the sexual me pt5
2001-09-12 - 12:21 p.m.
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Welcome to GoLive CyberStudio 3 the sexual me pt.5 I called her a nine that night to see if she made it back all right. She seemed surprised I called, and didn't know what to say. Usually I wait a certain number of days after I meet a girl, that are proportionate to how I feel and how busy I am at the time. The next night I went out, I caught myself thinking of her, even when surrounded by a roomful of women. She came up to do the chartiy AIDS walk, and she called. I wasn't around, as I went to watch ALL of the football games with my friend, Elvis. (not to be confused with Hellvis, which is someone totally different.) So I returned the call when I got back. She called later that night, and we talked for awhile. Still natural, still brisk. I told her about my night, and that I had been in a room full of women, and I thought of her. She seemed to appreciate it. "Awwww. That's so sweeeeet." I asked her out to dinner some time this week, and she agreed, laying out her schedule, and letting me know that 'anytime' she's free (i.e. not class) is cool. I could hear her desire through the phone when we talked about seeing each other again. And when we said goodbye, she said it all softly and sweet. I really like this girl. Addendum: I emailed her on monday subject: your hot body Hey, I thought of you today, and it made me smile. -Argentum I received no response. I had planned on asking her out on Tuesday, but with the national tragedy, I felt like watching the news. So I sent her a chatty, yet witty email. Just basic conversation. And still no response. So I called her last night, and it went really smoothly. Good conversation. Good connection. Good chemistry. The emails must have worked. Today I find this in my inbox: Subject: Re: hiya.
Date:Wed, 12 Sep 2001 15:11:14 +0100
u have wrong email address. am not lydia.
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