This afternoon I’m going to txt the chick I met on Saturday night.
I’m just not sure what to say – I was pretty hammered but I don’t think I did anything stupid except not be on my A-Game. I don’t remember her name except that it starts with S. She did give me her number – I didn’t even have to ask for it.
There are a bunch of married guys who read this blog – I’m sure you can offer some handy advice.
First up, I don’t think her that this is my current (and semi permanent) prefered sexual mix.
3 Comments
Ron
Why not go with the truth? I have always found that this works best over the long term. Suggest that you ring, identify yourself as the person she gave her number to at such and such a bar and say how sorry you were because you were so drunk that you didn’t even remember her name. Say that this is unusual for you but it was a special occasion for some mates of your. Say that you would like to start again and then say “Hi, my name is ….. and I would like to met up for coffee some time when you are free.”
zebra
My reading of the situation is that she is probably masturbating for you already — checking hersself out in slinky high-cut bikini in the mirror, and praying that you and she should become the area’s premiere swimwear fetish couple, and so a honeypot for other speedo-bulging studs…
Dave Evans
Zebra,
Your optimism is infectious!!!
I love it – especially the ‘honey pot for other speedo-bulging studs’.
Dave