Date 8: Cafe Saint Ex

...This really is not a date at all.

Cafe Saint Ex is one of my favorite bars in the city, if you haven't been there I highly recommend it. They have great food, a good beer selection, and the basement plays awesome music on the weekends. It's almost too easy to meet girls there.

I was at Saint Ex a couple of weeks ago with 3 buddies. We had been to one other bar that night and around midnight we decided to head to Saint Ex and see what we could round up. Almost as soon as we walked in four girls came over and introduced themselves. I don't know what it is about the place, but it is just always like this, people are really friendly. While I was talking to one of the girls I noticed a cute blond at the corner of the bar who kept looking over, so after a while I excused myself and went over to say hello. Her name was Donna and we tried to talk over the music for a while. By then it was about 1:30am, and Donna and I had a shot together. After the shot I asked Donna if she wanted to come back to my place, and she said sure.

D8-Donna: Donna was cute, long blond hair and blue eyes, but she had a disproportionately large butt. It definitely wasn't fat, or huge, it was just on the big side. Her face was pretty cute, and she had a nice chest (God is a fair dude, big butt, big boobs), so overall she was not bad, especially given the effort.

Donna was a teacher in Maryland, I'm not sure exactly where. Since I'm not from the area, whenever people say where they live I just say "Ohhh, great, I hear it's nice there" and nod approvingly, but really it means nothing to me. It's a combination of I just don't know the area, and I really don't care that much. Anyway, Donna was a teacher, but did some pretty naughty things that night. As a matter of fact, should someone like Donna really be molding the minds of our youth, tomorrow's leaders? I often think about these things when some girl's ankles are hitting me in the ears. Or my other favorite is Wouldn't this girl's co-workers love to know that she likes her hair pulled? Sometimes I do the opposite, and see a girl that looks really proper and try to guess what her sexual preferences are. Then I remind myself that it's good I don't work in human resources.

In the morning Donna asked me "Are you sure you're not gay?". I stared at her as a million sarcastic things raced through my head. There I was, stark naked in bed with her, still wearing the condom from the morning sex, searching for just the right words. "Why?", I asked. "Well, your bathroom is clean and you have nice artwork". I had to get this girl out of my place ASAP.

I had her on the back of the bike and at her friend's apartment before she knew what was happening. She handed me my helmet she said "do you want my number?"..."Yes please." She rattled off ten digits in a voice I was now starting to loathe, and I punched the numbers into my phone. "OK, got it, I'll call you, thanks..." as I started the bike. "Want to put my name in too?" she said. "Nope, it's in there." I left and never looked back.