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Loaning a chick money 9/9/16 - Bye (2 Viewers)
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DocHolliday
Footballguy
I figured the dinner date was with 2 bisexual broads and dinner is so all 3 can fuel up for the physical exertion that will be coming shortly.That "traditional" date has Ron tied up in a sex dungeon somewhere.at the idea of Ron going on a traditional date.
I am on the edge of my seat wondering what he wore.Ohboyohboy... he's been typing for like 10 minutes. It's gonna be a doozy!
gianmarco
Footballguy
I am on the edge of my seat wondering what whore.I am on the edge of my seat wondering what he wore.Ohboyohboy... he's been typing for like 10 minutes. It's gonna be a doozy!
CGRdrJoe
Footballguy
He was probably just updating the links in the first postOhboyohboy... he's been typing for like 10 minutes. It's gonna be a doozy!
IT'S COMING!!!!1!!
McGarnicle
Footballguy
Ohboyohboy... he's been typing for like 10 minutes. It's gonna be a doozy!
IT'S COMING!!!!1!!
McGarnicle
Footballguy
I HAVE A HUGE ERECTION!!!!
Arizona Ron
Footballguy
Party follow up - as I write this, it's Thursday and the party was this past Friday:
I talked to Lance about his friend a few days after the party; I told him what I know about the 3 people he hung out with (Michael, Stacy and Barb) - I told him everything about my interactions with them. At first he was kinda pissed that I didn't give his friend a heads up but I'm like 'he's a grown man and a big dude; they're not going to do anything to him that he doesn't want done'.
I told him what I saw (which wasn't much - just that I know he slept in the same room as them that night). Lance later called me and said, "He [his friend] just said "he hooked up with some girl, nothing special". Lance goes on, "Dats how I know it's BS 'cause the dude hasn't been laid since his GF broke up with him in the Spring. He would have blown my phone the #### up if he scored some new #####. He must have been doin' some ill #### dog!!!" Lance goes on for a bit then asks if he should tell him about what I've seen - I said I don't know; they guy might be embarrassed if you do that and hell, maybe he's happy. Who am I to judge? Even more, we really don't know if anything happen. Maybe he just banged Barb or Stacey and passed out; the guy was firing back Jack like it was his first time at an open bar setting.
The tasty Cuban chick text me several times but kept making references to "my girls want to see you again" comments. I even said straight out the first time she texted me, "hey, the two of us should hang out" and she replied something like, "what's wrong with my girls?" Weird, haven't figured that one out yet. The ##### was delicious though and I must have more. She called me Tuesday (sounded drunk or on something) at almost midnight while I just got done plowing some chick I deal with off and on and was in the middle of trying to get her out of my place. It was good timing actually because when the chick I was with asked me, "who was that?" I simply told her it's some other chick I'm banging - which was just the right amount of ###holeness to make her leave.
Ice sent me multiple Instagram DMs over the last few days (as a quick aside, Ice goes on tangents with iPhone apps - one week it's only communicating by Snapchat, then she's using FB messenger, next it's back to Instagram - she has my ####ing phone number, I don't know why she just doesn't send me text messages.
She's sending me pictures of her cooking and playing suzy homemaker with captions like "don't you miss this?". Also sending direct snaps of her in the shower singing...so ####ing bizarre.
Potsie sent me Friend Request on Facebook - denied. I see he's now FB friends with Druggie, her crew and Tongue. I like to keep my circle small, don't really need more friends on FB. He knows where I live and has my cell number; that's more than enough.
Angie brought lunch to my office a few days ago to go over some Home logistics that Wife hasn't been keeping up on (for instance, my wife thought she cancelled my landscaping company's contract because she said it was stupid to pay them all year around).
I pay them a steady monthly fee and they provide awesome service all year round and don't charge extra for things like snow removal or a sprinkler busting. They get steady income, I get emergency service without paying an emergency price. I wouldn't have the first clue on "when it's the right time to mulch", I don't ####ing know. I'd just go buy 3 cows and tell them to #### everywhere, smells the same to me.
