fantasycurse42
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If it was as uneventful as Day 1, please just make something up for shock value purposes.
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The Hug Life Chronicles: :( (2 Viewers)
- Thread starter Nathan R. Jessep
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Nathan R. Jessep
Footballguy
ProstheticRGK
Footballguy
Nah, it's way more interesting of a story that you didn't do it. Look at all the people banging their heads on their keyboards.That would've made for a more interesting story, I suppose. And I guess one doesn't really know what they'd do until actually presented with the scenario, but I think it definitely would've presented a moral juxtaposition.
you do you, and don't feel like you have to overly justify it. Obviously, you're a gentleman and you're looking for more than a casual roll in the hay. I've had female friends that I put in the category of off limits, too. But, I almost always ended up having sex with them. But, i am (was?) and unavowed manwhore.
Captain Cranks
Footballguy
That's certainly fair and I don't fault you for your decision. I guess I just don't get this 'Hey, fellas. Want to here about what I didn't do to this hot friend of mine?' shtick.
Bob Sacamano
Footballguy
Great novels by FBG.
"Landed on the shores of Troy looking for some broad. Wasn't really feeling it until they ####ed up and killed my boy Patroclus. Then even the gods couldn't stop me from killing some #####es."
"Landed on the shores of Troy looking for some broad. Wasn't really feeling it until they ####ed up and killed my boy Patroclus. Then even the gods couldn't stop me from killing some #####es."
irish eyes
Footballguy
Why would you want to be friends with a woman? That's what guys a for and women are for, well you know, cant say it on the g-rated forums. This is like reading a Disney story, but goes perfectly with the new forum environment. Oh how I miss the az Ron stories.
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James Daulton
Footballguy
For real. NRJ has established himself as an old school, respectful dude. And while it may take him a bit longer to hop in the sack than some of you jackasses, you can bet your sweet ### that NRJ will close at some point in time.
And by close I mean really really really long hugs.
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JuniorGong
Footballguy
Drunken knight
Footballguy
arrow1
Footballguy
Gr00vus
Footballguy
northern exposure
Footballguy
Given the pace of the current NRJ update: Who is the bigger tease, Kate or NRJ?
Galileo
Footballguy
Of course, but they don't snuggle up to me naked in bed.
But honestly, no one really cares about that. I get your position. That is fine. We are all just giving you crap to fill the time while waiting for the rest of the story...So, get on with it!!!
pantherclub
Footballguy
why cant you sleep with a female friend?
Bob Sacamano
Footballguy
Drunken knight
Footballguy
Ned
Footballguy
NotSmart
Footballguy
NotSmart
Footballguy
That's... that's beautiful.Any other signal besides getting in bed, completely naked, and snuggling up to me. Trying to kiss me....nobody wants drunk cottonmouth make-out session on Bourbon Street where everything smells like piss. They just want to ####.
Fishboy
Footballguy
This has to be most awesome all you can eat buffet for lunch to be 8+ hours and still no update.
msommer
Footballguy
AAABatteries
Footballguy
He wants us to have thread blue balls the same way he had them with Kate.
Nathan R. Jessep
Footballguy
cant wait for Labor Day weekend when he posts Part 2
Sorry fellas, got it about half written and had to leave to go to daughter's school orientation, so I didn't want to get railed for posting half a story update too. 
Update forthcoming this morning.
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ChiefD
Footballguy
Our boners are counting on you.
Nathan R. Jessep
Footballguy
Race Day - Part 1
Shortly after Kate and I were awoken by her phone ringing, Josie shows up at the room doing the walk of shame, to get ready for the Red Dress. The attire theme for this event tends to be gaudy as possible, and of course, red. Since this was last minute for me, I didn’t put a whole lot of effort into my outfit, but Kate and Josie had picked up a couple of accessories for me. I wore a red t-shirt which I had ripped the sleeves off of and torn into strips and tied them around my arms (ala Ultimate Warrior) and knees, a red headband, a red Mardi Gras bead neck tie, cargo shorts (get off me, style police, this was an intentional move to hold phone, money, ID, charger pack, etc. as we would be walking around all day) red dress socks and tennis shoes. Josie says to me “damn, SNGJ, you look hot!!” (aside: Super Nice Guy Jessep, except for the Jessep of course, is actually my nickname for the group, coined by Kate’s friend Margot) I ran down to the lobby to grab a bite to eat and a cup of coffee while I waited for the girls to adjust their tutu’s, earrings, overly done makeup, etc etc etc which seemingly took forever. They finally get ready to go and Lafitte’s is again the rendezvous point, so we hop in a Lyft and off we go. The driver gets us as close as she can and we walk about a block the rest of the way.
