Blond Obama Girl
Fri, 10/19/2012 - 16:21
Hey guys,
Here’s my text convo with some blondie I met on the street. She kinda into the whole political campaigning thing for Obama. Let me know how Im doing, if any of my texts sucked and where I should steer this. Thanks.
Me: Hey xxx, I saw on the news that some blondie went and stole a wedding dress by breaking the window w a headbutt. Nice but I would have operated much more smoothly and stealthily. – YYYY
Her: Man oh man, new travels fast these days…And come on, the sensible actions never make for the best stories at the end of the night.
Me:U crazzyyyy!!! Im about to leave my sense behind and kill some fools in an epic game of…dodgeball. Yeah, I know, ur already drooling over me and my athletic prowess ;)
Next day
Me: What you been up to today, blond bird? Ive had quite a day trying to write papers while listening to the debate in my ears. Got much listening done.
Her: I’m jealous- I only caught the last half and have to steal a minute to hear the rest. Not so jealous of the paperwork however…But currently I’m heading intot he campaign to hear lots of fun, biased opinions. Yessss.
Me: Is that here? Damn, you’re like a blond Obama girl. Well, I will be getting drunk and celebrating at blockeys in west philly w some upenn friends. Getting up tomorrow will suck.
Next day
Me: Getting up was rough and I haven’t really been productive, except oddly nerding out and listening to a math lecture. Need a nap!!!
Her: Want to nerd out with some music and you should check out Nasa’s “mars mix” they put on Itunes this week. It’s a good morning playlist to the rover apparently.
Me: Home and falling on bed. Ill have to checkout this band and give my expert critique. Whens the next time you’re back in philly? I need a spiked hot coco/dumb movie/thumb wars partner.
Her: I’m always around in the evenings generally-heading to a training now. But I’ll take that thumb war next week- and explain to you spiked hot chocolate is a bastardization of a perfect drink.
Me: Well, I look forward to a heated debate in which I will thoroughly dominate you. And afterwards we’ll get hot coco. Whipped cream on top will be a requirement.
Her: Well, that, sir we can agree on.
Didn’t know what say, so I left it at that for the night. I feel like if you don’t know what to say, sometimes its better to say nothing and sit on it for a bit. Anyways, let me know what you think
Here’s my text convo with some blondie I met on the street. She kinda into the whole political campaigning thing for Obama. Let me know how Im doing, if any of my texts sucked and where I should steer this. Thanks.
Me: Hey xxx, I saw on the news that some blondie went and stole a wedding dress by breaking the window w a headbutt. Nice but I would have operated much more smoothly and stealthily. – YYYY
Her: Man oh man, new travels fast these days…And come on, the sensible actions never make for the best stories at the end of the night.
Me:U crazzyyyy!!! Im about to leave my sense behind and kill some fools in an epic game of…dodgeball. Yeah, I know, ur already drooling over me and my athletic prowess ;)
Next day
Me: What you been up to today, blond bird? Ive had quite a day trying to write papers while listening to the debate in my ears. Got much listening done.
Her: I’m jealous- I only caught the last half and have to steal a minute to hear the rest. Not so jealous of the paperwork however…But currently I’m heading intot he campaign to hear lots of fun, biased opinions. Yessss.
Me: Is that here? Damn, you’re like a blond Obama girl. Well, I will be getting drunk and celebrating at blockeys in west philly w some upenn friends. Getting up tomorrow will suck.
Next day
Me: Getting up was rough and I haven’t really been productive, except oddly nerding out and listening to a math lecture. Need a nap!!!
Her: Want to nerd out with some music and you should check out Nasa’s “mars mix” they put on Itunes this week. It’s a good morning playlist to the rover apparently.
Me: Home and falling on bed. Ill have to checkout this band and give my expert critique. Whens the next time you’re back in philly? I need a spiked hot coco/dumb movie/thumb wars partner.
Her: I’m always around in the evenings generally-heading to a training now. But I’ll take that thumb war next week- and explain to you spiked hot chocolate is a bastardization of a perfect drink.