So last night - my dinner date.
She works downtown DC, takes the metro in. We've talked a few times before, met at a friend of a friend's work social. I've been trying to get some work for her for some time now but I'm friends with the owner of her company and he's just bleeding keeping her on payroll. She's not my typical go-to (wild/young/daddy issues), more like what I would see in a Starbucks around here. Think her at 40 (or almost 40); no one here is going to say she's a perfect 10 but I doubt anyone here would turn down a dinner date with her. So neither did I.
I pick her up and she looks like a long day at work, still looked nice but just look mentally defeated. Nice grey skirt, grey heals and white shirt; she gets into my car giving out a long sigh of relief - I ask if she's okay and she just says I need to get the #### away from this place then apologies for her language. I say no problem then proceed to drop the f-bomb after every word - she laughs, loosens up a bit then thanks for taking time to "meet" with her. I quickly realized this wasn't us going out, it was a dinner meeting. While I'm trying to make small talk, she goes into sales schtick - I'm not going to do this all night.
While we're sitting in traffic, I interrupt her spiel and say, "just get to it, what do you need because I want to have a nice dinner...and please don't hard-sell me all night. I know what your company does". She apologizes and simply says she thinks she's on the hot seat at work. I say, "Look, problem solved - I just won a 6-month deal starting in January and you're going to be one of my SMEs; that's what I wanted to surprise you with after dinner. Your company isn't going to fire you if you're billable". She took a reassuring sigh of relief as she argued her shoes around in the passenger seat of my car - "take your shoes off too, work is done for the night", I insisted. She laughed and kicked her heals off. i could almost see the tension decompress in my car.
It took us another 30 mins or so to negotiate our way through traffic to get to the restaurant I planned out in Alexandria. We park in Old Town and I ask her as I'm getting out of the car, "jacket or no jacket?" She says, "It's nice out and I like the maroon shirt, black dress pants and hard shoes look - the sports coat ruins it; makes if feel like I have to hard sell you (smiling)". I agree. No jacket. Old Town Alexandria has a lot of cool restaurants, I picked one with great food and a very intimate atmosphere - I wanted her to feel like we're on a first date and made it clear we're not talking business.
We sit down, before the waiter comes over I ask her, "What do you want to drink?" She says a glass of wine, I ask her "What would you drink if you were hanging out with your friends?" She says a Kettle Orange, Soda and OJ - we'll that's what I'm ordering you. I told the waiter to just keep her's coming, she's had a bad day. I think she was about 3 in while we were waiting on dinner still and said:
Her: I wish I knew you had this planned for me, I've been a wreck for the last two weeks thinking I'll get canned after Christmas.
Me: I didn't want to say it until I had the paperwork in hand. It's not a Homer unless it's out of the park, or under fifteen (she laughed but I'm not sure she got that joke).
Her: Well, I was so worried I didn't go with my kids and husband to Atlanta to see our folks for the holidays. I told them I needed to stay here for work.
Me: You have meetings or something? Why not take the time and go?
Her: Ron, I needed to make sure I have a job.
Me: Well you have one now, so go.
Her: I can't "just go" (I'm texting while she's talking), "What are you doing?"
Me: Texting Angie
Her: Who's Angie?
Me: My PA, telling her to coordinate travel for you
Her: Ron, why are you doing this?
Me: I can't have you all messed up, this is a big deal for me. You go do the family thing then be ready to rock mid-January.
Her: Can I kiss you right now?
Me: You better
Dinner was great, she tied on on good and it went into how much she loves her kids and is so happy that she'll have a nice holiday with them (a billion thank you Rons). But then I think a struck a cord when I asked her, "well you should also be happy about spending time with your husband too, right?" That didn't go so well - that turned into an hour of me continuously saying it's non of my business (nothing bad just her #####ing about him) to trying to change the conversation.
