Serious Panic Here...
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snowy ciara
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We're going to the Leather bar for dinner. Help.
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snowy ciara said:
*runs over with the emergency stash of cookie* you don't want to know what I had to go through to keep these hidden from Aeroil, Canadiancutie and Grace...
Deep breath... do it with me this time Snowy.... (and breathe 1, 2, 3)
And this is differnt from having dinner at a Sports Bar? No, really - you go they have a couple of chicken dishes, a couple fish dishes, a couple of beef, burgers, and subs and house specialties... She probably chose it as a place where people wouldn't look at you funny if you had a bit of fun and flirting.
You go, you eat, you talk... normal every day things that if you did not attach the word "DATE," you would do without thinking. It's probably a place that would handle the casual dressy thing. OK? Smile...
[matchmaker]
No I mean you smile for me... There ya go!
No.* takes Snowy's hand down from her covered eyes* You may not hide your face... [/matchmaker]
If you don't know what to say then ask a lot of questions - what her work entails, what she does on the weekends, where she went to school (if she did) what she thought of the region where the school was located... (OK these are my questions... but you get where I'm going with this)...
Don't give one word answers to her questions ... I know you already know that - just reminding you that this is a familiar place, even if you haven't been there in a while.
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Wow, I was in Maui when this thread was created, I guess that's why it totally passed me by..
There's already been alot of good advice given. I'm not sure what I can contribute in that regards that hasn't already been said.
But I will say I'm envious of this Lesbian in Leather who gets to take our Snowy out on the town for a night.
Snowy, don't freak out, darling. Remember, she asked you out because she LIKES you. You're very likeable, and yes you're shy but chances are that's part of the reason she was drawn to you in the first place, so remember that! Shyness in a submissive is endearing. YOU are endearing, and funny, smart, pretty, and fun to talk to. If she's worth half her weight in salt she's going to recognize all of that before the night is through, if she doesn't know already.
I can't wait to hear how tomorrow night goes! This is exciting!
There's already been alot of good advice given. I'm not sure what I can contribute in that regards that hasn't already been said.
But I will say I'm envious of this Lesbian in Leather who gets to take our Snowy out on the town for a night.
Snowy, don't freak out, darling. Remember, she asked you out because she LIKES you. You're very likeable, and yes you're shy but chances are that's part of the reason she was drawn to you in the first place, so remember that! Shyness in a submissive is endearing. YOU are endearing, and funny, smart, pretty, and fun to talk to. If she's worth half her weight in salt she's going to recognize all of that before the night is through, if she doesn't know already.
I can't wait to hear how tomorrow night goes! This is exciting!
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Thank you ladies...
What I've discovered about Leather Bars in general...
If you're new, EVERYBODY outranks you.
Don't wear Leather 'til you've earned it.
If you don't know if you've earned it, you haven't yet....
About this bar in specific.
We're having 3 dollar cheeze burgers aned root beer floats as a fundraiser for an AIDS charity.
There's a dart tournament and a pool tournament.
I have to be out by 10 'cause I'm only 20.
I wonder if I can talk her into Chuck E Cheeze or something...
What I've discovered about Leather Bars in general...
If you're new, EVERYBODY outranks you.
Don't wear Leather 'til you've earned it.
If you don't know if you've earned it, you haven't yet....
About this bar in specific.
We're having 3 dollar cheeze burgers aned root beer floats as a fundraiser for an AIDS charity.
There's a dart tournament and a pool tournament.
I have to be out by 10 'cause I'm only 20.
I wonder if I can talk her into Chuck E Cheeze or something...
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snowy ciara said:
Don't beat her at darts or pool - or if you're so good and she's so bad that you must win against her, keep it close and be shy and self-deprecating ("It was luck - if you hadn't hit that soft spot on the rail, you'd have run the table on me.").
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BS Winston ... rofl.Sir_Winston54 said:
Keep it honest snowy. She'd be better off knowing you have one hell of a competitive streak. If things progress, your partner needs to know the important things.
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Does that really work on guys???
I like AA's advise better...Keep it honest, if you can beat then beat her. Play to have fun and if you win good if not that's good too as long as you both enjoyed the game. I don't her but if she's like most of the women I do know she won't be overly happy if you let her win and might even feel cheated. Especially if she's bad and knows she bad.
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giggling madly at Sir W I suck at pool, but darts... 
Let the trouncing begin.
Let the trouncing begin.
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Really? Cricket?snowy ciara said:giggling madly at Sir W I suck at pool, but darts...
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That, and baseball.
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But it's only 4-ish in the afternoon there. They're probably at the movie still. She kicks butt at cricket, btw.
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I lived! YAY ME!
Thanks to the remnants of hurricane emily we had tons of rains. Gallons of rain, whatever. So anyway....
I didn't go for anything leather, just nicer clothes than usual, and I even ironed my jeans. It was so humid and rainy that all the nice creases fell out before she even got there, but I made the effort. No heels, Alt. Mariposa braided my hair out of the way and lent moral support and tried not to giggle too much when I put eyeliner in my eye instead of under it.
