Yesterday
3 Quicktakes today:Latest job interview did not go well. I called the interviewer "sugartits" and I may (I have been advised not to admit anything) have pinched her cute butt. Nobody teaches you not to do this stuff in school!
The roses were not well-received. I took them instead today to the mall and handed them out to the first twelve strangers I came across. Several ladies wanted to know what I was selling (me!) and one wanted to tell me about her personal relationship with Jesus. I'm drinking the beers alone, which may explain the next paragraph.
So the followup to the fantasy at the bottom of this post (after I pick her up and twirl her around) is at a dark nightclub a few hours later and involves sliding my left hand slowly around her waist to the small of her back. Just my left. I pull her close so that our lower bodies are tight against each other, but we're both leaning back just a bit so that we can still focus our eyes on each other. We both lean to the right a bit, which is why I'm only using my left, both wrapping her up and keeping her from escaping. Even in strappy heels she's a few inches shorter than me so, in addition to cocking her head to the right, she has to tilt her head up a bit which causes her hair to fall back away from her neck and face. And...
posted by tinyhands @ 11:59 PM
9 Comments:
I'd love to know what happens next. I hope it's rated R, or at the very least PG-13. :-D
you said "strappy heels".
p.s. why do you want to be giving some girl's roses away? huh? maybe she wanted those roses. and the beer too.
we need to have a tutorial on follow-thru, hands.
Beth- Sorry, this is one of those "write-your-own-ending" fantasies. I'm more interested in what you would do next.
Crystal- I did say strappy heels, which reminds me that I should do an "advice for women" series to balance your "advice for men." (Hint: strappy heels VERY good)
And it's not a matter of follow-thru: I made multiple attempts to give her the buds & suds but she wouldn't see me. I wasn't about to go stalker and just show up (or worse, hunt her down at work). She missed her chance, so I cut my losses.
I'm still stuck on 'the roses were not well-received.' Not accepting them is bad enough, but refusing roses offered by a truly nice guy who brought beer as well? That's just craziness. I say you're too good for her anyway. (And again, that's not the Cap'n Morgan talking.)
I wish I knew what to say.
and then .... you slipped her a cool ninja move. Right?
Is it okay for a guy to visit here once in a while? You must be rolling in it--estrogen.
Job interview follies: Real ones.
~I had an interview with Farmers Insurance once and I kept accidently blowing spit bubbles when I talked. That was some embarassing stuff.
~Oh, for my one and only gradschool interview I called a rather leathery Marlboro Manesque professor a stuffed shirt. That was after she said she was trained to detect my kind of profile. Damn psychologists!
Feeling better yet, Hands? I may have a job, but it is shitty. I need to hit the pavement again. Keep it up, it will pay off.
KCTL- In all fairness, the apology was accepted. The gifts were not. Usually it's the other way around. Go figure.
Peach- You? A loss for words? Never happen.
Sensei- Snapped her neck.
Grunt- Yes, your misery makes me happy.
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