I was shopping at Walmart when I spotted a darker-skinned girl in booty shorts, a mask, and tattoos all over her legs. I approached her from the side of the grocery aisle and said, “Excuse me, I just thought you looked really nice. The thing I noticed about you was that you didn’t look like a typical Fullerton girl.”
From there, it was a standard accusation, flirting, challenging, etc. She was a bold one, though. About 4 minutes in, she looked me in the eye and said, “So you gonna take my number now or what, ’cause I gotta get to shopping.” I was quite shocked and charmed by this response. I took her number and berated myself about not getting her to invest more, although it may have been appropriate for the situation.
I texted her the standard “Random but cool to meet you, are you always so friendly to strangers?” She responded positively, so I asked her if she wanted to talk on the phone while I walk my dog. She did not respond all night; I later found out that she had fallen asleep. She texted me the next day. I was getting pretty “on” vibes from her the whole time I’d known her, so I was excited about the prospect of this being a yes girl, a gift from the Daygame gods.
I asked her if she had been to a lake nearby, and she said no. So, I made plans to take her there for whiskey and wine that night. She asked me to pick her up and then shot me her home address. Jesus, I’ve only known her for a day; she needs to be more careful about these things, lol.
I picked her up and took her to my apartment first and then to the lake where we sat by the water and looked at the moonlight while drinking our whiskey. (I had my dog with me in the car and hadn’t picked up the whiskey and wine yet.) I initiated touch as early as the car. I just did normal “socially acceptable” touch with her, like tapping her shoulder when I want her to listen or placing my hand on her leg or arm when I get excited about a story I’m telling.
I went in for the kiss when we got out of the car in front of my apartment; I was getting vibes that she was into it. It was a pretty easy date; she was a talker, so I let her talk. It was easy enough to let her talk because she had no filter. She would say just about anything, which I thought was cute and bold.
Whenever she said something I thought was interesting, I asked her questions about it and talked about things that popped into my mind while she was talking. When I was getting bored of listening, I just looked away at the moonlight or took a swig of whiskey. I think this had the natural effect of push-pull.
I jumped in the dark water at some point during the date because I felt like it and we were talking about being spontaneous. (Also, I had jumped in the ocean before on a previous date and gotten laid on that one too. Maybe it’s a lucky charm or just shows spontaneity?)
After I got out, I said that I needed to take a shower and pulled her home. At home, there was a little bit of game playing, making out, going cold, etc. She even said, “I’m gonna make you work for that pussy.” (The unfiltered speak I was talking about earlier, lol). But after a couple of times going cold and focusing on the movie I had turned on, she gave in and “gave me the pussy,” as she would put it.