FR - HB Friday

She drove here from Edmonton to see me. I'd spent the last few weeks building comfort with her over text. We'd met over Plenty of Fish. We talked on the phone and did serious sexual bantering on there.

She wants me to pick a place to meet. I'm thinking good logistics when I say meet me at one of my favourite places in the south end of the city. The authentic beer is not only delicious, it's a good conversation point that fits the dark, alluring ambience.

I've been on plenty of PoF dates and it always comes down to how you thin-slice each other. You guys are going to know in the first few minutes whether you want to fuck or not. And the rest is just chess moves and conversation.

You know her, but you're getting to know her all over again. It's open, attract, qualification, and comfort all over again.

She arrives with her sister and they're both high energy. My auto-pilot kicks in. I'm pleasant. I address (the obstacle) and invite her to have a drink with us. She politely declines and has other places to be.

Now Friday and I are alone. I lead her to a table of my choice. We sit opposite of each other. And boy is she high energy. She later explains how nervous she is and this is out of character for her. To me she's like a comedian I've seen on Mad TV. It's bizarre but whatever. In the back of my mind, I've already decided that I'm going to take her back to my place and we're going to fuck. And maybe she has to.

Now it comes down to the matter of "presence". Her warming up to me. And finding those superficial commonalities that sugar coat the sexual undercurrent of her enjoying being pinned up against a wall, making out with her for a minute, then pulling away with, "That's all you get for now".

I whip out my iphone and make her laugh with one of my stock photos.

Then I move over to her side so we can both see together. It's just more convenient that way.

There isn't much kino. My presence is probably enough. I actually have no clue how attracted she is to me.

I whip out photo after photo. Stuff I've taken from Reddit and corners of the internet. We banter off for 15 minutes.

I remember at one point she excused herself to go use the washroom. I said, "how incredibly forward of you, but you're going to have to go alone. I hardly know you well enough yet". This line is straight out of Crazy, Stupid Love, starring Ryan Gosling.

Now she wants to go for a smoke. And I accompany her outside.

I accept when she offers me one. I don't smoke but what the hell, for some reason it builds rapport that we're sharing in something together. Even if all I do is take one puff. We talk music. We have completely different music tastes.

She says, "What kind of music do you like?" I replied, "What kind of music do YOU like?"

Really, I did just that. I threw the question back at her. She blinks and starts qualifying her tastes to me. In laymen's terms, you are your favourite subject and there's a certain irresistibility to share what matters to you. It's selfish and validating.

But let's say she threw it back at me. I would have said, "I asked first". I really want to keep the conversation on her.

Iphone is great. It's a great attraction resource. I qualified her on what she liked to do, which lead to some story-telling about my twin brother singing "a whole new world" at a kareoke bar and having girls swoon over him, to an iphone app called I.Am.T.Pain which autotones your voice. Great for laughs.

Beers are finished. Smoke is finished.

I remember pulling her hand and saying let's go.

Where are we going? she asked.

Somewhere else, I said.

If you've read Psycho Cybernetics, this would be my servomechanism in action. Prior to that, I was calling it my autopilot. Successful pickup is about training your autopilot.

So I pay the tab and we leave.

It's a minutes drive to my place. She's not objecting. She's being passive.

We cruise through a neighbourhood and she goes, "where are we going?" She fucking knows where we're going. I just ignore her and keep talking about something non-sequitor.

We pull into my drive-way and I lead her into my house. Seriously, she said nothing as I lead her to my door.

Once we get inside I lead her to the kitchen. I just spent the last 3 hours preparing for this moment. I tell her we're going to make something interesting. I pull out the Yellow Tail champagne ($15 Cdn), the Vodka, and flip the food magazine open to the page on wine drinks. I talk about that. I talk about how Im going to make her this really interesting drink and I've never done it before so it's going to be a fun experiment.

We move to the living room to play Mortal Kombat on Playstation. And there's only one chair for us to share.

I tell her to move her ass out of the chair. Then when I sit down, I motion for her to sit on my lap.

As we play, I'm accomplishing a few things:

  • flirting while I'm kicking her ass. I let her win a few times.
  • thrust. she thrusts back. then I thrust some more. Now we're dry humping. This is me PINGING my cock into her. And her pussy likes it.
  • She leans forward. I slap her ass. I vaguely remember some back and forth kino playful violence.

  • Her leaning into me. I brush some hair away from her neck. I vaguely remember her ... helping ... with that. Later she admitted that she knows what that fucking means when I'm brushing hair away from her neck as she's leaning back against me. Obviously Im going to kiss her neck.

  • I kissed her neck.

  • I remember us being competitive about the game. I say, "What!" and she copied. And we brought our faces closer together and just kept repeating that. I think she kissed me first. We made out.

She wanted to go for a smoke. Perfect Logistics: to smoke on the balcony, she has to go through my room. My room has an open door to the wooden patio. The backyard... IS MY BALCONY!

And it's not long before I pick her up, throw her onto my bed, and start making out with her. After a minute, I say to her, "that's all you get for now". She's really pissed off about that.

And not long after that it was obvious we were going to fuck, so I turned off the TV outside, came back into the room where she was waiting on the bed for me, and made out with her again.

And then one thing led to another.

Mouth. Chin and jawline. The ear. Licking the ear. Soft breaths into it. The neck. Upper chest. Running hands along her body. Arms. Sides. Legs. Going down on her.

When you can make her moan, she will beg you to fuck her. She'll be wet.

I fucked her twice.

And when we were cuddling after, I did some comfort building. She wanted to know who I was. She complained she'd shared too much and teased me for sharing little about myself, being challenging, and being vague and mysterious.

Unlike other men, I was different. She couldn't second guess me. I was vague. I was a challenge.

She realized that I still hadn't answered her questions. What kind of music I liked, for example. Now she wanted to see the real person.

And she wanted to know how I saw her.

I was honest and said, "To be honest I don't know what I want." I thought of what to say next. I said, "I'd like to see you again".

She said, "Yes, I can settle for that. I'd like to see you again too".

I drove her home early that morning, about 4. I left her alone to do her things for the rest of the time she was here. Then a few days later she texted me to let me know she was heading back to Alberta. She's coming back eventually.

And then we started talking again.

  • DJ