H.O.W. The distance, A dress, A night prt 2

Him: Oh excuse me I didn’t mean to get in your way.
D: It’s ok, your fine.
Him: wow you look good where’s your man at
D: Thanks, he’s right here

I turn around and give him the “fall back playa” head nod us D.M.V boys know how to do.

Him: oh my fault man
VK: (ice cold) No worries

Upstairs the Scene wasn’t half as classy as our previous location. I questions my self for my venue choice. Girls running around in their flip flops and Forever 21 frocks. Dudes in sequence V necks. Skinny dudes wearing those extra deep, low to the belly button V necks that let the world know that you’re either an anorexic hipster dude or an AIDS patient.

I was about to suggest a move to a lounge in U street when a rap song came on that she knew. She grabbed me by the hand took me to the dance floor and started tworking it. I was surprised by how well she could move for age.

VK: Damn girl
D: VK you have no idea, I’d break it down better on you if I wasn’t in these heels.

We spent the rest of our time moving to the beats. Occasionally we’d have to rest because of her heels but during that time we talked and people watched and got watched. One of the things that impressed me the most was the fact that when we were talking or dancing her attention was completely on me, not looking around the room to see who was in attendance or if there was anyone she knew. Around 12:30 , after the nice dinner, couple of drinks, and dancing the night away her feet hurt too much and she was ready to go. She also had tennis lessons with the kids in the morning. It was raining outside so I gave her my jacket to wear and she waited at the entrance as I pulled the car up.

As we drive back to my place where her tricked out Mercedes truck / swagger wagon is parked, she takes off her shoes pulls her knees up and has them pointed towards me. Her arm is undermine on the console and she rests her head on my shoulder and tells me how much she enjoyed the night. I pulled up behind her car and we say goodbye and hug for what seems longer than normal, kind of just holding each other. I want to kiss her but I’ve been patient with my python game, I’ve been a gentleman for most of the night (except for when my boner was on her butt on the dance floor), I figured to fall back, the moment wasn’t right. I went inside and fell asleep with a smile on my face from ear to ear.

Post Script.

I broke a lot of rules on this date. Real talk, that night easily cost me close to 2 grips on a first date. But speaking for myself here, there are plenty of moments when I have self doubt when I question myself as a student of game. I find myself on the outside walking past a beautiful woman on the street and I ask would I be good enough for her, would I have what it takes to keep a woman of that quality entertained for a night? A grown woman, a rarity, a form of femininity that’s hard to find in this City. I had to know what it was like to pull a hot older woman.

It was like stepping in the ring against a better skilled boxer who’s two weight classes up from you. But in doing so I went the distance, I stayed on my feet. In one night I gained more confidence in my self and my game than if I had gone on 50 sushi dates that ended in notches with 50 different 21 year olds. Something happened that I haven’t experienced in a while. I genuinely had fun and felt a rush while gaming. I actually cared about her past and her stories of accomplishments and failures. It was nice being on a date and not being able to guess the persons life story after the hello hug. The fact that I enjoyed myself and I had a memorable evening to me makes the money spent not matter.