This is a true story and all the events actually happened as described.
Every word of this story is true, exactly as it happened. Even though it took place years ago I remember the details as if it were yesterday.
This story begins many years ago when I was 24 years old and in my second year of medical school in Philadelphia. It was a very difficult time to meet females. This was before computer dating and since I had to devote most of my time to study, I had very little time and opportunity to meet members of the opposite sex.
Saturday night was my night to go looking. This particular night, fate brought me to a local bar where singles congregated. I tend to be more of a passive observer of life rather than an active participant. In a word, I was an introvert. Not the least bit outgoing, I was at the opposite end of the spectrum from "The life of the party." I was never comfortable approaching a strange woman and striking up a conversation. Once it was started, I had no problems but just that initial approach was difficult for me.
Years later I still had that problem. I was dating a psychologist, nothing serious, and asked her what a good opening line would be.
"Something really clever" I said.
She said "You don't need anything clever. Most guys don't have anything clever to say. You'r a good looking guy, just start a conversation."
"It's just not that easy" I replied.
She said "OK, lets have a little experiment. Lets go to a pickup bar, go in separately, you stay close to me and listen to what guys say when they hit on me."
I said "Hey, that sounds like fun. I might learn some clever lines. Lets do it."
I listened as she was approached by numerous guys who, much to my disappointment, came up to her and pretty much said "How are you doing?"
Afterwards, in an analysis of the evening, I said "So that's it. All they say is "How are you doing?"
She said "No, that's too formal. They don't say "How are you doing." "They slur it and make into one word like "Haayadoin."
I said sceptically that's it, "Haayadoin?"
She said "That's it. That's all you have to say. Just try it out. If a woman is interested, she will answer back and you'll be on your way."
I was still skeptical but I said, "OK, I'll give it a try."
The next time I saw a good looking woman sitting by herself at a bar, I sat down beside her and when she turned to see who just sat down, I smiled and said "Haayadoin?"
To my amazement, she responded in kind, smiled at me, and the hook was set the conversation was started and I reeled her in with ease.
I thought "Wow, all these years of trying to think of some clever approach, and that's all it took!"
But I digress. Since it was years before I acquired the afore mentioned magical phrase, I was just standing at the edge of the dance floor, observing the various life forms as was my usual practice. My attention was especially drawn to a particularly attractive, slim, animated female who always seemed surrounded by a group of admirers, both male and female. She was obviously an alpha female and the life of the party. Certainly not someone who was approachable by me, especially since I had not yet learned the magical greeting phrase. As my gaze wandered around the floor, looking for a female at the opposite end of the greek alphabet who might actually be approachable, suddenly there was the alpha female right in front of me, actually saying something to me!
I looked around to see if it was me she was really talking to or just talking through me at some alpha male standing behind me. When I realized she was talking to me, I stupidly said "What?"
She just smiled and said "Would you like to dance?"
A line from an old joke "Wood eye, wood eye" ran through my mind but I managed to say "Sure." "You bet" was not a popular phrase at the time.
It was a slow dance and when I had her in my arms, I realized she was thin, but not too thin, tall, but not too tall and very good looking with small features, perfect teeth, black hair cut short and blue eyes. In short, she was like a high performance sports car, good looking and built for speed. That night, I was in a zone with my bon mots, charm and wit flowing off my tongue effortlessly. She brought out the best in me even though we were clearly opposites. She was totally extroverted. She was the yin to my yang. Maybe opposites really do attract. At the risk of sounding immodest, she seemed attracted to me as well.
At the end of the evening, when I asked if I could give her a ride home, Chickie (her real name was Pat) said her girlfriend drove and she would tell her that I would take her home. As I got to know her, I found out it was her modus operandi not to drive, so that if she met a guy, she could leave with him. It turns out she lived not far from the bar, on a fairly busy street. I parked in front of her house, wondering if I should chance an attempt at a goodnight kiss, when she moved over to me, started kissing me and rubbing herself up against me.
She said "Please do me a favor and make me cum. I have to have an orgasm every night or I can't sleep."
Never in my young life had I encountered a female who was this straight forward and forthcoming! You have to remember, this was back in a time before females asked men to dance and before females really talked honestly to men about sex and a date was classified in baseball terms such as getting to first base, second base, etc. Here was a woman inviting me, practically a lifetime singles hitter, to home plate even before I knew the game had started! In any event, I quickly complied and slipped my hand under her skirt, and inside her panties which were already soaked from anticipation. I proceeded to play with her and in much too short a time she had a moaning, thrashing orgasm. She then sat up, thanked me, gave me her phone number and went into the house, leaving me in a state of aroused shock.