Again, I had no idea what our actual itinerary was supposed to be, I was just along for the ride for the weekend. Apparently Josie had actually entered the race, but we were too late for the start, so she didn't even go get her "run packet" and decided that we'd just celebrate instead.
Now, I had heard of the Red Dress Run and seen a few pics on Facebook over the years, but since this was my first attendance, I wasn't sure what to expect exactly. What I saw as we turned the corner was a wall to wall sea of red from one side of the French Quarter streets to the other. Every street was packed. Young, old, men, women, and other. Drinks were already flowing for most parties, and this was 11AM. Some of them clearly had been at it since breakfast, or since the night before. I can't say that I've ever worn a dress, or had any desire to, but just to give you an idea of the demographics, I'd estimate that 60-75% of the males that I passed by had on either a dress, gown, skirt, tutu, or kilt. We find our group and head over to Pat O’s for some libations and group photos.
We make our way through the crowd and finally into and through Pat O's out to the back patio area. Everybody gets a beverage and we take some pics with our group and some surrounding groups who wanted in. It had rained a bit earlier and now the sun was out so it was nice and steamy outside. We move inside to the AC and find a vacant corner in the inside bar area. We hang there for a little while until everyone finishes their drinks and we decide to move on.
One of the girls in Kate’s group of friends is dating a Nola local who has a place in the French quarter complete with balcony. They were hosting a race day gathering for us so everyone decided to head there for the time being. We got there and our hosts tell us to help ourselves to the bar and ice chests loaded with beer, so we gladly oblige.
We hung out on the balcony for a while just sipping and people watching and listening to music. A few other people, foreign to our group, show up and introductions are made and the festivities continue. Our balcony overlooks a pretty busy corner. At one point we observe the following scene: A minivan taxi pulls up to the stop sign at our intersection. While he is stopped, a couple of women are crossing the street he's stopped on. One of the women, an older woman sporting bright pink hair, stops short of the van while her friend, dressed in a Wonder Woman style outfit, continues out in front of the van and stops directly in front of him. She proceeds to turn her backside towards the van. She bends over and puts her hands on the filthy New Orleans street, then puts both feet on the hood of the van and begins to twerk. True dedication to her craft, and it was quite a sight to behold. Of course we all cheered her on. The driver looked up and makes eye contact with me with a
and I return a 
and he laughs. After a few seconds she nails the dismount and one of the guys in our group yells at her and tells her to come on up and hang out with us. She laughs and says she'll be right up. The driver stops beside our place and waves at me as he rolls his window down and screams "I love this city!" and drives off with a big ####-eating grin on his face. Twerk girl comes up and hangs out for a few minutes, performing a handstand wall twerk to our group's delight. She had to head off somewhere else with her pink-haired friend who was not looking too pleased while waiting on the sidewalk below, so we wished her well and thanked her for her service.
We grab another beverage and get back to people watching. It was then that I realized that some more people had joined our party. I saw a couple of guys that I didn't recognize as I surveyed the room, then, through the crowded room, I caught a glimpse of blonde hair and red dress that piqued my interest. Eventually, some people moved aside and that is when i saw her for the first time.
