The date
My date with Sven went really well. He's a nice guy.
Now, single girls, take notes. Because here's how I impressed the hell outta him last Saturday:
Apparently, I dropped into his lap. I ran a finger along his jaw and said, "I think it would be really great if you called me tomorrow." Gave him my number, flirted his ass off and sent him on his way.
You're welcome.
He thought it was awesome because I expressed interest while still giving the impression that the initiative was his. Even though it totally wasn't. It's the kind of mindfuck any guy should appreciate.
So tonight, I managed to meet with a guy I had no idea what looked like. I was pretty smooth about it, but he still busted me a little bit. He called me as I was walking toward the coffee shop we had decided to meet in, completely bewildered because it didn't have the name I seemed to remember it should have. I asked him to wait outside because I was about 6 seconds away. Problem solved, although I did have a tiny freakout about maybe approaching the wrong guy. I seriously had NO recollection of his face.
We had coffee. And another coffee. And talked about last Saturday, his ex, his job and mine, where we grew up, the usual. We moved to another place and he lit a smoke on the way. Eugh. He's cute, though. Good body, tender eyes. Blonde, average height, interested. He put his arm around me as we walked. He held my hand over the table. He caressed my knees under the table. Not in a sleazy way, though. He owns his own business with a friend. Plumbing business, sounds pretty succesful.. We had a few beers. Talked all night. He likes to talk, which is nice. I get bored if I have to carry the conversation, but he held up his end very well. He laughed at my jokes. He drove me home, which was really sweet considering it was *extremely* out of his way. He noticed my Hello Kitty bandaid matched my jewellery, which earned him *major* bonus points!
I leaned in to kiss him as he pulled the car over and... apparently I do that well. He trembled. I just got a text saying "I still haven't fully recovered. How did you do that?"
He said he'd been thinking about kissing me all evening. I noticed the way he noticed me applying lip gloss. Which I did frequently. I also made sure to get up so he could watch me walk away. I fiddled with my hair, smiled a lot, laughed a lot. Leaned in with interest, quite possibly maybe producing a bit more cleavage in the process. I do all those little tricks and I don't even think about the fact that I'm doing it.
He's no Butterflies. It'll be a while before I respond to someone in that way again. But I'll see him again.
Now, single girls, take notes. Because here's how I impressed the hell outta him last Saturday:
Apparently, I dropped into his lap. I ran a finger along his jaw and said, "I think it would be really great if you called me tomorrow." Gave him my number, flirted his ass off and sent him on his way.
You're welcome.
He thought it was awesome because I expressed interest while still giving the impression that the initiative was his. Even though it totally wasn't. It's the kind of mindfuck any guy should appreciate.
So tonight, I managed to meet with a guy I had no idea what looked like. I was pretty smooth about it, but he still busted me a little bit. He called me as I was walking toward the coffee shop we had decided to meet in, completely bewildered because it didn't have the name I seemed to remember it should have. I asked him to wait outside because I was about 6 seconds away. Problem solved, although I did have a tiny freakout about maybe approaching the wrong guy. I seriously had NO recollection of his face.
We had coffee. And another coffee. And talked about last Saturday, his ex, his job and mine, where we grew up, the usual. We moved to another place and he lit a smoke on the way. Eugh. He's cute, though. Good body, tender eyes. Blonde, average height, interested. He put his arm around me as we walked. He held my hand over the table. He caressed my knees under the table. Not in a sleazy way, though. He owns his own business with a friend. Plumbing business, sounds pretty succesful.. We had a few beers. Talked all night. He likes to talk, which is nice. I get bored if I have to carry the conversation, but he held up his end very well. He laughed at my jokes. He drove me home, which was really sweet considering it was *extremely* out of his way. He noticed my Hello Kitty bandaid matched my jewellery, which earned him *major* bonus points!
I leaned in to kiss him as he pulled the car over and... apparently I do that well. He trembled. I just got a text saying "I still haven't fully recovered. How did you do that?"
He said he'd been thinking about kissing me all evening. I noticed the way he noticed me applying lip gloss. Which I did frequently. I also made sure to get up so he could watch me walk away. I fiddled with my hair, smiled a lot, laughed a lot. Leaned in with interest, quite possibly maybe producing a bit more cleavage in the process. I do all those little tricks and I don't even think about the fact that I'm doing it.
He's no Butterflies. It'll be a while before I respond to someone in that way again. But I'll see him again.