My wing is currently knocking on the door of oneitis so I'm basically Billy-No-Mates but still making my way around the world with more confidence and not pressuring myself with the need to # or f-close. Don't know what's brought this on but it's great not to be gagging for snatch coz HBs can usually see a neon light behind you with DESPERATE flashing.
Its rad tho how this is turning out to be great for my social skills. Monday was a holiday in Malaysia so I spent the morning with an HB7 I #-closed from Craiglist two weeks ago. She's Dutch and working in Malaysia and said she'd been waiting for something miraculous to happen in her social life (I think she meant...I'm tired of the AFCs emailing me!). Exchanged numbers, met in public for lunch, she came with her local friend ... the whole kidnap-murder evasion thingy. I politely ignored the friend coz I. Just. Wasn't. Interested.
Anyway, went into DHV, comfort and got her to sit next to me while we faced her friend. Got into kino, started whispering into her ear with my arm over her neck and her friend got bored. By now, I was rocking a solid boner for her but time-constrained and said I had to send a quick email.
HBDutch: workaholic...it's a holiday!
ME: not in London... (DHV? I dunno, sounded good to say it)
WTF, asked both of them to come back to my place so I could send the email and then we could all rent bicycles and cycle around a botanical garden near my place. Her friend looked hesitant ...
ME: You don't know how to ride a bike, right? you can ride with me and we'll race her (pointing to HBDutch)
Her friend laughs and says okay. I hail a taxi and we get to my place. They ask me to strum my guitar and I belt out "Twinkle twinkle little stars ..." and they laugh as they begin to sing along before I suddenly stop and tell them they're shit coz I'm strumming "Baba black sheep..." - which is the same bleeding tune anyway... LMFAO!! I give em a quick tour of the place and show them the balcony so they can sit while I send my email.
For about five minutes I'm basically monkeying around on my PC in my spare room when HBDutch comes in and sits on the bed while I'm at my desk, asks me if I've sent the email...
HBDutch: this is fun, you know, hanging out...you're cool to be with
ME: Yeah, I wish I had a friend like me...
Then out of the blue, this HB asks me ..
HBDutch: How do you take your coffee?
ME: Through my mouth ... why?
HBDutch: (laughs) Nothing ....
She expects me to press on so she can tease but I let it go and shut down my PC. I turn and face her and smile...then I close my hands and stretch them out. I do this routine I made up that's both for kino and a k-close...
ME: Choose. One hand has a kiss. The other has nothing.
She laughs and points at my left hand. I open it ..
ME: Nothing ...
Then she quickly points at the other hand and I open it ...
ME: Nothing there ...
HBDutch: Not fair, you said one had a kiss!!
ME: It does!
I kiss my left index finger and place it on her lips.
She grabs my hand and looks at me blankly. I smile back and lean in to kiss her then pull back a little then tell her to close the door. She stands up and I'm directly facing her snatch and then I hold her hips. I breathe out heavily, give her some warmth down there and slap her ass and laugh.
ME: Let's go ...
I don't kiss her and three of us head out to the botanical garden, cycle for about twenty minutes and its hot so we sit in under a shed and just shoot the shit and she's giving me IOIs, grabbing my hand and I'm just enjoying the moment, bringing out the happy little girl in the HB.
I'm seeing her again this Friday night and she knows (probably even WANTS it) I'm going to f-close her. I just think it's going to be more fun after building up that much attraction with her. Lesson learnt: sometimes, an f-close is even better when you know the HB's inner, adventurous and happier side.
