So last night I had a date with a girl I didn't know too well....
.....and so our story begins....
We decided to meet at the Cellar at the end of Broadway. Upon my arrival *girl* is waiting outside; I appoligize for being a bit late asking her if she heard the message I left begging for forgiveness. She basically said not to worry about it.....so far so good. Having already been in the Cellar and realizing that it wasn't so cool at the moment, we decided it better to venture down Broadway to see if something screens out a bit of wow factor.
Subsiquently we venture into Fiction. Cool place. I had been there a couple times before. It really is quite up my alley, as they have a good wine list (I'm a wine freak), the food is good, and the atmosphere is so not Milestones........so I'm game! We walked into the place while they were playing Supreme Beings of Leisure, so we're off to a good start.
The hostess trys to seet us at a small banquette table that was flanked by two tables of women chatting up a storm so I request the booth in the back. I understand they want to maximize their seats, but really.....
So we're in the back and *girl* (who is much older than I) is while looking incrediblely sexy, kind of gets us into conversation about work or something. I don't really remember, because her appeal was so distracting. Further on into wine and dinner, conversation turns to sex and sexual experiences. I find out that see is bi, partially due to her telling me, but also to her pointing out how sexy the hostess was. Nowing wherre her sexual interests lie, I tell her about this web site I joined called Suicide Girls......she majorly intrigued. Then I tell her about the xmas party which is happening.....she wants to go. So if things don't change in the next few weeks, it appears I'll have a date. Hmmm...Okay all you pretty little girls who may be there......NO HITTING ON MY DATE!! ;-)
Dinner finishes and the awkward rears its head about whether or not to stay or call it a night. I mention to her that I have a sweet tooth and that I'd really like to entertain the idea of dessert. So the waitress comes and we order a gooey chocolate thing, she has coffee, and I order the first of two glasses of port (Smith Woodhouse LBV). We get back to some sexual tet a tet...I mention that port is the best liquid to drink out of a bellybutton. Her leg finds it's way to my side of the booth and my finger tips discover that she shaved her legs today :-) .
Fiction is done and we walk back to the truck and I try to tactfully try to figure out if she wants the evening to finish. She says no and points the way to here appartment. Perhaps I'll leave the rest to your imagination, but only to say that we didn't have sex and I was home about three hours later. Very fucking romantic evening......
I'm seeing her again tonght........
.....and so our story begins....
We decided to meet at the Cellar at the end of Broadway. Upon my arrival *girl* is waiting outside; I appoligize for being a bit late asking her if she heard the message I left begging for forgiveness. She basically said not to worry about it.....so far so good. Having already been in the Cellar and realizing that it wasn't so cool at the moment, we decided it better to venture down Broadway to see if something screens out a bit of wow factor.
Subsiquently we venture into Fiction. Cool place. I had been there a couple times before. It really is quite up my alley, as they have a good wine list (I'm a wine freak), the food is good, and the atmosphere is so not Milestones........so I'm game! We walked into the place while they were playing Supreme Beings of Leisure, so we're off to a good start.
The hostess trys to seet us at a small banquette table that was flanked by two tables of women chatting up a storm so I request the booth in the back. I understand they want to maximize their seats, but really.....
So we're in the back and *girl* (who is much older than I) is while looking incrediblely sexy, kind of gets us into conversation about work or something. I don't really remember, because her appeal was so distracting. Further on into wine and dinner, conversation turns to sex and sexual experiences. I find out that see is bi, partially due to her telling me, but also to her pointing out how sexy the hostess was. Nowing wherre her sexual interests lie, I tell her about this web site I joined called Suicide Girls......she majorly intrigued. Then I tell her about the xmas party which is happening.....she wants to go. So if things don't change in the next few weeks, it appears I'll have a date. Hmmm...Okay all you pretty little girls who may be there......NO HITTING ON MY DATE!! ;-)
Dinner finishes and the awkward rears its head about whether or not to stay or call it a night. I mention to her that I have a sweet tooth and that I'd really like to entertain the idea of dessert. So the waitress comes and we order a gooey chocolate thing, she has coffee, and I order the first of two glasses of port (Smith Woodhouse LBV). We get back to some sexual tet a tet...I mention that port is the best liquid to drink out of a bellybutton. Her leg finds it's way to my side of the booth and my finger tips discover that she shaved her legs today :-) .
Fiction is done and we walk back to the truck and I try to tactfully try to figure out if she wants the evening to finish. She says no and points the way to here appartment. Perhaps I'll leave the rest to your imagination, but only to say that we didn't have sex and I was home about three hours later. Very fucking romantic evening......
I'm seeing her again tonght........
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