6:28 p.m. - 2003-03-29
Josie
Josie was cuter than I expected. Kinda short, with black hair, dark skin, little glasses, and a sweet face. Conversation was choppy and awkward, but that was to be expected. We went to Starbucks so I could read her Tarot cards. She was really... maddening, the way she avoided any heavy conversation. She would shrug off most questions with, "hm, I dunno". It drove me nuts. I'm very open, and I tell all, and when someone is elusive with me, even someone I don't know very well, it drives me crazy. I finally said, "Um, do you feel kinda awkward about... the fact that we talked so much about sex and now we've... met in person?" As I said this, I touched her on the arm, shyly.

She responded, "Well, no, not really, but if you keep touching me like you're going be sprayed in sex wee."

Oh my god. LO-fucking L. (That was laughing out fucking loud if you didn't catch it.) From anyone else, I would've been offended. But from her, it was cute. I blushed, finished my coffee and changed the subject. We went for a walk.

Per my request, we ended up in the clearing in the forest, a frequent haunt I like to make out in. It was all me. This girl didn't initiate jack shit. We talked mostly, leaning back on the fallen tree trunks, while I lightly touched her arm. I really wanted to fool around. What's wrong with me? My hormones are unstoppable. I'm like a Year 7 boy with his first FHM. Things got started when she was commenting on something and said the word "awesome". I giggled flirtatiously and said, "Am I awesome?" She said, "Well, I haven't... had you to say if you're awesome."

"Had me?" I said, wide eyed, feigning innocence.

"Well, I haven't... tasted you or anything to say if you're awesome." she said.

I smiled coyly and said "taste me", matter of factly.

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Satisfied, we kissed very gently (me initiating), and we talked some more. I asked her why she was holding back. (She was obviously aroused, in a deserted forest with a guy she was attracted to... I couldn't figure it out.) She admitted that she didn't know my "limits", and she was afraid to go past them. I could've been a total slut and said, "Why don't you find out?" and unzip my jeans, but I didn't. I didn't. Do you know how much restraint this took? Lately, girls have been a candy store and I've been trick or treating (thank you, Paula Abdul, for those inspired lyrics).

Around 2:30 am, thoroughly horny and slightly frustrated, we walked back so she could retrieve her car. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips and said, "It was nice to meet you," which kinda bugged me, cause it seemed like an awfully casual way to end the date. "It was nice to meet you" is something you say to your mum's friend. Whatever. I'll never understand girls.

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