So my last post was about how I met this kind of large but pretty-faced Mexican girl with light skin, we made out one night, I gave her the 2 finger special the next night outside of a bar with the sun coming out… and we had tentative plans to see each other the next night. I didn’t feel too strongly about it, and was going to wait to see how drunk I got. The main reason was that if I actually met up with her for a third straight night and received the same line of bullshit about not coming back to my apartment, I may start to lose my mind.
So anyhow – she messages me that morning on Facebook, asking me my plans for the day, etc. Like hell I’m actually going to go meet up with her and her friends during the day. That was cute.
I go out for drinks with a couple friends of mine. We wait in line forever to get into some garbage college bar. We leave shortly after. My friends girlfriend shows up with her friends, a few are actually genuinely cute. I’m hoping to get to know these chicks. Unfortunately, they start moaning about their sore feet in heels, and how they’ve got to pee, and such. They need a bar to go to, and they need one now. I can’t think of a particular bar, just an area with lots of bars. This isn’t good enough for them, and they leave. I was kind of upset about that, and I guess the takeaway is that next time I need to have an exact bar in mind and lead the situation.
Anyhow – we get to the bar after a lot of walking. It’s a place that specializes in tequila, and there’s this cool, albeit sweaty, underground, dimly lit area, playing popular music. We head down there. I get a drink and I see this girl next to me really rocking out to a Madonna song. So I start talking to her, and she’s from Brazil. She doesn’t appear that cute, but fuck it. I’m frustrated from the night before, and she seems like she’s there on her own. We dance a bit, she’s kind of awkwardly dancing like a club girl, “dropping like it’s hot” etc. Enough time goes by, she won’t stop talking, and I basically just go for a kiss to get it over with. I didn’t feel much attraction to this girl, I just thought she’d probably come home with me that night. I don’t kiss her much, I caress instead, as I had planned in my last post, the day before.
We leave, and there appear to be cockblocks. Her friends were next door. She’s wasting my time, so I go back to the bar to see my friends. She eventually comes back to the bar. She wants another beer. I tell her lets get a drink somewhere else, and I tell her we can grab a beer at the store and head to my apartment. This didn’t work, and in hindsight, I should have just got the beer at the store first, and taken her as a “special secret” to my place. So I messed that up as well. We go to a bar, at first it’s kind of cold between us. She actually shifts herself away from me in this rounded booth we’re sitting in. She starts talking about her boyfriend back in Brazil, and a load of other bullshit that I don’t want to hear. I’m trying to decide what to do with this girl now. She’s crazy. I start texting my friends seeing if they’re still out. I also send a Facebook message to the Mexican girl with the pretty face who is asking me to come meet her. I text her to ask where she’s at. She doesn’t reply in time, and I’m trying to make a strategic decision here, so I text her again and tell her I’m in the area. She still doesn’t reply…
Meanwhile, crazy Brazilian girl is getting more and more unappealing. She’s kind of dressed skanky and she’s got a few too many rolls in her belly. But I get back from going to the bathroom and decide I might as well play games with her. So I joke about sex with her, I tell her to act romantic with me and we’re feeling eachother up… it’s seeming like something has to go down.
I can’t remember what happens then – but we end up walking to the nearest train station so she can go home. Evidently she didn’t want to come back to the apartment. On the way to the train station, I see the Mexican girl’s friends waiting for a cab! Goddamn, the chances of this happening in NYC are so slim… and there’s the Mexican girl, with her back to me. One of her friends grabs me, as if I’ve committed some terrible crime, my adrenaline shoots up, and I say “This is my friend and I’m taking her home” – and rip my phone out, pretend to look at something, and keep walking with my head down. That shit really spooked me at the time, but it was Pretty Faced Mexican’s fault. She should have contacted me again if she wanted to meet up. It can only mean that she wasn’t going to come home with me, and so forget her. Not worth the trouble.
So … Crazy Brazilian catches up to me and we’re saying goodbye. I tell her I’m going to sleep. She says she wants another beer, however at this point it’s 4:30 in the fucking morning, and all the bars are closed. I tell her she can grab a beer at the bodega around the corner. She does. She starts drinking in the street like the skeezy raver girl that she evidently is. I tell her to stop and go drink in the subway or somewhere that’s not in the goddamn street.
Now all of a sudden she wants to go drink at my apartment… Argh. We walk BACK to my apartment. I’m keeping the conversation sexual, making jokes about how she’s not allowed to have sex with me or something along those lines. She fiends for cigarettes and bums several, she’s talking about her boyfriend, etc. This girl is a pain in the ass.
We get to the apartment and I take her up to my rooftop. The sun is coming out. We lay down on a blanket. I start caressing her small breasts, then I’m fingering her. Pretty scumbag-worthy that I am fingering my second random stranger in 2 days, outside. Anyway, we keep at it, she’s now got her hand in my pants, I’m hoping no one else is on a higher roof looking…
It gets hotter, I pull out the wallet conny, she takes her shorts off, her pussy is just out there for anyone to see in the bright light of the sunrise, and I plow her on my rooftop. It didn’t last long, as she nearly had me finished with her hand, and it had been a little while since my last. I tie off the condom and throw it over the roof. A bird nearly intercepts it. That would have been awesome.
I try to tell her she can still catch a train. She doesn’t. Instead she wants to go find a fucking cigarette again. It’s 5:30 AM now. There are just old chinese men walking around. I consider just closing the door on her and going to sleep, but I’m not THAT much of a scumbag. So we walk for 5 minutes. Then we go to sleep. I don’t touch her or try for anything else with her that night or in the morning. I’m not attracted to her, I’m exhausted, and I have a baseball game to attend in the afternoon.
So I fix her up some breakfast like gentleman, walk with her to her train, give her a kiss on the cheek, and send her on her way. I never asked her for her number nor did I want to. I’m not too proud of the caliber of my last two hook-ups, but it’s better than nothing, I suppose, and it at least makes for good stories. I am ready for a more attractive girl next time.
