My girlfriend invites me to her tennis club holiday party and I show up with no expectations. I walk in and right away get introduced to a very cute guy. He's roughly 6 feet, strong broad shoulders, dark Asian-mix features that make him resemble a younger version of Tiger Woods, sans the harem of whores I hope. Instead of golf though, he plays tennis. So, I have my eye on Mr. Tennis for the night. I notice there is somewhat of a connection as he sits next to me and engages in a slightly awkward conversation. He is not the smoothest guy but that may also because he's still in his early 20's. We flirt for a bit and there is a lot of touching. There's also alcohol, so it makes the awkwardness dissipate a little. The group's innocent conversation eventually turns into sex talk. This is pretty inevitable in a group of young coeds. I am happy to divulge my sexual observations and am happy that Tennis is willing to share as well. At this point, I am pretty confident that he'll ask for my number.
We move to a bar across the street and Tennis is touching me whenever he can. He notices that I have a belly button ring and a tat on my back. Both of which make him purr a little in my ear. I go to the window to observe something and he follows. As predicted, he asks for my number. "Hey, I think you're a really cute girl. You think I can get your number and we can hang out sometime this week?" Sure Tennis, you can have my number.
Now let's see how many dates I can pile on this week.
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