Age: 24
Hair: Raven Black
Height : 5’9
Method: Bold
Advancement: Almost full body
I have about twelve different crushes at any given time, and one of which is the barista in one of usual coffee spots. This particular night, the place was unusually quiet, and we’d always shared a little bit of small talk. I don’t know what hit me, other than the fact that it’s hard to get a date on a Sunday, but I posed a hypothetical to her.
Out of curiosity, is it bad form to ask a girl who works at a coffee shop to grab a cup of coffee?
She laughed and shook her head while blushing just a bit. I didn’t take her for the kind to blush, but then again I barely knew her aside outside of pleasantries.
A little bit.
I then switched tactics, and asked if she wanted to go to a bar then. She quickly pointed out that it was six, and she wasn’t even much of a drinker. I immediately knew there was no future, but we decided to get coffee, at a different coffee shop when she got off in twenty minutes. Luckily, I timed that pretty well.
She suggested a little shop by her apartment. We got a few cups, and I mentioned how she was trying to give me a heart attack with all the coffee I’d had between where she works, and where we went after. She joked that I could have gone to decaf. To which I fired right back that I don’t do anything half-assed. She then suggested a few beers at her place.
I thought you weren’t much of a drinker.
Doesn’t mean I don’t ever drink.
Twenty minutes, and an awkward roommate introduction later, we were on her couch working on a 12 pack of Heineken and watching Fox Cartoons. I went on a nice little tirade about the Simpsons, and she defended Family Guy much too heartily for me to ever want to seriously date this girl. I can’t stand Family Guy, so I worked on the distraction techniques by taking her attention off the TV and onto the guy kissing her, and let me tell you this: don’t ever make out with Family Guy in the background, those out-of-nowhere gags are even worse when you overhear snippets of them because you are too busy locking lips.
Thankfully, her roomie came back in. Normally this is a bad sign, but when the girl isn’t really ready to call it a night, it is the excuse to transition to her bedroom. She put on a Feist CD and then we continued. We went back to her room and really got into it. She admitted to me upfront that we weren’t going to sleep together. But again, this isn’t always bad news. We continued for a little while, and she reiterated that we wouldn’t be having sex. But there are other things than sex. All in all I’d say it was one of the better dates of the experiment.
