[Georgia Avenue]

So last night I went out with this girl I've mentioned before, the Rapist, the Hispanic (?) woman who rejected me last week because she was tired. Anyway, we met at this Belgian Restaurant and it's clear she's going to go home with me this time. She was sleepy, but kept pressing her knees into me, and suggested we sit at the bar. Halfway through dinner (mussels are interesting [meaning gross but in a tasty way], tripel>dopple, belgian fries+ dijonaisse ftw) my jacket buzzes. OMG what if it's [img]/images/graemlins/heart.gif[/img]her[img]/images/graemlins/heart.gif[/img]?? I zip to the bathroom. Damn she called me. I text her back something about a weird dinner party I am at that is kind of like a gay date (happened yesterday actually, long dumb story) and she replies with "Wait...you are not gay? Had I known, I totally would have hit that." Then a few minutes later, "Ps its late but I wanted to tell you, I miss you too. Night!" Omgomg, why does this chick make me feel like I am 14?

Such a dork I am. Anyway, I go back to the meal...we are talking about baseball and the Rapist mentions that her dad was always a hudge Cleavland fan because they were the first AL team to integrate. I think, Oh wow that's pretty forward-thinking of a guy from the Northeast. So I say,"Where did he grow up?" and she says "Mississippi." And I must have looked really confused...because she blurts out, "My dad is black, didnt you know?"

Now I don't care obv. I love all peoples (except asians). But how could I have not known that a woman who self-identifies as black was not? How weird has that made any of our interactions? My mind raced back over all of our conversations...have I said anything weird about race? I guess this proves actually that I am officially not a racist because I can hang out with someone whose race I have no clue and not insult them....but meanwhile I am staring at her dumbfounded like she just told me she hates jews or has a tail. "Are you disgusted by me?" she asks incredulously. I try to shake it off and manage to ask some only minorly obnoxious questions about why her sister looks like a white girl and what it was like growing up in New England in a mixed race house-hold. I somehow thankgod force myself to not say "WTF I thought You is Mexican?"

Anyway, I change the subject and she has more Delirions Tremens and we're back on track. We go back to my place and scoot up to my room and bang for an hour or so. Thanks to my roommate, (sorry for the noise Gstreet!) I try this new trick where I [censored] her on a chair with her sitting on me, then slide my arms under her thighs and stand up, then do curls with her onto my dick. She freaks out about it, but is nervous I'm going to drop her...better suited for a short chick imo. She likes it after I come to pull me on top of her and make me lie on her...she's almost 6 feet tall so it's pretty comfortable. Soon I'm totally asleep lol stereotpicaments. I wake up and she's putting her clothes (what a trooper!) and she calls a cab right to my house. A+ date would date again afaik.

As soon as she leaves I pull out my phone and send Gradschool Girl a picture of myself sleeping under a bag of Sunchips. Idk why, just thought it would be cute. As soon as I hit send I get paranoid because there is a used condom on the pillow behind me, but I dont think it showed up in the image! Plus she wrote me an email this morning about it, so I guess phew!

I'm going to have a srs bz talk with Gradschool girl tonight I think. My plan is to tell her that I dont know where this is going, and I know that LDRs dont work, but I would feel like we're wasting too good of a chance if we don't try to see each-other again soon, so I'll come visit her.

Note to goofyballer: It might be worth it to recall that this chick knows I am a player and we've talked about how much poon I get in no uncertain terms...so it's not like being this sappy works on chicks when you've got nothing else going on. Don Giovanni TBH.

--DGA