So I had started a conversation with this lady that was sitting next to me on the train. At that moment she appeared to be in her early thirties, but what really got my attention was her big curly hair – I’ve always had a thing for curls. We get to chatting about god knows what and to my surprise, her dialect isn’t matching her age. She speaks like a young girl in her early twenties, but I ignore my urge to call her out on it for trying to relate to me; we exchange numbers, and I exit at my stop shortly after.
A day later she began texting me asking, me when we would be meeting up for a “first date”. I politely decline her offer because I wasn’t all that into her aesthetically. Besides, I had a few other girls that I can hang out with if I wanted to so she wasn’t the primary thing on my mind. Although she did follow up; she would send me a text every other day asking if I wanted to hang out. This carried on for about two weeks, and I’d politely decline all her offers.
Then one evening a girl who I had scheduled to hang out with cancelled on me at the last minute. I began going through my contacts searching for alternatives and she popped up in my mind. ” The Lady From The Train ” – I knew she was into me and would gladly hang out with me any chance she had gotten. So I text her ” Hey, if you’re free come join me at my place for a few glasses of wine. What time can you get here? “. I’m thinking I would just hang with her at home, get laid and call it a day.
She replies that she would rather not travel, but that I could come meet her at her apartment for the same experience. I ignored it and just reached out to a few other women to see if they would want to hang out.
It was getting late and after no one I knew was available I picked up my cell to give her a call. I figured I could charm her into coming on over to mine in a couple minutes on the phone. She answered with that young girl voice vibrating with excitement. We talked a bit, but my charming efforts weren’t as successful as I had hoped. Turns out she has to wake up early, so leaving home is out of the question. Although she still extended her offer to have me over. I was about to decline and then she said ” Come on over, I’ll pay someone to cook for us”. ” Pay someone to cook for us?” I said to myself. I then replied to her ” Ok I’ll come , give me a hour “.
She texts me her address, I get dressed, and jump on the train to head to the city. When I arrived I just couldn’t seem to find her building, I’m pacing up in down the block its said to be located on, but I just didn’t see it. I reach in my pocket for my phone, call her, and she instructs me to where her place is. Its this small door that looks like a fire exit door to a big building. I ring the door bell she , three bright lights instantly flash, one even appears to scan my face from the top to bottom before I could blink. After I am buzzed in, I hop into button-less elevator and it just begins taking me up to hers. When the elevator opens she’s standing there smiling, in a beautiful tortoise dress, and without any shoes on . She greets me with a warm hug, hands me a glass of wine, and tells me to make myself at home.
At this point my bloods rushing, I look around an notice that she is living in a luxury three story pent house apartment. There is a set of swivel stairs in the center of the pent house that takes you from one floor to the next. I instantly wipe the “Shock & Awed” look from my eyes and throw my game face on. I repeat to myself ” Millionaire shmillionaire.. she’s no different than any other”.
At this point she wandered off to I’m not sure where. So I begin giving myself a tour of the place. I grab ahold of this electronic record player on the second floor that appears to be playing music throughout the whole house, and put on one of my favorite songs. I hear her yell something out from downstairs, so I make my way to the bathroom, and head down to her to finally get to know her. When I get to the first floor I see her with her back turned, rinsing something in the sink. Now its time to bring her into the present moment – I slowly step up behind her, place one hand on each side of her waist and whisper “hey princess” into her left ear. She’s startled, flushed, and giggling from the jolt I sent creeping up her spine.
She begins asking me all of these questions about my life and from the glint in her eyes I can tell that she’s just happy to be around me. We continue to talk with just a few 2-3 second ” awkward pauses” and before you know it we’re making out one the plush sofas on the second floor.
I’d kiss her, she would pull away and talk. She would kiss me, I would pull away and talk. Then she suggested we head to the top floor so she could show me the view of the city from the patio. We walk on up there and I’m just on a natural high from all of the visuals. My gut then says to me ” Alright, now go home.. Be the one to end the date”. I ignore it. My mind takes over and wants to enjoy the view just a little more. Just moments after the alert from my gut, she suggest I get going so she could prepare herself for bed.
I grab her, make out with her passionately once more, and look deep into her eyes as I say my good byes. She walks me all the way outside, hails me a yellow taxi, stands there waving and smiling as the cab pulls off.
I lean back in the cab, throw my hands behind my head and merely thankful for having had that experience.
Lets see where this leads…
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