Part II of "Who says that"

To get the rest of this story please read the previous one.
If you remember, the girl's name I'm using here is Sophia.
When I got back to Milwaukee, the first thing I did was call Sophia. I know, some of you may be saying "hey you didn't wait the three days to call her" or "calling her that quickly is a sign of desperation." First, who invented the 3 day rule. I understand there could be many reason as to why wait 3 days to call a girl. What I want to know is the reason that made it the rule, what was the hay that broke the camel's back. If anyone knows, please advice. Second, I was a bit desperate, this girl was fine and I was hadn't had some play in about a month, maybe more.

Anyway, I call Sophia when I get there, I was really hoping the number she had given me wasn't to a Chinese take out place, or the "singles" phone line. To my relief it was her cell number in Chicago. Again, a while back I wrote about having a list of things to talk about when you first call a girl you just met. In this case I didn't have a list of things to talk about because I had just gotten home from the 5 hour drive from Iowa.

She answered and I have to admit she sounded surprised I called her this quick.
I say "Hey Sophia, just calling to say hi and making sure you didn't give me a fake number"
She says "Wow, I'm really surprised you called me this quickly, usually guys wait at least 3 days to call me"
I say "really? I guess some guys are arrogant enough to wait that long and not realize that a fine girl like yourself can get snatched by anyone right away." How cheesy is this line.
She says "if other guys use the lines your using on me, I don't think you have to worry about me being snatched up, and by the way, no one snatches me up, I snatch guys up." BURN, number 15 I think, maybe higher. At this point I think she's gonna hang up on me, my face is red and I'm stumbling to find some words to say. She was gracious enough to say "Just kidding, but really I hope your just being charming and not serious with those lines"
I say "Of course, it's part of my charm, and I'm not using those line to get to bed with you"
she says "nothing you say will get me to bed with you, it's what you do not what you say that will determine that."

seriously, at this point I really don't know what to say. She saves the conversation and not let it get to the awkward silence and says "So, when are you coming to visit me"
I say "I'll hop on my car right now if you want me to"

Lets think about what's happening here. At first I thought I was in control of the situation, I'm thinking, yeah this girl is way into me. However, at this point and with that last answer I realize, this girl has me by the balls. I'm acting way to desperate and try to track back and say "Just kidding, I'm not busy two weekends from now, I can go then"
she says "That's too bad, if you were serious about coming now, I definitely would've made it worth your while" Damn, this girl has the upper hand on me the whole time and every answer I get leaves me speechless and acting like a dumbass. But I resist to back track once again and say "Oh well, but if you really want me to go there I guess I can try, let me call you back in an hour"
she says ok and we hang up.

I get home and the first thing I do is pack my bags as quickly as I can, if you would've seen me you would've thought that immigration was at my door and I was on my way to the next city. I pack, get my shit ready and I'm out the door. This is about 2 in the afternoon on a Saturday. I figured I would get there by 4 or 5 and have plenty of things to do. As I get to the freeway, I call her and tell her I'm on my way. She says "oh really, cuz I just made other plans and will be busy this weekend." I really felt like a fool now, and I told my self, that's it I'm not calling this girl anymore and I'm sure as hell not going there, but just as I'm thinking this and about to say something stupid, she says "Just kidding I'll be waiting"

I get there, park my car, knock on her door and she gives me the biggest, longest kiss any had girl had given me up to that point. I was so shocked, I felt like a marine (no disrespect superican) that was in war for two years and just got home to see my wife. When I went inside, she made some snacks and told me we were gonna have a good weekend.

First, we went to Michigan avenue, that will be the shopping area for those not familiar with the chitown area. She asked me if I brought any dress clothes, to which I said no, I packed so quickly I even forgot to pack underwear for the next day. She bought me a pair of pants and a shirt, and I bought some shoes at the Kenneth Cole store, I figured I needed a pair anyway (oh yeah, she bought me underwear and socks as well).
After some shopping we went back to her place, got ready (by the way I didn't have any idea as to what we were gonna do that day, but she had the whole day planned) and she just told me to drive and that's it. We went to the Hispanic area (by the way on the way there we went through Cabriney Green (sp?), which are some fucked up ass projects. I think the worst in the area, she told me this"Ok we're gonna go through a rough area, but we're really running late and that's the quickest way to get there. When you see the projects on your right hand side, there will be four stop lights from the beginning to the end of the projects, don't stop for any of those lights, pass right through then, and don't worry about getting pulled over for passing lights, there aren't cops around here at this time. OH SHIT, where the fuck is she taking me, remember at that time I had no idea where we were going. We passed it with no problem, but there could've been some problems. I had a Honda Civic (low to the ground) and there were so many pot holes, and they were so huge that I thought for sure I would mess something up on the car and would have to stop. Luckily no problems and made it to the play on time.

The play was in spanish and kind of weird, but it was a local production that a friend of hers was in. The play is over, she introduces me to her friends, for which I get the ok from. Then we go to eat. We drive for a while and we get to Little Italy, and eat the best Fettuccini Alfredo I have ever eaten. She made reservations to this place and we still had to wait for 2 hours to get in. But it was worth while, we saw a few of the Bulls players there and some from the other team they were playing, I can't remember who it was.

Dinner is great, we get done, we go to a club, do some dancing to burn of the calories, we get to her place at about 4 and then comes the best part.

NO we did not have sex, as in actual intercourse, but we did other things. I gotta tell you, what she did that night was the best and most erotic thing I have experienced. Of course to some I'm probably leaving out the best details, but believe me when I say this, sex would've ruined what I experienced that night. It was so sensual and so erotic that (I'm getting hot just thinking about it) to the day I can't forget it or thinking about it and wishing I could do it again.

Some of the fellas are probably thinking "what a puss, who talks about sensual and erotic and not care about sex" Believe me it was something that was better than sex.

The next day we woke up at 11, she made brunch. I was really speechless and didn't know what to say and we both sat there just relaxed and the silence wasn't awkward. When we were done she helped me pack the rest of my stuff, we went to the Bulls game in the afternoon (we had really good seats). When the game was over I took her home and I drove back home. On my way out the door I got the same big, long kiss I had gotten in the beginning.

For me, this was probably the best "date" I ever went on. It was something that was so nice, spontaneous that I can't forget it.

Anyway, I called her a couple of times, we talke but eventually it stopped and haven't talked to her since. I always wonder where she's at or what she's doing. What a night that was.

This isn't a story you would expect from the nugget, but I think writing about it, makes it good and I can leave it in the past.