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RE: Prowling for Good Girls: The Story of a Fight Against All Odds
(05-16-2017 11:23 PM)Travesty Wrote: Sunday texted her to hang out tonight (Tuesday). She didn't respond until early this afternoon. Now I feel like most girls would have texted sometime on Monday "let me figure out my schedule and get back to you".
Once it was past noon today my gut thought she would blank me and send a text that night about being too busy or something.
She texted she could only meet for a hour and half window in the early evening in a certain area. I was guessing she had a work appointment or something planned after.
Wanted to sit at the bar to be able to touch her. Place is totally empty with 4 bored staff and a bored bartender. Can immediately tell bartender will be a problem he stands in front of us like he wants to be apart of the conversation. He mentions to the chick he saw her get take out awhile back. Ok time to move out to the patio & neutralize all this bullshit. Patio is better, bartender seemed miffed I wanted to move. This shit never happens in Colombia I will tell you that, guys there are too busy hiding burner phones and worrying if their girlfriend will catch them.
I had a champagne & apps, she didn't want a drink or eat, just water at first venue. Lots of eye contact, she is definitely more comfortable with long eye contact. Head to venue 2.
Pass a homeless man on the corner looks like a retired high school sports coach with a Marine cardboard sign. I give him a few bucks. He says "What a beautiful wife you have! Is that your wife?" I thought he was going to take his money and go back to pestering cars waiting at the light.
This was a good thinking on my feet test, I don't think I did too well, I love these tests though. A straight yes or no would have been too boring in my eyes. Could gone, "yeah don't get any ideas bud!" and toyed with the situation. "no you looking for a new wife, she's really nice!". All I could come up with was a grinning playful "not quite...". He kept immediately rambling and talking our ears of for 2 sets of crosswalks signals. By the third I was standing 10 feet into the crosswalk, he switched to her and I kept ambling away, finally of course as traffic needed to start going he let her go. We had a good laugh about how to avoid him on the way back. I should have grabbed her hand after the first crosswalk signal passed and when the second one just dragged her and said talk to ya later bud.
Venue two is better. We sit on stools by the window. We laugh more than previous times, we are more relaxed. I grab her upper thigh during laughs, palm read her, let our legs touch. Again she is good at filling in silences with personal questions.
She asks when I have to go on my family emergency visit (got pushed back) which is a good sign I think she remembered and cares when and how long I am going.
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Things I found out for sure. She is too shy to wear a bathing suit. She hits the gym on a nightly basis like clockwork. When Googling her she has no social media like she has said, she does have a few photos from other things.. one seems like it was from a few years ago and she looks chubby. Now and in other photo she is rail thin.
From all her shy behavior and shyness about bathing suits or even wearing revealing clothing (she always has tights and sleeve dresses it seems - however she had a strap top under a jacket on a warm day, she took off the jacket), that she maybe an ex fatty, and I wonder if she has some sort of eating disorder.
She doesn't like to cook, ever. She gets fruits, vegetables, salad stuff from the grocery store and lives off that. She only recently got her driver's license for the first time. She is a nervous driver. She claims cooking has too much stuff going on, she's afraid she will mess it up. I am wondering how much of this is coming out of her shell vs. something bad and permanent.
I pried about how much she drank or partied in college. It feels like not at all as I sort of suspected. She only has ever drank at a special occasion like a glass of wine at a wedding. She says her and her friends only ever studied and barely went to any events. I am also wondering if the chubby photo was her when she sat around studying all the time eating dorm food, and was too shy & insecure to go meet people.
On the good side she was on time as always, nails done perfectly, groomed well, doesn't need any makeup to look cute. She is completely agreeable on going places, no complaints, no phone out. Zero bitchiness at any point. Zero complaints about anything. Zero unpleasant vocal tones. No conversational shit tests at all.
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As I said before this is the week she decides on whether she is moving. I aksed her if she still had to decided if she was moving this week and she said yes. I talked to someone I trust about how to layout smoothly what I am going for. I dropped:
"Hey I wanted to say something, I don't know where this is going, I like spending time with you want to continue to see where it goes whatever happens with you (meaning her choice this week)."
It seemed like a bit of a gamble, my gut told me to bring something like this up early. It seemed to hit extremely well, her eyes lit up big time, and she smiled saying she likes spending time with me too.
It is still sunny as fuck out. Who invented the sun anyway? Some kind of asshole. I go in for the kiss like usual only to get the cheek though she is expecting it now and is waiting for the cheek kiss. She gives me a better hug maybe a C- instead of a D-.
I tell her hey when you see me you need to give me a real hug no more half way stranger hugs. Then I grab & bear hug her up next to me and give her a tight squeeze cuddle hug she squeezes me back. Finally our first good hug. Christ almighty.
Friday may be movie night at my place, we'll see.
The player inside me is extremely scared. I know if I don't get into something like this and try I would be the guy at 45 on a bar stool in Colombia regretting it. If I fail trying fine. I'll be content. On the other hand I want to master Spanish, Russian, dancing, a few musical instruments and smash pussy all over this planet like a bull in a china shop.
Lord have mercy.
Christ have mercy.
just out of curiosity, how did things end up in the end?
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