She asked me out, sort of... Now what do I do?

[snowy ciara]

Stupid question, I know. I was at a wedding party the other day, and there was a sexy motorcycle type lady there. I actually knew her before, (not well though) and I sat next to her at dinner. We were talking about movies and it sort of came about that neither of us have seen the new star wars yet, and maybe we should go together. I gave her my number, never actually expecting her to call, because I'm an idiot when it comes to dealing with people sometimes so I rarely get call-backs. I mean, I flirt with the males and the females on Lit, but it's a LOT harder in person and I usually end up babbling about stupid stuff or stammering and coming across like an idiot. Sort of like I'm doing now....

Anyway, she called a few minutes ago and we made a date for Saturday afternoon to go to the movie and dinner "or something" later and I'm starting to panic here. What am I gonna do? Help... What am gonna wear? I know she likes girly sometimes, 'specially on me, 'cause she told me so. She likes it because I'm such a tomboy and she usually sees me in that sort of outfit. How do you do girly on a motorcycle anyway?

Serious panic here. Send chocolate.

Help.

 

[cent_fl_guy]

Going to try to help a little

I am equally as dorkish, fortunately my gf was the dominate one and kept after me, because I missed all the signs that she was interested.

My advice is to be yourself, but be sure to wear the girly stuff, you can do that occaisonally, because that is who she asked out, and that is who she wants to be with.

best of luck, let me know what happens

 

[snowy ciara]

"Wax on, wax off, don't forget to breathe."

Right. I can do this. I can even manage girly for her. She's a bit Dommey, so I'm pretty sure I can do this...

 

[Xectxny19X]

Oh whoa! I was in the same boat as you some time ago. hehe, I think I know how you're feeling...okay, breathe with me now! *smiles* I'm pretty sure you're a lot better with these things than I am.

I'm going to echo what the above poster said. Be yourself and hey...wear what is comfortable and would make you feel beautiful, sexy, dominant...whatever it is you want to be feeling on a date! That way you'll know quickly if she likes you for who you are rather than your dressing or acting the way you think she may like.

Goodluck! I'm sure you'll be fine. I've always read your other posts. So, I think the woman will have very good company with her!

Darn...I'm happy for you and all...but I want a date w/ some1 I like! argggg!!!

 

[snowy ciara]

Thanks Xectxny19X! I was doing lots better, even breathing and such when she called back. It was a ahem, nice convo; I'm pretty sure I managed to not sound stupid.

I love your av. Highly perve-worthy.

 

[Xectxny19X]

awww...you'll be fine! Don't forget to update us on how it goes. *reassuring smile*

I can always live vicariously through someone else's date! hehe!

 

[snowy ciara]

I promise all the gory details, unless I do something really heinous... Then I'll just hide for the next 20 or so years.

 

[toy!]

is she picking you up on her m'cycle ?

if so, I would wear some capri's and strappy sandals

a skirt mite not work so well

other than that .. relax, breathe, she already likes you so dont try too hard

good luck !!

 

[Fenikkusu]

Just be you, that was the interest she had in you in the first place, so it must be working.
Enjoy and relax.
Good luck.

 

[Gil_T2]

Stupid question, I know. I was at a wedding party the other day, and there was a sexy motorcycle type lady there. I actually knew her before, (not well though) and I sat next to her at dinner. We were talking about movies and it sort of came about that neither of us have seen the new star wars yet, and maybe we should go together. I gave her my number, never actually expecting her to call, because I'm an idiot when it comes to dealing with people sometimes so I rarely get call-backs. I mean, I flirt with the males and the females on Lit, but it's a LOT harder in person and I usually end up babbling about stupid stuff or stammering and coming across like an idiot. Sort of like I'm doing now....

Anyway, she called a few minutes ago and we made a date for Saturday afternoon to go to the movie and dinner "or something" later and I'm starting to panic here. What am I gonna do? Help... What am gonna wear? I know she likes girly sometimes, 'specially on me, 'cause she told me so. She likes it because I'm such a tomboy and she usually sees me in that sort of outfit. How do you do girly on a motorcycle anyway?

Serious panic here. Send chocolate.

Help.

I'd suggest that when she gets there to ask her to help you pick out what she'd like you to wear (this worked wonderfully well for BANDIT).

BOTH of us hope you have a wonderful time.

 

[Guest]

So did you go out? How did things go?

 

[Xectxny19X]

So did you go out? How did things go?

I'm wondering the same thing, but I'm sure she's doing well. I just want to hear all the details! *smiles*

 

[snowy ciara]

I had a loverly wonderful time... Someday I'll be as brave as Bandit. I hope. So here's what went on...

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.

 

[DarkAurora]

I've never heard of anyone under 21 having to be out of a bar by 10 (unless maybe they were under 18 too). It sounds like you had a great time though. If you don't feel too comfortable in that type of place, let her know. Just say that you enjoyed the date with her but you don't feel comfortable in that kind of place.

 

[Xectxny19X]

Gah...I am so jealous! It sounds like you had a good time, and I think you did great! I am so happy you had a wonderful time. Hey, I'm living vicariously through ya right now, so go out some more w/ A! *all smiles*

 

[snowy ciara]

I've never heard of anyone under 21 having to be out of a bar by 10 (unless maybe they were under 18 too). It sounds like you had a great time though. If you don't feel too comfortable in that type of place, let her know. Just say that you enjoyed the date with her but you don't feel comfortable in that kind of place.

In this county, there's no ordinance against it; it's just whatever policy the bar has. But in some counties and a few cities in this state, there are statutes that say when an underage person leaves. Many bars won't even let us in, especially the glbt bars in my area. I think it's because they fall under so much scrutiny already that they take the err on the side of caution tack. I don't think we'll be doing the bar thing too often. It was sort of special because of the fundraiser going on. We actually met at a bdsm club a few months ago.

 

[Guest]

Sounds like a great date!!! Hopefully this is the start of something good for ya

 

[snowy ciara]

I think it is.. We're doing something this weekend. What we're going to do is still up in the air.

 

[Etoile]

Oh, I'm sorry I came to this thread so late! But it sounds like you had a great time, and I hope you will have more fun with her, too. Motorcycle diesel dykes...yummy. One of my favorite pictures of k.d. is where she's sitting on a bike.

And I never remember how old you are!

 

[bronntanas]

She's 20. I only remember because I'm almost exactly 6 months older and wiser than she is, so I tell her quite often.

And now I'll have to hide when she reads this.

They were supposed to go out again today but ciara's parents are in town, too.

 

[SophiaY]

She's 20. I only remember because I'm almost exactly 6 months older and wiser than she is, so I tell her quite often.

And now I'll have to hide when she reads this.

They were supposed to go out again today but ciara's parents are in town, too.

(Sigh) That remark reminded of my “ma’am” moment.

At a Pride parade, I half-slipped on someone’s thoughtlessness – a dropped slurppie – and an impossibly cute 20 something girl asked me if I was okay… ma’am.

The first time I became acutely aware of my age.