I'm trying to get over some one-itis, here's my post discussing it. Please let me know what you think. Note that I'm 24, living with my parents, with no income.

I just get back from a music festival, having intended to meet up with a girl I met before I left. I go to text her, and come to find two contact entries with her name, and I can't remember which number she had. Fuck. I decide I'll risk contacting whoever the hell the other person is. I text 'i'm back! let's hang out.' to both of them.

Interestingly, I come to find I don't hear from the original girl, but this other girl with the same name starts texting me. Neither of us can remember exactly where we met. It becomes just like the 'I know you from somewhere' classic. I tell her about myself and she says I'm awesome. Of course. I say that she must be a cute girl, because I don't know her from work or school, and that would be the only other reason I'd have her number. She sends me a pic, and she is cute, HB7 with a full figure. I realize I got her number from OKC months ago.

We talk about what it's like being a hipster and it becomes a running joke. I come to find she actually lives a few minutes away from me. I love proximity. I suggest we grab a drink down the street, but she can't that night. Instead, we planned to meet tonight.

She's waiting in the parking lot when I arrive. I call when I arrive and say I'm wandering through the parking lot with my hand raised. She finds me. I'm in state immediately, because I can't fuck up another one. I'm trying to get over one-itis. I kiss her cheek as I move in for a hug, nice and smooth. We walk in and I brush the small of her back as I move her in. Stay on target!

There's shitty seating at the bar, but I pick a spot at the end. I pull out her chair and gesture for her to sit, and I have my back to the rest of the bar so there won't be much distraction. We start talking, and her eye contact is profoundly strong, I barely have to worry about it. She's got pretty grey-blue eyes, always remember the eye color. I'm smiling the kind of smile that I feel in my chest. The one with feeling, that I'm genuinely happy to be sitting there with her.

She's only 20, so I order a beer quick and without much hassle. It helped that I was familiar with the place. We talk shit for a while, conversation is easy and I down my beer way too quick. I don't know when I became such a good drinker, but I get tipsy on accident again. Luckily, we're laughing and having a good time. My legs are immediately up against hers. My fingers are brushing her legs. The conversation thickens, hipster jokes, Game of Thrones, and my palm is now running up and down her thigh. It felt rushed, but it became comfortable very quickly. Don't underestimate how quickly our nervous system finds comfort in mammalian petting.

I tell her that her contact name in my phone is 'HB7 hipster' she says my name is, get this, 'Mystery FLPUA.' As stated, the kino is in full swing, and I keep pushing to go back to her place. First to see Game of Thrones, to have a drink, to do whatever. I try to make sure I don't come off as too needy for sex exactly, saying I'm happy meeting her roommates and suggesting it's more to hang out. I'm sure it's not working, but I don't really care. Fuck the friend zone, fuck one-itis, either it's clear what I want, or I'm out.

I try to bounce, but there are not many places to go. We just move outside and talk for a few minutes and she says she should go, she has to wake up at 4AM. I agree and I walk her to her car. We plan to meet at least next Tuesday, but she has another day off before then. She seems interested to meet sooner for sure. She puts her ass against the car, and I move in for the kiss nice and smooth. Arms around her hips, a little on the ass. She's an astounding kisser. I'm literally blown away, and never in years have I felt the desire to simply just make out. But we do. Only briefly, as I concede to her departure.

I may have come off as needy, but I didn't let it get excessive. I just escalated quickly, because I wanted to. The morale of the story, though, is to save your numbers. At some point, shoot them a text disguised as a wrong number perhaps, they'll be curious about who you are and why they were willing to give you their number. I tried this on a couple other old numbers and another wants to meet when she's back in town. I think I'm on my way to moving on.