For the Sake of it
My friend and I went to other rooms in the crowded, sweaty club but there was nothing to write home about. The guys were dry, and I was beginning to wonder what I was doing there. It was my mate's idea to go but I knew as soon as I set my foot into the place that it wasn't my scene. Call me a snob, but there was a distinct lack of sophistication in both the club and the clientele. Anyway, I perservered and I tried to chill but I wasn't feeling the vibe in the club.
But later on in the evening, the same guy who attempted my to chat me up re-appeared. We made eye contact and then we started chatting. Soon he made a move on me which I really wasn't sure about because I couldn't decided whether or not I fancied him. He was well over 6ft, slim, and had very little hair. Ok, he seemed to be losing his hair and decided to shave it off. I don't know if I like a guy without hair and he wasn't persuading me to try one now. But I soon gave in to his advances and we kissed. He had the weirdest kissing action that I have ever come across; his tongue was like a pneumatic drill going in and out of my mouth at a furious pace. I thought 'where's the fire?'. Then he said that he has a fantasy of being with a girl like me, referring to my ethnicity. What do you make of that? I was sort of flattered and a bit scared at the same time.
We exchanged numbers with a bit of intrepidation on my part, but I thought he could be someone I would like to get to know but there was no romance. This finally dawned on me when I ignored his phone calls. I texted back apologising for missing his calls. He then said he'll contact me later in the week so that we could organise something. I said that would look forward to his call. To my relief, he never called. Guys seem to quickly realise when a girl is not into him. But why does it take so long for girls to figure it out?