Prowling for Good Girls: The Story of a Fight Against All Odds
04-18-2017, 08:08 PM
I found myself setting up another religious service rendezvous with the girl I met at the church youth group bowling bananza.
She isn't much of a texter. Maybe she is just mirroring me, I find less desire to text the older I get. I played it normally, wait a few days after our first meeting, couple texts, seal it.
I sat in nearly the same seat as last time. It gives me the best view of the crowd and them of me. I was dressed custom linen blazer down, custom linen shirt down, dope Italian shoes. Wait for it...
Contrasting pocketsquare purchased in Hoi An, Vietnam. So was the custom light gear. Everything stand up steamed beforehand. Highly recommend keeping a stand up portable clothing steamer next to your closest. Even works on suede shoes. I still believe Jesus himself invented it.
I was the best dressed attendee. One very seasoned man wore a dark suit with a fly pink button down. No pocket square. He recognized.
A nice guy, somewhat dorky like most truly good guys are tried to compete with a pink bowtie and a suit sitting next to his girlfriend. He spotted me. His girlfriend spotted me. Their expression told me who clearly trained up who.
Quite a few good looking young women in dresses. Still I won the thread battle by a large margin. Funny some girls wear crop tops and backless outfits to such a holy celebration.
The mood was good, the weather was perfect. People seemed happy. I was happy. This was genuine. You saw couples and families growing together through life. The religious leader isn't is pussy, he's a man. With a man's voice. He looks over his flock in pride, especially in 2017.
I saved her a seat like a gentleman. She found me easily, she was early. She was dressed appropriately. No gaudy shows of skin, just because the weather is nice. Fashionably cute, again no make up, just her. We had some chit chat, not much time. I compliment her dress top thing, she nervously compliments my blazer mistakenly calling it a shirt. I held frame and didn't correct her... this time.
Before the service an elderly man in his last years on my other side struck up conversation. The usual conversation for an elderly opener. He had it mastered. During the service I found myself making and getting eyes from a few girls and some guys (admirers & haters) in the church. Though I was really enjoying the service and didn't pay the eyes much attention, I did want to start remembering the important faces though.
During the service the old man had a hard time standing and his elderly wife couldn't do it alone. He had a cane. I helped shoulder up his left side, and put my hand over his during a joint prayer. It felt good to help a nice man in his last years at a beautiful service.
We planned to have smoothies after. During our walk she revealed she got into a minor car bump in a parking lot with another woman. Women. Anyways, she was shook from it, not sure how bad it was... She however wanted to take a little break from driving and took a Lyft to the service.
She does seem the extremely shy, anxious type. Not sure to think of it as good she took the extra effort to see me, or bad that something that small shook her.... I offer to drive her home after and she's good with that.
More pleasant chit chat as we walked, just the usual, sharing what we like to do around town. I told her she looks fit and dug for her workout routine. Was she naturally this skinny? Or did she have some discipline. She likes the gym, some hot yoga, and maybe ballet soon. Good answers.
Asked her about her drinking habits, she doesn't drink. Good answer. I commend her for that. I think girls like this get self-concious when you ask them about doing "cool kid" things and they don't, they like hearing you think how they live is cool. She doesn't need to be harassed. Yet.
Asked about her school, she attended a small religious school growing up and loved the community. Good answer.
I haven't quizzed her on cooking. Some other time.
We sat and I shared some dance videos I was interested in, spoke about music. Self expression. Her best friend is a girl, in grad school for math, reads math text books for fun.
She sat hip to hip with me as I was showing her a Kizomba video. Then I went into to show her how close partners dance, chest to chest. She liked that. I thought about going for the kiss, broad daylight, street corner. God chooses to sub in a crazy old homeless guy off the bench on some sort of recumbent bike wheelchair came along us. The moment didn't feel as smooth for it.
We still touched, we were talking about grandparents. Who's alive, who we talk to. I still wanted to kiss her, I thought when dropping her off would make it easier on her than out in public.
On the drive back she complimented my car and she gave me directions to her place. It was a shiny breezy afternoon. I told her this isn't how it usually is, turned my 6-speed stick to sport mode, down-shifted, started weaving in the lane like a drunken Bowser in Mario Kart. She liked that.
Ironically I leave to Romania & Serbia a few weeks to look for someone like her. Maybe she'll be outclassed. She knows about the trip. I say we should do something when I get back, I'll send her some pictures.
I stop the car infront of her place. Undo my seatbelt reflexively always to have the most leeway. She feels the tension and backs up little bit like a scared Bambi. She has an easy & open body language. In these seconds I just have learned to listen to my gut. A strong make out didn't feel right yet. I leaned into her space. I could feel she knew I wanted to and was planning on being aggressive. I felt she wanted to get to know me better and was just starting to get comfortable having me in her personal space. I embraced her and kiss her on the cheek, she liked it. She seemed a little giddy trying to figure out how to get out of the car. I sat calmly back with a smile and showed her how.
Once past the front of my car she turned around to wave goodbye with that very demure, genuine, & somehow with a coloring of raw sexuality look she had given me before in the bowling alley a few times. Locked eye contact for that split second full expressing her feelings towards me.
This and for other reasons, has been the strangest month of my entire life.
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Quote: (05-19-2016 12:01 PM)Giovonny Wrote:
If I talk to 100 19 year old girls, at least one of them is getting fucked!
Quote:WestIndianArchie Wrote:
Am I reacting to her? No pussy, all problems
Or
Is she reacting to me? All pussy, no problems