While we're driving I asked if she's working tomorrow, she said no she works at home on Friday. There's no one there so it's no big deal. I offered to drop her directly at her car instead of the metro near me but she told me to just drive home and she'll catch an Uber. No problem - I saw her drink 4-5 drinks, she can't be that ####ed up. She's a late 30ish year old woman, married with kids, they typically don't get sleepy time drunk from 4-5 drinks over the course of 3 hours.
I pull up to my building and decide to take her in to chill out for a bit before I call her a taxi/Uber. She perks up, apologize for taking a 'cat nap' and seems to have her herself together (although walking barefoot through the parking garage which kinda defeats the purpose of taking the shoes off in my place). We go up to my condo and Angie is there; she took all of the bedding out out for dry cleaning and was replacing it. I awkwardly introduce my new SME and say she'll need to get travel set up under our "discovery" funding to get her to ATL. She was nice but seemed dismissive of Angie, I didn't like that; Angie is an introvert and just kinda, "okay I'll take care of it let me know if you need anything" instead of really making a stance there of her position.
Anyway, Angie left after again asking if we needed anything; I hugged and kissed her thanking her again. She walked around, "this is the biggest apartment I've ever seen". I said smugly, "it's a condo not an apartment lol (yes, I said "L.O.L." - I promise never to do that again)" .
Her: So this is your room?
Me: Yes
Her: What do you do with the rest of the rooms?
Me: They're here for guests for when my daughter visits
Her: Is one of these rooms hers [Angie]
Me: No, she lives at my house with my ex-Wife and daughter
Her: Why so much space, the view is awesome btw
Me: It was a last minute kinda thing, friend of a friend
Her: So you just live here
Me: Yeah? (oddest rhetorical I've heard in a while)
Her: alone? Why? (as she's wondering through my place and now in my bedroom)
Me: Come here (I pull her too me). Stay tonight.
She goes submissive. As I pull her close with my right hand behind her head, I ask her while in close proximity to get naked (aside: one of my standard move, it's a ####### time saver on your night. Most chicks will just go with the flow; if they say no, great you didn't waste time). The lights are out but the window is open, I feel her up as we're laying on my bed looking over the skyline - I'm on full ready mode but I need her to be the aggressor. I play with her, while she wants to just lay there and get ####ed, no I'm not your husband, you'll have to work for this one. She started kissing me (we're laying on my bed naked), so I just pulled her down to my ####. She either hasn't given a ####### in a while or doesn't like it because she's way over thinking her hair getting in the way. I pull her on her side, she wants to just lay there - lazy #####. I paraded her ### around my room as I railed her; every time I laid her back on the bed she kept trying to curl up in my sheets - no **** time.
They're so use to just laying down and getting ####ed that they don't excited to actually participate. With me, no chic; you're not just kicking extra points; you're going to drive the bus to the game, make sure the unis are good and serve snacks the hole game - oh I might you need you to play QB. You're on the clock #####.
I talked to Lance about his friend a few days after the party; I told him what I know about the 3 people he hung out with (Michael, Stacy and Barb) - I told him everything about my interactions with them. At first he was kinda pissed that I didn't give his friend a heads up but I'm like 'he's a grown man and a big dude; they're not going to do anything to him that he doesn't want done'.
I told him what I saw (which wasn't much - just that I know he slept in the same room as them that night). Lance later called me and said, "He [his friend] just said "he hooked up with some girl, nothing special". Lance goes on, "Dats how I know it's BS 'cause the dude hasn't been laid since his GF broke up with him in the Spring. He would have blown my phone the #### up if he scored some new #####. He must have been doin' some ill #### dog!!!" Lance goes on for a bit then asks if he should tell him about what I've seen - I said I don't know; they guy might be embarrassed if you do that and hell, maybe he's happy. Who am I to judge? Even more, we really don't know if anything happen. Maybe he just banged Barb or Stacey and passed out; the guy was firing back Jack like it was his first time at an open bar setting.The tasty Cuban chick text me several times but kept making references to "my girls want to see you again" comments. I even said straight out the first time she texted me, "hey, the two of us should hang out" and she replied something like, "what's wrong with my girls?" Weird, haven't figured that one out yet. The ##### was delicious though and I must have more. She called me Tuesday (sounded drunk or on something) at almost midnight while I just got done plowing some chick I deal with off and on and was in the middle of trying to get her out of my place. It was good timing actually because when the chick I was with asked me, "who was that?" I simply told her it's some other chick I'm banging - which was just the right amount of ###holeness to make her leave.
