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As usual, I number-closed a girl who seemed ideally suited for a fling, then never heard back from her and was left wondering where I fucked up. If I could fix this one error, I'm sure I'd up my game immeasurably. Here's the story...
As described previously, "there is a network of long pedestrianized trails in our city that were conceived as a redevelopment effort to replace disused railroad lines and provide opportunities for outdoor recreation". On a warm, sunny Saturday evening I am walking down this footpath when I turn my head out of curiosity, and notice a girl in barely-there exercise shorts and dark sunglasses catching up with me, "power-walking" as far as I can make out. I keep going.
I turn my head again ten seconds later and she's getting closer, also she appears to acknowledge me somewhat. Suppressing a smirk, I make sure I'm drawn up to my full height, feet pointing straight ahead, shoulders back, chest puffed out, arms swinging in my best gunslinger manner as I learned in my first forays into this site.
She draws level and without even slightly turning my head, I eye her closely moving my eyes only. I could swear she's doing the same, but even more subtly, using peripherals. She's got good legs, but at this point I'm a little bit "meh" about her face (foolishly), not having seen what's behind the sunglasses.
As she pulls ahead I notice a unique decoration on her thigh... a flock of birds inked around the area where the garter of a hose would be. The shorts are short enough that it's clearly visible beyond the hemline. I don't go in for tattoos, but if it's meant to be sexy, it is. I'm guessing it's temporary.
Half a minute after she passes me, she moves off to the right; we are on a bridge and she leans on the railing and looks out at the city beyond. Except that... people don't usually take a break when they're power-walking, and the view isn't much to write home about, frankly: an eight-lane highway with a few skyscrapers dotted on the horizon.
I don't know whether it's an approach invitation, but I'm damned if I'm gonna take it any other way!
I pull off the pathway and lean against the railing next to her, elbows out, imitating her pose. We turn and look at each other. She removes her sunglasses and flashes her teeth in a brilliant smile... oh boy, I underestimated her face very badly
Gosh, it feels good to look at a face like that.
More than satisfied that I've put the right idea into her head, I walk on with her in cheerful conversation. The balance is different than with a lot of girls... she invests fully, picking up a lot of threads and asking me a lot of questions: I have to work hard to keep the spotlight on her. When she starts telling me about her work, she mentions that she has done research on sexually-transmitted diseases in various parts of the world, especially the behavioral drivers. Interested, I ask for more detail and she tells me that her university's findings are that most often, wives inadvertently bring these illnesses into the family, contrary to popular perceptions of "cheating men".
I tell her that you might expect that if you know something about these things, and nudge her hard. We chuckle. The touch barrier is broken and she brought up the subject of sex herself.
She will probably move overseas again in search of employment soon; I tell her that I plan to do similarly, and am already in the interview process. Scarcity
We walk for about 20 minutes. Later in the conversation she tells me a joke about two people having sex in a boat. Also makes some snide remarks on people's sexuality in certain neighborhoods of town. This girl is a lot of fun on the subject of sex when she wants to be
She takes me farther than I have ever ventured along the path, and tells me that we have arrived at the place where it peters out; later construction will extend it, apparently.
Sunday morning at around 10 AM I shoot off a text message to her, as follows:
As described previously, "there is a network of long pedestrianized trails in our city that were conceived as a redevelopment effort to replace disused railroad lines and provide opportunities for outdoor recreation". On a warm, sunny Saturday evening I am walking down this footpath when I turn my head out of curiosity, and notice a girl in barely-there exercise shorts and dark sunglasses catching up with me, "power-walking" as far as I can make out. I keep going.
I turn my head again ten seconds later and she's getting closer, also she appears to acknowledge me somewhat. Suppressing a smirk, I make sure I'm drawn up to my full height, feet pointing straight ahead, shoulders back, chest puffed out, arms swinging in my best gunslinger manner as I learned in my first forays into this site.
She draws level and without even slightly turning my head, I eye her closely moving my eyes only. I could swear she's doing the same, but even more subtly, using peripherals. She's got good legs, but at this point I'm a little bit "meh" about her face (foolishly), not having seen what's behind the sunglasses.
As she pulls ahead I notice a unique decoration on her thigh... a flock of birds inked around the area where the garter of a hose would be. The shorts are short enough that it's clearly visible beyond the hemline. I don't go in for tattoos, but if it's meant to be sexy, it is. I'm guessing it's temporary.
Half a minute after she passes me, she moves off to the right; we are on a bridge and she leans on the railing and looks out at the city beyond. Except that... people don't usually take a break when they're power-walking, and the view isn't much to write home about, frankly: an eight-lane highway with a few skyscrapers dotted on the horizon.
I don't know whether it's an approach invitation, but I'm damned if I'm gonna take it any other way!
I pull off the pathway and lean against the railing next to her, elbows out, imitating her pose. We turn and look at each other. She removes her sunglasses and flashes her teeth in a brilliant smile... oh boy, I underestimated her face very badly
Gosh, it feels good to look at a face like that.- StockingTop: Hey!
Marty: Hey!
Marty: Not much of a view. Are you here for exercise, or for... pleasure?
StockingTop: Yes.
Marty: I like your freckles, StockingTop. Make you look really cute
More than satisfied that I've put the right idea into her head, I walk on with her in cheerful conversation. The balance is different than with a lot of girls... she invests fully, picking up a lot of threads and asking me a lot of questions: I have to work hard to keep the spotlight on her. When she starts telling me about her work, she mentions that she has done research on sexually-transmitted diseases in various parts of the world, especially the behavioral drivers. Interested, I ask for more detail and she tells me that her university's findings are that most often, wives inadvertently bring these illnesses into the family, contrary to popular perceptions of "cheating men".
I tell her that you might expect that if you know something about these things, and nudge her hard. We chuckle. The touch barrier is broken and she brought up the subject of sex herself.
She will probably move overseas again in search of employment soon; I tell her that I plan to do similarly, and am already in the interview process. Scarcity
We walk for about 20 minutes. Later in the conversation she tells me a joke about two people having sex in a boat. Also makes some snide remarks on people's sexuality in certain neighborhoods of town. This girl is a lot of fun on the subject of sex when she wants to be
She takes me farther than I have ever ventured along the path, and tells me that we have arrived at the place where it peters out; later construction will extend it, apparently.
- Marty: So—do we turn back here?
StockingTop: You can turn back if you wish. I have to get showered and get ready for the arrangements I have lined up for the evening.
Marty: Ah, so you live here. Okay, why don't we grab lunch some time soon? (Seeing ambiguity cross her face briefly) Or... just coffee?
StockingTop: (Noncommittally) I have a guy. (Brightening) Yeah, coffee would be fine.
Marty: (Handing her my phone) You know, you're leaving the country soon by the sounds of it, I probably am too; I'm not too worried about your "guy", quite frankly.
StockingTop: (Keying in her number) Yeah, I'm not too worried about him either. (Sharp intake of breath, realizing what she just said) I know that sounds terrible...
Marty: (Taking back my phone) No no, I think you and I have the same perspective on these things. (Kissing her on the cheek) Enjoy whatever it is you're doing this evening. See ya!
Sunday morning at around 10 AM I shoot off a text message to her, as follows:
- It was fun chatting with you yesterday, StockingTop I hope you had a nice evening; enjoy the rest of your weekend! - Marty
