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Two days ago, I was at the grocery store.
I see a cute chick with pink hair, tatoos, piercings and a fat sexy butt.
I let myself glide towards her and soon, I'm standing next to her in the biscuit section.
Her shopping cart is full of sweets. I decide to open with that.
The Approach
Me: Veeeeery healthy (with a half smile, pointing at her shopping cart with eyebrows dramatically raised and nodding slightly)
Her: (laughs) I had a tough week!
Me: That bad, huh?
Her: Yes!
I stare at her with a funny expression until she cracks.
Her: Ok ok, not thaaat bad. But I like my sweets!
Me: Totally get you. I was actually searching for some myself. And given that you're an expert (she bursts into laughter at the way I emphasize that word), you should totally help me out.
Her: (still laughing) Tell me what you need. Or, wait, tell me what issue or problem you're facing. Based on that, I can advice which cakes to get.
Me: Jezuuuuuuus you even have a diagnosis system!
Her: (laughing big time)
She tries to say something but I cut her off.
Me: Wait, wait, lemme tell you, nurse (she laughs at that emphasis again)...Soooooo.... I wanna find something to eat while I'm enjoying a good TV show... Any recommendations for that...nurse?
Her: (laughing) Of course. There's this (she points at a pack of waffles). Perfect for movie watching.
I grab it off the shelves and examine the nutrition section.
Me: Omgg, 182 calories per waffle? What kind of nurse are you? you're trying to kill me!
She throws her head back (literally) and laughs a good ten seconds.
I shake my head from left to right, looking faux offended.
Me: And she laughs while sending her patient to the cardiac unit. How terrrible! They should revoke your qualifications right away!
She laughs even more.
Me (laughing a little to match her mood) : Actually. that's a great recommendation. Thank you... I'm James btw (extent my hand)
Her: (taking my hand) Nice to meet you, James! You're so funny omg.
Me: Hahah and what's your name?
Her: Oh sorry haha my name is Rita.
Me: Wondeful to meet you, fake nurse Rita.
Her: I would be a terrible nurse indeed.
Me: It depends what kind of nurse we're talking about. If it's the one where you wear that sexy nurse costume like the halloween ones, then you'd be peerfect for that (i deliberately scan her body with an appreciative smile) Howeeever... if it's to advise patients on healthy eating...
She laughs again.
Me: I'm just kidding though. Cool to meet you Rita! Lovely hair!
Her: Thanks! Nice scarf! (yes, gentlemen, this is THE scarf)
Me: thanks! What are you up to right now? Just shopping for diabetes?
She starts laughing again, much louder than before.
Her (laughing) no!! I'm getting some snacks for later. My friends are coming over.
Me: sounds awesome. any special occasion?
Her: Just a get together with my girls
Me: Ooooh, nice (sexy smile)
Her: What are you thinking about?
Me: Nothing... I was totally NOT thinking about you girls having a pillow fight in your underwear.
Her: Hahhaha I would not be in my underwear though.
Me: Naked? Even better.
Her: No i would be in the naughty nurse outfit!
Me: Riiiight how could i forget???
I facepalm myself while she chuckles.
Me: Well, I hope you have GREAT time with your girl friends. Be good girls, no underwear fight! but if you do, feel free to send a pic.
Her: Hahaha I'll try to remember
Me: Awesome... but hey, I gotta head out... we should TOTALLY get together sometime, a bubble tea perhaps...
Her: Sounds good, yes. You have IG?
Me: I'm off social media but i got whatsapp
Her: Yeah that works!
We exchange numbers and I bid her farewell.
Around 11 pm, she sends me a text saying her girlfriends just left. I ask how was the pillow fight and she replies with the laughing emojis. I realize that I totally forgot to set the date. I do so rigth there and then. We agree to get bubble the very next day.
The Date
At 3p.m. I meet her in front of the bubble tea, which happens to be around 10 min walk from my place. I sent gf off at her sister's, so my plan is to pull the chick.
