I will start by saying that my first date with Blondie was the longest continual date (without sleeping) in my life- 16 hours. I would also say it was one of the best.
After a few texts and phone calls Blondie and I decided to go sailing for the day last Saturday. We met up at my house around noon and drove to the boat together. It was nice out when we left, but by the time we got to the boat it was cloudy and very windy, almost too windy to sail (without a crew of people who actually know what they are doing). However, I decided I would look like a pussy if I didn't take her out, so I put up just the mainsail and we went out for a few hours.
Blondie is really easy to talk to. After spending a year with HW, who is quiet and you basically have to initiaite all conversation, it was nice to hang out and not have to pull the conversation out of her. The other nice thing about her is that despite being smoking hot (I think she's the hottest girl ever to say my name back to me) Blondie is extremely low maintenance (so far). She helped out on the boat and didn't care about getting dirty.
We sailed from 1 until about 4, then went back to the dock and popped open a bottle of wine.
Side Note:
I usually keep bedding on the boat, but I took the sheets and blankets off it last month to wash them and never brought them back out. When I was packing stuff to bring out last week it crossed my mind that the sail could turn into a sleepover, but ultimately I decided that a girl this good looking would never stay the night on a first date, and certainly not on my boat in October.
After an hour or so drinking and just hanging out I started to get hungry and asked Blondie what she wanted to do. She said she could eat, then asked "Do you ever sleep on the boat?". The answer is yes, but sleeping on my boat is basically like camping. Sure, there's a kitchen, a bed, and a bathroom, but there's no heat. If it's 50 outside it's 50 inside, period. It can be fun, but I didn't know this girl very well and I thought that I might actually like to have a second date with her and not just fuck her once then never hear from her again because she nearly froze to death in Annapolis Harbor. So I said "Sure, but I don't have any blankets on the boat and it's pretty cold out here this time of year". She left it at that and we packed up and headed back to DC.
We got back to my house around 7 and had a cocktail on my deck. It started to get cold, and we were both hungry, so we decided to walk to H Street to get some dinner. Blondie said "I only have jeans, nothing fancy, is that OK?" Obviously that was fine, so she went into my room and changed while I changed in the bathroom. Five minutes later she walked out of my room looking like a million bucks. She had on tight jeans, a black tank top, and red high heels. I don't think she had on any makeup and was still drop dead gorgeous.
We walked to H St and got some sushi, then went to Smith Commons for a drink. One drink turned into three, and we stayed there until about 1am, at which point the place was pretty empty. It was getting late so we walked back to my place.
I had been with Blondie for about 12 hours at this point and was having a great time. There were a few points in the day/night where we could have politely said good bye and separated, but it never came up. One thing just led to the next. So while we were walking I said "Would you like to take a dip in the hot tub?", and she didn't even hesitate, she just said "Sure, but I don't have a suit, but I have a tank top". No problem.
Back at my place we opened a bottle of wine (our third of the day/night) and I poured us each a glass. Blondie said "I'm going to go change", so I threw on a suit and brought the wine outside. A minute later Blondie walked outside in a tiny black thong, a tight white tank top and got in with me.
We relaxed for a while then started kissing and fooling around. After thirty minutes my suit and her shirt came off, then her thong was pushed to the side and we played "just the tip" for a long time. Blondie did the whole "God I want to but we shouldn't" routine, which is basically a cliche in my opinion. Don't get me wrong, I would have loved to have sex with her right then and there, but I wasn't really pushing all that hard (no pun intended) because I did have some minor moral pangs about the fact that HW was still in the picture and it wasn't a very nice thing to do. Also, I didn't have a condom on me, so I had that in the back of my mind as well. Call it splitting hairs, but I really didn't want to have sex with Blondie while I was still technically dating HW.
I'm not sure how, but we stayed in the tub until 5am. My entire body was pruned-up by then, so we climbed out and went to my room. Blondie said "I can't stay, I have to go home", which I thought was ridiculous given the hour and how far she had to drive to get home (she lives about 20-30 minutes from my house) but I said that was fine and walked her out to her car after she put on some clothes.
Sunday was a day of mixed feelings. I was psyched about Blondie, but I dreaded having to break up with HW. I knew it wasn't going to go well at all. It never goes well, clearly, but I had a feeling HW was going to take it very hard, so I REALLY didn't want to do it. To further complicate matters, I had about nine texts from HW asking what I was doing and why I wasn't returning her messages (she was out of town with her girlfriends). I told her I was out on the boat (true) and that my phone had died (a lie).
I decided to break up with HW when she got home Monday.
Friday, October 12, 2012
Blondie
HW is out. Blondie is on deck.
I've been a pussy, I admit it. I should have broken it off with HW months ago, but a combination of laziness, procrastination and lack of balls kept me from doing it. But unlike wine, time doesn't do anything for festering relationships and the longer I waited, the harder it became to do the inevitable.
Then, riding home from work one day I met Blondie, and I had to sack-up and sever ties with HW.
I spotted Blondie walking down the sidewalk near my office one day this spring. She was tall, with long blond hair, killer legs, she is just a really pretty girl. I then saw her again a couple of days later, then once in a coffee shop, then nothing. Every day that I didn't see her I kicked myself in the ass for not introducing myself. It got to the point where I couldn't walk to my car or cross the street for a sandwich without looking for her. I've never been to a shrink, but I don't think it would be a stretch to say I have mild to moderate OCD.
