Escape From LA
We were at Matrix in San Francisco on a Saturday night (a couple weeks ago) while I was teaching a PI. I had spent a good chunk of the night talking to this cute filipina girl, but lost track of her when I went to the restroom (reference Extraordinary). When I came out of the restroom, I ran into detox who let me know that one of our female buddies was outside with some of her friends from Los Angeles who were visiting for the weekend.
Everyone was already outside when I walked out to meet and greet. looking at the ratio, there seemed to be four guys and four girls (all extremely cute). I ended up talking to “Cloe”–who seemed to be the youngest of the group. Evidently the other two girls were her sister and sister-in-law. We started talking about SF and all the things she had seen while visiting. Then I commented on her boots, which was a pair of the infamous Fuck Me Boots or “FMBs” as she called them. That little comment quickly made things a little more sexual, at which I made sure to capitalize on.
NOTE: There’s no need to get overwhelmed and over-think making the interaction sexual. It really can be as easy as a simple comment. Use general/specific observations and don’t be afraid to call her out on her sexiness. Example: “Wow, you’re really workin’ those boots. Now I’m curious if you’re AS sassy when they come off.”
Sometime after that, all 8 of us decide to grab a late night bite to eat, so we split off in groups of 4 and drive to one of our favorite 2am restaurants. On the way there, I’m sitting in the backseat with Cloe. It was a lot of fun seeing how sneaky we could be with our physical advances, knowing that her sister-in-law was sitting right there in the front seat (Keep in mind, I’ve known this girl for 10 minutes.)
Dinner was great. We were all laughing and cutting up and just having a great time–It makes me proud to think how well my crew carried themselves that night. At one point in the night (in the midst of all the festivities) I lean over to Cloe and whisper in her ear:
ME: “Tell me how the fuck I’m going to get you home with me tonight?” HER: “My sister is right there? She’s very protective.” ME: “I know, that’s what I’m saying. So what do we do? Can we beat her over the head with a bat or drug her or something?” HER: “Just hit her with that vase. That should do it.” (there was a vase on the table) ME: “I’ll distract her, you make a run for the car.”
NOTE: Some might call these “sexual barriers”, but fore some reason that phrase puts a bad taste in my mouth. Always make sure these are natural. There’s nothing worse then making a long reach with something like “I want to kiss you right now but the bartenders looking.” Lame.
Haha, It was a very enjoyable time, and it was obvious that logistics just wasn’t going to play in our favor. We ended up all hanging out again the next night before they left but, again, the close just wasn’t in the cards.
After they left back for LA, I continued talking to Cloe on facebook. She told me how much she loved San Francisco and how she couldn’t wait to go back, and how she wished we could have “spent a little more time together” and whatnot. And I’m not exactly sure how this happened, but ultimately (sometime during one of our online conversations) she decides to make a special secret trip back to the bay area and asked me if that would be okay. I of course said sure, but the next weekend I had a PI and two weekends after that, A-Game was comin’ back into town to hang out, so that weekend in the middle seemed like the best option. So it was settled, she was gonna pack a bag, fly in for a couple of days and not tell her family or friends where she is (and also made sure that the only person I told was detox). So it was settled, she was coming Saturday morning and I planned accordingly.
Last Friday morning (the day before she was supposed to come) around 10am, while I’m walking back to my place from the CalTrain station, I get a text from Cloe saying that her mom’s and brother’s birthday party had just been moved up from next weekend to this weekend and asked if it would be okay if she came next weekend instead. Well, I had been up all night since the day before (again, reference Extraordinary) and was just too exhausted at the moment to respond. However, once I had gotten some sleep (which is very important), I let her know that this was very short notice and that next weekend wasn’t going to work because I had plans. A few hours later, she texts me saying that the party was in the evening but if she could get on an 8pm flight, she could be in SF by 9. Gotta love the commitment from this girl . . . I mean seriously.
So, Saturday night comes around and me and detox drive to the airport to pick her up. The great thing about this rendezvous is that there was nothing that I had to do. It was already “on” before she even got off the plane, SO we might as well just relax and enjoy ourselves.
NOTE: Foreshadowing and tone setting is HUGE!!
We leave from the airport and head straight for the city where one of my favorite bands, Roger Clyne and The Peacemakers, were playing a show at The Great American Music Hall. It was both Cloe and detox’s first RCPM show and I was stoked that I was gonna get to share it with them. We find a nice little spot (with a great view of the stage) up in the balcony. detox had gotten wasted at my place the night before, so he respectfully declined when I offered to buy him a drink. Cloe was game thou, and because she wasn’t familiar with whiskey, I ordered a few James on the rocks for us to enjoy while we watched the show. It was great because she got to see me in my element. I love this band and I know every word to every song and she was able to witness my passion and utter enjoyment, which ultimately spread over everyone around me. We all had just an amazing fucking time.
After the concert, detox drops us off at my place. I put on some music and poured us a couple glasses of Evan Williams black label bourbon. The E.W. was a little to strong for her pallet so I got the idea to mix it with a little OJ, which she really seemed to dig. Because neither of us knew the official name for the mixture, she ended up calling the drink “bourbange”–which I thought was kinda funny actually.
We then just cuddled up on the couch, drank our whiskey and enjoyed some of MY favorite music. With each sip of the bourbon, I was able to point out all the subtle details of each song which made her fall in love with the music just as I had once upon a time. It truly was a great night. We eventually headed to bed, and well . . . we all know what happened after that.
The next day in a half was kinda just like that. We would “sleep” in, we’d grab yogurt, I cooked for her, we hit up a movie, and then she eventually went back home to LA. When she got back, she kinda got into a little trouble with her family and friends (being that no one knew where she was for 2 days), but she told me that she would do it all again in a heartbeat.
It’s a beautiful thing.
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