Hudson says: I don’t have much today. Worked a lot, played a bit in the morning and had phone sex with a girl I may see soon on a trip so that was fun. But feeling a bit run down and don’t really have much to say about it.
I did meet a girl on Saturday night now that I think about it. Do you think we can spot our own? I mean I always tell my friends that to really meet girls, you don’t have to be anything besides, kind, charismatic and an opportunist. Did you ever have those moments where you think later, oh shit I should have said that and so forth. That doesn’t happen to me very often cause I am always looking for that in a person. Waiting for subtle signs and notifications that they share an interest.
I swear I can spot someone who is as into sex as me. I can see them glowing. Don’t ask. Believe.
Anyway, we’re sitting at a bar waiting to meet a girl my friend is dating (and not sleeping with) and we have one beer when this girl next to us is talking to the bartender. She is fondling a tequila bottle. Yes fondling, there is a very phallic looking bottle. I lean over, “um, what’s that?” She replies, inebriated-ly, “it’s tequla, want some?”
Great curly hair, cute body, great teeth and beautiful neck and cleavage. “Who am I to turn down tequila from what looks like a glass dildo?” Wow, i’m subtle.
She laughs, we do a shot together. She tells me her name is Aaliyah, I for some reason don’t believe her. She’s with friends but she’s completely ignoring them talking to me. Complimenting my sweater, sneakers and so forth. She says, I just want to hug you.
“um, ok.” She hugs. She tells me I smell good.
Seriously, let me say this, I am not ugly but I’m not this good looking by any means. I mean girls rarely throw themselves at me. So fuck it right?
She tells me she wants to “pet” me. She runs her hand up my back. Very PG. So here’s my opportunity..
Cautiously but confidently, “Um, I think you would pet me completely different than that.” She runs her hand across my back, scratching a bit this time. I tell her she could do better than that. This time, complete with small moan and eyes half closed, she moans and runs her hand across my back. Really hot.
So I say, “let me show you my trick”, I run my hand across the back of her neck. My fingers run up her head and grab her curly locks and pull just a bit.
She stops everything. Is there a girl out there that doesn’t love that? She literally moans when I do it.
Meanwhile my friend is on the phone with the girl who will later blow him off leaving him to drive home drunk alone later instead of inviting him over. He looks at me. “Time to go.”
I tell Aaliyah I am leaving, get her number and text her on my way out to give her my number. And then I don’t hear from her again till last night at like 12midnight. She texted me. Nothing nutty. Just a hey and I was “the bomb”, which I made fun of her for in the morning.
We talked from bed and came this close to getting pretty dirty. I look forward to hear more from her. Hopefully she’ll admit that that’s not really her name.
