As I've said before and as I'll say again, I'm constantly surprised and eternally grateful when I manage to endear myself to a beautiful girl. Endear myself enough that they want to sleep with me. I am not that good looking to have garnered the interest I have, and I'm certainly not good looking enough to entertain the idea of coitally engaging with a girl like Georgia.
I have been talking to a girl who lives up North for well over a year now. She is ridiculously good looking. I mean like, she is 'go-out-with-footballer-or-movie-star' hot. And she's also cool. She fucking surfs in waters that border the North Sea ffs. I won't go into the details now of how we've talked and whatever else because all of that is of no import when faced with the latest development of our interactions.
We fucked tonight.
And she was pretty fucking dirty too.
Now granted, this fucking occurred not in person but via Whats App, however said development was about as unexpected and as exciting to me as when I first kissed Heidi. You see Georgia is a 10. Not a 9 out of 10. She is a 10. I'd post a picture or say what she's done modelling wise but this would be telling you who she is and I'm not about to do that with anyone who features in this blog (I thought about outing 'K' when I was drunk a few times but that's just a petty vindictive dickheads move).
As you know, I can form sentences, and I can deal with weaving some sexual content in there too, so when we started sexting (I don't like using this word), I felt on home ground and she enjoyed what I had to say. It turns out that Georgia was as forthcoming as I was when it came to describing what we'd like to do with each other. She said some stuff which really chimed with me too. She sent me a picture of her playing with herself and generally didn't ruin my night with what went on.
Now in my head I'm thinking:
- I'm some guy she's got on with, she's a model, it's rare someone treats her as a person with no sexual advances straight away, takes the piss out of her, talks to her properly. I'm in London, so I'm a harmless fantasy that will never get realised so why not embrace it.
- Maybe she is genuinely interested - if so I need to get fucking De Bono on her ass. I need to approach this one and play every move like Kasparov at the board against Deep Blue. If I rush in, I may lose any allure or mystique I have. But if I play it too cool then I may miss out on the moment.
This is nice. I like this a lot.
I've been dating, somewhat half heartedly. Unless I'm straight into a girl, I kind of feel what is the point? I had something which though flawed by the end, was a taste of what I want - real naked compatibility. So having a bit of a chase, a bit of excitement and someone to occupy my mind with I'm very much into.
The likelihood that we actually end up meeting up is probably pretty slim, but I'm going to make damn sure that I do all I can to make sure this post here is an opening salvo rather than a damp fuse that fizzles out...
The encounters and musings of an unremarkable man in chaotic and hedonistic times. (Or how I learned to stop hurting and start loving)
Showing posts with label model. Show all posts
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Monday, 21 March 2011
Wednesday, 9 March 2011
Nipple tassles
Hi there, remember me? Sorry, I've been overworked and out too much of late. How are you?
I have a date on tonight with a girl who is way above my league. She's a writer, model (more Maxim etc than Chanel) and is also a Burlesque dancer. She's a year younger than me, and I have to say that I'm very much looking forward to it.
I started chatting to her on facebook because her status updates were actually well observed, humorous quips rather than moronic postings about sandwiches or Charlie Sheen. Yes of course the main draw were her looks, but the fact she had a sarcastic humour made her instantly more attractive. I have to be honest though, having seen pictures of her in private jets I'm not convinced that I'm the sort of guy she'd normally go for, but we'll see.
We're going to go out in Soho, starting with espresso martinis (she has a coffee obsession and has never had one so it was an obvious choice) and then possibly leading on to going to The Box, a new place that inherits a rich history, being as it sits in a building smack bang in the middle of the red light district.
Wish me luck.
I have a date on tonight with a girl who is way above my league. She's a writer, model (more Maxim etc than Chanel) and is also a Burlesque dancer. She's a year younger than me, and I have to say that I'm very much looking forward to it.
I started chatting to her on facebook because her status updates were actually well observed, humorous quips rather than moronic postings about sandwiches or Charlie Sheen. Yes of course the main draw were her looks, but the fact she had a sarcastic humour made her instantly more attractive. I have to be honest though, having seen pictures of her in private jets I'm not convinced that I'm the sort of guy she'd normally go for, but we'll see.
We're going to go out in Soho, starting with espresso martinis (she has a coffee obsession and has never had one so it was an obvious choice) and then possibly leading on to going to The Box, a new place that inherits a rich history, being as it sits in a building smack bang in the middle of the red light district.
Wish me luck.
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