As I arrive, we hug and engage in some small talk. Kinda boring, exchanging facts. I throw in a couple incidental touches here and there like my hand on her lower back.
I can feel she's not too comfortable so I keep the vibe and light. 80% of the time, I'm making conversation. We get our bubble teas and sit next to each other.
As we drink, the convo naturally progresses into a deep dive.
I ask her about her pink hair and tatoos. She shows me her pics before the changes, where she had jet black hair and no tatoos and she looked SO FUCKING good. But of course, I don't tell her that. I show interest as to why she coloured her hair.
She answers with a vague "no paticular reason, I just enjoy rebelling I guess? My mom hates so I do it."
I mentally label her as a rebel without a cause, hence the title of this LR.
Her entire personality, I find out, is built around being rebelious: she dropped out of medical science to open her own makeup brand. After that failed, she tried to open a hair salon. When that failed too, she started freelancing in fashion and made that work. She enjoys painting as well and shows me several of her portraits (all excellent)
I express my genuine admiration for what she did. I tell that we're all on our own paths and it's so fucking cool that she followed her heart. I mention the parts about myself that are similar to her rebelious nature.
At some point I mention that I will hire her to design a theme cafe based on one of my short stories. She gets really excited about that and we spend some time future fantasy projecting.
I did not really follow a touch ladder, partly because I forogot. But the vibe was such that I was stroking her hair without thinking while interlocking my fingers in hers.
We had been at the bubble tea for around 1.5 hours at that point.
Me: You know, I used to paint too.
Her: Really????? Show me!! Do you have a pic?
Me: I'm nowhere near talented as you...
Her: Nonesense! Plss showw me!!
Me: I don't have a pic but I can show you the actual painting. My place is 5 min from here.
Her: Ok! Let's go!
We walk out and continue to talk about paintings as we reach my apartment.
While she's taking her shoes off at the entrance, she gives me one of these looks that gets me going.
I grab her and we kiss.
I take her in my arms, and walk to the couch, while still kissing.
We didn't make it past the couch.
She did not even ask to see the painting.
I see a cute chick with pink hair, tatoos, piercings and a fat sexy butt.
I let myself glide towards her and soon, I'm standing next to her in the biscuit section.
Her shopping cart is full of sweets. I decide to open with that.
The Approach
Me: Veeeeery healthy (with a half smile, pointing at her shopping cart with eyebrows dramatically raised and nodding slightly)
Her: (laughs) I had a tough week!
Me: That bad, huh?
Her: Yes!
I stare at her with a funny expression until she cracks.
Her: Ok ok, not thaaat bad. But I like my sweets!
Me: Totally get you. I was actually searching for some myself. And given that you're an expert (she bursts into laughter at the way I emphasize that word), you should totally help me out.
Her: (still laughing) Tell me what you need. Or, wait, tell me what issue or problem you're facing. Based on that, I can advice which cakes to get.
Me: Jezuuuuuuus you even have a diagnosis system!
Her: (laughing big time)
She tries to say something but I cut her off.
Me: Wait, wait, lemme tell you, nurse (she laughs at that emphasis again)...Soooooo.... I wanna find something to eat while I'm enjoying a good TV show... Any recommendations for that...nurse?
Her: (laughing) Of course. There's this (she points at a pack of waffles). Perfect for movie watching.
I grab it off the shelves and examine the nutrition section.
Me: Omgg, 182 calories per waffle? What kind of nurse are you? you're trying to kill me!
She throws her head back (literally) and laughs a good ten seconds.
I shake my head from left to right, looking faux offended.
Me: And she laughs while sending her patient to the cardiac unit. How terrrible! They should revoke your qualifications right away!
She laughs even more.
Me (laughing a little to match her mood) : Actually. that's a great recommendation. Thank you... I'm James btw (extent my hand)
Her: (taking my hand) Nice to meet you, James! You're so funny omg.
Me: Hahah and what's your name?
Her: Oh sorry haha my name is Rita.
Me: Wondeful to meet you, fake nurse Rita.
