Day 2 with Jailbait^2: Its a beautiful thing when everything goes right

I have a feeling I’m going to put this post up as Private.  I’m starting to get more and more paranoid if I will be able to always keep this blog private, plus there’s no real “pickup” value in this, just me being sappy and romantic after a great date.  I really can’t stop thinking about this girl, which just means I sincerely like her, and in my best ways of dealing with it is to get down on paper, or blog, or whatever.

I honestly think the reason why I’m so excited is because I made this happen top to bottom.  Years ago when we first met, I knew if I treated this girl nicely it may be a future investment.  I knew she’d be super cute as she grew up, and when we hung out my game put everything together.  Its a pride thing as much as its an attraction thing.  I really put a lot less value on the not-so-attractive girls I meet online (rightfully so), and to have things happen through real life is so much more rewarding.

It all started because I recently went back into my Myspace to troll for old prospects, one in particular (who isn’t Jailbait^2) – who I also managed to get in touch with.   Myspace is conveniently using full names to display their emails, and I used it to find Jailbait^2 on Facebook.

We started messaging and she was pretty happy to talk to me again.  I honestly wouldn’t say there was like this apparent sexual attraction, it felt more social, but I was alright with that because she is a cool girl.  Also, she’s a very sweet and happy person, so its very easy to get that confused with sexual attraction (see ZenPrincess).

Either way, I would tell her we should hang out, she gave me her number fairly easily, but nothing came to fruition.  I wasnt taking it all that seriously.  Especially because I would txt or message her and she didn’t seem like she was jumping to respond.

Then, last week, she txted me out of out the blue asking me what I was doing on Friday.  I got excited, but when I txted her back, “some things are in the air, but nothing in stone.  Why, you wanna get together?” there was no response.

I just figured it was typical flakey girl stuff, but a few days later she txted again that she was sorry, had misplaced her phone, and still wanted to get together Friday.

I was slightly skeptical, and I was fine to set the day aside, because I would just write or hang out anyway.

It got to Friday, and we started txting.  I was saying we should get together around 9, and she was cool with that.  Then a little later on, she wrote again that she had tickets for a concert.  And then she said she was tired, and would rather nap, then she ended up going to the concert anyway.

Phew, what a pain in the ass.

I just went to the gym, then went to a bookstore to work on some writing projects.  I did want to meet up with her, but I had my own life to focus on.  I think about how much of a difference this is between my old AFC self and how I am now.  As much as I wanted to see her, I’m not just going to wait for her to bless me with her presence.

Anyway, she did call around 10, but since it was late and she had class the next day, she said we couldn’t really go out anywhere.  I suggested she come over to my place and she said yes.

Now I’m thinking this is on like the break of dawn.  I gave her directions, but unfortunately, my phone started fucking up, and when she got in my hood, she called to get directions because she got lost, but it wouldn’t connect.  I called her after she didn’t show up for an hour, and she said she’d gone back home.

Since we weren’t going to see each other, we started talking.  Like how crazy it is that we’d known each other for so long, and then on some really nerdy and dorky topics.  It was a great convo, lots of laughing and giggling.  It just felt good.

I asked her if she was heading to the beach for Sleepless Nights the next night, and she said she hadn’t heard about it and that she definitely wanted to go with me.  Great sign.

The next day she comes to meet me at my house around 10, so we can meet up with my best-friend, BlackWidow, and a guy she’s dating.  This is really not one of my best moves, but I really don’t know why I went with it.  I just think I don’t care about what I’m supposed to do anymore, and just going with what I’m feeling.

We get to BlackWidow’s apartment, and she says her dude isn’t showing up.  Not good.

Then, the rain starts coming down, so we decide not to go to the beach.  I decide to go back to the area of my place with Jailbait^2, and separate from BlackWidow (great).

We park my car, and get out.  When I go to pay for parking, she’s walking next to me, and I reach down (since she’s so little), and grab her hand.  She grabs back and now we’re holding hands.

I forgot who said it, but if you can get to a girl’s hands, you can get to kiss a girl.

We walk to the bar and I have my arm around her.  I just really enjoy how little this girl is.  I can comfortably put my arm around her shoulders, makes me feel like such a man.

We get to the door, and they’re carding.  She’s only 20, so it may be a problem, and we contemplate not going in for a second, but I figure what the hell and charge the door.

I give them my license, and she says, “I forgot my ID.”  I look at the door guy, and just give him a “come on bro,” and he says ok and lets her go in.

We sit down and talk more.  We’d been talking all night, on so many different things, and having a great conversation.  Its so strange to relate so well to a 20 year old, very “Miami” (latin), kind of girl.  She has such great positivity and happiness.  It is so attractive when a girl is happy.

While we’re having some drinks and getting late night munchies, we’re holding hands across the table, playing with each other’s fingers, and being pretty affectionate.

We finish up, and leave to get back to my house.  Its getting kind of late.  We’re walking back to the car, going between holding hands and my arm around her.  When I walk to open the door for her, I put my arm around her waist, pull her close and kiss her.  Just 3 short little ones.

She says, “I appreciate how you open the door for me.”

I’m a little flustered, like I always get after a first kiss, and say, “well I’m a gentleman.  Gentle.  Man.”

We get back to my place and I pull the drag in move.  Basically, when you’re getting close to your place, just make sure while you’re parking that you’re in the middle of saying something.  When you get out of the car, just start walking back to your house like its already a foregone conclusion that she’s coming in.

When we get inside, I grab her again to kiss more, and she says, “I don’t kiss on the first date.”

I laugh, and say, “this is a first date?”  Which was totally ducking the tactic she was trying to pull, which would’ve been me being like, “but come on, we kissed already.”  Something like that.

Then she says, “well maybe one more.”

We kiss a bit more.  I take a step back and I’m like, “I didn’t know if things would go this way, but I’m glad they have.”

And she said the same sentiment.  We just were kissing some more and we made our way to the couch.  We sat together and talked for awhile.  She was just so damn cute.  At one point she said, “you’re awesome,” and started hugging me.  She also said “you’re like a big teddy bear.”  Even the way she kissed was so adorable, stopping in the middle of a sentence to give me a little kiss.

She left not that long after.  I didn’t want to push things, even though maybe I should have.  I was unprepared, plus I got lost in the moment of things actually progressing with this chick.  Not to mention it was already 3 in the morning, which is a really bad time to start trying to fuck, particularly the first time, which for me usually ends up lasting hours up hours.  And with how adorable this girl is, I’m sure I could go all night and day with her.

I have to admit, I’ve been lost in such good feelings.  I really like this girl.  How young she is, her innocence, her beauty, her cuteness, her mind, and her amazing positivity and happiness.

We’ll see how it all goes.  The one problem with young girls is their attention span, which is pretty minimal.  But, on the other hand, they throw themselves into situations so easily.