Solitary Beast Fumbles His Dream Girl, Part 2

“Thanks for the gift”, Brittany beamed.

I leaned in and she squeezed me in a tight embrace.

“Wow, what a great hug”, and for a millisecond I imagined what I would feel like to be inside her.

I winked at her as I threw my leg across my bike.

With a kick, it roared to life.

By the time I got home, Brittany had already messaged me.

“Thanks for being a fun companion tonight”

I felt warm and tingly all over.

My trademark style (explained in the classic post “Sex on the Second Date”), of hanging back, letting the woman do most of the talking, and not making a physical move on the first meeting, had worked like a charm.

I couldn’t wait to see Brittany again.

The warm sparkle in her eyes, and her message after our date were a good sign that she felt the same way.

Alone Too Long

As I mentioned before, I haven’t been on a non-sugar baby date in several years.

I’d enjoyed hook ups, such as meeting a woman out dancing, and inviting her home with me, see “La Mexicana: One Night Stand With A Sexy Latina”, but I hadn’t been on an actual date for a very long time.

I’d been working, painting, fixing, and remodeling things in my house; hiking, skiing, and hanging out with my dogs.

I’m not an extremely social person.

I can spend an entire weekend completely alone- my only interactions with other people being my Sunday pickup soccer match, and my weekly call with my sister and her kids.

I’m not an “introvert”, and I’m not shy; I simply enjoy my own company and I prefer it most of the time.

I often joke that I could live completely alone, on a deserted island, and be totally fine,…

if someone would fly a woman to the island twice a week.

However, after not dating for over a year, even the self-proclaimed Solitary Beast felt the desire to connect with women.

I had stayed alone for too long, and it left me feeling isolated and lonely.

Playing It Cool

My text conversations after matching with Brittany, were the first romantic interactions I’d had with a woman in over a year.

As a result, it was extremely difficult to manage my emotions in communicating with her.

She was also the only match that was responding to my messages regularly: asking me questions, and seeming interested.

I played it cool: matching and mirroring her text pattern.

When Brittany replied after a few hours, I let a similar time frame elapse before I messaged back.

If she waited overnight, or a whole day, I did the same.

It was driving me crazy.

I compulsively checked the app, feeling a burning lump, like a pile of molten metal, searing the pit of my stomach, when she I didn’t have a notification from her.

Before we even met, I was investing WAY too much into her interest and attention.

After our first date, I was completely consumed.

I tried to hide it, but I could feel myself starting to get needy: failing to be mysterious, texting too much, instead of telling her, “Hey I can’t talk right now, but I’d love to see you. When are you free to get together?”, as Coach Corey Wayne teaches. (See my post “3 Books To Improve Your Sex Life”)

Brittany agreed to a second date, but I sensed that she was slowly starting to pull away.

She was taking longer to respond, answering questions from my messages, but not asking me as many questions.

This spiraled me into a white knuckle panic.

I was rusty from too long outside of the dating scene, and way too wrapped up in a woman that had openly admitted she was enjoying the freedom of being recently out of a 10 year relationship.

Early in our text chats, Brittany had explicitly explained that she was busy with a demanding career, a young child, and adjusting to being newly single.

On the other hand, I had only a few matches, a wide open schedule, and nothing on my hands but time.

Our connection was a disaster waiting to happen.

Getting Laid On the Second Date

Brittany enthusiastically agreed to hang out a second time, meeting at a divey, downtown sushi bar.

I arrived first, ordered a beer, and grabbed a seat at the bar, near a window.

Within minutes, her petite frame, clad in fitted black jeans, tan heels, and a stylish, structured jacket strode into view.

She walked past the bar at first, then doubled back.

I leaped from my seat, to greet her at the door.

My eyes lit up when I saw her.

Brittany’s wavy brown hair was artfully tousled, her makeup was natural and understated.

She looked sophisticated, stylish, and sexy.

I looked her up and down, like a hungry cartoon wolf eyeing a 5’3, human pork chop.

“You look amazing.” I was stunned by how good she looked.

I strode up, pulling her into a hug.

She smiled, “Hi, it’s good to see you”.

Cupid’s arrow shot right through my chest.

I could feel it in my groin.

I led her to our seats at the bar, motioning for server over to take her drink order.

There I was, sitting at my favorite sushi bar with an accomplished, stylish, beautiful woman, smiling at me, laughing at my jokes, and showering me with her undivided attention.

I was on top of the world.

“I forgot how cute you are”, Brittany winked.

I felt happy,… and confused.

The week prior, she had been taking progressively longer to reply to my texts, even waiting a full day and a half before responding the days before our date.

I had suspected she was losing interest in me.

Yet, now, sitting close to me, laughing and talking, I felt like I was the most desirable man in the world.

I ordered a bottle of sake and we took shots of the rice wine.

“…Are you trying to get me drunk?” she smiled, raising an eyebrow in fake suspicion.

