Don't hate cause I don't have the bang, but this is a funny story, a real eye opener.
About 6 weeks ago I meet a cute blonde in a Barnes and Noble. I opened her with a tease about Cosmo mag and we had a good 20 minute conversation. She seemed more well-spoken than the typical ho round these parts, and I developed a mini-crush![[Image: smile.gif]](https://rooshvforum.network/images/smilies/smile.gif)
She gave me her number before we left.
Every 3-4 days I sent non sequitur texts. No reply for 2 wks. Finally she responds with a "you're being naughty." Boom, it's on I think. It seemed that way too, her texts implied she really wanted it, she said she was coming over, and then doesn't show.
I continue to send non sequitur texts since then about once a week. Today, I'm in the "village" in my apt complex - a bunch of high end stores. One trust fund hipster store is having a free concert. Who do I see, but this blonde girl.
I casually stroll toward her. She's in the middle of being the ringleader (Carrie/Sex in the City-style) of a bunch of girls and hipster queers. She sees me, I go out to give her a greeting hug and she blurts, "Hey! I know you! Come walk over here with me." She ignores the hug advance, but she leads me away. I play along as she stops at a spot several feet from the others.
I go, "so you know me, huh?" She responds with a knowing look.
She then says, "My boyfriend is the guy taking photos of this party. We've been together awhile." I laugh. She continues, "he's kind of an asshole and sometimes I do what he does to me, which is why I texted you that time."
I replied, "I wished you followed through."
She goes, "How often do you go to Barnes and Noble?"
I respond, "rarely."
She looks disappointed and goes, "See the book store is my 'place' I go there three times a week."
I reply back, "so what time do you usually go?"
She laughs and gives me that "I'm not gonna tell you, you'll have to find out for yourself" look, then turns and begins to walk back to the cluster of queers and fashionistas.
I stand there with my half-smile watching her. She glances back, and gives me that same "come chase me" look and twerks her head so her hair bounces like in a shampoo commercial.
I think to myself, "What a dirty little slut. I need to fuck this one."
About 6 weeks ago I meet a cute blonde in a Barnes and Noble. I opened her with a tease about Cosmo mag and we had a good 20 minute conversation. She seemed more well-spoken than the typical ho round these parts, and I developed a mini-crush
She gave me her number before we left.Every 3-4 days I sent non sequitur texts. No reply for 2 wks. Finally she responds with a "you're being naughty." Boom, it's on I think. It seemed that way too, her texts implied she really wanted it, she said she was coming over, and then doesn't show.
I continue to send non sequitur texts since then about once a week. Today, I'm in the "village" in my apt complex - a bunch of high end stores. One trust fund hipster store is having a free concert. Who do I see, but this blonde girl.
I casually stroll toward her. She's in the middle of being the ringleader (Carrie/Sex in the City-style) of a bunch of girls and hipster queers. She sees me, I go out to give her a greeting hug and she blurts, "Hey! I know you! Come walk over here with me." She ignores the hug advance, but she leads me away. I play along as she stops at a spot several feet from the others.
I go, "so you know me, huh?" She responds with a knowing look.
She then says, "My boyfriend is the guy taking photos of this party. We've been together awhile." I laugh. She continues, "he's kind of an asshole and sometimes I do what he does to me, which is why I texted you that time."
I replied, "I wished you followed through."
She goes, "How often do you go to Barnes and Noble?"
I respond, "rarely."
She looks disappointed and goes, "See the book store is my 'place' I go there three times a week."
I reply back, "so what time do you usually go?"
She laughs and gives me that "I'm not gonna tell you, you'll have to find out for yourself" look, then turns and begins to walk back to the cluster of queers and fashionistas.
I stand there with my half-smile watching her. She glances back, and gives me that same "come chase me" look and twerks her head so her hair bounces like in a shampoo commercial.
I think to myself, "What a dirty little slut. I need to fuck this one."
![[Image: facepalm.png]](https://rooshvforum.network/images/smilies/facepalm.png)
at op for still wanting to send any sort of text messages other than a Dick Pic after what happened.
