will open, and I will watch from the bar to confirm a hook before ordering.
He goes in. I see he is still there. Wait 30 seconds, he is still there. Wait another 30 seconds, he is still there. Perfect, I order us two drinks. Tall model body by now has gone back and CR is still there. I go to the table and state how fortunate it is to find CR at this table as I was looking for him.![[Image: biggrin.gif]](https://rooshvforum.network/images/smilies/biggrin.gif)
We start chatting them up, they close the outside area so we go inside. They close the inside area so we go to another bar. The tall model girl is somewhat into me, telling me I am a very intelligent man. CR is massaging his girl now. I get the tall model girl's number but am in a slightly somber mood knowing that I can't do anything since I'm leaving tomorrow. When leaving she asks me to meet for coffee or a drink…
We take a cab to Szimpla. Walk around there for a bit before I see two brunettes by themselves. Go talk to one who looks like Pam from the Office, a mini version. CR tries with the friend but another guy comes back, then another friend who turned out to have a boyfriend. This Pam chick is British and into me, as I dangle my hand by her vagina and she doesn't move when I stand side by side with her. I ask her if she smokes cigarettes and she goes "of course." Take her with me to another part of the bar, and give her a cigarette. What ensued was hilarious – she has obviously never smoked a cigarette in her life. She holds the cigarette at the light without putting the other end in her mouth, like a candle almost. I finally do it for her, and she has no idea how to smoke.
What this tells me is she really likes me. So I makeout with her. Terrible kisser, fucking British chicks. After about another 30 minutes she tells me she has a boyfriend and won't go home with me. I still try, bar closes. I push her against the building outside and she tells me how wet she is, but that she won't come back with me. Her friends are drunk off their asses walking around with some Aussie guys. I try for another 15-20 minutes as she is not leaving me, but eventually get tired and go home. A few years ago I would have stuck it out for the bang, as I sensed a last man standing would get it. But I'm too old for that these days.
The cold streak continues.
Wake up hungover per usual. Meet up CR for a delicious meal at Menza, before we part our ways to meet up our respective dates in the evening. I am quite excited at this one, because it's my Disney princess from the night this past weekend. She arrives two minutes late and apologizes, with none needed given how she is dressed. She looks even better than I remembered, with every part of her done up to matching perfection. Short shorts, wedges matching her shirt, flawless face and fembot ponytail going on.
Walk around a bit, she checks a store for some shirt she needs to no avail, and I suggest we go grab a drink. To my little surprise she mentions the night we met she was actually very drunk but just told me she was sober. I thought so. We go get a bottle of Rose at a bar for $12 and drink it. Good conversation, I'm rubbing her leg, I try to makeout with her but she won't let me. I tell her I've kissed her already and she just giggles. Pay the bill and I start walking to my apartment. She asks where we are going, I tell her I want to take her up for a bit and she agrees.
Not less than 30 seconds after we walk inside I hear a loud "Oh no!" I ask her what's wrong and she has left her cell phone at the bar we were at. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She states we have to go back to get it, another 15 minute walk in each direction. I tell her to call them and tell them to hold it and we can pick it up on the way to walking her back. She calls, they have it, phew. I've bought some more time. Kissing, heavy petting, no more though. She is holding her ground. So she either really likes me and doesn't want to slut out, or really is not a slut. Who knows, could be wrong on both. I still really like this one, so I don't mind that much that I couldn't bone her.
Eventually walk her back to get her phone, she stops me a few times to make out. Drop her off at her apartment and curse myself for not having more time in this city. I meet up with CR after his sexcapades, and as he mentioned we walk around until we meet these two girls. Like a tactical strike, we executed the open and hook like perfection. We spot them sitting alone, no drinks. One goes up to get a drink, we decide on who wants who. So when tall model body goes in to get a drink leaving sexy Arabian glasses at the table, we decide that CR will open, and I will watch from the bar to confirm a hook before ordering.
He goes in. I see he is still there. Wait 30 seconds, he is still there. Wait another 30 seconds, he is still there. Perfect, I order us two drinks. Tall model body by now has gone back and CR is still there. I go to the table and state how fortunate it is to find CR at this table as I was looking for him.
We start chatting them up, they close the outside area so we go inside. They close the inside area so we go to another bar. The tall model girl is somewhat into me, telling me I am a very intelligent man. CR is massaging his girl now. I get the tall model girl's number but am in a slightly somber mood knowing that I can't do anything since I'm leaving tomorrow. When leaving she asks me to meet for coffee or a drink…We take a cab to Szimpla. Walk around there for a bit before I see two brunettes by themselves. Go talk to one who looks like Pam from the Office, a mini version. CR tries with the friend but another guy comes back, then another friend who turned out to have a boyfriend. This Pam chick is British and into me, as I dangle my hand by her vagina and she doesn't move when I stand side by side with her. I ask her if she smokes cigarettes and she goes "of course." Take her with me to another part of the bar, and give her a cigarette. What ensued was hilarious – she has obviously never smoked a cigarette in her life. She holds the cigarette at the light without putting the other end in her mouth, like a candle almost. I finally do it for her, and she has no idea how to smoke.
What this tells me is she really likes me. So I makeout with her. Terrible kisser, fucking British chicks. After about another 30 minutes she tells me she has a boyfriend and won't go home with me. I still try, bar closes. I push her against the building outside and she tells me how wet she is, but that she won't come back with me. Her friends are drunk off their asses walking around with some Aussie guys. I try for another 15-20 minutes as she is not leaving me, but eventually get tired and go home. A few years ago I would have stuck it out for the bang, as I sensed a last man standing would get it. But I'm too old for that these days.
The cold streak continues.