Miss S Shows Her True Side...
I could think of no better first story than the specific story that inspired me to start writing - it happened very recently and while it wasn't the worst date I've ever had, it was probably right up there...
Everything with "Miss S" and I had been going surprisingly well for the first couple of dates. Against my usual policy I got her number at a local Anchorage bar (I try to avoid "picking up" women at bars - they tend just to be a meat market), but she seemed nice and to be quite honest I hadn't dated anyone it about a month so it was time for me to get back into the game anyway. Our first phone call went pretty well - I seemed to make her laugh pretty easily and we made a date for that Thursday.
Thursday came around and I picked her up and took her to a local cafe - dinner was surprisingly easy, the conversation flowed as easily as the good wine we had. Since I didn't feel comfortable driving right away and I don't think she wanted the evening to end we thought we would go get some after dinner coffee. The only bad thing was that the after-dinner coffee turned into an after dinner cocktail. Now, I'm sure most out there probably can take alcohol much better than I can, but I'm a lightweight when it comes to drinking so if I wasn't in a position to drive before I definitely wasn't able to drive then.
Luckily, at about the same time Miss S got a text from her friend and we trekked over to another downtown establishment, but not before my newly uninhibited self was able to steal a couple of kisses. In any case I got to meet a few of the friends, switch to Diet Coke, and generally make a favorable impression on the friends - I was doing well indeed. So well, in fact, that Miss S thought it would be a good idea if I came over to her place to continue to "sober up." Since we had spent about 2 hours at the last place drinking Diet Cokes vice wine and cocktails I was sober as a judge, but when it comes to beautiful women I also have the willpower of cooked pasta so off to her place we went!
---- I'm going to stop here quickly and let everyone know that I know this was a mistake, despite Anchorage being a crazy place to date I still like to take responsibility for my own actions, at this point with work the next day and it generally not being a good idea to take a girl home on the first real date I probably should have called it a night.
Ok, so we get back to her place, she takes the dog out, and then we start getting comfortable on the couch. Things are going swimmingly when she abruptly gets up, starts turning off the lights, turns to me, and says, "What do you think?" I responded with my usual Midwestern plainspeak, "I think you're turning off the lights." Well, a few more witty comments like that and I was sleeping over.
I can almost see my readership (all seven of you) snickering like a live, studio audience as the scene fades to black, but let me assure you that things were relatively chaste that night. I'm usually not one to kiss and tell (this isn't a sex blog), but sex does change a lot of things and that definitely didn't happen this night.
The next night was also very nice - we were both actually so tired from staying up late the previous night we both fell asleep watching a movie. I was invited out the next day and accepted...
Now the real meat and potatoes of this story happens on Saturday, our third evening spending time with one another...
I do want to preface this part of the story by stating that, yes, I do go out, I party, I even drink (usually not to excess and I admit that I'm usually the DD), and I even have a few crazy party stories of my own from college and my young career. The point is that I am not a prude, and I do like to have a good time...
We started at her place, we had gone out with a few other friends to the Aces game and it was a good time and had returned. I was waiting while Miss R, Miss S' wingman, and Miss S changed into their "going out clothes." After a bit The Sandwich showed up. The Sandwich is a married guy with a kid on the way so I was a little surprised he was going out with us, but he seemed friendly and since he was married, basically non threatening.
The group started at McGinleys - it was all very relaxed - just a group of old and new friends hanging out when Miss S got a text from some neighbors at The Shed - a karaoke/dance place downtown. We made it over there and I couldn't resist putting my name in for a good Neil Diamond song. I'm not a huge fan, but I do a pretty good impression and the crowd generally seems to like it. This is where I found out The Sandwich was Miss S' regular dance partner. They went downstairs to dance while I waited for my name to be called with the rest of the group.
I sang my song and everything went quite well (I even had a few "groupies" try and hit on me, but I was on a date) and since my song was over I could step in for The Sandwich and have a little fun on the dance floor with Miss S. At least, that was the plan...it turns out that it was hard to cut in between Miss S and The Sandwich. So I danced besides them by myself for a couple of songs. At this point some of my groupies were looking at this lone wolf (or fox, I guess) on the dance floor and wondering why they hell I wasn't even making an effort to hit on them. As far as they knew I was a single guy at a singles bar on the dance floor by himself doing nothing but resisting advances from attractive women. I had thought Miss S would get the hint by this time it might be time to actually dance with the guy she was dating, but this was not to be. Since I would be very uncomfortable dancing with other women while I considered myself "on a date" I headed back upstairs - I don't think the Sandwich or Miss S noticed I was even there. Over the next hour or so Miss S would come upstairs every once in a while to check on the group, but it was mostly downstairs to dance with the Sandwich.