For the interest of keeping me from getting confused here, since her actual name is one of the made up names I have already used in my postings 
, (I like to think that we, the FFA, willed her into existence 
), we shall call her Lacy. Easily the most attractive girl at our party. She was tall, slender, athletic build, with curves in all the right places and a long, form-fitting red dress that looked amazing on her. Bright green eyes, and very little makeup, except for some matching red lipstick, and honestly just a beautiful woman all around. I see a couple of the single guys from our group already talking her up, and I'm not sure at that point if they already knew her or not, so I just hang back and observe and wait for a chance to say hi to her. She grabs a drink and is kind of making rounds talking to everyone and I'm in a prime balcony corner location, so I just hold my position and wait patiently. Eventually she makes her way over to my area and and someone else says something funny to her and I chime in with a little follow up. She laughs and smiles at me. She looks me up and down and said "I feel like I need some accessories, you guys all look awesome" and without even thinking, i take my Mardi Gras bead tie off, and said "Here, this will look way better on you than me, but I'm going to need this back." She thanks me and smiles back at me and I wink at her.
Game. On.
Shortly after Kate and I were awoken by her phone ringing, Josie shows up at the room doing the walk of shame, to get ready for the Red Dress. The attire theme for this event tends to be gaudy as possible, and of course, red. Since this was last minute for me, I didn’t put a whole lot of effort into my outfit, but Kate and Josie had picked up a couple of accessories for me. I wore a red t-shirt which I had ripped the sleeves off of and torn into strips and tied them around my arms (ala Ultimate Warrior) and knees, a red headband, a red Mardi Gras bead neck tie, cargo shorts (get off me, style police, this was an intentional move to hold phone, money, ID, charger pack, etc. as we would be walking around all day) red dress socks and tennis shoes. Josie says to me “damn, SNGJ, you look hot!!” (aside: Super Nice Guy Jessep, except for the Jessep of course, is actually my nickname for the group, coined by Kate’s friend Margot) I ran down to the lobby to grab a bite to eat and a cup of coffee while I waited for the girls to adjust their tutu’s, earrings, overly done makeup, etc etc etc which seemingly took forever. They finally get ready to go and Lafitte’s is again the rendezvous point, so we hop in a Lyft and off we go. The driver gets us as close as she can and we walk about a block the rest of the way.
Again, I had no idea what our actual itinerary was supposed to be, I was just along for the ride for the weekend. Apparently Josie had actually entered the race, but we were too late for the start, so she didn't even go get her "run packet" and decided that we'd just celebrate instead.
Now, I had heard of the Red Dress Run and seen a few pics on Facebook over the years, but since this was my first attendance, I wasn't sure what to expect exactly. What I saw as we turned the corner was a wall to wall sea of red from one side of the French Quarter streets to the other. Every street was packed. Young, old, men, women, and other. Drinks were already flowing for most parties, and this was 11AM. Some of them clearly had been at it since breakfast, or since the night before. I can't say that I've ever worn a dress, or had any desire to, but just to give you an idea of the demographics, I'd estimate that 60-75% of the males that I passed by had on either a dress, gown, skirt, tutu, or kilt.
We find our group and head over to Pat O’s for some libations and group photos. We make our way through the crowd and finally into and through Pat O's out to the back patio area. Everybody gets a beverage and we take some pics with our group and some surrounding groups who wanted in. It had rained a bit earlier and now the sun was out so it was nice and steamy outside. We move inside to the AC and find a vacant corner in the inside bar area. We hang there for a little while until everyone finishes their drinks and we decide to move on.
One of the girls in Kate’s group of friends is dating a Nola local who has a place in the French quarter complete with balcony. They were hosting a race day gathering for us so everyone decided to head there for the time being. We got there and our hosts tell us to help ourselves to the bar and ice chests loaded with beer, so we gladly oblige.
