CHARLOTTE'S BIRTHDAY
Today is my ex-girlfriend's birthday. After a woman turns 30, I don't think it really matters how old she is and I wouldn't want to be the one that asks.
I met Charlotte about a year after I graduated from college. I knew a friend who worked for a marketing survey company. It specialized in conducting surveys for electronic manufacturers. He was Filipino and practically everyone who worked the phones for that company was Filipino. Charlotte was in the cube next to me at work one day and when the day was over, we started talking. The rest, as I love to say, is history.
Charlotte got married and had three kids, but unfortunately, she's currently going through a divorce. So lately, she's been able to go out and have some fun because she's almost single again. She's getting her masters and invited all of her classmates (mostly women) and some of her co-workers to her party.
I was a little nervous about going because I wasn't sure what to expect. Charlotte's been my wing-girl lately, hooking me up with the girlies when we go out. Tonight was probably going to be no different.
As soon as I entered her house, Charlotte was all smiles and introducing me to everyone she knew. I couldn't tell if she was just happy to see me, drunk or proud that I was a friend of hers. I quickly looked around and noticed a range of mid-20s to 30+ women. I turned my mar-dar (marriage radar) on and figured out at least two women were married or engaged. When asked, Charlotte confirmed that three women were taken. Obviously, they were the most attractive.
Although some of the Asian girls were cute, for some reason, I have been attracted to white girls lately. I'm not sure why that is. I think it might have something to do with whoever I am thinking about. At one time, I was into mixed girls because I was seeing a half-Portuguese half-black chick. I waited for my opportunity and sat down next to the white girl I was looking at.
Her name was Stephanie and she looked petite and a little shy. I don't know why I'm a sucker for shy girls, but I am. Maybe it has something to do with my inner shyness. I get quiet around attractive girls, but I think it is more a dumbing down effect. But Stephanie wasn't knock-out gorgeous or anything, so I felt like I had command of this situation.
The funny thing is that the living room we were in was full of Charlotte's classmates and within ten minutes, only Stephanie and I were left. She was stuck in the corner seat with me and she looked terribly uncomfortable. I didn't care because I had a few drinks in me and was willing to do some Chinese water torture to her. Making people uncomfortable isn't very nice, but when I can tell someone isn't used to attention, I think it's the one time it is.
But my bladder started calling and I had to use the bathroom. When I got out, Stephanie was gone and I thought I might have lost my chance. As I walked around, I noticed she had moved to the kitchen where everyone else was. I wasn't worried though because I knew my wing-girl would be in class with her next week anyway. So as I walked through the kitchen, I stole a glance at Stephanie and was happy to make eye-contact.
The night wore down and soon enough, no one was left except those few who had drank too much - Chantelle, Marilou, Marco and myself. Charlotte had mentioned earlier that a few of her friends were planning to spend the night. Soon enough, the bottle started spinning on the table and kisses were going around. I noticed that Marco, Charlotte's masseuse, was getting awfully close with Chantelle. How would Charlotte feel about this?
I left before things got too hairy. Charlotte walked me out and she was pissed. "That fucking asshole! I am so mad!" she said. I knew Charlotte wanted him but Marco was happy enough to bone whatever was in front of him. Could you blame the guy? I later found out he spent the night and that Charlotte was furious. At least her anger finally got rid of the crushilitis she had.
Today is my ex-girlfriend's birthday. After a woman turns 30, I don't think it really matters how old she is and I wouldn't want to be the one that asks.
I met Charlotte about a year after I graduated from college. I knew a friend who worked for a marketing survey company. It specialized in conducting surveys for electronic manufacturers. He was Filipino and practically everyone who worked the phones for that company was Filipino. Charlotte was in the cube next to me at work one day and when the day was over, we started talking. The rest, as I love to say, is history.
Charlotte got married and had three kids, but unfortunately, she's currently going through a divorce. So lately, she's been able to go out and have some fun because she's almost single again. She's getting her masters and invited all of her classmates (mostly women) and some of her co-workers to her party.
I was a little nervous about going because I wasn't sure what to expect. Charlotte's been my wing-girl lately, hooking me up with the girlies when we go out. Tonight was probably going to be no different.
As soon as I entered her house, Charlotte was all smiles and introducing me to everyone she knew. I couldn't tell if she was just happy to see me, drunk or proud that I was a friend of hers. I quickly looked around and noticed a range of mid-20s to 30+ women. I turned my mar-dar (marriage radar) on and figured out at least two women were married or engaged. When asked, Charlotte confirmed that three women were taken. Obviously, they were the most attractive.
Although some of the Asian girls were cute, for some reason, I have been attracted to white girls lately. I'm not sure why that is. I think it might have something to do with whoever I am thinking about. At one time, I was into mixed girls because I was seeing a half-Portuguese half-black chick. I waited for my opportunity and sat down next to the white girl I was looking at.
Her name was Stephanie and she looked petite and a little shy. I don't know why I'm a sucker for shy girls, but I am. Maybe it has something to do with my inner shyness. I get quiet around attractive girls, but I think it is more a dumbing down effect. But Stephanie wasn't knock-out gorgeous or anything, so I felt like I had command of this situation.
The funny thing is that the living room we were in was full of Charlotte's classmates and within ten minutes, only Stephanie and I were left. She was stuck in the corner seat with me and she looked terribly uncomfortable. I didn't care because I had a few drinks in me and was willing to do some Chinese water torture to her. Making people uncomfortable isn't very nice, but when I can tell someone isn't used to attention, I think it's the one time it is.
But my bladder started calling and I had to use the bathroom. When I got out, Stephanie was gone and I thought I might have lost my chance. As I walked around, I noticed she had moved to the kitchen where everyone else was. I wasn't worried though because I knew my wing-girl would be in class with her next week anyway. So as I walked through the kitchen, I stole a glance at Stephanie and was happy to make eye-contact.
The night wore down and soon enough, no one was left except those few who had drank too much - Chantelle, Marilou, Marco and myself. Charlotte had mentioned earlier that a few of her friends were planning to spend the night. Soon enough, the bottle started spinning on the table and kisses were going around. I noticed that Marco, Charlotte's masseuse, was getting awfully close with Chantelle. How would Charlotte feel about this?
I left before things got too hairy. Charlotte walked me out and she was pissed. "That fucking asshole! I am so mad!" she said. I knew Charlotte wanted him but Marco was happy enough to bone whatever was in front of him. Could you blame the guy? I later found out he spent the night and that Charlotte was furious. At least her anger finally got rid of the crushilitis she had.
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