I wrote about Red a couple of weeks ago. In short: we went out a couple of times, I was pretty into her, I didn’t think that she was that into me, and I figured that the whole thing would end up going nowhere.
I hadn’t mentioned her again here, but things didn’t exactly fizzle out entirely. After a few days of no contact (spanning a weekend during which we’d tentatively planned to get together), I sent her a brief e-mail essentially saying that I’d enjoyed meeting her, thought she was awesome, and wished her the best.
I didn’t expect to hear back from her, but I did.
She said she hadn’t meant to blow me off. Long story short: we established that we sort of wanted to see each other again. She plays her cards pretty close to the vest, but I was feeling that maybe she was interested after all. Then she drunk-dialed me one night, which was … odd. (I’m used to being the dialer in those situations.) She said a few suggestive things, not outrageously so, but enough to lead me to believe I had a shot.
I originally wrote a longish and detailed post here, but it probably doesn’t warrant it. The bottom line is that, schedules being what they were, we didn’t have a chance to get together until this past weekend. She came over and I made us dinner. We made out a lot and got very drunk, and she stayed over. We slept in my bed, but nothing happened – I have an absolute rule against having sex for the first time with someone who’s so drunk that consent is even reasonably questionable.
But, as it usually does, morning came. And with it, soberness, more-or-less. And with that: kissing and caressing that turned into long, slow, languorous cunnilingus. Which turned into long, and occasionally very hard, sex.
She is beautiful, and delicious. She has an amazing body.
I have no idea where things are going with her, but I could see getting really attached.