Anyway, after not seeing her for a month I figured Blondie moved back to the place where obscenely beautiful Viking women live when not tormenting DC guys. I was bumbed, but life moves on. Then two weeks ago I was on my bike heading home from work and I spotted her crossing the street and heading right towards me. My light turned green so I called an audible and pulled the bike over (almost in front of her). She didn't even look at me, she kept walking, so I took off my helmet and said "Excuse me, but I see you around here all the time, and was wondering if I could buy you a cup of coffee sometime?". I'm not sure how or why I said that, it just came out of my mouth. She smiled and said "sure", and started to walk away. The whole scene couldn't have been more awkward. I was sitting on my bike in the crosswalk, she was slowly walking away, there were a few people from my office nearby and a homeless guy trying to get me to give him money. It was full-on AWKWARD. I said "What's your name?". She told me, I said "Nice to meet you, I'm...", and that was that.
So, why didn't I ask her for her number? Great fucking question and I have no idea. That's exactly what I asked myself, out loud, after I put my helmet on. Then it occurred to me that I didn't remember her name. I'd been stalking this chick for months, I finally meet her, and I forgot her name, what an asshole. She had just told it to me eight seconds earlier and I could only remember the first lettter. Jesus, I have the memory of a goldfish.
I fired up my bike and rode off, in complete disbelief of my inneptness. I had all the embarrassment of a ridiculously awkward encounter without the payoff of the digits. I half-expected one of those double-decker Brittish tour buses to run me over and complete the circle.
The only thing that kept me from jerking the bike into oncoming traffic on the ride home was the idea that, completely on accident, it was kind of cool that I didn't ask her for her number. Or at least I told myself that it was kind of cool because I didn't seem too anxious (just accept this and move on).
As luck would have it, I was walking to my car last Monday and saw Blondie on the other side of the street waiting to cross in my direction. I waited on my side of the street and kind of waived as she crossed. Long story short, we talked for a minute and I said I was on my way home, but got her number and asked if I could buy her dinner sometime, which she said would be nice.
I had a bit of a moral dilemma here, because I was now making plans to go out with someone else while I was still technically dating HW. After speaking with Blondie last Thursday, we made plans to meet out Saturday, so I only had a few days to break it off with HW before our date. Further complicating the matter was the fact that HW was leaving Saturday morning for a trip, and we already had plans for Friday night. In the end I wound up going out with HW Friday night and decided to break up with her when she got back from her trip.
Saturday I went sailing with Blondie. More to come on that.
I've been a pussy, I admit it. I should have broken it off with HW months ago, but a combination of laziness, procrastination and lack of balls kept me from doing it. But unlike wine, time doesn't do anything for festering relationships and the longer I waited, the harder it became to do the inevitable.
Then, riding home from work one day I met Blondie, and I had to sack-up and sever ties with HW.
I spotted Blondie walking down the sidewalk near my office one day this spring. She was tall, with long blond hair, killer legs, she is just a really pretty girl. I then saw her again a couple of days later, then once in a coffee shop, then nothing. Every day that I didn't see her I kicked myself in the ass for not introducing myself. It got to the point where I couldn't walk to my car or cross the street for a sandwich without looking for her. I've never been to a shrink, but I don't think it would be a stretch to say I have mild to moderate OCD.
Anyway, after not seeing her for a month I figured Blondie moved back to the place where obscenely beautiful Viking women live when not tormenting DC guys. I was bumbed, but life moves on. Then two weeks ago I was on my bike heading home from work and I spotted her crossing the street and heading right towards me. My light turned green so I called an audible and pulled the bike over (almost in front of her). She didn't even look at me, she kept walking, so I took off my helmet and said "Excuse me, but I see you around here all the time, and was wondering if I could buy you a cup of coffee sometime?". I'm not sure how or why I said that, it just came out of my mouth. She smiled and said "sure", and started to walk away. The whole scene couldn't have been more awkward. I was sitting on my bike in the crosswalk, she was slowly walking away, there were a few people from my office nearby and a homeless guy trying to get me to give him money. It was full-on AWKWARD. I said "What's your name?". She told me, I said "Nice to meet you, I'm...", and that was that.
So, why didn't I ask her for her number? Great fucking question and I have no idea. That's exactly what I asked myself, out loud, after I put my helmet on. Then it occurred to me that I didn't remember her name. I'd been stalking this chick for months, I finally meet her, and I forgot her name, what an asshole. She had just told it to me eight seconds earlier and I could only remember the first lettter. Jesus, I have the memory of a goldfish.
I fired up my bike and rode off, in complete disbelief of my inneptness. I had all the embarrassment of a ridiculously awkward encounter without the payoff of the digits. I half-expected one of those double-decker Brittish tour buses to run me over and complete the circle.
The only thing that kept me from jerking the bike into oncoming traffic on the ride home was the idea that, completely on accident, it was kind of cool that I didn't ask her for her number. Or at least I told myself that it was kind of cool because I didn't seem too anxious (just accept this and move on).
As luck would have it, I was walking to my car last Monday and saw Blondie on the other side of the street waiting to cross in my direction. I waited on my side of the street and kind of waived as she crossed. Long story short, we talked for a minute and I said I was on my way home, but got her number and asked if I could buy her dinner sometime, which she said would be nice.
I had a bit of a moral dilemma here, because I was now making plans to go out with someone else while I was still technically dating HW. After speaking with Blondie last Thursday, we made plans to meet out Saturday, so I only had a few days to break it off with HW before our date. Further complicating the matter was the fact that HW was leaving Saturday morning for a trip, and we already had plans for Friday night. In the end I wound up going out with HW Friday night and decided to break up with her when she got back from her trip.
Saturday I went sailing with Blondie. More to come on that.
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