I called her back yesterday and she wanted me to leave the house immediately and come meet her for coffee. I told her that wasn't happening because I had my own schedule to work under. She then asked when I could meet her and her friend, and I told her about an hour or so. She said they'd be there waiting. I showered and shaved very slowly, purposely taking my time since I was getting ready for a big night after the coffee meeting anyway, and soooooo, two hours later I called saying I'd gotten stuck in line at the bank (I had, but only for about fifteen minutes) and that I'd be there in about twenty. She was very disappointed (which I relished because she's flaked on me a million times) and said they were about to leave because she had other plans. She asked if we could reschedule for today, and I said sure and that I'd call her. She asked if I was free later that evening, and I said no, that I was going to a nightclub with friends. She said if I was bored after I left the nightclub much later on in the night, I could call her and hang out because she'd be up really late. "What time is too late?" I asked, and she said, "Oh, nothing's too late." That's somewhat unlike her, and not really the sort of thing you set up with someone you're trying to keep away, but whatever.
I didn't end up hanging with her late that night because I got involved with some
crazy bitch, but I did as she asked anyway...when I rolled into the house at 6:55 this morning, I called and left her a voicemail saying, "Hey! I'm free now."
Today she called me again, and again demanded that I drop what I was doing and meet her immediately, and again I told her there'd be a wait involved. We decided to meet in an hour for drinks at an upscale restaurant downtown where I'm a regular, and this time I got ready quickly and sped there. I was walking to the restaurant when she drove past me into the parking lot down the block, but she didn't see me, so I darted down the sidewalk and inside, and quickly ordered a glass of wine. Minutes later, when she strolled in, I put down my glass, looked at my watch, and said, "...Fuck took you so long?"
Every head turned when she walked in, all flowing hair and beaming smile and mind-boggling cleavage in a way-too-tight white v-neck tee. Lots of qualification the whole time, 'cause the whole staff knows me and by total coincidence, I happened to know several people who came in. It really wasn't anything I was *trying* to make a show of, but I could tell she was impressed.
Since I had nothing to lose, I was very different from any other time we've hung out. I was really laid-back and kinda flip and brutally honest. I adopted this really comfortable, dominant posture that suggested we were on my turf (which we were, 'cause I practically live at this place). I wasn't gonna mention it, but since she asked what kept me out so late last night, I told her about last night with the crazy bitch, but edited the frustrating elements out of the story and only told the basic facts--almost immediately after meeting we spent hours crawling all over each other in a nightclub, went to a diner, spent an hour in my car parked in an abandoned lot, then at 4:30 we went to her house, got into bed, and I left at dawn. She responded by informing me that she's gotten back together with the douchebag bf AGAIN. I simply nodded and said "Hm," but she kept needling for an opinion, so since she asked, I very calmly, in a tone that was specifically NOT jealousy but kind of haughty disgust, without yelling or smiling, informed her that she's stupid and immature and I've never known anyone to continue making the same fucked up mistake as many times as she has, and I no longer respect her and in fact, in the moment, was disgusted by her. She knew I wasn't joking and that it wasn't coming from me feeling spurned and she asked me to have faith in her. I put my glass down, gave a withering stare, and said, "...Have WHAT??" It was so intimidating she began giggling with embarrassment, looked down, and repeated it. I sniffed, "Oh, you ARE outta your fuckin mind." She asked why I was still there with her then, and I said, "Purely because I have a half-full glass of wine," and she knew I meant it.
Since she'd really rubbed me the wrong way with that, I went much harder with the negs and started talking really dirty and making really overt sexual statements, which I have
never done with this girl. She commented on me staring at the hostess' ass whenever she passed, and laughed and said she'd never seen anyone be so shameless. I said I didn't give a shit, because I make no apologies for being a man who loves women. "Women love that," I said, eyeing her hungrily over my glass. There was a really odd stain on the tremendous underside of her right breast, and I pointed it out to her, but she couldn't see it over the hills, and she kept trying to find it, so finally I just reached out and poked it--"There." She didn't know what it was and I said it looked like semen. She laughed really hard.
A: "Look, my boobs are gigantic, I get all kinds of stuff on 'em."
Me: "I bet not nearly as much as you should."
A: "Fine, I'll strap 'em to you one day and see how you like it."
Me: "Hey, you can strap 'em to me right now."
A: "Oh, you'd love that, wouldn't you?"
Me: "Bathroom's right there. C'mon."
A: "I meant I've give my boobs to you."
Me:
(Smiles, whispers) "Yesssssssssssss."
A: "I meant, you carry twenty pounds of extra weight just hanging!"
Me: "Oh, I carry twenty pounds hanging."
A:
(Smirk) "...Yeah, okay, sure."
Me: "I lied, wait...
(Counts on fingers) ...Twenty-SIX."
We talked about her breasts for a really long time after that (during which I asked her size point blank, she told me to guess, I did, and I was right) and she showed me a picture of this cute girl she just met at a party and said before she passed out last night she thinks the girl was trying to get her to have lesbian sex. I said, "OH, so that's not SEMEN. Okay, gotcha." She told me I wished; I said I might. She had some pasta and dropped a big piece, and I laughed.
Me:
(Laughing)
A: "You didn't see that! Don't laugh!"
Me: "Uh, I saw--it almost fell right between your tits!" (It didn't, I was just fucking with her.)
A: "You think
everything's between my tits!"
Me: "
I'm not. Yet."
A: "You
want everything to be between my tits."
Me: "Oh, yeah. I want the whole
world between your tits."
Her phone rang and she answered it at the table. I snapped my finger at her, made a nasty face, and jerked my thumb toward the window. "Go!" I whispered. She followed the order. When she came back I just kept being dirty and negging her and making comments about other girls' bodies, and she was TOTALLY digging it and started telling me how I need to come visit her at school so we can hang together and she can show me all this stuff. When we both left, she gave me the longest,
tightest hug and then informed me that she was walking me to my car.
This was also really handy because I'm into several of the girls who work at the restaurant and they saw (and overheard, I'm sure) me with her...and one of the waitresses was also at the nightclub last night and saw me grinding and groping with the crazy bitch, so I'm sure she and all the girls on staff gossiped about how I, of all people, was macking with two good looking girls in less than 24 hours.
It was the most bizarre thing. I think A was
really turned on.