Here's when I finally learned to just approach every girl I'm attracted to..

As the coffee shop was getting ready to close, my brother and I wait for a friend outside, while we finished cigarettes. Out from the subway, comes this amazingly gorgeous, incredibly tall blond chick; so pretty, I was forced to assume that she was a legit, signed model.

She was.

We get to speaking, and the conversation leads us to discover that we frequent the same New York City nightclubs on a regular basis (in retrospect, when I think about how friendly she was being during this initial meeting, it wouldn't have been wrong to assume that she may have seen me around, and already decided that she wished to speak to me.)

Nonetheless, she asked for my number, and we agreed that she would text me next time she wanted to go out...

...it ended up being that night.

Unfortunately, I missed the message (my phone died) and had to deal with the pain of coming home to a missed text message from her, that DIRECTLY stated she ended up going to "Avenue," and that she wanted me to swing by.

I texted her a number of times over the next couple of weeks, trying to reclaim my "missed oportunity," with zero success.

Fast forward...

After not texting her for another couple of weeks (by now it's approaching the two month mark since our initial interaction) I run into her as we're both exiting another club (Up & Down, 14th Street) and immediately ask her to head with me, alone, to the place she originally asked me to join her in months prior, Avenue.

She agrees.

This ended up being a horrible night. While enjoying my time with her, she decides to join the table of another man, claiming they had a previous connection that was lost (as did we!!) and it'd be "best" for us to "do our own things."

Unwillingly, I obliged, never to see her for the rest of the night.

Fast forward...

It's been about a month since our last interaction, and about three months since we initally met. I'm walking out of the Whole Foods at Union Square Park, and across the street, I see this beautiful bombshell from behind, with a walk that tells me she HAS to be a signed model.

With the upmost in confidence, I run to approach, and it turns out to be her.

Long story short, we spend that entire afternoon together, playing each other romantic music at Guitar Center, before heading back to Union Square Park come sundown. I begin physically escalating, before finally stating: "we need to take this somewhere, fast."

She agrees, stating "we definitely do."

We decide to ring up to random apartment/office buildings, until someone lets us in where we'll then attempt to get on the roof. It didn't take long for someone to let us up, to where we found an unlocked yoga/dance-looking studio on the top floor.

Mirrors for walls, and floor to ceiling windows looking out to Union Square West.

I fucked her silly, in every position possible.

As we're walking out, I tell her I'm in love, and that I'd love to develop a long-term relationship with her, to which she replies:

"We'll we definitely have to fuck again, that's for sure!"