I think A was all nervous too because she didn't ride the (relatively) newer Harley, she rode the completely restored 1940-41 ish Indian Scout. (The Harley's also a classic.) She said later she was biking to impress. After coaxing Eeyore (who doesn't like loud noises much) out from under the desk with catnip, and chiding me for letting my "classic" 20-ish year old Volvo just sit there and be used, we left between cloudbursts. We were way early, as we were trying to avoid getting soaked. We spent the extra time in the video arcade, so she already knows about my fiercely competitive streak. She seemed mostly impressed. She has one too, but she didn't indulge in the neener neener neener dance after beating me on the DDR machine. She says it was because she was out of breath.
STAR WARS SPOILER AHEAD
The movie was pretty good, much better then the previous crapola, but I was a little grossed out at the end when Anakin crawled out of the lava all torched and legless and such. It was pretty icky. When Yoda walked into the council room and proceeded to beat the snot out of the guards, A says "I love short little tough people!" and I started to think this might work out for a bit.
We hung out in the front of the theater for a little bit because it was raining again, and discussed picking up my car instead to go to the bar. The manager was standing nearby and told her that it was supposed to slack off, so we decided to stay with the bike. When it slowed down to a drizzle, we took off.
The bar was scary. Since this was a big fundraiser there were a lot (EEK!) Leatherlords (a gay Leather bdsm club from Metropolis) there as well as several hundreds (okay, maybe only 50 or so) of the Desert Leathermen (which includes FTM tg persons) and about the same number of the local women's club who'se name escapes me (which includes the MTF TG's). There were also tons of gender-bending bois, boiz, and boys, and girls, gurlz, and grrlz. I felt totally and completely out of place and hellaciously intimidated besides. A kept telling me to relax, and I tried. We grabbed dinner and a place to sit and pretty soon our table filled up with all sorts of sexy Leatherised peoples of every conceivable gender talking motorcycles and the Loughlin River Run and fisting and beating and all sorts of groovy things. I was just really quiet and polite and somewhat friendly, and very very glad of the dim lighting because my face was RED during most of the evening. At one point, I volunteered to go grab fresh drinks for A and I, forgetting that she was drinking beer. I was halfway to the bar when I remembered I can't buy beer in this country! (They'd stamped my hand with that ink that glows under a black light, and they were checking everybody. Even the hideously overworked waitresses and bussers had little flashlights with the special bulbs.) I went back to the table, 'splained the problem, and everybody, including me, had a chuckle at my expense. She switched to soda shortly after that anyway, cause she was driving and wanted to be sure she was unbuzzed when we left.
The darts tournament was supposed to start at 8, but it was nearly 830 before it was sufficiently organized. I almost didn't play, because I had to be out by 10, but A checked with the owners who said that if I was still playing at 10 and not drinking we could stay to finish. I suck too badly at pool. We played in the doubles tournament. D had warned her earlier (when he came out to see her ride) that I'm pretty good, so she decided to play with me instead of against me. We came in 3rd, which won us 50 bucks. We gave it to the Townsville AIDS Project and roared off. I was fairly un-nervous before the tournament began, but then... There were all these big and scary and muscley leathery pierced guys up there. I was the only girl, gurl or grrrl playing. At one point, while we were sitting down waiting for our turn, this one guy was talking about some scarification he has on his, ahem, head. He goes and plays, and I go up and play, and then when A goes up, he drops trou in the middle of the bar and shows me and no-one even bats an eyelash! There was some whoops and hollers, but I gather this sort of thing is sort of normal at that place. It's a rather nice little flower, by the way...
We ended up at my house again, laying in the hammock in the back yard talking and er, stuff while Eeyore played Tiger in the Grass. She's a good, er talker. Really really good. Eventually though, she had to call it a night and headed off, cause there's a Poker Run (something biker-ish, I gather. Anyone have a clue?) up in the mountains south of Townsville today. She called a little while ago, cause she wants to go out again. So I think maybe I did okay.
Thanks to the remnants of hurricane emily we had tons of rains. Gallons of rain, whatever. So anyway....
I didn't go for anything leather, just nicer clothes than usual, and I even ironed my jeans. It was so humid and rainy that all the nice creases fell out before she even got there, but I made the effort. No heels, Alt. Mariposa braided my hair out of the way and lent moral support and tried not to giggle too much when I put eyeliner in my eye instead of under it.
I think A was all nervous too because she didn't ride the (relatively) newer Harley, she rode the completely restored 1940-41 ish Indian Scout. (The Harley's also a classic.) She said later she was biking to impress. After coaxing Eeyore (who doesn't like loud noises much) out from under the desk with catnip, and chiding me for letting my "classic" 20-ish year old Volvo just sit there and be used, we left between cloudbursts. We were way early, as we were trying to avoid getting soaked. We spent the extra time in the video arcade, so she already knows about my fiercely competitive streak. She seemed mostly impressed. She has one too, but she didn't indulge in the neener neener neener dance after beating me on the DDR machine. She says it was because she was out of breath.