Ice sent me multiple Instagram DMs over the last few days (as a quick aside, Ice goes on tangents with iPhone apps - one week it's only communicating by Snapchat, then she's using FB messenger, next it's back to Instagram - she has my ####ing phone number, I don't know why she just doesn't send me text messages.
She's sending me pictures of her cooking and playing suzy homemaker with captions like "don't you miss this?". Also sending direct snaps of her in the shower singing...so ####ing bizarre.Potsie sent me Friend Request on Facebook - denied. I see he's now FB friends with Druggie, her crew and Tongue. I like to keep my circle small, don't really need more friends on FB. He knows where I live and has my cell number; that's more than enough.
Angie brought lunch to my office a few days ago to go over some Home logistics that Wife hasn't been keeping up on (for instance, my wife thought she cancelled my landscaping company's contract because she said it was stupid to pay them all year around).
I pay them a steady monthly fee and they provide awesome service all year round and don't charge extra for things like snow removal or a sprinkler busting. They get steady income, I get emergency service without paying an emergency price. I wouldn't have the first clue on "when it's the right time to mulch", I don't ####ing know. I'd just go buy 3 cows and tell them to #### everywhere, smells the same to me.So last night - my dinner date.
She works downtown DC, takes the metro in. We've talked a few times before, met at a friend of a friend's work social. I've been trying to get some work for her for some time now but I'm friends with the owner of her company and he's just bleeding keeping her on payroll. She's not my typical go-to (wild/young/daddy issues), more like what I would see in a Starbucks around here. Think her at 40 (or almost 40); no one here is going to say she's a perfect 10 but I doubt anyone here would turn down a dinner date with her. So neither did I.
I pick her up and she looks like a long day at work, still looked nice but just look mentally defeated. Nice grey skirt, grey heals and white shirt; she gets into my car giving out a long sigh of relief - I ask if she's okay and she just says I need to get the #### away from this place then apologies for her language. I say no problem then proceed to drop the f-bomb after every word - she laughs, loosens up a bit then thanks for taking time to "meet" with her. I quickly realized this wasn't us going out, it was a dinner meeting. While I'm trying to make small talk, she goes into sales schtick - I'm not going to do this all night.
While we're sitting in traffic, I interrupt her spiel and say, "just get to it, what do you need because I want to have a nice dinner...and please don't hard-sell me all night. I know what your company does". She apologizes and simply says she thinks she's on the hot seat at work. I say, "Look, problem solved - I just won a 6-month deal starting in January and you're going to be one of my SMEs; that's what I wanted to surprise you with after dinner. Your company isn't going to fire you if you're billable". She took a reassuring sigh of relief as she argued her shoes around in the passenger seat of my car - "take your shoes off too, work is done for the night", I insisted. She laughed and kicked her heals off. i could almost see the tension decompress in my car.
It took us another 30 mins or so to negotiate our way through traffic to get to the restaurant I planned out in Alexandria. We park in Old Town and I ask her as I'm getting out of the car, "jacket or no jacket?" She says, "It's nice out and I like the maroon shirt, black dress pants and hard shoes look - the sports coat ruins it; makes if feel like I have to hard sell you (smiling)". I agree. No jacket. Old Town Alexandria has a lot of cool restaurants, I picked one with great food and a very intimate atmosphere - I wanted her to feel like we're on a first date and made it clear we're not talking business.