Me: Well, I look forward to a heated debate in which I will thoroughly dominate you. And afterwards we’ll get hot coco. Whipped cream on top will be a requirement.
Her: Well, that, sir we can agree on.
Didn’t know what say, so I left it at that for the night. I feel like if you don’t know what to say, sometimes its better to say nothing and sit on it for a bit. Anyways, let me know what you think
Sat, 10/20/2012 - 10:19
#1
Re: Blond Obama Girl
Don't ever debate anything with a chick. Would Obama debate with this chick? No.. he'd tell her what's up and she'd drool all over him.
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Tue, 11/13/2012 - 22:22
#2
Re: Blond Obama Girl
So, I ended up going on a day 2 with this girl. Really beautiful girl, probably the hottest girl I've been on a date with. A bit of an interesting past. She was the rebel/bad girl in high school, apparently got arrested somewhere along the line. She lived in India for 2 years in the poorest of poor areas and is now back trying to go to school and clean up her act. In conversation she is pretty normal and she has good, fun personality.
On the day 2, I was kind of a bitch, i didn't get physical, cause I just didnt feel like it. Towards the end the date I felt some pressure to get physical and made the excuse I was cold, so we walked arm n arm. I know, pretty fuckin lame. Anyways, I thought I was done after that date, because I wasn't dominant enough, or man to woman enough but I eventually did get a text back after sending 2-3 manwhore re-engage texts. However, I seemed to falter somewhere along the line.
In general, I am able to get girls to text back and have really long text interactions with them invested a bit, which is good, but it ends up being me chasing for a long time and then getting fed up with it. I need be more man to woman in text and in person. Also, I need to somehow get the power balance back on my side.
Here's the text after the day 2, after a few unresponse to MW re-engage texts.
Me: Tonite i wanna go down on u & make u extremely happy. Then come back up slowly & fuck u real good. yours truly, gas prices
Her: Who is this?
Me: Jesus
Me:Actually, not true. its XXX. Although, i did grow a rather expansive beard last week.
Her: I was wondering where you went. I got a new phone after it broke during sandy nonsense.
Me: Went to heaven and back. It was sweet. Sandy was actually enjoyable for me. Is your house and family safe?
Her; Yea, no probelms in Philly. Brother was stuck in ny. Parents had nothing wrong. My sister's fam is still outta power in Bucks county. It's wreaking havoc on the polls today.
Me; Yeah, my family was stick in a hotel, so i stayed w them and got free breakfastbuffets and happy hours for 4 days. you workin the polls tonight?
No response
Next day
Me: Are you free tonight or tomorrow? Lets hang out and drink a beer(although hot coco sounds better in this weather) amd watch a movie. I have the beer, you can pick the movie.
No response
Next day
Me: The only thing better than wine is FREE WINE!! As much as i hate my apartment complex, i love them today.
No response
3 days later
Me; Worst thing about daylight saving. Getting up at 1 leaves you with only 4 hrs of light. Much bullshit.
2 days later
Me: Bet my weekend beat yours,, ya goof.
Her: I would be willing to bet we had drastically different weekends.
Me: Is everything ok? Something about you feels off right now.
Her: Ha, off? No, Im working on a bunch of school stuff whcih isn't awesome, but such is life. I was being serious, I bet we could even compare weekends. Especially bc fun isnt any kind of standard basis.
Me: Good. I knitted and made a sweater. Did someone get arrested again? Aww, how cute.
Her: Ha, no, no. But I didn't knit. Can't in fact. A sweater is ambitious.
Me: Do you realy think i knit? I know i have my shit together but doesnt mean im a domesticated grandmother...yet. Also, if i knitted id make an awesome mexican sweater, good for this weather. But, try me, lets hear your actual weekend.
Her: Haha, I don't know, everybody has different passions. You may be an excellent knitter.
Me: Ok, I lied. Im really good at bingo. After seducing you, im goin for your grandmother. I tend to skip generations.
Her: Those seem to be very unrelated skills.