We hung out on the balcony for a while just sipping and people watching and listening to music. A few other people, foreign to our group, show up and introductions are made and the festivities continue. Our balcony overlooks a pretty busy corner. At one point we observe the following scene: A minivan taxi pulls up to the stop sign at our intersection. While he is stopped, a couple of women are crossing the street he's stopped on. One of the women, an older woman sporting bright pink hair, stops short of the van while her friend, dressed in a Wonder Woman style outfit, continues out in front of the van and stops directly in front of him. She proceeds to turn her backside towards the van. She bends over and puts her hands on the filthy New Orleans street, then puts both feet on the hood of the van and begins to twerk. True dedication to her craft, and it was quite a sight to behold. Of course we all cheered her on. The driver looked up and makes eye contact with me with a
and I return a and he laughs. After a few seconds she nails the dismount and one of the guys in our group yells at her and tells her to come on up and hang out with us. She laughs and says she'll be right up. The driver stops beside our place and waves at me as he rolls his window down and screams "I love this city!" and drives off with a big ####-eating grin on his face. Twerk girl comes up and hangs out for a few minutes, performing a handstand wall twerk to our group's delight. She had to head off somewhere else with her pink-haired friend who was not looking too pleased while waiting on the sidewalk below, so we wished her well and thanked her for her service. We grab another beverage and get back to people watching. It was then that I realized that some more people had joined our party. I saw a couple of guys that I didn't recognize as I surveyed the room, then, through the crowded room, I caught a glimpse of blonde hair and red dress that piqued my interest. Eventually, some people moved aside and that is when i saw her for the first time.
For the interest of keeping me from getting confused here, since her actual name is one of the made up names I have already used in my postings , (I like to think that we, the FFA, willed her into existence ), we shall call her Lacy. Easily the most attractive girl at our party. She was tall, slender, athletic build, with curves in all the right places and a long, form-fitting red dress that looked amazing on her. Bright green eyes, and very little makeup, except for some matching red lipstick, and honestly just a beautiful woman all around. I see a couple of the single guys from our group already talking her up, and I'm not sure at that point if they already knew her or not, so I just hang back and observe and wait for a chance to say hi to her. She grabs a drink and is kind of making rounds talking to everyone and I'm in a prime balcony corner location, so I just hold my position and wait patiently. Eventually she makes her way over to my area and and someone else says something funny to her and I chime in with a little follow up. She laughs and smiles at me. She looks me up and down and said "I feel like I need some accessories, you guys all look awesome" and without even thinking, i take my Mardi Gras bead tie off, and said "Here, this will look way better on you than me, but I'm going to need this back." She thanks me and smiles back at me and I wink at her. Game. On.
Nathan R. Jessep
Footballguy
Fair enough. I figured I would get a little grief from the usual suspects in here, but mostly I just thought it was funny.
rodg12
Footballguy
Buck O'Neil would be proud. And wouldn't know what to do at the Red Dress Day. The Red Dress story from Joe Posnanski...Race Day - Part 1
Shortly after Kate and I were awoken by her phone ringing, Josie shows up at the room doing the walk of shame, to get ready for the Red Dress. The attire theme for this event tends to be gaudy as possible, and of course, red. Since this was last minute for me, I didn’t put a whole lot of effort into my outfit, but Kate and Josie had picked up a couple of accessories for me. I wore a red t-shirt which I had ripped the sleeves off of and torn into strips and tied them around my arms (ala Ultimate Warrior) and knees, a red headband, a red Mardi Gras bead neck tie, cargo shorts (get off me, style police, this was an intentional move to hold phone, money, ID, charger pack, etc. as we would be walking around all day) red dress socks and tennis shoes. Josie says to me “damn, SNGJ, you look hot!!” (aside: Super Nice Guy Jessep, except for the Jessep of course, is actually my nickname for the group, coined by Kate’s friend Margot) I ran down to the lobby to grab a bite to eat and a cup of coffee while I waited for the girls to adjust their tutu’s, earrings, overly done makeup, etc etc etc which seemingly took forever. They finally get ready to go and Lafitte’s is again the rendezvous point, so we hop in a Lyft and off we go. The driver gets us as close as she can and we walk about a block the rest of the way.
Again, I had no idea what our actual itinerary was supposed to be, I was just along for the ride for the weekend. Apparently Josie had actually entered the race, but we were too late for the start, so she didn't even go get her "run packet" and decided that we'd just celebrate instead.
