I had a fantastic weekend. I met two different girls and they are both stuck in my mind. Ell is something else: easy to the eyes, beautiful, someone you see yourself with, not just your girlfriend; wifey, someone you can grow old with. She left me in a state of longing and curiosity and I found myself surprised and slightly disheartened when she didn't reach out to me.
The temptation to call her and break the silence loomed over me, but a wave of uncertainty held me back; I did not want to come across as intrusive or a nuisance. She didn't leave her handle, and her WhatsApp doesn't portray a thing, is she one of those people who have two lines, one for important people, and the other for, ' I don't care that much' and it happens I fall on the latter. It has been three days the girl hasn't replied.
She has been in my mind all weekend since we parted ways, I'm not sure if calling her is an option; who does that anymore? I decided to shoot her another one instead, just for the heck of it, something that would jog her mind and make her remember me.
'Are you ordering a salad or having salad?' and I hit send.
I didn't want to sound whiny or bothersome, but there was this force, drawing me to her and I couldn't shake it off. I wanted to explore life with her and get to know her, who was Ell. Let's see if she ignores this, if she does well, I would say give up, but nah; I will reach out again, dangling a carrot, and see if she won't come out of her shell. Let's see how this will play out, I'm patient, that's for sure.
Then there is Bev; she is so hot, she burns. She was a total walking red-flag beacon, and I was wary of her. Despite my inner turmoil, I couldn't shake the feeling that B had left a lasting impression on me. Her presence lingered in my thoughts. We spent most of the weekend together, we even shared a bed. I'm glad nothing of consequence happened. We had a splendid time. With Bev in the comfort of the house, it brought a greater sense of intimacy to our interactions than the club.
By this point, I will just call her B, Bev didn't sound right in my ears, and Beverlyne sounded too official and long for my tongue to roll out, Beverly sounded right, but you never know with women, Beverly might be a trigger for her. We will stick with B, it felt right. It felt natural on my lips the first time I pronounced it; 'B' was a simple yet intimate way to address her, we were friends after all, I call Isabella Isa, not that I have a habit of coming up with nicknames and abbreviations for beautiful ladies that I am attracted to, in a way.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of connection with B. Her look was mesmerizing, her eyes did hold you in a trance, looking deep into you, and you could not lie or deny her anything; she made my heart skip a beat. She had a way of capturing one and making the world fade away, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble, and I was afraid of that. Being under a woman's spell is something that I don't want to experience again. I would rather love you and have control over my emotions and actions than get consumed by them.
Our conversation flowed effortlessly, and I found myself being okay hanging out with her. We were comfortable in each other's presence and did not do it just to tolerate each other, or was it arranged like before. I didn't regret my time with her. She wasn't trying too much, not how I had perceived her the other day; she exuded an effortless coolness and collectedness that was mesmerizing; with a little hype on top, of course she was spirited. I knew on Saturday; she was behaving the way Vicky had suggested and guided her. She was more herself; not under possible feelings of pressure to conform to anything, from trying too hard or too eager to please and impress.
Seeing her being authentic and not putting on a show for anyone was refreshing. She was in her element; I could tell that she was just enjoying herself and having a good time. I couldn't help but notice a subtle shift in her energy. Gone was the sense of urgency; her laughter, once forced and strained, now flowed freely and unreservedly. With the twinkle in her eye and the genuine smile on her face, I was entrapped.
As the day unfolded and the sun dipped below the horizon, I found myself drawn to her in a way I hadn't been before, nor expected I could. I know I had dismissed her before, but after spending time together, I was captivated and found myself enjoying talking to her. She turned out to be a magnet, pulling me in and inviting me with her little quirks. My perspective of her had changed, and I wondered, maybe, just maybe, this is what Vicky saw.
It was for the best that we didn't indulge ourselves in any sexual penetrations; the night we shared a bed, she passed out immediately the moment she hit the bed. We were all hot and bothered, and I had all my restraints thrown out of the window, ready for what was to come next. Fortunately, it didn't come to that, despite the sexual tension and chemistry between us having hit the roof and burning us from within. All we wanted was to get behind closed doors, and the moment we did, she fell asleep.
Thinking about it, it wasn't meant to happen, that was the official cue and a reminder. Feeling a sense of relief wash over me, the fleeting moment of pleasure had passed, and I knew that in the morning, we could both face each other without any regrets or awkwardness. By the end of the evening, as we parted ways, there were no feelings of guilt or regret, just a mutual feeling of friendship. I hadn't jeopardized a shot with Ell yet, she just has to reply.