Me; Was that a dig at my bingo skills/ Beb, you know where to hit a man where it hurts ;)
hour later
Me: Just bought a pink shower scrubber for a paid experiemtn, so now you have some liscense to make fun of me. Use w caution and fear of consequential punishment. Btw, what ur schedule like wednesday or thursday?
No response.
Towards the end of the that I should've flipped the script, and have her be the knitter. That was me be too excited about getting a text back from her and also, thinking I am the lamer one in comparison to her. I've learned to not text when drunk, in a bad mood, and now when in too excited/reactive state.
On the day 2, I was kind of a bitch, i didn't get physical, cause I just didnt feel like it. Towards the end the date I felt some pressure to get physical and made the excuse I was cold, so we walked arm n arm. I know, pretty fuckin lame. Anyways, I thought I was done after that date, because I wasn't dominant enough, or man to woman enough but I eventually did get a text back after sending 2-3 manwhore re-engage texts. However, I seemed to falter somewhere along the line.
In general, I am able to get girls to text back and have really long text interactions with them invested a bit, which is good, but it ends up being me chasing for a long time and then getting fed up with it. I need be more man to woman in text and in person. Also, I need to somehow get the power balance back on my side.
Here's the text after the day 2, after a few unresponse to MW re-engage texts.
Me: Tonite i wanna go down on u & make u extremely happy. Then come back up slowly & fuck u real good. yours truly, gas prices
Her: Who is this?
Me: Jesus
Me:Actually, not true. its XXX. Although, i did grow a rather expansive beard last week.
Her: I was wondering where you went. I got a new phone after it broke during sandy nonsense.
Me: Went to heaven and back. It was sweet. Sandy was actually enjoyable for me. Is your house and family safe?
Her; Yea, no probelms in Philly. Brother was stuck in ny. Parents had nothing wrong. My sister's fam is still outta power in Bucks county. It's wreaking havoc on the polls today.
Me; Yeah, my family was stick in a hotel, so i stayed w them and got free breakfastbuffets and happy hours for 4 days. you workin the polls tonight?
No response
Next day
Me: Are you free tonight or tomorrow? Lets hang out and drink a beer(although hot coco sounds better in this weather) amd watch a movie. I have the beer, you can pick the movie.
No response
Next day
Me: The only thing better than wine is FREE WINE!! As much as i hate my apartment complex, i love them today.
No response
3 days later
Me; Worst thing about daylight saving. Getting up at 1 leaves you with only 4 hrs of light. Much bullshit.
2 days later
Me: Bet my weekend beat yours,, ya goof.
Her: I would be willing to bet we had drastically different weekends.
Me: Is everything ok? Something about you feels off right now.
Her: Ha, off? No, Im working on a bunch of school stuff whcih isn't awesome, but such is life. I was being serious, I bet we could even compare weekends. Especially bc fun isnt any kind of standard basis.
Me: Good. I knitted and made a sweater. Did someone get arrested again? Aww, how cute.
Her: Ha, no, no. But I didn't knit. Can't in fact. A sweater is ambitious.
Me: Do you realy think i knit? I know i have my shit together but doesnt mean im a domesticated grandmother...yet. Also, if i knitted id make an awesome mexican sweater, good for this weather. But, try me, lets hear your actual weekend.
Her: Haha, I don't know, everybody has different passions. You may be an excellent knitter.
Me: Ok, I lied. Im really good at bingo. After seducing you, im goin for your grandmother. I tend to skip generations.
Her: Those seem to be very unrelated skills.
Me; Was that a dig at my bingo skills/ Beb, you know where to hit a man where it hurts ;)
hour later
Me: Just bought a pink shower scrubber for a paid experiemtn, so now you have some liscense to make fun of me. Use w caution and fear of consequential punishment. Btw, what ur schedule like wednesday or thursday?
No response.
Towards the end of the that I should've flipped the script, and have her be the knitter. That was me be too excited about getting a text back from her and also, thinking I am the lamer one in comparison to her. I've learned to not text when drunk, in a bad mood, and now when in too excited/reactive state.