Now, I had heard of the Red Dress Run and seen a few pics on Facebook over the years, but since this was my first attendance, I wasn't sure what to expect exactly. What I saw as we turned the corner was a wall to wall sea of red from one side of the French Quarter streets to the other. Every street was packed. Young, old, men, women, and other. Drinks were already flowing for most parties, and this was 11AM. Some of them clearly had been at it since breakfast, or since the night before. I can't say that I've ever worn a dress, or had any desire to, but just to give you an idea of the demographics, I'd estimate that 60-75% of the males that I passed by had on either a dress, gown, skirt, tutu, or kilt.
We make our way through the crowd and finally into and through Pat O's out to the back patio area. Everybody gets a beverage and we take some pics with our group and some surrounding groups who wanted in. It had rained a bit earlier and now the sun was out so it was nice and steamy outside. We move inside to the AC and find a vacant corner in the inside bar area. We hang there for a little while until everyone finishes their drinks and we decide to move on.
One of the girls in Kate’s group of friends is dating a Nola local who has a place in the French quarter complete with balcony. They were hosting a race day gathering for us so everyone decided to head there for the time being. We got there and our hosts tell us to help ourselves to the bar and ice chests loaded with beer, so we gladly oblige.
We hung out on the balcony for a while just sipping and people watching and listening to music. A few other people, foreign to our group, show up and introductions are made and the festivities continue. Our balcony overlooks a pretty busy corner. At one point we observe the following scene: A minivan taxi pulls up to the stop sign at our intersection. While he is stopped, a couple of women are crossing the street he's stopped on. One of the women, an older woman sporting bright pink hair, stops short of the van while her friend, dressed in a Wonder Woman style outfit, continues out in front of the van and stops directly in front of him. She proceeds to turn her backside towards the van. She bends over and puts her hands on the filthy New Orleans street, then puts both feet on the hood of the van and begins to twerk. True dedication to her craft, and it was quite a sight to behold. Of course we all cheered her on. The driver looked up and makes eye contact with me with a
We grab another beverage and get back to people watching. It was then that I realized that some more people had joined our party. I saw a couple of guys that I didn't recognize as I surveyed the room, then, through the crowded room, I caught a glimpse of blonde hair and red dress that piqued my interest. Eventually, some people moved aside and that is when i saw her for the first time.
Game. On.
One of the great moments of my life was the first time I got to tell the Red Dress Story … and Buck O’Neil was on stage with me. Buck died months before The Soul of Baseball came out. The last time I saw him, in the hospital room, he asked me to come back and read it to him. I told him I would. That was, I’m told, his last good day. He died a few days later.
A couple weeks earlier, I was at an event with Buck — I think it might have been a Buck O’Neil roast or something like that — and I told the Red Dress story for the first time. He laughed and laughed. I’ll never forget it.
We were in New York, and it had been a terrible day. There were not many terrible days in my adventures with Buck O’Neil — truth is, that might be the only one. Buck had appeared on a shock jock radio show in the morning, and they had treated him very badly. It was awful to watch as they harassed him and challenged him and insulted him. It threw Buck’s equilibrium off all day. The manic chaos of New York, mixed with the lingering nastiness from the morning interview, turned Buck cold. He barely spoke.*
*I will say, though, that his aura glowed as ever. That was the day that we were on an elevator and a young woman who looked as if life had beaten her down stepped on. She had this “Don’t even talk to me,” look, but Buck always plowed through such things.
“I’m Buck O’Neil,” he said softly, “What’s your name?”
She looked away at first, but he repeated the question, and she said her name was “Swathy.”
“Swathy,” Buck said, “you are a beautiful young lady.”
And then he told her how lucky she was to live in the city, and how he had always wished that he could, and that she must be doing so well to be a New Yorker at such a young age. By the time the elevator reached the ground floor, she was smitten. She jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly.
And this was on one of Buck’s ever-so-rare BAD days.
At the end of the day, we went back to the hotel and Buck said something astonishing. He said he wasn’t hungry for dinner and he was going to sleep. Buck NEVER skipped dinner; he was a two-meal a day guy, and dinner was his favorite of the two. That was the time when he most loved telling stories, listening to stories, sippin’ a little tea. But he had nothing left for the day. Buck and Negro leagues president Bob Kendrick and I got out of the car and headed to the hotel, Buck moving slower than I’d ever seen him move.