They eventually came back upstairs about 30 minutes before the 2:15 closing time. Miss S remarked that she was sorry she missed my song, but that she was having such a good time she didn't want the night to end. She also just happened to know an after hours place called "The Kodiak." She also mentioned that it was Anchorage's finest gay bar. I had thought about bailing on them at The Shed, but I decided not to since I was the DD and they were pretty far from home on a cold Anchorage night. Since things seemed to be taking a turn for the better I decided, against my better judgment, to go with the group to the Kodiak to check things out.
Once we entered things got even better from there - Miss S and I chatted and she assured me that the only reason she dances with the Sandwich was that he was married and she felt comfortable dancing with him and that she desired to have another "real" date with me - maybe we could cook a meal together or something. At this point I agreed since things were looking up. She finished her drink and returned to the dance floor. Again, I tried to dance with my date, but again, it was not to be. The Sandwich was there yet again and the dancing got dirtier and dirtier. At this point I was trying to laugh it off, but underneath I was getting extremely annoyed. Since I was in a position to dance either with a straight woman or a gay man I chose to sit at the bar and contemplate my existence.
This is where I met D - a big, well dressed, black, gay man. He immediately realized I was straight, but "oh so hot honey." D was very curious why I was at a gay bar by myself and I pointed over to the mirror on the far wall where the Sandwich had Miss S pinned against the mirror grinding on her and was nuzzling her neck. I stated, "that's my date." D felt very sad for me and I have to say I agreed with him - this date was now in a pretty sad state of affairs. I will say though, that D was the best part of the evening - he was witty, fun - and undeniably "King of the Gays" at the Kodiak. Everyone knew him, came up to him, said hi, hit on me, and then found out I was straight - I felt like the Belle of the Ball. Meanwhile I noticed that Miss S was the first one, although I have to admit not the last, to climb up on the bar and start dancing with...you guessed it...the Sandwich.
At this point I'm not sure what was worse - that was date was getting ground upon on top of the bar, or the fact she probably didn't notice she was doing it right above her date...come to think of it, I'm still not sure...
Well, they eventually got down and went back to the mirror, D had to leave and I was there again, alone and unafraid at the gay bar. Since I had been pounding the Diet Cokes I really had the break the seal so I went to the restroom. It's a unisex restroom and the people who occupied it before me were two heavyset ladies doing anything but using the toilet. However, I really didn't have an option at this point so I went in. Going back to my seat, however, I realized I had lost the Sandwich and Miss S. They were gone. I decided to give it 10 more minutes before leaving when I spotted an acquaintance that tried to hook me up with her buxom friend who already had her hand pretty far up on my leg. I wasn't really in the mood to hit on another women at this point - especially in a bar - so I declined and bailed.
Before I left I sent a text explaining my absence and that if she wanted a "nice guy" (she had remarked that's what she was looking for) this probably wasn't the way to go about doing it. She replied, "U mad at me?" I explained that I would have been had I been able to find her and wasn't busy fending off women and gay dudes. Once I got home she called and tried to explain. Things really weren't getting through so I went over to explain myself. She talked about having a "dynamic" personality that could both look for a nice guy and also dance up on the bar and that she usually didn't take her dates out for nights on the town. "Plus," she added, "the Sandwich is home with his wife, and you're here with me at the end of the night."
The next day when calling her about our date I brought up the subject again and we both decided that part of her personality wasn't exactly what I was looking for in a woman - especially the part that will grind on another guy all night while leaving her date to fend for himself. It was pretty telling that after I explained how I usually go about things there was just silence at the end of the line - I guess after that night there really wasn't much to say...
So my question for anyone who wants to take a crack at it - especially the women - how do you behave in group situations with your date? How about when you're "on the town?" Am I just that much of a prude? Should I have given her another chance? Any comments as well are welcome!
Until next time...
