We met at the bar when I talked to her mother.
All the girls have had children young.
All the girls like me, except one who fronts on me so hardcore it's a sure bet that if I was richer and older that she would've sucked my dick on site.
I won't go into all the details, but there was a slight mishap where I didn't say good bye to the one I'm interested in and her daughter.
The cook, her uncle, was mad. Afterwards, I tell them why. She had sent her daughter to do recon on me instead of speaking to me like she usually does. Of course, they don't believe me when I say that the mom and her daughter like me......want to fuck me. My recon with one of the bouncers later tells me that she is a Mormon and is messed up in the head. Of course, I don't believe him.
Fast forward to this past Saturday, it's been months since she's seen me.
Her, "Nice jacket."
Me, "Are those new tattoos?"
The bartender, who also wants her, is telling the Saturday female bartender that I fucked up and how.
It's getting louder in the bar. So, she moves her head closer.
I let her vent about getting laid off from the construction crew that is building a new library at my school. Then I tell her that it sounds like she's taking her anger out on me. She laughs and takes the time to stroke my arm for about 8 inches down, while touching my leg at the same time.
Keep in mind, I'm still facing the bar. She's directly facing me. She's been nursing her almost empty beer for the last 30 minutes.
A guy and girl keep pushing up against us. She's in a protective position that I really didn't notice until she got very catty with the both of them. Something to the effect of find someone else. Her feet were resting on the rungs of my stool. Keep in mind I'm facing the bar.
We almost kiss at least six times. I would have kissed her if I didn't have doubts in my mind from when I talked to her uncle. Talking the game is like talking astrophysics to a wino. The bartender and the cook are thoroughly in the matrix. It was bad for me to even take what they said as worth a grain of salt.
Then she gets up and says that she's going to say good bye to the bouncers and come around and say, "hi" to me. You catch that because I didn't at first.
About 15 minutes pass, and I'm starting to think she ditched me like a college girl would. So, I have to confirm my suspicions that I'm right that she's being true to me.
It's snowing outside. There aren't any fresh tracks in the snow which means no one has moved from the back to the front. You would see the heavy boot print of someone walking, but instead you see the sliding marks of old footprints.
I finish my beer and head to the back because I'm sure that we're leaving together. Man, I tell you I didn't even feel butterflies for the last girl that I posted about on here. Here I am feeling like a 15 year old kid about to go on a date with a girl for the first time.
I open the door to the back after having a cigarette where she could see me. Once inside, the bouncer in the back, along with her, and I have a conversation about bikes. I can't really keep up. He says some matrix shit that I don't know how to respond to and it feels like I don't belong in the conversation. Without looking at anyone in particular, I raise my shoulders and start to back out to the back again with the intention of walking around into the front to get another beer. It's so packed that you don't want to walk through the middle of the crowd.
She immediately makes a b-line for me opening the door for both of us.
Her, "Let me warm up my car."
Me, "You mind if I get a ride back to my dorm?"
Her, "Sure."
We get in the car, and I'm racking my brain about a play that I have to get her to come inside with me. I've already asked her back to my place twice now and got turned down. I already showed her one of the cards in my hand already. She said, "I always see you when I come to the bar. Do you come here a lot?" I tell her, "Maybe you're just lucky. I stop in a few days of the week to grab a beer, but I'm rarely here tonight this late on a Saturday." She kicked some mess to me about me being lucky. Then she changed her statement to me being lucky when I get to Canada. My cloaking wasn't that great on that one.
She stops at the top of the street because some pedestrians are throwing snowballs.
She hasn't looked at me once.
Then we park in front of my dorm the floodgates open. She says you're leaving soon right? I say, "Yes, I'm leaving..."
Her: "After graduation"
Me: "Yes."
Her: "We can meet and see each other at the bar."
(Earlier she told me she comes in on Sunday. The bar is closed then. So she said Monday. That's the day she comes in......or really wants me to come in.)
Her: You're graduating. Do a lot of people come to graduation?
Me: Yes. For some of the black students a lot of extended family comes.
Her: Well, I'll come to your graduation!
(I forgot what else she said that told me she was ready for something to move us forward.)
She looks down at my lips twice. I immediately stick my finger under her chin and move forward to kiss her. We kiss and then she thanks me.
I should have known that was the time to stop, but I moved back in for a second kiss. She kisses me again.
I ask her if she wants to come inside and she tells me everything she has to do tomorrow. She doesn't tell me when I can see her again.
Three strikes. She's giving me a lot of resistance.
However, she's 39 and looks 28. She's by far the best looking woman I've ever kissed or talked to without barring age.
She did ask me if I had her number. I said yes because I thought I did. However there was so much space between us that I deleted her number. She specifically said, "your number hasn't changed has it?" After we kiss.
The next day when I sober up. I had to text her first because I had to find her number to identify her because I don't respond to text's or calls from numbers that I don't know unless I'm looking for a job. Plus, my phone is due to be shut off soon, and I have to let her know if that happens.
All in all this turning out to be the most difficult woman to convert, but I'm not putting in a lot of work either.
Never once has she mentioned the age thing.
My gut tells me that she's just not sure about me. There's something she's insecure about, but it deals with her.
I think she's afraid that I'll leave her after our last conversation, after we kissed, after one night of sex.
It doesn't make sense because she has a lot of guys barking up her tree. She's very fit. She does construction and has a body better than most 20 something year old women.