I grinned back mischievously.

Looking deep into her dark brown eyes, I raised my eyebrow in return,“…Do I need to?”

Her eyes lit up and a wide smile spread across her lips. We laughed together.

We nibbled rolls off fish and rice, relaxed, and chatting.

Brittany and I had so much in common.

She had led an interesting and highly ambitious life, earning a law degree, then starting a successful practice.

She had later grown bored of long court proceedings, and gone into the business side of law.

Brittany now worked as an executive in a commercial real estate firm.

Despite her very impressive career, she was completely humble and down to earth, a Southern girl with a slow drawl that started to slip out as we drank.

“Are you ready for dessert?” I asked.

A love of sweets was another similarity we shared.

Brittany agreed.

We left the sushi spot and walked a short few blocks, to a rooftop bar.

On the agenda was for another round of cocktails, and slice of their famous cheesecake, as we watched the sun set over the city skyline.

First Kiss

We ordered drinks and dessert, slowly getting closer, her opening up more.

As the sky burned bright orange, then deep purple that slowly melted into midnight blue, her Southern drawl was in full affect.

“Is this how you really talk!” I joked, “You hide it so well”.

Brittany blushed, sounding like the Georgia peach she really was underneath the corporate glamour.

“I go back to my roots when I’m more comfortable with someone,… and when I’ve been drinking", she twanged.

“Hmm,…. so, you’re saying you’re comfortable with me?….”, I leaned in.

Our eyes locked, she nodded yes.

I reached up, gently wrapping my hand around her graceful neck.

I kissed her.

Our lips touched, then tongues tangled.

The white heat of electricity fired from my mouth, intertwined with Brittany’s, running down my spine, and throbbing at the base of my dick.

When I pulled away, Brittany’s lipstick was smeared.

She looked at me with a dreamy gaze, and a sexy smile.

Still holding her close, I breathed deeply, then leaned back.

Silently, we watched the sky through the floor to ceiling windows of the rooftop bar.

Shadows shifted over the skyline against the backdrop of the mountains looming on the horizon like soldiers standing watch.

For a few minutes, I simply enjoyed basking in the warmth of a good buzz, framed by a cinematic sunset.

Raw lust pulsed through my body.

I inhaled another course of deep breaths, relaxing myself, enjoying all the sensations of the moment

I turned to the beautiful woman sitting inches from me.

Her eyes still had that dreamlike glaze.

“Hey…”

I leaned in, lowering my voice to bedroom level, just above a whisper, “…Would you like to come over?”

She bit her lip in anticipation.

Looking deep into my eyes, she nodded, then answered definitively:

“Yes.”

Rookie Mistakes

Brittany followed me home, just a 10 minute drive from downtown to my neighborhood nearby.

We talked on my couch, caressing each other.

We kissed, and she climbed on top, straddling my lap, grinding her hips into me, on beat with the music playing on my nearby Bluetooth speaker.

It was perfect.

“So”, you may be asking, “What went wrong?”

Essentially, I made a lot of dopey, avoidable, inexcusable mistakes.

I drunker than I thought I was, a little very sloppy in bed, and top it all off: gushed about how much I liked her, how beautiful she is, how good she smelled, during and after sex.

Worse, because I had thought that Brittany was losing interest in me, I didn’t anticipate her coming over after our date.

My house was a wreck.

I wasn’t thinking about the state of my place when my growing erection had compelled I’d invited her over.

There dog toys strewn on the floor, dog fur on the couch, a mess of blankets on the bed, laundry piled on the dresser.

Both bathrooms in my house, each of which she used at various times during the evening, were cluttered and messy.

It wasn’t embarrassingly gross, but it was WAY more unkempt than I would have liked for the first time I brought a woman home with me for the first time, not to mention one I liked so much.

Additonally, I was drinking, over-eager, acting un-masculine.

Not cleaning up before going out on a date is a rookie mistake.

A sophisticated woman with a law degree and an executive career isn’t going to put up with a 42 year old frat boy who can’t clean his beard hairs off the bathroom vanity, nor should she be expected to.

Haven’t Seen Her Since

After (admittedly bad) sex, we laid in bed, talked, and listened to music for a bit.

Brittany explained that she needed to work early in the morning, and left.

She texted when she got home, thanking me for a fun night.

Instead of being stoic, and calm, still drunk and over excited, I sent an extremely sappy message gushing that I’d be “dreaming of her all night!”.

(Seriously. 😬)

When she didn’t respond, including the whole next day, I knew I’d fucked up.

On the second day after our date, I shot over: “Hey, how’s your Saturday going? I’m just leaving work, it’s been a crazy day”

She responded a few hours later.

Her day was great, she was at the park with her daughter. She expressed sympathy for my busy day “Sorry your day was stressful”, but didn’t add or ask anything else.

And that was the last time we spoke.

I sent her a text the next day.

She never responded, and still hasn’t.

The End.