STAR WARS SPOILER AHEAD
The movie was pretty good, much better then the previous crapola, but I was a little grossed out at the end when Anakin crawled out of the lava all torched and legless and such. It was pretty icky. When Yoda walked into the council room and proceeded to beat the snot out of the guards, A says "I love short little tough people!" and I started to think this might work out for a bit.
We hung out in the front of the theater for a little bit because it was raining again, and discussed picking up my car instead to go to the bar. The manager was standing nearby and told her that it was supposed to slack off, so we decided to stay with the bike. When it slowed down to a drizzle, we took off.
The bar was scary. Since this was a big fundraiser there were a lot (EEK!) Leatherlords (a gay Leather bdsm club from Metropolis) there as well as several hundreds (okay, maybe only 50 or so) of the Desert Leathermen (which includes FTM tg persons) and about the same number of the local women's club who'se name escapes me (which includes the MTF TG's). There were also tons of gender-bending bois, boiz, and boys, and girls, gurlz, and grrlz. I felt totally and completely out of place and hellaciously intimidated besides. A kept telling me to relax, and I tried. We grabbed dinner and a place to sit and pretty soon our table filled up with all sorts of sexy Leatherised peoples of every conceivable gender talking motorcycles and the Loughlin River Run and fisting and beating and all sorts of groovy things. I was just really quiet and polite and somewhat friendly, and very very glad of the dim lighting because my face was RED during most of the evening. At one point, I volunteered to go grab fresh drinks for A and I, forgetting that she was drinking beer. I was halfway to the bar when I remembered I can't buy beer in this country! (They'd stamped my hand with that ink that glows under a black light, and they were checking everybody. Even the hideously overworked waitresses and bussers had little flashlights with the special bulbs.) I went back to the table, 'splained the problem, and everybody, including me, had a chuckle at my expense. She switched to soda shortly after that anyway, cause she was driving and wanted to be sure she was unbuzzed when we left.
The darts tournament was supposed to start at 8, but it was nearly 830 before it was sufficiently organized. I almost didn't play, because I had to be out by 10, but A checked with the owners who said that if I was still playing at 10 and not drinking we could stay to finish. I suck too badly at pool. We played in the doubles tournament. D had warned her earlier (when he came out to see her ride) that I'm pretty good, so she decided to play with me instead of against me. We came in 3rd, which won us 50 bucks. We gave it to the Townsville AIDS Project and roared off. I was fairly un-nervous before the tournament began, but then... There were all these big and scary and muscley leathery pierced guys up there. I was the only girl, gurl or grrrl playing. At one point, while we were sitting down waiting for our turn, this one guy was talking about some scarification he has on his, ahem, head. He goes and plays, and I go up and play, and then when A goes up, he drops trou in the middle of the bar and shows me and no-one even bats an eyelash! There was some whoops and hollers, but I gather this sort of thing is sort of normal at that place. It's a rather nice little flower, by the way...
We ended up at my house again, laying in the hammock in the back yard talking and er, stuff while Eeyore played Tiger in the Grass. She's a good, er talker.
Really really good. Eventually though, she had to call it a night and headed off, cause there's a Poker Run (something biker-ish, I gather. Anyone have a clue?) up in the mountains south of Townsville today. She called a little while ago, cause she wants to go out again. So I think maybe I did okay.
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snowy ciara said:
YAAAAY! Sounds like you had a good time. And doing a lot of er,talking... after, I'd say you did real well.
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Yay for you! *hugs* see, we knew you'd make it.
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Congrats for a wonderful night. Sounds very promissing indeed!
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First off, congrats snowybabe! A had a marvy time; you need to check your email, wench! You managed to shock the hell out of a lot of people over here as they all thought you'd run away if A even looked at you hard. Ladies and gents, A enjoys a reputation similar to that of DVS or Sir Winston or JamesG or AA or someone suitably frightening and available.
Second, a Poker Run is a motorcycle run with several stops in it. When the run the starts, everyone is dealt a few cards and at every stop, they get dealt one more, with the final card dealt at the the end. Whoever has the best Poker hand wins. If I remember correctly, the run this weekend is for the Humane Society and the winner gets a gift card from the Hide House.
Second, a Poker Run is a motorcycle run with several stops in it. When the run the starts, everyone is dealt a few cards and at every stop, they get dealt one more, with the final card dealt at the the end. Whoever has the best Poker hand wins. If I remember correctly, the run this weekend is for the Humane Society and the winner gets a gift card from the Hide House.
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Say, A sounds like a catch and if her reputation is correct, a lot of fun! And, we all know snowy is quite a catch and also a lot of fun. This could be the start of a...of a bunch of interesting date stories we will force her tell us, all in explicit detail.D's mariposa said:
OK, this might make me sound uninformed, but...what is the Hide House? From the name, I'd assume it's a place where you get kinky leather goods made?D's mariposa said:
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I loved this story. It sounds like everybody had fun, and that crowd actually seemed like a fun bunch. I hope you are more relaxed on that second date.snowy ciara said:
You know, because I can't seem to get anyone to answer my collarme ad, I'm going to live vicariously through you. That means, you have to do kinky things and then come home and tell us about them.
You're up for that, right?
