I was going to link to the post on the player's log where I lost my FWB and fucked it up with a basically guaranteed lay with a damn hot russian girl based on a supposed friend's comment that made the FWB burst into tears and set off a drama bomb, but then I realized that it's not my worst cockblock story. This one is:
In the last year I've had varying degrees of success/failure with women. Each Girls of 2011 post will outline a girl and what went good/bad. I always appreciate feedback.
Italian - I met her at a local bar that is fairly popular. I had scoped out the place and there was no girl that really compelled me except for one taller Italian girl who was far enough away that by the time I walked her direction I couldn't find her. So I was hanging out near the end of the bar with my two tall attractive guy friends, on the dance floor just kind of joking with them and dancing from time to time if I thought a girl or group of girls would dance with me (none really did, which happens), when a girl grabbed me and introduced me to The Italian, telling me that I was attractive, that her friend is single, and that I should hang out with her. They were both kind of dancing, so I danced with them both briefly.
Wait, wait, wait. I have to explain how attractive this girl was. When I got up face to face with her, I realized she had green eyes, perfect skin, dark and long curly hair, and a bangin' body as my friends would say. She was BY FAR the hottest girl in the place. No other girl even came close. Like this except more of an olive skin tone:
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See the original post on my site for the sample picture)
At this point, my friend started trying to talk to her, not really having seen the interaction between the two girls and I, but I saw a golden opportunity going wrong (my friend is pretty tall and a sociable model), so I grabbed her hand and led her over to the other end of the bar where her other friends were. I ordered us a couple beers, had some decent conversation, but her friends kept getting her attention and distracting her. I was certain that she was at least open to hang out with me, but that it was going to be really difficult with all her friends around. I got the digits and went back to my friends to check on them. I hadn't planned to stay out real late as I had developed a pretty decent cough and didn't feel great, so I started to leave then thought better of it and approached her again. I told her I was feeling like taking off, but I would like to have her join me on the heated patio for a bit.
Out the door and headed towards the patio but I realized it was filled with cigarette smokers (I detest cigarettes), so I told her we should go for a walk down to the pier instead. She hesitated, saying that she shouldn't leave her friends and I told her it would just be a short walk and that she shouldn't miss it as it's so nice. I've never regretted a walk on the pier. She relented and off we went, chatting and walking the couple blocks to the pier. Once there, someone from the city was closing up the gate, so we went down to the sand where our poor luck meant that the city truck that was driving around to kick people off the sand (there's a late-night beach curfew), so I scrambled and walked down the boardwalk and around the corner where the restaurant at the base of the pier has little circular benches with awnings over them for people to wait for their car at the valet. We sat there and talked a little more before making out like high schoolers.
Then we walked to my house, where I made her a drink and we moved to my bedroom, where lots of heavy making out and some petting started before disaster struck. She was giving me last minute resistance on sex and I was enjoying teasing her by pulling out one of her tits.
Hold on. Her tits need their own paragraph. This girl had a great body, maybe 5'7" or so, firm round ass, pretty much built to make men want to jump her bones. The tits though. My GOD the tits on this girl. They were perfect and stupid perky for that size and the fact that they were real. I really couldn't have asked for anything better. I've seen more than my fair share of tits in pornography and even a pretty decent amount of them in person, but I've never seen tits that perfect. I don't know if I ever will again, not to doubt myself, but these tits were that damn good.
I was ready to start escalating it to sex as I had her really worked up to the point where I had my hand grasping her gorgeous dark brown curls, bending her over underneath me, and her arching her back and dry humping me moaning like crazy.
Then I felt a stirring. A stirring that could only mean my intestinal fortitude was compromised. My stomach started making an obscene amount of noise and my discomfort rapidly grew. I excused myself and proceeded over the next couple of hours to run the water as loud as I could in the bathroom, the sink, the shower, everything to try to cover up the noise of me absolutely destroying the toilet. The sheer volume of gas and shit that came out of me was brutal. Every time I returned, somehow she hadn't heard it (or wasn't telling me) and she'd snuggle up against me, but was basically passed out. No matter, because my cough was getting so bad that I had to keep getting up between the bathroom and the kitchen (to make hot tea to try to calm my throat/lungs). I was a mess. There was no way I was going to even attempt sex, despite the amazingly hot chick in my bed.
In the morning she didn't seem to really want to kiss, either because she was worried about her breath, or because she remembered what I'd been going through over the course of the night. I made sure I had the right number for her and she joked about having to do the walk of shame to her car. I realized after she left that maybe I should've walked her to her car to try to build a little more comfort. She was pretty drunk and might not have really realized how well we connected when we were talking the night before. Whatever the reason, I got some text conversation from her afterwards, but a girl like that doesn't stay single for long and eventually the trail turned completely cold. I wasn't able to meet up with her again, I didn't get a second change.
I kicked myself for weeks for not fucking her right and giving her the good dick so that she'd still be around. I don't know if I've ever been more attracted to a girl.
It pains me to think about it and it took me a long time to not be completely pissed off at myself for not doing something different. I did a lot right, and if I had managed the situation better, I think I could've done even more, but who knows, she could've just got back together with an ex and I never really had an opportunity for more than 1 night of fun anyway.
That's, The Italian.
Cockblocked by my own stomach and getting sick all at once. That's what I get for wearing myself out and not being at the top of my game when manna from heaven fell at my feet.
Fuck, this still hurts me a little to read.
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