So much for that
So, following in Lexs footsteps, I bought myself an iDouche.
Out. Again tonight. Meetng my friend from High School for the opening of a new bar in my neighborhood. Opened by the bartenders at a local of mine. One of whom was heard to say that in the memoir of his life, I'd have an entire chapter dedicated to my escapades.
Assorted regulars are there, cheering the event on. Drink beer instead of tequila, figure thats a good start. Anything's better than last weekend.
Talk to high school buddy for some time. Show off the iDouche, which he's also got. Girl who looks an awful lot like Surfette clinks glasses with me. Introduces herself. Clinks with my friend. I tease the other girl that she's not clinking and start working on her. I'm here to make sure my high school friend has a good time.
We all talk. Pair off. One group, then the other. I talk to Surfette lookalike. She tells me that she's in New York for the week from London and that I'm cute with my curly hair and that I should take her number in case she needs a guide. She putters to the bathroom.
Her friend looks mad. Her friend, who has just the sort of large and bouncy breasts I want to play with, gives me grief about taking her friend's number. I make a mental note to give the cuter friend to my friend as I'm here to show him a good time.
Passing each other back and forth and it could be on for anyone. I get too close to the non-Surfette one, that inches from face moment that you know is the tipping second and she reaches in and kisses me. I start to worry about the number of people in the bar that I know. I don't want to make a scene. They know what I'm capable of, but I feel bad anyway. I don't want to make a scene. In my head, I keep hearing "this can't turn out well" as I remember that July 4 used to work with these people and strikes me as slightly mad.
Talk the one I'm with, who, incidentally, I never got a name for, to come outside with me and make out on a street corner. It's more secluded.
More kissing. Not much fondling, I'm mainly in the mood to kiss. I want the heat, the electricity, but I don't want anything else. At the end she pulls away telling me that clearly I'm a player. Well, yes. I ask her to come home with me for more kissing, in a secluded spot. She says that she wants to, but she's concerned for her friend. I tell her that she should take care of her friend instead of coming home with me. She tells me that she wants to come home with me, but I'm firm about not letting her. Kissing is good. Complication is not.
I never got her name, nor what she does for a living, or any details, really, despite having tried.
I did get a text just now saying that it was the highlight of her last two days. That's a good start to my week.