..and a nice long hands holding walk…then find a nice quiet place to *cough* talk
The Brown Eyed Girl
After reading this you may say, “J.R. this sounds kind of familiar.” It’s not. Trust me. Each lady is unique and special in her own right. Every woman that I date or have any kind of feelings for, helps shape me into the person I am and the person I will become. I’m not on a quest for “The One”, but if she comes along at some point, I’m not going to object.
As we go through life, relationships start and relationships end. No matter how bad things may become at the end, there is always something positive you can take from it. I know this because I’m old enough and I’ve been doing this long enough. I’m just sayin…
[Buffalo, NY. Present day]
It started innocently enough. She and I had mutual Twitter followers and she saw a tweet I had on someone’s timeline and obviously thought it was off the hook. It probably was. She started following me and in turn I started following her.
I saw her tweets and laughed. She saw some of mine and laughed. At one point there was a direct message (DM) sent. That much I’m sure of. She says she sent it and I have no reason to doubt her. Therefore, the official story is that SHE sent the initial DM.
We traded a few mildly flirty tweets back and forth. Nothing more than PG. There were also a couple DMs that went back and forth, but again, nothing in the NC-17 range. At least not at first. It was good clean fun. And boy was it fun!
Her Twitter avatar was cute but kind of small, and I asked if she could e-mail me a couple pictures. She did and they were a solid G rating. Very cute, but nothing you would be afraid to show your grandma or the minister up the street. I believe the word “yowza” was tossed out there, but I won’t admit to that. Not yet anyway.
It was a cool Saturday night in the B-Lo (Buffalo, NY) and I was kickin it on the couch with Drama Queen. I told her we would sit and watch a movie and she was pleased. We dug through the crappy selection in pay-per-view and she couldn’t find anything to watch.
I started digging through the DVD selection and she was like a parrot, squawking “No” every time I mentioned something. She had an interest in watching Seven, but we were halfway through “Greed” when she got bored (not freaked out. Bored) and wanted to watch something else.
Back through the DVDs and again is was a huge no-fest. I finally said, “You’ve never seen Tommy Boy, so we’re gonna watch that.” She sighed, said, “Whatever”, and I popped it in the DVD player.
She laughed throughout the movie, but at the end when I asked her how she liked it, she said, “It was OK.” Seriously. I don’t get 13-year-old girls. She laughs her ass off at lame shit on Youtube and Disney Channel, but the magic of Chris Farley & Davis Spade is, “just OK”? Geez…..
About halfway through the movie The Brown-Eyed Girl and I started DM’ing. I do remember it was I that started it this time and we kept up the DMs until shortly after the movie was over.
The flirting was getting a bit heavier, but still nothing too severe. At one point I threw down my digits and suggested we text since there were more characters per message than Twitter. We texted throughout the night, laughing about stupid shit and having a good time.
She later told me she was shy at first and that I “knocked it outta her”. I don’t ever remember her being shy, but I guess I’ll take her word for it. I’m also not sure how I “knocked it outta her” since I’m in Buffalo and she’s, well, not.
This morning I asked her what she meant by “Knocked it outta her”, and she told me that I “encouraged her inner bad girl to come out.” That wasn’t my intention. I swear. I’m not complaining that it happened, but it wasn’t my game plan going in. I had no real game plan. I was just having fun.
She also told me that I’m “smooth”. For the record I am so NOT smooth, but I guess if she wants to believe it, who am I to stop her? God bless her for thinking that.
The bottom line? At 4:57 AM Eastern time I finally crashed into bed. I was thoroughly exhausted, but in a very good way. We said our good nights and it was lights out for daddy. I bet I was in bed less than 30 seconds when I fell asleep with some very, very good thoughts in my head.
P.S. In regards to that first DM: Apparently I said something in the general Twitter stream and she DMd me saying I was a “Naughty daddy”. I will neither confirm nor deny that I am a naughty daddy. Instead, I will leave it up to you to decide.