We sit down, before the waiter comes over I ask her, "What do you want to drink?" She says a glass of wine, I ask her "What would you drink if you were hanging out with your friends?" She says a Kettle Orange, Soda and OJ - we'll that's what I'm ordering you. I told the waiter to just keep her's coming, she's had a bad day. I think she was about 3 in while we were waiting on dinner still and said:
Her: I wish I knew you had this planned for me, I've been a wreck for the last two weeks thinking I'll get canned after Christmas.
Me: I didn't want to say it until I had the paperwork in hand. It's not a Homer unless it's out of the park, or under fifteen (she laughed but I'm not sure she got that joke).
Her: Well, I was so worried I didn't go with my kids and husband to Atlanta to see our folks for the holidays. I told them I needed to stay here for work.
Me: You have meetings or something? Why not take the time and go?
Her: Ron, I needed to make sure I have a job.
Me: Well you have one now, so go.
Her: I can't "just go" (I'm texting while she's talking), "What are you doing?"
Me: Texting Angie
Her: Who's Angie?
Me: My PA, telling her to coordinate travel for you
Her: Ron, why are you doing this?
Me: I can't have you all messed up, this is a big deal for me. You go do the family thing then be ready to rock mid-January.
Her: Can I kiss you right now?
Me: You better
Dinner was great, she tied on on good and it went into how much she loves her kids and is so happy that she'll have a nice holiday with them (a billion thank you Rons). But then I think a struck a cord when I asked her, "well you should also be happy about spending time with your husband too, right?" That didn't go so well - that turned into an hour of me continuously saying it's non of my business (nothing bad just her #####ing about him) to trying to change the conversation.
While we're driving I asked if she's working tomorrow, she said no she works at home on Friday. There's no one there so it's no big deal. I offered to drop her directly at her car instead of the metro near me but she told me to just drive home and she'll catch an Uber. No problem - I saw her drink 4-5 drinks, she can't be that ####ed up. She's a late 30ish year old woman, married with kids, they typically don't get sleepy time drunk from 4-5 drinks over the course of 3 hours.
I pull up to my building and decide to take her in to chill out for a bit before I call her a taxi/Uber. She perks up, apologize for taking a 'cat nap' and seems to have her herself together (although walking barefoot through the parking garage which kinda defeats the purpose of taking the shoes off in my place). We go up to my condo and Angie is there; she took all of the bedding out out for dry cleaning and was replacing it. I awkwardly introduce my new SME and say she'll need to get travel set up under our "discovery" funding to get her to ATL. She was nice but seemed dismissive of Angie, I didn't like that; Angie is an introvert and just kinda, "okay I'll take care of it let me know if you need anything" instead of really making a stance there of her position.
Anyway, Angie left after again asking if we needed anything; I hugged and kissed her thanking her again. She walked around, "this is the biggest apartment I've ever seen". I said smugly, "it's a condo not an apartment lol (yes, I said "L.O.L." - I promise never to do that again)" .
Her: So this is your room?
Me: Yes
Her: What do you do with the rest of the rooms?
Me: They're here for guests for when my daughter visits
Her: Is one of these rooms hers [Angie]
Me: No, she lives at my house with my ex-Wife and daughter
Her: Why so much space, the view is awesome btw
Me: It was a last minute kinda thing, friend of a friend
Her: So you just live here
Me: Yeah? (oddest rhetorical I've heard in a while)
Her: alone? Why? (as she's wondering through my place and now in my bedroom)
Me: Come here (I pull her too me). Stay tonight.
She goes submissive. As I pull her close with my right hand behind her head, I ask her while in close proximity to get naked (aside: one of my standard move, it's a ####### time saver on your night. Most chicks will just go with the flow; if they say no, great you didn't waste time). The lights are out but the window is open, I feel her up as we're laying on my bed looking over the skyline - I'm on full ready mode but I need her to be the aggressor. I play with her, while she wants to just lay there and get ####ed, no I'm not your husband, you'll have to work for this one. She started kissing me (we're laying on my bed naked), so I just pulled her down to my ####. She either hasn't given a ####### in a while or doesn't like it because she's way over thinking her hair getting in the way. I pull her on her side, she wants to just lay there - lazy #####. I paraded her ### around my room as I railed her; every time I laid her back on the bed she kept trying to curl up in my sheets - no **** time.
