So, if you caught it, I screwed up yesterday. She had a fianceé, so it's probably for the better. (FYI Writing in same style as last post, Rad Bradbury.) No tl;dr, just brevity.

Downtrodden about the miss, as I read my book, I say fuck it. It's 6pm, I head to my favorite local dive (not all dudes divey, just PBR divey). Olympics are on, SF Giants are up 15-0, and I start meeting people left and right. Note: not exclusively women, especially at this hour. Instead, just anyone / everyone, the more the merrier. By 8pm the bartenders are buying/doing shots with all of us, and by 9pm it's turned to a party. (Edit update: met one of the area's biggest DJs. Got free VIP passes to the club he spins at; befriending dudes isn't a bad thing, y'all)

I'm shooting pool (pretty decently, too), doing my thing and being a fun guy (this goes a long way), when 2 pretty ladies approach and sit alongside to watch. I leave the cue ball right in their direction after a shot. "Girls, this is the perfect opportunity for shameless looks at my ass, enjoy accordingly". They love it, one gives it a solid smack when I lean down. Nice. *Clap, the cue ball connects, and just like my night, scores me the win. I turn and wink, like Don Draper himself.

Edit: didn't have anything here, but at a request, did an extensive breakdown of the social interactions here

Turns out this HB8 (and honestly, that's not an exaggeration. Incredible body, sexy face, and these brown eyes... mmhm) is an au pair, a fancy name for a nanny. Can't crash at my place, roommates are back. To her place we go; a multimillion dollar mansion penhouse apartment (more appropriately) that she nannys at.

We do the no-pants dance, a couple of times, incredible lover. Morning rolls around, she's got to get up. We can hear the family getting ready, I know this will be memorable. We walk out into the foyer, and thru the kitchen to get out. A young family, hot mom, attractive (no homo) father, and two cute kids are seated at the table. We all exchange funny looks at one another, but soon my lady friend breaks the silence. "Toast?" I oblige, grab a seat at the breakfast bar, and compliment the family's home, awkwardly.

"So, Sierra, where did you two meet?" She summarizes, omitting the lusty details of making out in the street, cab. The mom turns to me "I'll have you know, my sister is very picky. You must have done something right". My heart stops. Sister?! I didn't get that detail, but things just got weird. Shrug it off, and make small talk, noting she was the one doing all the right things, as I'm usually picky (and by picky, I mean perpetually horny and ready to fuck at a moment's notice, like most men). Five minutes later, Sierra is walking me out. "Sorry about that" she says. "No one should be sorry, you're a hell of a lover," I say smiling at the door. We makeout for another minute; she tells me we'll see one another tonight after work. I walk out, into the early California sun and spark up a joint I'd forgotten I had. Puff, puff, satisfaction. Today is a good day.