To our right was a woman wearing a red dress. I’ve tried hard through the years to describe what the dress looked like, what the woman looked like, but the truth is you already know. Think Marilyn Monroe, think candy apple red, think Beyoncé, think a dress that would stop traffic.
When I got into the hotel, I turned around to say something to Buck … and he was gone. Disappeared. I still don’t know how I lost him. I looked back to the car. It was gone. I said to Bob, “Where’s Buck?” He shrugged.
Then we both looked outside to a corner of the courtyard. And there was Buck talking to the woman in the red dress. She was not alone; a man was with her, maybe her husband or boyfriend, and the three of them talked for a long time. They hugged. They laughed. By the time they finished, Buck all but floated to the hotel lobby.
“Come on!” Buck said, now full of life and bounce. “Let’s go get something to eat.”
So we walked to the hotel restaurant for Buck to get his steak, but all of a sudden he stopped and grabbed my shoulder. He looked me squarely in the eyes. And he asked me, “Did you see the woman in the red dress?”
“Yes,” I said.
Buck shook his head. And he said those words I’ve thought about 10,000 times in the years that have gone by since he died. He said: “Son, in this life, you don’t ever walk by a red dress.”
A couple weeks earlier, I was at an event with Buck — I think it might have been a Buck O’Neil roast or something like that — and I told the Red Dress story for the first time. He laughed and laughed. I’ll never forget it.
We were in New York, and it had been a terrible day. There were not many terrible days in my adventures with Buck O’Neil — truth is, that might be the only one. Buck had appeared on a shock jock radio show in the morning, and they had treated him very badly. It was awful to watch as they harassed him and challenged him and insulted him. It threw Buck’s equilibrium off all day. The manic chaos of New York, mixed with the lingering nastiness from the morning interview, turned Buck cold. He barely spoke.*
*I will say, though, that his aura glowed as ever. That was the day that we were on an elevator and a young woman who looked as if life had beaten her down stepped on. She had this “Don’t even talk to me,” look, but Buck always plowed through such things.
“I’m Buck O’Neil,” he said softly, “What’s your name?”
She looked away at first, but he repeated the question, and she said her name was “Swathy.”
“Swathy,” Buck said, “you are a beautiful young lady.”
And then he told her how lucky she was to live in the city, and how he had always wished that he could, and that she must be doing so well to be a New Yorker at such a young age. By the time the elevator reached the ground floor, she was smitten. She jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly.
And this was on one of Buck’s ever-so-rare BAD days.
At the end of the day, we went back to the hotel and Buck said something astonishing. He said he wasn’t hungry for dinner and he was going to sleep. Buck NEVER skipped dinner; he was a two-meal a day guy, and dinner was his favorite of the two. That was the time when he most loved telling stories, listening to stories, sippin’ a little tea. But he had nothing left for the day. Buck and Negro leagues president Bob Kendrick and I got out of the car and headed to the hotel, Buck moving slower than I’d ever seen him move.
To our right was a woman wearing a red dress. I’ve tried hard through the years to describe what the dress looked like, what the woman looked like, but the truth is you already know. Think Marilyn Monroe, think candy apple red, think Beyoncé, think a dress that would stop traffic.
When I got into the hotel, I turned around to say something to Buck … and he was gone. Disappeared. I still don’t know how I lost him. I looked back to the car. It was gone. I said to Bob, “Where’s Buck?” He shrugged.
Then we both looked outside to a corner of the courtyard. And there was Buck talking to the woman in the red dress. She was not alone; a man was with her, maybe her husband or boyfriend, and the three of them talked for a long time. They hugged. They laughed. By the time they finished, Buck all but floated to the hotel lobby.
“Come on!” Buck said, now full of life and bounce. “Let’s go get something to eat.”
So we walked to the hotel restaurant for Buck to get his steak, but all of a sudden he stopped and grabbed my shoulder. He looked me squarely in the eyes. And he asked me, “Did you see the woman in the red dress?”
