E, Girls, and (of course) alcohol!

I’ve managed by some indignant force of will to slide my way in and out of bed exactly twice today; a toss-ed fight between the pillows, sheets, flesh and floor, no doubt, due to my inane breaching of rules-and-guides-and any semblance of a "well rationed" thought.

What happened, you say?

E, of course, met a girl.

Not for the first time mind you, but masterful "date" set for the past eve (around 5ish, mmhmm, the boy said with a smile: "dinner and dancing and things of that sort.."and her heart swam a little, her blonde hair and soft face once again met mine with a smile, and my o’ my…the night was on.

So it began with dinner in le loop, at this fun little place called Riddles, an eclectic little place, pasta and all, but most importantly….full of dinner menus swimming in onions. I start early, a vodka cranberry vs. her st. louis pride a la schlafly’s, and force my way up-and-down the menu for a good 20 as im retelling dramatic tales of my youth (ah yes, cuz i have so many) and shesgigglingandsmilingandgivingmethatlook. And then i finally decide to order (a la E) which of course, involves changing the item on the menu to something sans onion, and other delightful "personalized" changes.

"High maintenance is just another word for quality," i can hear Annas voice resounding in my head, as i continue on my newest-dating venture.

(EDIT: and at just this moment she called me, so i ran off to the park…..But i came back and finished the entry today, so keep reading!)

My vodka cranberry goes down just fine with my selection of lamb, and the night continues on in dashing-E-fashion.

We go to blueberry hill, and each get another drink or 2 (ok, and maybe a shot as well) and then..what does she say? "E, i challenge you to pinball!" and so the games begin, alot of clanging, banging, and giggling later, i managed to squeeze out victory…She mumbles a bit more then, and brings up "how she loves xbox and is currently infatuated with "x men the video game."

Yes, you heard that right.

Blonde. Beautiful. An avid video gamer. Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner.

….but the pinacle came not too long after, in talks of black clothes and pink dresses, of sports and highschool.

"i was a cheerleader in highschool."

And he laughed ladies and gentlemen, trulytotallyandcompletelylaughed.

Definitely, a keeper, MMmmmmmm.

But back to the story, we moved on shortly after (i ran into one or 2 law students while at blue hill also, Chris and a few of the 1L guys, but of course, politely declined to join them.

Next a brief trist at pin up bowl, more maniacal drinking, and followed by dashing conversation, a nice evening stroll around the loop, and concluded with her giving me a ride back to my car (which was left at school).

On the drive home, there were various road construction signs, detours, and other evil constructs of the state, the end result of which was us turning into one of those "gated" st louis residential communities, and some other car (apparently lost) following us with the shred of hope that we had any idea where we were going. Of course, we did not. We drove around a few turns, ended up on a dead-end street, and this car was still following us. "pull over" i said "and turn off the lights so it looks like we planned to come here."  and sure enough, she does, and sure enough, the other car "feels foolish" as it turns down the deadend street, sees us "park" and has to do a U-turn. We both had a laugh, and le girl earned a few bonus points for that one.

All told i made it home around 3am, and i had a test at 9:00 the following day. Ah yes, girls.

-The story doesn’t end here though, as the next day, post-test, i’m back in my apartment, its after-noon and lying on my bed, trying to catch a few brief moments of needed rest and recovery from a night of sleep deprivation, alcohol, and girls, my little cell phone sings out, and i see her magical number flash before my eyes. I scrambled to full-functionality, find my little piece of silver delight, and joyously answer the phone.

"lunch in forest park E, at the boathouse?"

Sure, give me like….30 minutes, he replies

"excellent"

And i’m frantically running around, trying to shower, dress, and make my self ever-so-irresistable in the brief timeline i gave myself. We have a nice "walk in the park" and continue are seemingly endless conversation. After a few hours of park-time, I mumble something about eating, she smiles and asks where…

"dressels, i decide" because well, bratwurst is fucking delicious, not to mention its one of the coolest places ever.

Dinner, lovely conversation and 3 or so vodka-cranberries later, its 12 or so, and we are walking in the rain, through the central west end, and we arrive at the 34 club for another extravaganza of shots, drinks, and fun.

"this weekend is flying by so fast E, you are just so much fun"

i smile, and like always she giggles and touches my dimples.

Cut to 3am or so, we stumble back to my apartment, she whispers again how "this evening went by so fast" and the eternal bliss continues….

10am or so, i walk her back to her car, we chat for another 30 or so, and she finally drives off to her place.

A hint of sadness, a glinting smile, and a return to my bed for a continued nap in vain attempt to recover the lost hours of sleep. But nows its 2pm, i’m awake, and we are planning on meeting later this evening.

I found my blonde-cheerleader-girl-who-plays-video-games-and-likes-the-gothic-boys.

I don’t know how, but i did it. And definitely worth the wait, definitely.

And here is E, happy.

 

Oodles o’ love,

Erotique