I Believe an Introduction is in Order.

Gentlemen. Ladies. Welcome to A Single Man's Diary. You can call me Duke. This diary will only be posted on by your's truly with 100% genuine stories about my interactions or observations with the opposite sex, unless told otherwise. Some of what you may read will be of sexual nature, and possibly offensive. If you feel you have to comment, go right ahead, what's done is done. I will also give you suggestions of what I have learned from my many dealings with women. All the people mentioned will be given aliases to keep their identities secret. I will post a different case (my interactions with a specific woman) at least once a month, and will start from the beginning. These cases will not necessarily be in order of when they occurred, but I'll do my best. Since some of the subjects of cases appear in the recalling of other cases, I may use different aliases in different cases, but I will never use the same alias for two different subjects. When referring to a subject's "best friend" I will use the name Diamond. When referring to a subject's "ex" I will use the name Squid. I hope you enjoy your stay, and return back soon.

Monday, January 2, 2012

Subject Zero. Code Name: Eraser. Extra Life. Part 2.

Sometimes life gives everyone second chances, fuck those lucky few get all the chances in the world and don't know what to do with them, but still those who use them with care tend to get the best results possible.

Time passes, with me bouncing from girl to girl. No foundations being laid, and myself when times were good. Yet somehow I had a small idea to re-open the Case of Subject Zero. All it took was a simple text message. See the thing was, her and I lived in rather close proximity, and would randomly text one another even though I was so brutal on the breaking her off. “Yo do you need a ride home from work today? ;P” All it took.

Not to my surprise though, as females do so easily, she tried to pick up right from where we left off (before the whole me cutting her off). I gave her one ride home and she felt everything would just fall back into place. Trying to plan a picnic. Inviting me to dinner with two other friends. I was honestly the boyfriend who never got any. If it was Christmas break, and she was single, she would have me with her most of the week. If she was planning a dinner with her best friend, and her best friend wasn’t single, I would have to tag alone and be her date. It was a process that re-occurred over and over again. I let it blindly happen to me. This time though it would be different. I told her that I didn't want things to cycle back to the way they were. Putting the foundation down right away before she could get any ideas. I made her a deal, that her and I would get together and talk.

She figures this talk will be simply a repeat of last time, where I’ll tell her how I can’t be her friend anymore, blah blah blah. On the other hand I plan on actually making a move on her. Yes in the 5 years her and I were friends, I never made a move. Making a move is really the only way you can judge what sort of position you are in relationship wise. All I had to do was kiss her and she would have to make the next move for once. Whether it be ending the friendship or taking it forward, at least I would have done all that I could.

This planning the talk seemed to be harder than the French trying to hold on German in World War II. Every single time her and I made plans to do it, something came on either on my side or hers. But as luck giving this the second chance would have it a random chain of event gave me the opportunity I needed.

I get a text message in the middle of the night saying that she had missed her bus and needed a ride. I dropped her off just on the street next to hers. Even though she was in her 20’s she lived at home, and the parents didn’t approve of motorcycles. So we are walking, and as per usually messing with each other. Trying to flick each other in the nose. As we get wrapped up in one another’s arms (trying to prevent the flicking) I went in for a kiss… And as luck would have it, before I move an inch into the six inch distance between our lips she points out she believes she sees her family walker her dog. I turn my head to see them, not in the far distance. A perfect moment shattered by bad luck. To see the bright side, at least I had only begun the long haul to her lips, not like I was already halfway there. So next time would surely still be a surprise…
*POINTER* Kiss her. Don’t wait too long. If you go three dates without giving the girl a kiss goodnight she may think you’re not interested. I would almost always kiss on the first date, unless the girl is rather shy, then I wait for the second. Kissing the girl is very much like asking the girl out. If she is feeling that after the first date, she likes you, it won’t hurt to do it, but if she isn’t, it can actually save you the cost on date number 2.
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