Six Dates In Four Days

I over-booked myself a bit this weekend and am paying the toll today. I went on six dates in four days, a physically and fiscally exhausting feat-of-strength I am not eager to repeat.

Here was my weekend itinerary:

Friday: 9pm-3am - Drinks with Beads in Georgetown.
Saturday: 11am-3pm - Rock Climbing with Bear.
Saturday: 9pm-12am - Drinks with Frenchy in Dupont.
Sunday: 2pm-7pm - Bike show with Beads, drinks at Brew Pub.
Sunday: 8pm-1am - Drinks and dinner with Bear.
Monday: 6pm-6am - Drinks and dinner at Che NN with Beads.
Tuesday: 6:01am to present - drink never ending stream of black coffee in hopeless attempt at productivity.

I will spare the unnecessary details of the weekend, as there were many. Below are the highlights.

Drinks with Beads Friday night was great. She lives in Georgetown so I picked a bar near her house and we met there at 9pm. I was a little late because my cab driver a) didn't speak English b) didn't know his way around the city and c) had a car that should have been turned into one of those crunched cubes of scrap metal years ago. When I finally got to the bar I apologized for being late and Beads gave me a big hug and kiss, which I wasn't expecting. She had on tight jeans and knee-high leather boots with 4" heels and a tight top, she looked really hot. Beads is a lot of fun, very bright, and easy to talk to. I never felt like the conversation was forced, mainly because we have a lot in common. We went to three of four bars, played pool and darts, and finished the evening with a night cap at her house. We made out a bit in her living room and kitchen but I took a cab home and was in bed by 4am.

Rock climbing with Bear was fun, but the highlight of the day her complete inability to operate a vehicle. She drives like a hundred year old blind Asian woman talking on a cell phone. Ralph Nader would declare Bear "Unsafe at Any Speed" like a Chevy Corvair.

Frenchy was my second, and perhaps last, Match.com date. She was half as attractive and twice as heavy as depicted in her photos, and approximately as interesting as drying paint. This will hopefully be the last time you read about Frenchy.

I took Beads to the motorcycle show at the convention center on Sunday. I don't exactly know how this date came about but I had a great time. She seemed very interested in the bikes and the people watching, which is second to none.

Nothing much to report from evening with Bear on Sunday. The sex was every bit as erratic and invigorating as her driving.

Last night was my third date with Beads. Normally I wouldn't see a girl so many times in one weekend, but it just sort of worked out this way. I wanted to do something casual but a little more substantial than just drinks at a bar, so I cooked us dinner at my house. Beads liked the idea and said she would meet me at my place. Before she hung up I told her to bring her bathing suit along if she wanted to go in the hot tub after. She said "I'm definitely taking you up on that."

Dinner was great. We cooked and ate and drank some wine. Beads helped with the cooking and cleaning, so I never felt like I was "entertaining", it was very relaxed. After dinner we put on our suits and went into the tub. We chilled for a little while then started making out. Beads climbed on top of me and was grinding on me a bit. I tried to take her top off but...surprise, surprise, couldn't figure out the clasp. When will I learn this? Beads laughed then took her suit off, along with my shorts. We made out until our fingers were well-pruned, then moved into the shower to rinse off.

At this point I would like to point out that Bear and I had sex three times in my bed Sunday night. I am generally not a superstitious (stupidstitious) person, but I really feel that if you change your sheets before a date in anticipation of sex, there will be none. Conversely, if you don't change your sheets you will likely regret it. It's a quintessential Catch-22.

Holding true to past experience all I could think about while Beads and I were in the shower is "Fuck, I don't have clean sheets on my bed!!!" I was paranoid Beads would smell pussy or find a long curly hair on the pillow that clearly didn't belong to her and call me out. I knew I had a clean set of sheets in my closet, but for the life of me I couldn't figure out a tactful way to excuse myself from oral sex in a shower to change out linens. The dirty set would just have to do.

Beads and I dried off then got into my bed. Let me ask you, is there a class that all chicks are required to take called "Yes. No. Yes. No. I want you in me so bad"? It's the same routine everytime. In my experience all the indecision is really just a ploy to not look "slutty". I think most women decide if they are having sex or not that night long before they ever leave their house, they just want the guy to think that they are really thinking hard about it.

Honestly, it was well worth the wait (the wait that night, that is) because Beads was great in bed. She was a little screamer and put on quite the exhibition. There wasn't any shocking behavior, but it was only the first time we had sex and it can only get better.

Lastly, it was about 1am when we finished up the second round. Beads went to the bathroom, then I went in when she was done. When I came back out I expected her to be putting on her clothes and getting ready to leave, instead I found her tucked beneath the covers ready for bed. I thought to myself "Okaayy, I guess she's staying over.", so I climbed into bed. Beads put her arm around me and said "Would you like me to go?" Honestly, I kind of wanted to get a good night's sleep, but I really didn't feel strongly about her leaving. The only strange part is how she basically assumed she was staying over. I don't want to blow this out of proportion, but it struck me as a little odd at the time. Beads spent the night and left at 6am this morning.

Beads didn't mention smelling other girls or finding errant hairs, so I think I'm clear.