This Girl

This.  Girl.

Having great sex.  She cums.  Right after, she stops me and begins talking about "feelings" and how she hopes this is about more than sex for me.

And then she tells me she's damaged goods.  And that she has baggage and I'll have to deal with that.

Is she worth the trouble I smell coming? 

Florida with her this weekend.  We shall see.

Intrigue..

I dated a girl I was very interested in - I may or may not have mentioned her before...  I don't recall and don't care to look - that didn't seem very interested in me.

After a month, I randomly text her.  I don't know why I did - it was obvious she wasn't in to it by the fact that she hadn't called.  She suggested we catch up, so we're doing so tomorrow.

I suspect I'm wasting my time.  While our first date went well and she was for SURE in to me ...  the second date didn't end in the same manner.

My suspicion?  There was another guy in the picture who won out over me in the short term - but didn't make it the long haul.  Ergo, I am choice number two.

I dunno.  I'm not used to this.  All the other girls I've dated have blown my phone up with text messages or phone calls.  This one - the one I wanted - just disappeared.

At least I know not to get my hopes up.

Maybe now's not the time...

...to play the dating game.

I'm making too many rookie mistakes (Read:  running my damn mouth too much) which makes me think I'm not quite comfortable with my place in this city.

Seriously - I text a new prospect today and talked about her upcoming job interview.  In ONE text, I complimented her smile and quoted Good Will Hunting to ask her out (remember the caramels-are-just-as-arbitrary-as-coffee faux-genius?  yeah.  exactly.).

I barely know this girl!  I'm blowing it very quickly - and that would be okay if I didn't know so much better.  But I do.  I've been on top of this shit for a very long time and only now that I've moved to a new place all by myself do I begin making retarded moves.

At this pace I'll have ruined my shot with every hot girl in Houston by the end of the year!

I think I'll just focus on grad school and golf - much cheaper that way.

Every girl in Houston is busy...

...until they want sex.

I text her on Monday.  No response.  She calls me tonight - 2 minute message about how she's had a crazy week and she's glad it's over.  She would love to see me tonight, and if she can't she'll be sad, "but [she'll] get over it."

Get real woman.  If you wanted to see me you'd have called a few days in advance to set a date up.  As it stands, we've now slept together once (I faked an 'o', by the way - though that's not entirely her fault) and I'm pretty sure you only want to see me because I'm - as you put it - "genetically gifted."

The first two times you called and canceled combined with this confirm my suspicion - you aren't "Miss Right."  I'm not interested anymore.

At least you've given me a good reason now.

The Way It Always Works...

Four girls calling me that I'm not interested in - and the one I am interested in?  Yeah, pretty sure I blew that one.

Let's talk about the one I'm interested in.  Because - I'm interested in her.  Sexy, funny, great first date - I played my cards right and kept my mouth shut and she was very touchy - and she even snuck me a kiss when I (as I always do on date #1) went in for the obvious hug.

So why do I think I screwed the pooch on date number two?  I got nervous - which, summarily, I do not ever do - and blabbed my damned mouth off, which, summarily, I do more frequently than I care to admit.  The second date was at a comedy club - lots of fun and laughter (she was non-stop on the laughter...  cute laugh, too, dammit!) so it all should have gone well.

But lines like, "So you said you had an emergency at work....  and I'm just curious.  What kind of emergency can you POSSIBLY have as a manager at a clothing store?" are just utter tripe.

I could not believe those words escaped my mouth, or that I thought for an inkling of a second that it would be considered funny instead of rude and condescending.

Going in for the double-kiss at the end was foolish, too - I got a peck out of her and went in for a second, only to get the cheek.  Sure, she did the sweet thing and made me come back for another one.  EVERY girl loves to be guilted in to a kiss, right?

Then I called her Saturday and she didn't respond - so I text her on Monday.  She responded immediately and was very funny, so I thought I'd be all right.  I invited her for a drink during the week (knowing her schedule is crazy - something she said up front) and she said "Yes, sounds like a good idea.  I'll have to see when a good day is and get back to you."

That was four days ago.

Now it's time to do something right, I suppose - just forget about that one altogether.  If I DO hear from her again I'll have to wonder if she's actually interested, or if she's just looking for entertainment from a guy who made a complete (while uncharacteristic) douche of himself.

Perhaps fortunately, I don't think I'll have to worry about that at all.

BAM! Welcome.

I moved to Houston two months ago and live in the heart of the city.  Long story short - I love it here.  I've been very successful at work and at play, and I see Houston as a pool of opportunity both professionally and in terms of...  *cough/gasp* ... love.

I'm going to do my best to chronicles my first two months (pre-blog) in separate posts - and if Blogger will let me, I'll edit the posts to reflect the date around which the events noted actually occurred.

No one may ever read this blog.

Let's hope.