AirForceKush - aka - The Arctic Fox
Everything with "Miss S" and I had been going surprisingly well for the first couple of dates. Against my usual policy I got her number at a local Anchorage bar (I try to avoid "picking up" women at bars - they tend just to be a meat market), but she seemed nice and to be quite honest I hadn't dated anyone it about a month so it was time for me to get back into the game anyway. Our first phone call went pretty well - I seemed to make her laugh pretty easily and we made a date for that Thursday.
Thursday came around and I picked her up and took her to a local cafe - dinner was surprisingly easy, the conversation flowed as easily as the good wine we had. Since I didn't feel comfortable driving right away and I don't think she wanted the evening to end we thought we would go get some after dinner coffee. The only bad thing was that the after-dinner coffee turned into an after dinner cocktail. Now, I'm sure most out there probably can take alcohol much better than I can, but I'm a lightweight when it comes to drinking so if I wasn't in a position to drive before I definitely wasn't able to drive then.
Luckily, at about the same time Miss S got a text from her friend and we trekked over to another downtown establishment, but not before my newly uninhibited self was able to steal a couple of kisses. In any case I got to meet a few of the friends, switch to Diet Coke, and generally make a favorable impression on the friends - I was doing well indeed. So well, in fact, that Miss S thought it would be a good idea if I came over to her place to continue to "sober up." Since we had spent about 2 hours at the last place drinking Diet Cokes vice wine and cocktails I was sober as a judge, but when it comes to beautiful women I also have the willpower of cooked pasta so off to her place we went!
---- I'm going to stop here quickly and let everyone know that I know this was a mistake, despite Anchorage being a crazy place to date I still like to take responsibility for my own actions, at this point with work the next day and it generally not being a good idea to take a girl home on the first real date I probably should have called it a night.
Ok, so we get back to her place, she takes the dog out, and then we start getting comfortable on the couch. Things are going swimmingly when she abruptly gets up, starts turning off the lights, turns to me, and says, "What do you think?" I responded with my usual Midwestern plainspeak, "I think you're turning off the lights." Well, a few more witty comments like that and I was sleeping over.
I can almost see my readership (all seven of you) snickering like a live, studio audience as the scene fades to black, but let me assure you that things were relatively chaste that night. I'm usually not one to kiss and tell (this isn't a sex blog), but sex does change a lot of things and that definitely didn't happen this night.
The next night was also very nice - we were both actually so tired from staying up late the previous night we both fell asleep watching a movie. I was invited out the next day and accepted...
Now the real meat and potatoes of this story happens on Saturday, our third evening spending time with one another...
I do want to preface this part of the story by stating that, yes, I do go out, I party, I even drink (usually not to excess and I admit that I'm usually the DD), and I even have a few crazy party stories of my own from college and my young career. The point is that I am not a prude, and I do like to have a good time...
We started at her place, we had gone out with a few other friends to the Aces game and it was a good time and had returned. I was waiting while Miss R, Miss S' wingman, and Miss S changed into their "going out clothes." After a bit The Sandwich showed up. The Sandwich is a married guy with a kid on the way so I was a little surprised he was going out with us, but he seemed friendly and since he was married, basically non threatening.
The group started at McGinleys - it was all very relaxed - just a group of old and new friends hanging out when Miss S got a text from some neighbors at The Shed - a karaoke/dance place downtown. We made it over there and I couldn't resist putting my name in for a good Neil Diamond song. I'm not a huge fan, but I do a pretty good impression and the crowd generally seems to like it. This is where I found out The Sandwich was Miss S' regular dance partner. They went downstairs to dance while I waited for my name to be called with the rest of the group.
I sang my song and everything went quite well (I even had a few "groupies" try and hit on me, but I was on a date) and since my song was over I could step in for The Sandwich and have a little fun on the dance floor with Miss S. At least, that was the plan...it turns out that it was hard to cut in between Miss S and The Sandwich. So I danced besides them by myself for a couple of songs. At this point some of my groupies were looking at this lone wolf (or fox, I guess) on the dance floor and wondering why they hell I wasn't even making an effort to hit on them. As far as they knew I was a single guy at a singles bar on the dance floor by himself doing nothing but resisting advances from attractive women. I had thought Miss S would get the hint by this time it might be time to actually dance with the guy she was dating, but this was not to be. Since I would be very uncomfortable dancing with other women while I considered myself "on a date" I headed back upstairs - I don't think the Sandwich or Miss S noticed I was even there. Over the next hour or so Miss S would come upstairs every once in a while to check on the group, but it was mostly downstairs to dance with the Sandwich.
