Last night I had two dates, one of which called while I was with the second one, and I quite candidly told the both of them what was happening. I also ejected from the second date early because no matter how I tried I couldn't get interested in this girl.
The first girl bet me that if she goes surfing today, I have to take her on a real date (this is just a friend) and if she doesn't go surfing today, she has to find me a girl who will cater to my desires, and she's met "The Girl", so she knows where the bar is set. Her exboyfriend is supposed to take her. My bet is that they spend the day fucking. We'll see.
All I did was be cocky and funny and bust her balls about things. When she got to the street corner we were meeting at, and I wasn't there yet, I snuck up on her and said, all breathy in her ear - "are you waiting for someone, lady?"
She looked at me and said "No."
So I walked away, at which point she grabbed me by the hand and stopped me.
At which point I just started gently ribbing her about her even touching me.
About halfway through the night, after she's been motormouthing about all these guys that keep trying to date her, I ask her what she's looking for, since I'll try to find it for her.
"I'm looking for, he's gotta be funny. He's got to be very attractive. He's got to be able to party. He's got to have a good job. He's got to have curly hair."
"Well, that's me."
"Oh. Ok..."
"You should date me, apparently. I don't know if you could handle it."
This went on for another 20 minutes before I ejected and went to my next one - building up anticipation in this one.
"You strike me as kinky" she said.
"Excuse me?"
"You strike me as the sort that ties a girl up and pulls out toys."
"Me? Are you kidding? I'm pure and innocent as the driven snow."
"No you're not. I can tell."
She's not "HER" but she's certain an exciting prospect for a dalliance. I've had my eye on her for six months, too. I think the "Bad" Bad Man is about to resurface.
Or, as I told a friend this morning - I think I'm back in heat.
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