A Quick End

I first went out with MW a week ago.  After a long day attending a class in San Francisco, she wanted to meet up, so I agreed, and we had drinks, or rather I had drinks, and we had dinner.  It was a pleasant evening, if I may use that term.

I never got a good look for her, except her chest region, because she decided to expose the ol cleavage.  A nice effort on her part.

I decided that I wanted to see her again, so we made plans for a second date, which was last night.  Dinner, drinks, and a movie.

Again, I was the only one who had a drink (two large beers).

I was immediately uncomfortable.  She kept staring at me in a somewhat creepy way.  While she would do it she would smile in a creepy way as well.  I drank my beers fast in an effort to get comfortable.  I didn’t work.

Then she was immediately on a first name basis with our server, Sara.  I don’t know why that made me feel weird, it just did.  I’ve never been out with someone who actually kept using the server’s name.

When the dinner and drinks were over, we had some time to kill before seeing the movie, so we played air hockey.  The three game series was lopsided, with me winning 7-2, 7-3, and 7-2.  During this time she got a little warm, so she took off her coat.  Now this was the first time I had seen her in this fashion and saw the arms: big.  While we were walking I also got a look at the backside: big.

Everything was big.  I began to question my judgment.  Was I not paying close attention last week?  I guess not.  My only hope at this point was that the movie was good enough to provide a nice distraction where I could just lose myself in it.  Thankfully, it did.  I will write about Pirate Radio later, but I will see this now – you MUST see this movie.

That’s it.  Date over.  No more.