Her: I would be a terrible nurse indeed.
Me: It depends what kind of nurse we're talking about. If it's the one where you wear that sexy nurse costume like the halloween ones, then you'd be peerfect for that (i deliberately scan her body with an appreciative smile) Howeeever... if it's to advise patients on healthy eating...
She laughs again.
Me: I'm just kidding though. Cool to meet you Rita! Lovely hair!
Her: Thanks! Nice scarf! (yes, gentlemen, this is THE scarf)
Me: thanks! What are you up to right now? Just shopping for diabetes?
She starts laughing again, much louder than before.
Her (laughing) no!! I'm getting some snacks for later. My friends are coming over.
Me: sounds awesome. any special occasion?
Her: Just a get together with my girls
Me: Ooooh, nice (sexy smile)
Her: What are you thinking about?
Me: Nothing... I was totally NOT thinking about you girls having a pillow fight in your underwear.
Her: Hahhaha I would not be in my underwear though.
Me: Naked? Even better.
Her: No i would be in the naughty nurse outfit!
Me: Riiiight how could i forget???
I facepalm myself while she chuckles.
Me: Well, I hope you have GREAT time with your girl friends. Be good girls, no underwear fight! but if you do, feel free to send a pic.
Her: Hahaha I'll try to remember
Me: Awesome... but hey, I gotta head out... we should TOTALLY get together sometime, a bubble tea perhaps...
Her: Sounds good, yes. You have IG?
Me: I'm off social media but i got whatsapp
Her: Yeah that works!
We exchange numbers and I bid her farewell.
Around 11 pm, she sends me a text saying her girlfriends just left. I ask how was the pillow fight and she replies with the laughing emojis. I realize that I totally forgot to set the date. I do so rigth there and then. We agree to get bubble the very next day.
The Date
At 3p.m. I meet her in front of the bubble tea, which happens to be around 10 min walk from my place. I sent gf off at her sister's, so my plan is to pull the chick.
As I arrive, we hug and engage in some small talk. Kinda boring, exchanging facts. I throw in a couple incidental touches here and there like my hand on her lower back.
I can feel she's not too comfortable so I keep the vibe and light. 80% of the time, I'm making conversation. We get our bubble teas and sit next to each other.
As we drink, the convo naturally progresses into a deep dive.
I ask her about her pink hair and tatoos. She shows me her pics before the changes, where she had jet black hair and no tatoos and she looked SO FUCKING good. But of course, I don't tell her that. I show interest as to why she coloured her hair.
She answers with a vague "no paticular reason, I just enjoy rebelling I guess? My mom hates so I do it."
I mentally label her as a rebel without a cause, hence the title of this LR.
Her entire personality, I find out, is built around being rebelious: she dropped out of medical science to open her own makeup brand. After that failed, she tried to open a hair salon. When that failed too, she started freelancing in fashion and made that work. She enjoys painting as well and shows me several of her portraits (all excellent)
I express my genuine admiration for what she did. I tell that we're all on our own paths and it's so fucking cool that she followed her heart. I mention the parts about myself that are similar to her rebelious nature.
At some point I mention that I will hire her to design a theme cafe based on one of my short stories. She gets really excited about that and we spend some time future fantasy projecting.
I did not really follow a touch ladder, partly because I forogot. But the vibe was such that I was stroking her hair without thinking while interlocking my fingers in hers.
We had been at the bubble tea for around 1.5 hours at that point.
Me: You know, I used to paint too.
Her: Really????? Show me!! Do you have a pic?
Me: I'm nowhere near talented as you...
Her: Nonesense! Plss showw me!!
Me: I don't have a pic but I can show you the actual painting. My place is 5 min from here.
Her: Ok! Let's go!
We walk out and continue to talk about paintings as we reach my apartment.
While she's taking her shoes off at the entrance, she gives me one of these looks that gets me going.
I grab her and we kiss.
I take her in my arms, and walk to the couch, while still kissing.
We didn't make it past the couch.
She did not even ask to see the painting.
