So this chick, a different and older chick than the other one (she's 28) wants me to come hang out with her tomorrow so we can drink wine and chill. It turns out she is roommates with another female that I met online and hung out with for a little while. Actually, she
really wants me to come over. Throughout the entire night she kept telling me again and again, what seemed liked a dozen times, that she wanted me to go over her place for booze, epic snuggling, and "maybe little kisses". Below are a few excerpts from tonight's chat.
For the record, she has already been informed that I am a fat, apathetic, jobless druggie (and any other crap about me)...and that I'm only looking for a friend...and not looking for sex right now (which might or might not be 90% due to the fact that I'd like to delay telling any chick that I have HPV for as long as possible). This is
the exact reason why I made the decision to air all of my dirty laundry immediately (other than STD thing) when I start talking to a girl; so this chick knows exactly who I am and what I'm about so I will know if she is truly into me or not. I think it was a wise decision.
As for the suspicious: any omissions from the chat are NOT going to change the context of the sentences, I swear to zombie christ. It's just to cut out the bullshit and get to the point

Sarah: how do you feel about touching?
Me: Touching what?
Sarah: people
Me: I'm totally cool with it.....(Etc.)
(Etc.)
Sarah: I say that but most people get the feeling that if they touch me I'll freak out and mostly that's because i will... If i like you and want you to touch me i don't want you to stop
Me: I would never touch someone unless I was getting total green lights
(Etc.)
Sarah: you might be able to touch me fairly quickly
A couple hours later...
Sarah: dude if you hang out and we touch will you rub my shoulders? do you do that?
Me: Hah, you really don't even have to ask
Me: I like touching goils
Sarah: lol okay
Sarah: really need a shoulder rub
At the end of the convo she seems to get a tad aggressive about how she wants me over there since I hadn't given her a concrete yes or no about it (I'll explain why later)...
(Etc.)
Sarah: it would make me happy if that helps at all
Me: It would make you happy if I drank?
Me: Haha
Sarah: if you came over
Me: Oh ok
Me: I feel bad about not giving you a definite answer tonight, cuz I normally don't do that
Me: BUt I really have to go by how I feel
Sarah: it's okay im also doing my crazy random routine
Me: If it's random then it isn't a routine, is it?
Sarah: that's true. I'm just like this. I want you over here now actually.
So apparently she wants me over there
now and she
really would like me to touch her. Yeah, I was thinking "Whaaaaaaaa???......*blink blink*........FUCKING SWEET!". I almost forgot what it was like to have a chick want me, it's been so long ever since I became really reclusive. And fuck, I imagined getting close and personal with this chick, and trying to remember "What exactly am I supposed to do with these so-called "females" that are all smooth and smell nice?"
Haha, ok, that wasn't true. I'm not
that bad. I'm pretty sure that rediscovering my game is kinda like riding a bike. The issue at the moment though, as you can see in the above excerpt, is that I've been on a speed run and she wants me over
tomorrow night or I won't be able to go over for a couple weeks. The thing is, is that I have no fucking idea where my head will be at and if I will even have it in me tomorrow to go visit. I'll be trying my damnedest to get my head together so I can make this happen. I just realized though that the likelihood of things getting heated beyond what our plans are is pretty high...and I reeeeeeally don't wanna have to give that painful speech about why I can't fuck...just not that fucking soon, you know? But on a positive note, if she ends up being really horny I'll be more than happy to give her the best oral of her life, and I think that would be something we could both enjoy very much considering the circumstances. So, yeah, as of now, I'm really nervous about this as if I was in high school again. I'll fill you all in on the juicy details, but I'll refrain from posting a bagman-esque Penthouse letter that would be in the dictionary under "TMI".
Comments, questions, hints, or tips?
*Fuck, I almost forgot the most important part: the pics. I gotta go fetch them.
**Update: She ended up telling me she had cervical cancer, and we got on the subject of HPV. I felt comfortable enough with her and told her, she didn't think it was a big deal at all (or so that's how she came off...who knows if she was just being nice and decided not to talk to me anymore.....there goes my paranoia). Point: I'm really fucking glad that shit is out of the way.