I met this girl at a party about two years ago. I honestly don't remember the specifics of it, but they're not horribly important. She was an HB8 (tiny girl, amazing body, dudes all over her the whole night), but had a boyfriend. We chatted quite a bit, however, and had quite a few mutual friends, so she found me on facebook and added me.

Between then and now, I haven't talked to her once.

Somewhat recently, she broke up with her boyfriend. For whatever reason, I started seeing a more and more of her status updates on facebook. I commented on a few here and there, as she did on mine.

One day, while I was online, I noticed her creeping around on my pictures. Clicking the like button and commenting on photos that were a year or two old, so obviously browsing away at my stuff.

I hit her up on chat just for shits and giggles...

"Hey there facebook creeper, long time no talk"

"Haha, hey you, how's it going?"

The conversation flowed from there with not too much to mention. I made her laugh quite a bit and all was well. Eventually, she had to take off, but said this:

"You're totally awesome, why aren't we hanging out?"

"Because I don't have your number. But you're going to give it to me right now and we're going to go get in trouble soon."

She laughs, gives me her number, I give her mine, and that was that.

A few days later I hit her up. She had mentioned while we were chatting that she's a "good girl" during the week, and saves the "bad girl" stuff for the weekend, so I sent her the following text:

"Hey sugartits*, being a good girl tonight or what?"

"Haha, just having some wine over at a friend's house, relaxing on the patio"

"Pretty tame, but that actually sounds kind of nice."

"Yeah, well, she works a 9-5, so I'm leaving pretty soon"

"Oh, and you don't?"

"Hahahaha, hell no."

"Perfect, when you leave there, you're coming over to my place and heading out with me and my friends."

"Haha, alright, I'll let you know when I'm leaving."

Easy enough. A little while later she texts me for directions and asks what we're doing.

"I have no idea yet, but don't worry, it'll be awesome."

"How do you know that if you don't even know what we're doing?"

"Because I'm going to be there. That's all you need"

A half hour later, she calls to say she's at my place. I come out to the street to meet her. I give her a huge hug and then grab her hand, hold it above her head and say "spin." She does and I look her up and down. "Yeah, this'll do just fine," I tell her with a cheeky grin. She laughs and we head inside.

I had originally planned to hit a bar or two with a fair amount of people, but everyone but two of my guy friends flaked. Not a big deal though as they're awesome, energetic people and can be good wings. They were already in my house, so as we walked in, one of them was already pouring shots. I introduced HB8 to the guys, shove a shot in her face, and we all cheers and take a drink. Having an ex-bartender for a friend is great because he makes some amazing tasting concoctions. HB8 marveled at how good it was, and asked for another.

While hanging out at the house, drinking, I steer the topic towards sex. As I've said in other posts, I always do this as soon as possible when with a target as I want her to associate me with the idea of sex, and vice versa. My two buddies jump right in the conversation telling crazy stories and asking quite personal questions. HB8 has no problem with this at all, and answers everything honestly. I find out she's also in to girls, has never had but wants a threesome, and a bunch of other useful information. Eventually, we have a few more drinks, and head out.

We get to the bar and it's pretty quiet, as it was a weekday and at this point almost midnight, but there were a few people there. I buy everyone a round, and HB8 and I head outside to have a smoke.

On the patio were 3 girls and one guy. The girls were two HB5's and one HB6, so I really wasn't interested. I'm getting to the point where I have less and less trouble with 8's and above, but a year or two ago I would have been game for any of the three. I open up the guy (as I usually do in a set like this), and HB8 immediately opens the girls. Perfect, she's super outgoing and has no problem approaching others. She might end up being a good wing at some point.

We chat with the 4 set for a while, I'm telling stories and cracking jokes, making them all laugh. Eventually, we're the only ones left, and although it isn't closing time yet, this bar is shutting down.

We head a block or two away to another bar that has karaoke. We all walk in and I see an HB7, girl I used to hook up with, staring at me with a huge smile. I see her and wave her over, and she comes running in to my arms, gives me a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek and raves about how great it is to see me. I introduce her to HB8, and they chat for a minute, then she goes to say hello to my two friends who she also knows. Couldn't have planned that better if I tried.

At this bar, I also happen to know two of the cocktail waitresses, and stumbled upon a few other friends I knew through the HB7 that was there. Social proof through the roof. I'm flitting about, saying my hellos to everyone, ignoring HB8 at this point.

We all grab another drink and my two friends are urging me to sing a song. No problem, I have no shame, so I walk up to the karaoke table and write down my name and the song I want to sing. I bring it up to the guy running the show, and he tells me that he's shutting it down. It's almost last call, and he has enough people on the list to take it all the way to closing. Bummer.

I walk outside to have a smoke and HB8 and my two pals join me. I tell them about how I won't be able to sing, and they're all bummed. Seconds later, the guy running karaoke comes out, and one of my friends immediately asks him what it would take to get me up there.

The thinks for a second and says

"Well, I can be bribed."

My friend shoots back immediately, "How much?"

The guy says $10 and I'm up next, so my friend reaches in to his wallet to find he only has a $5 bill. HB8 immediately grabs another 5 spot, they give it to him, I tell him my song, and 2 minutes later, I'm on stage.

I rock out like I don't give a fuck (I'm a half decent singer but not even close to that when I've been drinking), and dancing around on stage. The whole place is loving it and singing along. It was a blast. Soon after, the place closes, and we all head back to my house.

We all go inside for another cocktail, and I make everyone a late night snack. Both friends and HB8 are sitting at the bar in my house as I cook it up a bit, we all eat, and my two friends say their goodbyes and take off. HB8 and I head off to my balcony to have a smoke.

She sits in my chair. The only chair I sit in out there ever. I give her a look of disapproval and tell her

"You're sitting in my chair, kid."

"Your chair? I got here first!"

"My house, my chair hun."

She scoots over as much as she can on it and says, "Well if you can fit here, we can share."

I sit down beside her, which I knew full well that even as tiny as she is, wouldn't work well, and immediately pick her up and put her on my lap. I put one arm around her waist and she puts her arms around me.

We smoke and talk a bit, making her laugh the whole time, then she drops this gem:

"Why aren't you scared of me?"

"Why the hell should I be? I'm like, twice your size, I could take you down no problem!"

She cracks up.

"No, I mean, most guys are scared of me, intimidated I guess. Why aren't you?"

"I'm not most guys"

She laughs and just stares at me with a smile. I ask her,

"So what's that look for?" Knowing damn well she wants me to kiss her. She plays innocent and coy, though?

"What look?" she says with a giggle, and gives the same face again.

"That one, you're doing it right now!"

"I don't know! I have a lot of looks, I don't know which one you're talking about!"

I stay silent and she goes right back to staring and smiling.

"Oooh, I know what that look is now!" I say.

"Oh do you? What is it?"

"Yeah, I do, it's the look that means you want me to do this," I tell her, and go right in for the kiss. Cheesy, I know, but it worked all the same.

We make out on the balcony for a bit and eventually I pick her up and bring her inside. you can figure out the rest from there.

tl;dr: Went out with a girl I met two years ago at a party and haven't seen since. Ended up with her in my bed.

*She had mentioned in her conversation that she's not one to be called hun, or darlin', two names I always call girls.