Just Call Me Cupid
Valentine's Day is one of those days that seem to make or break people. It's one of the three most important days of the year to a woman (Valentine's Day, their birthday, and New Year's Eve). It also gives guys ample opportunity to royally screw things up. On the flip side, single people seem to make Valentine's Day out to be the worst day of the year. Oh, how could they be alone on such an important day?! Guess what, people? Valentine's Day is merely a creation of the Hallmark Company to bridge the gap between Christmas and Easter. Yes, there was a saint Valentine, and yes the holiday is to recognize him, but the commercialization of the day is strictly for profits. If you are only inspired to be loving towards someone one day of the year, then you have a lot more to worry about than chocolate and flowers, my friend.
This year, I've decided to celebrate the holiday by hosting a singles party. I've invited an even gender split of approximately 15 people, each of whom are required to bring another single friend who's not on the guest list. Should make for a good time, and who knows, maybe someone will make a love connection.
Oh, the Irony
Just a short story before the D-day, er, I mean, V-day weekend. I had some out of state friends come into town last night and we all got together for dinner and then went out to a bar. We got to the bar fairly early in the night, so there wasn't too much of a scene. As the night went on, however, the place began to fill up. There were quite a few attractive girls in the place, but my mojo didn't seem to be working for most of the night. In an effort to shake things up and make the night a little more interesting, we all decided to hit the dance floor.
We're out there dancing for a good while, when I catch the eye of an attractive brunette about ten feet away. Our eyes latch onto each other and her stare pulls me into her vicinity. The two of us begin to dance together and engage in a bit of small talk. She's there with a friend and some tool that the friend works with. We seem to connect well and we're both having a good time just dancing and flirting.
As the night progressed, we continued this little game of seduction, until I found myself wrapped up in her arms, kissing her. We were together for the rest of the night and left the club around 1:30 in the morning. The roommate and her friend refused to go home on their own, so the four of us sat out in front of the club trying to figure out what to do. The girl I was with had driven the three of them and all three of them were too drunk to drive. At this point, I was pretty much done for the night and just wanted to go home. I offered to drive them back to their place, but BarGirl didn't want to leave her car there. And, because the other two wouldn't leave, I couldn't really offer to take her back to my place (actually, I'd already ruled that out since I had to be at work in the morning and didn't want to spend an extra 30 minutes driving people home on my way to the office).
I finally convinced them to take a cab home. We said our goodbyes and when exchanging numbers, BarGirl tells me that her name is, and I quote, "No-H-Sara." Thinking about this site, I nearly started laughing right there in front of her (note that all the names on here are made up as I write the stories and No-H-Sara was a name that I made up for
The Torrid Tale of No-H-Sara story). Once the information was entered into both of our phones, she started in on this big production about how I really 'needed to call her' and she would 'definitely call me' and we should 'get together this weekend,' etc. In short, the desperation was oozing from every pore of her body. I bid them adieu and watched the cab drive off into the night.
A New Blip on the Radar
I moved into a new place recently and have finally managed to get established. When I first moved in, I happened to meet one of the neighbors; a cute blond girl. TheNeighbor was tall, fit and quite friendly and we ended up talking for a good 20 minutes. Turned out that she was still in school at the local university and living with three other girls. Although I feared that she might be a bit too young for me, she piqued my interest, none-the-less, and I decided that I would make an effort to hang out with her some time in the future, after all the craziness involved with moving had settled down.
Last weekend I happened to be coming back from running some errands just as she pulled into the parking spot next to mine. I timed the exit from the car appropriately and started talking her up; all told, we conversed for a good half hour. As we parted ways, we exchanged information and invited her to come by some time to hang out or watch a movie.
Yesterday, I received an email from her asking if we could get together that night and watch a movie. I told her to be at my place at 8:00. Before she came over, I had already relinquished myself from any sort of sexual agenda. I did this for many reasons, but the deciding factors were her age (6 years younger than I am and still in college) and that she is my next door neighbor.
TheNeighbor showed up at my door, straight from the shower and wearing around-the-house type clothes. I gave her a tour of my place, cracked a couple beers and we sat down together on the couch. Ocean's Eleven played in the background as we talked for the next three and a half hours. The conversation flowed quite nicely, although she seemed extremely selective about what information she was willing to divulge about herself. To be honest, I found it to be quite frustrating, namely because she would ask me very personal questions, but when the time came to answer my questions, the question would be discarded altogether or the subject quickly changed. This was further exacerbated by the fact that she seemed quite comfortable in my presence; by the end of the night, she was resting her head on my lap as she lay sprawled out on the couch. I couldn't figure out what she was trying to accomplish; I mean, I understand being coy and mysterious, but if someone is going to play that game, they still need to throw out something unique about themselves every now and again to keep my interest level up. I can have a conversation about the weather with anyone; if I'm making the effort to ask probing questions, it's because I'm genuinely interested in getting to know someone better.
The night ended uneventfully, with me walking her home just after midnight. I think this is someone I wouldn’t mind hanging out with on occasion (as we did have a good time together and seemed to interact well), but I don't really see it going too much further than that.
Disclaimer: The stories contained within this website are for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to something that actually happened is purely coincidental. All names used are purely fictional, just like the characters they represent.
