Perhaps not the most interesting of stories, but sometimes this journal is more for me than for you. *chuckle*
So, yesterday I had just finished working out, and on an impluse decided to give Dylan a call. She asked "How are you?" two to three times in the space of minute. It was pretty cute. *chuckle* Anyway, once we got past the initial chat about how we were and what we had been up to since Monday, I asked her if she wanted to go out on Saturday. She replied she thought she was going to be working. I asked her about Sunday. She checked and discovered she was working again. Finally I said "Okay, how about you suggest a day?", to which she replied "Well, what are you doing tonight?"
Well, that came as a surprise, but I said I didn't have any plans (it was a Thursday night after all) and we agreed that I would pick her up at eight-thirty and that we would go for coffee and a movie. Of course, after I hung up I realized that I was going to need to shower and shave and didn't have time to go home, so I quickly bought and used the necessary equipment and got to her place almost on time. She has a pretty nice place, and she looked great (not really a surprise).
We went to The Apollo for coffee (as it turns out she worked there for a rather unpleasant and sexist boss). I personally hate coffee, but since we were busy talking it was too much trouble to order something else. It was an interesting chat, covering fears and likes and injuries and past relationships and dating and so on. In no time it was nine-twenty and we ran off to the movie, where we decided to see Out of Time.
It being a Thursday, there were only two other couples in the theatre, so of course we had to discuss how crowded it was and how we should have come earlier to get better seats. *chuckle* Now, when a girl with a slight cold wearing an extremely thin t-shirt takes off her jacket to sit in a relatively chilly theatre, I think it is a good sign. Don't you? We gradually progressed from touching arms to touching hands to running hand over faces to me holding her in my arms. Yet somehow I managed to also watch the movie, which was actually quite good.
On the way back to her place we discussed how crowded the theatre was again and how rude it was for that girl (her) to be coughing in the theatre and how rude her date was for letting her do it and how he was obviously just going out with her out of pity and so on and son on. We managed to construct an almost entirely fictional date on the way home. *chuckle*
As for what happened after we got back to her place... well, we kept our clothes on at least (it was pretty cute: she drew a line in front of the bedroom door). She can definitely kiss though, has a very biteable neck and very sexy breathing, and is deliciously easy to pick up. *sigh* I am not in love or anything, but damn, that is one fine girl. I will have to give her a call later.
To anyone who is, thanks for listening. Have a good weekend. Luv ya.
MCP
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So, yesterday I had just finished working out, and on an impluse decided to give Dylan a call. She asked "How are you?" two to three times in the space of minute. It was pretty cute. *chuckle* Anyway, once we got past the initial chat about how we were and what we had been up to since Monday, I asked her if she wanted to go out on Saturday. She replied she thought she was going to be working. I asked her about Sunday. She checked and discovered she was working again. Finally I said "Okay, how about you suggest a day?", to which she replied "Well, what are you doing tonight?"
Well, that came as a surprise, but I said I didn't have any plans (it was a Thursday night after all) and we agreed that I would pick her up at eight-thirty and that we would go for coffee and a movie. Of course, after I hung up I realized that I was going to need to shower and shave and didn't have time to go home, so I quickly bought and used the necessary equipment and got to her place almost on time. She has a pretty nice place, and she looked great (not really a surprise).
We went to The Apollo for coffee (as it turns out she worked there for a rather unpleasant and sexist boss). I personally hate coffee, but since we were busy talking it was too much trouble to order something else. It was an interesting chat, covering fears and likes and injuries and past relationships and dating and so on. In no time it was nine-twenty and we ran off to the movie, where we decided to see Out of Time.
It being a Thursday, there were only two other couples in the theatre, so of course we had to discuss how crowded it was and how we should have come earlier to get better seats. *chuckle* Now, when a girl with a slight cold wearing an extremely thin t-shirt takes off her jacket to sit in a relatively chilly theatre, I think it is a good sign. Don't you? We gradually progressed from touching arms to touching hands to running hand over faces to me holding her in my arms. Yet somehow I managed to also watch the movie, which was actually quite good.
On the way back to her place we discussed how crowded the theatre was again and how rude it was for that girl (her) to be coughing in the theatre and how rude her date was for letting her do it and how he was obviously just going out with her out of pity and so on and son on. We managed to construct an almost entirely fictional date on the way home. *chuckle*
As for what happened after we got back to her place... well, we kept our clothes on at least (it was pretty cute: she drew a line in front of the bedroom door). She can definitely kiss though, has a very biteable neck and very sexy breathing, and is deliciously easy to pick up. *sigh* I am not in love or anything, but damn, that is one fine girl. I will have to give her a call later.
To anyone who is, thanks for listening. Have a good weekend. Luv ya.
MCP
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Yes, Diabolita, you're a slut....but you're MY slut!! teeeheee **had to throw that in there**