"I told you I wouldn't call, I told you I wouldn't care, but baby climbing the walls gets me nowhere; I don't think I can take this bed getting any colder; come over, come over, come over, come over." Sam Hunt, "Come Over"
OK, he blew it. He knew it the moment she said the words, "I think we'd be better off not being exclusive to each other anymore; besides our relationship isn't going anywhere."
He was lost in the moment, "What the hell did she really mean? Was this how she really felt now or was it a test to see if he would fight for her?"
Later, he would be lost in how it all started with her. He met her at a club, she was there with her sisters. He arrived at the club with his roommate who really never had to chase women because women would just migrate to him. Even if women were out on a date; some would slip away from their date, so they could slip his roommate their phone number.
He would often smile and say, "I'm innocent here, I didn't start anything, she came to me."
On that night at the club, when she walked into the room all eyes were on her. She was a petite, 5'3," olive skinned beauty; reminiscent of an Italian or French girl. She wore a simple, but stunning white dress. It was a perfect complement to her skin tone. She looked so carefree with mid length brown hair and sultry brown eyes. She was probably about 103 lbs., with perky B cups and beautiful shapely legs. When she smiled it was devastating; pearly white teeth with a small mouth and luscious lips on a delicate jaw line. Like an angel.
The first thing he did was to "claim her as his target." He turned to his roomie and declared, "She's mine, until I give up the chase!"
His roommate, honoring "guy code," smiled and confirmed, "All yours, now don't blow it and go get her." As a good friend, his roommate proceeded to ignored her and even kept distance from her and her sisters.
And so, he launched right into action without hesitation; walking through the crowded club right up to her and saying, "Hi, you look great tonight, I was just hoping you might want to dance?"
She smiled and said, "Sure, ok."
As the first song ended, she walked away and said, "Thank you for asking."
But he wasn't going to just give up and let her walk away, he offered, "Hey, you and your friends (sisters) don't seem to have anything to drink, let me fix that for you."
What he didn't realize was that being nice to her sisters had just bought him instant credibility and an opportunity to chat her up. Also, getting her sisters to signal "he's OK," was a big step forward in getting further with her. He asked her to dance again, bought her and her sisters more drinks, chatted them all up, more drinks and more dancing.
As the evening wound down and many were headed for the door he asked her for her phone number, but she replied "Maybe, I'll see you here next time and we can dance and chat some more?"
Then he tried a harder closing proposition. He took a bold tone and said, "Look, I'm not a player. I don't hang-out at clubs just to try to meet girls, I'm just a hard-working successful guy, who enjoys life and having fun."
He held eye contact with her and took her smile as a further opening, so he pushed ahead, "Hey, maybe we just grab a coffee soon or even one evening of dinner and a show; what do you have to lose?
She smiled, "Ok but, you are going to call me, right?" "I don't like being asked for my number and then never hearing from someone again." With that she typed her number into his phone. Her name was Patricia, but she went by the nickname, "Trish."
Their first date was dinner and a comedy show. She stood close to him in line and picked at his sweater. She looked at him and whispered, "I'm glad you called; I didn't think you were serious about really asking me out."
He picked up her queue and said, "I'm a man of my word, maybe I'm the guy who will never disappoint you?" That was bold, but it seemed to resonate with her.
For the rest of the evening their conversation was light and pleasant, he felt calm, and confident. That worked for Trish, as she seemed way more interested in him now, then she did at the club. As they waited for the show, she pulled closer and clung to his arm. The dinner was perfect, the show very funny and evening came to an end too soon as he drove her back to her home.
As they got to her doorstep, he leaned in and said, "I hope you had fun tonight, I sure did."
Before he could say anything more, she responded, "Me too," and leaned in to give him a solid kiss on the lips, but no tongue.
That first date became consecutive weekends of dates, phone calls and shared activities. He was on top of the world; finally graduated from college after completing a very a hard major, then finally landing his first good job and now dating the girl of his dreams that seemed to be adoring him more and more each day.
The first night's kiss had quickly become erotic tongue action with her pelvis digging into this thigh and boy could she kiss. Her passionate kissing was like nothing he ever experienced; soft with a building intensity that aroused him instantly. He suspected she wasn't inexperienced or a virgin. She mentioned once about having dated an older man while still a freshman in college and that her last boyfriend was a blue-collar working guy, who pushed her boundaries. He could care less about her body-count and in-fact he was grateful that she was his uninhibited partner now. She seemed to embrace her sexuality without guilt or fear, but he hadn't gone all the way with her yet.
That would soon change, as their very next time together was when he invited her over for a mid-week dinner at his place; his roommate was out and he anticipated he might get lucky with her, if the timing was right. He wasn't disappointed; she arrived at his apartment in a pretty blue sweater and slacks. As the night wore on after dinner and good conversation, they relaxed on the couch and she kissed him deeply sucking his tongue in an erotic manner like she was sucking a cock.
Holding her in his arms he looked at her and said, "I could totally just eat you for dessert!"
She kissed him and said, "I really wish you would." And with that, they retired to his room.