They eventually came back upstairs about 30 minutes before the 2:15 closing time. Miss S remarked that she was sorry she missed my song, but that she was having such a good time she didn't want the night to end. She also just happened to know an after hours place called "The Kodiak." She also mentioned that it was Anchorage's finest gay bar. I had thought about bailing on them at The Shed, but I decided not to since I was the DD and they were pretty far from home on a cold Anchorage night. Since things seemed to be taking a turn for the better I decided, against my better judgment, to go with the group to the Kodiak to check things out.
Once we entered things got even better from there - Miss S and I chatted and she assured me that the only reason she dances with the Sandwich was that he was married and she felt comfortable dancing with him and that she desired to have another "real" date with me - maybe we could cook a meal together or something. At this point I agreed since things were looking up. She finished her drink and returned to the dance floor. Again, I tried to dance with my date, but again, it was not to be. The Sandwich was there yet again and the dancing got dirtier and dirtier. At this point I was trying to laugh it off, but underneath I was getting extremely annoyed. Since I was in a position to dance either with a straight woman or a gay man I chose to sit at the bar and contemplate my existence.
This is where I met D - a big, well dressed, black, gay man. He immediately realized I was straight, but "oh so hot honey." D was very curious why I was at a gay bar by myself and I pointed over to the mirror on the far wall where the Sandwich had Miss S pinned against the mirror grinding on her and was nuzzling her neck. I stated, "that's my date." D felt very sad for me and I have to say I agreed with him - this date was now in a pretty sad state of affairs. I will say though, that D was the best part of the evening - he was witty, fun - and undeniably "King of the Gays" at the Kodiak. Everyone knew him, came up to him, said hi, hit on me, and then found out I was straight - I felt like the Belle of the Ball. Meanwhile I noticed that Miss S was the first one, although I have to admit not the last, to climb up on the bar and start dancing with...you guessed it...the Sandwich.
At this point I'm not sure what was worse - that was date was getting ground upon on top of the bar, or the fact she probably didn't notice she was doing it right above her date...come to think of it, I'm still not sure...
Well, they eventually got down and went back to the mirror, D had to leave and I was there again, alone and unafraid at the gay bar. Since I had been pounding the Diet Cokes I really had the break the seal so I went to the restroom. It's a unisex restroom and the people who occupied it before me were two heavyset ladies doing anything but using the toilet. However, I really didn't have an option at this point so I went in. Going back to my seat, however, I realized I had lost the Sandwich and Miss S. They were gone. I decided to give it 10 more minutes before leaving when I spotted an acquaintance that tried to hook me up with her buxom friend who already had her hand pretty far up on my leg. I wasn't really in the mood to hit on another women at this point - especially in a bar - so I declined and bailed.
Before I left I sent a text explaining my absence and that if she wanted a "nice guy" (she had remarked that's what she was looking for) this probably wasn't the way to go about doing it. She replied, "U mad at me?" I explained that I would have been had I been able to find her and wasn't busy fending off women and gay dudes. Once I got home she called and tried to explain. Things really weren't getting through so I went over to explain myself. She talked about having a "dynamic" personality that could both look for a nice guy and also dance up on the bar and that she usually didn't take her dates out for nights on the town. "Plus," she added, "the Sandwich is home with his wife, and you're here with me at the end of the night."
The next day when calling her about our date I brought up the subject again and we both decided that part of her personality wasn't exactly what I was looking for in a woman - especially the part that will grind on another guy all night while leaving her date to fend for himself. It was pretty telling that after I explained how I usually go about things there was just silence at the end of the line - I guess after that night there really wasn't much to say...
So my question for anyone who wants to take a crack at it - especially the women - how do you behave in group situations with your date? How about when you're "on the town?" Am I just that much of a prude? Should I have given her another chance? Any comments as well are welcome!
Until next time...
AirForceKush - aka - The Arctic Fox
Sorry she didn't live up to her awesome name. What a bummer.
But at least you had your tasty revenge on The Sandwich...