I texted the girl from yesterday, let's call her Julie. She's Italian. After our stupid 30 minute conversation yesterday, and after telling me she has a boyfriend of five years and me telling her I'm gay, and constantly telling her we should fly to Australia and Brussels and India, I texted her the following:
I grabbed a banana and got ready to leave and I had an anxious feeling in my stomach as I always do. It's just my stomach telling me that this shit will go well.
I start to run to the station to get my blood pumping and wake myself up. It works, and I decide I will do it again before I meet her at the station.
Sure enough I was at Westbahnhof at 9.25 and I followed through with my run. I went to another part of the street and ran fast for like half a minute, got my blood pumping, and starting saying stupid shit to get myself amused haha. It was funny. It was just me talking to myself and humming to myself. People must have thought I'm crazy. And then I thought how crazy this girl must be to want to meet up with someone who talks to himself out loud. LOL.
Anyway she arrives 10 minutes late, no biggie. The first thing I say to her is "I'm back from Australia!" and hug her and we kiss on the cheeks. She's wearing a hat and I comment on it. She seems really tired so I call her out on it. She says yeah she's just been to the gym, and I feel up her muscles, she plays along. She's comfortable with me touching her. I grab her hat and put it on my head, then ask her what she thinks. She says it's OK. Not giving me much here, but I just keep talking shit. I ask her how her day was and she tells me the usual fluff. She asks where we're going and I say I just want to grab a drink somewhere down the road. Truth is I don't know where I'm going yet, but there are bars here.
We come across a popular pool place, and I just lead her in. I decide we will play pool now, whether she likes it or not. We go up and she says "We're playing?! No I can't, I'm really bad!" I say whatever and ask for a table, cues and balls. We get drinks and walk to the table.
At the table she keeps saying how she can't play, and I'm like whatever and set up the table. I start the round, and when it's her turn she doesn't know how to play. Golden. I teach her that shit. I do the old school teaching her how to play by grabbing her arms and touching her basically everywhere, around her hip, her stomach, and I pull her in and we touch heads from time to time. Cute.
The barman comes up and brings us our drinks. I say we're paying separately. We do. We go back to the game and I am intentionally missing some balls to grab her some more haha! I am obviously winning and am on the black ball now and she's still got a few left. I give her more chances because hell it's just a fucking game and the real game is being played here with her and me. I laugh a lot at my own statements, and tell her she's bad at this and that her last shot was an epic fail and such, but I mix it in with "That was good, well done." When she gets a ball in I high five her and when we both get a ball in (her with my help) I tell her that it was good teamwork.
I also keep using this Ross Jeffries thing that I started last night like saying things that could be interpreted sexual under a different context, like her saying that I have to put my finger on the table for her to aim, and I say "You want my finger, do you?" or making innuendos about balls.
I win the round because it is becoming a little bit of a drag, as much as she likes being touched by me and as much as I like touching her. I clear up the table and we stand there, talking. I use this as an opportunity to do some "real talk", asking about her past. She used to dance hip-hop, and I ask her how long she danced for, etc. She has a nickname that friends call her at home. Every time I say something in her accent I exaggerate it and talk like Super Mario, saying "It'sa me, Mario! It'sa me, Julie!" She laughs. Anyway she wants a cigarette, and we move to the smoking area. I return the cue and balls and pay for the thing, it's no biggie, it's only €7.80, and I lead for us to sit down.
We take our seats, sitting 90 degrees to each other, and she rolls a cig and I just talk about stuff. About our past, about travelling, keep making jokes, and she's slowly beginning to open up more. We're vibing nicely. I'm now a little more chilled, a little calmer. Our conversation is slow, sometimes quiet, there are sometimes pauses and silences, but we pick it up in a rhythm. I tell her I have really bad pictures on Facebook, and she says I told her I didn't have Facebook when we met last night. I tell her yeah, I had to get her number somehow. She laughs.
I keep mixing normal tone of voice and eyes with bedroom eyes as we're talking by the couches.
We talk about her piercings, she's got several, and tattoos as well. I ask her whether she has piercing on other areas as well, like her boobs. She says no but she'd like to get one. I look at one of her two necklaces and comment on it. Then I move to the other one, a small red pendant on it. I ask her what it means, and she said her boyfriend got it for her. I nonchalantly say, "Cool," and change the topic by moving back to the other necklace.
Anyway at this point she gets out her phone and says "Sorry, I have to text my boyfriend." This girl really does have a BF. I say no problem, completely unreactive. She does this a couple more times and I say I have to text my boyfriend too and pull out my phone and pretend to text. She laughs. She tells me she told her boyfriend she's out with her roommate. Boom. I tell her I told my boyfriend I'm out with my roommate, too. She laughs again.
She smokes another and after she finished I say let's go. We leave the bar and I tell her I made a movie about two guys robbing a store with bananas, as I hold up my banana to her.
Outside I ask her which way she's going, and I tell her I'll walk her. We walk and it's a calm walk, again. There's a little hesitation in me, but I think fuck it and begin to touch her again. I tell her stories about London, about fights I saw, then I talk about squirrels, and more shit. I tell her I like her jacket, and at one point I just put my arm around her as I say we should leave to London tomorrow. She laughs again.
We talk about sports and stuff, and then we arrive at her place. We stand in front of each other and as I'm speaking I just casually work in "I have to kiss you now," and move in to kiss her. She complies. She more than complies. She grabs me and I grab her and I push my dick into her so she can feel it from the outside. We makeout non-stop for 2 minutes or so, I'm grabbing her hair and she's grabbing my face. I grab her ass and she gets more turned on. The makeout ends and she says something and I ask if I can use her bathroom quickly. She says yes, and we enter her building.
As we're walking towards the stairs she says she has to ask her roommate whether she's asleep or not. I say OK and she gives her a call. Her roommate is indeed in the room, and she's trying to sleep. I say it's OK and she apologizes. She knew what was up, we were gonna fuck up there. Anyway we makeout again and then it ends and she says sorry again and I say it's OK and tell her to sleep well.
After that I call Jonny and tell him all about it.
NOTES: Should have insisted on the pull more. I could have used my killer instinct and tried to push it further by saying something like "I'll be really quiet, I just really have to go to the toilet," which I actually did. Apart form that, chick likes me. She texted me:
