I took a shot at a pretty difficult flag last yesterday, but no dice in the end.
I was eating outside at Perfect Pita in Tyson's Corner around noon and there was literally nobody there. Then these two girls walk by and I just gave some heavy eye contact. They came back and asked if I'd take their picture, and the game was on. Turns out they from Morocco and were flight attendants for a Saudi airline, flying out of DC the next day. Bored flight attendants, sounded perfect. But I had a BBQ later, not the best for logistics, but whatever...I invited them. BBQ didn't start for hours, so I got their numbers and got out (had some shit I had to do, otherwise I never would be in Tyson's).
I don't really have much confidence in any of my DC friends to handle one of the two, so I kept it to myself and started thinking through 3-some scenarios. Unfortunately, my call didn't go through because they had flaky international phone plans...and the talent at the BBQ was nonexistent, so I said fuck it, forget about them, and decided to just have fun and get blasted. Once they finally called, I was in no position to drive, so I had to invite another guy to the party to be the driver.
Logistics were a pain the whole night, as expected, but I finally split them up and starting bringing one of them to my apartment. I'm getting LMR left and right, the most I've ever seen. She wouldn't let me kiss her on the street, but she was coming back to the apartment with no pretense, so I just plow through and figure it's as good as done. We start making out, I unhook her bra, then she stops and tells me that she's a 27 year old virgin saving herself for marriage!!! Wtf? I keep trying to push through, tell her what she's missing and that oral wouldn't even count as sex, but no luck.
Not sure I would have notched that flag no matter what I did (any thoughts?), but one thing to keep in mind with Muslim chicks is that it's probably good to be a little clumsy. I unhooked her bra with one hand and that seemed to make her a little uncomfortable, making her ask me how many women I had been with. Funny, because most women love when you do that.
I was eating outside at Perfect Pita in Tyson's Corner around noon and there was literally nobody there. Then these two girls walk by and I just gave some heavy eye contact. They came back and asked if I'd take their picture, and the game was on. Turns out they from Morocco and were flight attendants for a Saudi airline, flying out of DC the next day. Bored flight attendants, sounded perfect. But I had a BBQ later, not the best for logistics, but whatever...I invited them. BBQ didn't start for hours, so I got their numbers and got out (had some shit I had to do, otherwise I never would be in Tyson's).
I don't really have much confidence in any of my DC friends to handle one of the two, so I kept it to myself and started thinking through 3-some scenarios. Unfortunately, my call didn't go through because they had flaky international phone plans...and the talent at the BBQ was nonexistent, so I said fuck it, forget about them, and decided to just have fun and get blasted. Once they finally called, I was in no position to drive, so I had to invite another guy to the party to be the driver.
Logistics were a pain the whole night, as expected, but I finally split them up and starting bringing one of them to my apartment. I'm getting LMR left and right, the most I've ever seen. She wouldn't let me kiss her on the street, but she was coming back to the apartment with no pretense, so I just plow through and figure it's as good as done. We start making out, I unhook her bra, then she stops and tells me that she's a 27 year old virgin saving herself for marriage!!! Wtf? I keep trying to push through, tell her what she's missing and that oral wouldn't even count as sex, but no luck.
Not sure I would have notched that flag no matter what I did (any thoughts?), but one thing to keep in mind with Muslim chicks is that it's probably good to be a little clumsy. I unhooked her bra with one hand and that seemed to make her a little uncomfortable, making her ask me how many women I had been with. Funny, because most women love when you do that.