April 3, 2008

All American

Last friday I was at a party. I had noticed a girl (hereinafter "Puck") check me out when I first got there. She was a good looking blonde, seemed to have a toned body. A little later, the hostess called me over to talk to Puck and that group. At first, I assumed one of the guys was with her in some form or the other. We all chated for a bit, and then drinking games were started.

After some flippy cup, the hostess came up to me to inform me that Puck thought I was cute. I had already decided that I didn't want to be "the single guy who hits on girls" at this party, and this was pretty junior highish to me, so I just smiled, said that was nice, and returned to drinking games.

Over the weekend, I was talking to the hostess again and she was harping on me for not talking to the girl. Her points being that she was attractive, in shape and interesting because she coached hockey (hence, "Puck"). I explained to her my reasons, and she was annoyed still. This continued through the work week. After one accusation of being lame, I said that if my date that night (see post below) didn't go well, I'd contact Puck. Clearly, the date did not go well, so the hostess gave me the contact info.

After googling Puck's full name (because that is what you do when you get a name), I found out that my assumption that she taught pee-wee hockey on the weekends was wrong. She was a former all-american hockey player and currently coaches a local college team full time. So I found that all very hilarious.

I sent her an email today, so we will see how this one ends up.

April 2, 2008

Outstanding

Last night I meet up with a girl I have been out with twice before. There had been some making out, this was the third date, and she wanted to come over to my place to watch a movie. Sounds simple right?

I go pick her up, we order some food, sit down to watch, eat, and chat. After we finishing eating we start making out again, ignoring the movie. It is kind of late, so I ask her if she just wants to crash at my place. She says yes. We go into the bedroom, and then she tells me.

She is a virgin and saving it for marriage.