They're so use to just laying down and getting ####ed that they don't excited to actually participate. With me, no chic; you're not just kicking extra points; you're going to drive the bus to the game, make sure the unis are good and serve snacks the hole game - oh I might you need you to play QB. You're on the clock #####.
Johnny Rock
Footballguy
Excellent work.
Binky The Doormat
Footballguy
Welcome to a lot of married women.
Mr. Pickles
Footballguy
Maybe she expected catering.
Binky The Doormat
Footballguy
I suspect she thought that the idea of ####### her was enough for anyone. I mean she has the #####. And where is the new car she is supposed to get for the once a month corpse screwing???
ETA: sorry if that was too personal ...
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Baloney Sandwich
Footballguy
Ron really help make it a special Christmas for the married lady and one her and her husband will always remember. He also bought her a plane ticket.
Zow
Footballguy
Yeah, she whined quite a bit for somebody who just had a huge favor done for then. Glad Ron made her work for that favor. I'm just choosing to ignore that she's married and may now have unknowingly contracted the herp.
Mr. Pickles
Footballguy
At what part of the night did you tell her the job wasn't contingent on sex? Sounds like she wasn't aggressive because she didn't really want to be there. She has a pretty winnable sexual harassment case right now.
McGarnicle
Footballguy
I think I'll make my wife dinner tonight, and pick up a few extra Christmas presents. Lots of black dudes in Atlanta.
(HULK)
(Smash)
Also terrible lay
Also married
No idea why you went through with it Ron. Now you have to work with her for 6 months and she'll expect more terrible sex. You should nickname her Albatross.
(HULK)
(Smash)
Rick James
Footballguy
Someone explain the homer joke.
McGarnicle
Footballguy
I loved the part where he held a gun to her head and said she had to get naked or the deal's off. Guess what, this stuff happens all the time, women spread their legs for guys with money and/or power.
AcerFC
Footballguy
Homer J Simpson is a poster here who is said to have a thing for younger girls. Started as a throwaway joke and has escalated from there iirc.
Zow
Footballguy
I'm still waiting to speak to a key witness, a Mr. Green.
kentric
Footballguy
Let's not get judgemental here. If a married person has sex with someone the onus is on the married person, not the person having sex with the married person. If you have a problem with it, go to her.
(HULK)
(Smash)
That said, given how the actual act went, sounds like she did it because she felt obligated, not because she was into it.
kentric
Footballguy
That's a different story. Seems she went all star-fish on Ron. An indication that it may have been out of a sense of obligation.
DocHolliday
Footballguy
But he is making sure she has a job. And she can now have a wonderful Xmas with her family. Ron is spreading Xmas cheer. This is the time of giving.
doowain
Footballguy
Not when the unmarried person knows about the married person. Come on.
ETA: I'm sure if a guy wined and dined your wife while you are out of town and then took her back to his apartment (condo, sorry) you'd only blame her if she ####ed him.
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DocHolliday
Footballguy
DocHolliday
Footballguy
I disagree. She is now doing work for our lead man. And, her marriage sounds shaky. I would love to see her in a room with only Ice and Ron.
Tom Hagen
Footballguy
McGarnicle
Footballguy
100% agree with this. Personally I've turned down opportunities with married women every time, and got really pissed off later when a woman told me she was married after we'd already been together. Just doesn't sit well with me personally. But when I hear about people cheating I blame the married party completely.
shadyridr
Footballguy
Dan Lambskin
Footballguy
I feel like that whole story would make for a good episode of Blacked
Expect for the whole lame lay part
Expect for the whole lame lay part
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You and I know she was free to go, but there is a real possibility that she didn't feel that way. News flash, women and men don't think alike. Either way, if she has regrets about the evening and decides to throw Ron under the bus she's going to have a very compelling case. But, I hope I am wrong.
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