“Yes,” I said.
Buck shook his head. And he said those words I’ve thought about 10,000 times in the years that have gone by since he died. He said: “Son, in this life, you don’t ever walk by a red dress.”
Nathan R. Jessep
Footballguy
fantasycurse42
Footballguy Jr.
I'm all about a good build-up, but we're a week into the story and so far we've made it to saying hello to a female - at this rate we won't hear about the hugs until 2019.
Kanil
Footballguy
Angry Beavers
Footballguy
you forgot winking.. he winked at her too! Pretty sure that is just foreshadowing for the part of the story that involves old one eye.
DocHolliday
Footballguy
Don't get your writers confused. This is the colonial not AZ Ron. But, have patience. Hug Life spins a great yarn.
Brony
Footballguy
Nathan R. Jessep
Footballguy
I know I know. I didn't intend to drag it out quite this slowly... We are down a man at work, and yours truly is catching the slack, plus first week of school, plus out of town over the weekend. Making tremendous effort to get the next installment to press today. I've only been in today in short bursts. Need a contiguous block of time to get the synapses firing. Thank you for your continued patience and understanding.
YIC,
NRJ
YIC,
NRJ
Yeah and I got flak for saying it was going slow. If you start on a Friday end it there. We went the whole weekend and the update so far almost a week later is that he said a joke to a hot girl. I’m married so these stories are fun but I’ve said hi to some hot women recently and it’s not news. Heck, I slip into bed naked every night next to my wife and she isn’t posting it on that far more provocative purse forum.
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Oh, but you got time for this crap?
https://forums.footballguys.com/forum/topic/769185-police-blotter-entries-funny-weird-interesting-whatcha-got/
dhockster
Footballguy
jomar
Footballguy
Kanil
Footballguy
kutta
Footballguy
This is one thing I feel so awkward and weird doing, so I don’t think I’ve ever actually winked at a girl unless it was in an overly-obvious attempt at being silly.
Does winking work?
DA RAIDERS
Footballguy
i'm glad my wife and i like each other. this #### sounds exhausting
Yankee23Fan
Fair Tax!
Nathan R. Jessep
Footballguy
I officially introduced myself to Lacy and we exchanged pleasantries. We both mingled around the group but I made sure I made eye contact and smiled each time I was in her vicinity. Eventually I made my way back to my prime balcony spot and she soon came over to where I was and we chit chat a bit. She invited me and one other person standing nearby to play her favorite balcony people watching game "What's Their Story?" where you pick a person or couple out on the street below and predict where they are from and what they do for a living. One funny one was when we spotted 2 dudes talking across the street and she tapped them for the game, so we all make our guesses. I guessed Financial Planner for one of the guys. We laugh and move on to another couple and then the previous 2 dudes separated and one of them walked in our direction and Lacy said "hey I actually know that guy!" and got his attention and waved and talked to him for a minute. After the guy walked off, I said "Ok you know that guy, right? What's his profession?? Let's see who won that round!" She starts laughing to herself and said "he actually IS a financial planner" and I celebrated raucously. So we played a few rounds of that, and I got some more laughs from her, which is always a good sign. I had noticed 2 other guys in our group, both friends of Kate (one of them was who Josie had paired up with the previous night) whom I had met before, but didn't know well, had also been sticking fairly close to Lacy and chatting her up. So I am aware at that point that they are also vying for her attention, but I feel like I'm doing pretty well so far.
Maybe an hour or so later, with dusk coming on, the group was getting antsy and wanted to take to the streets. Before we left the balcony, Lacy took off my Mardi Gras bead tie and puts it back around my neck and said "I like the way this looks on you better than on me" and grinned at me and I shot back "well, thank you, and to be honest, the view is better when you don't have that tie on." As we filed outside, I got in line behind Lacy, of course. As we walked, she leaned into me and got close a few times as she was talking. I knew this was a good sign too. She asked me some questions like where I was from, if I had kids, how I was part of this group, where we were staying, etc.. I answered her questions and, very intentionally, informed her of our hotel situation and then I quizzed her a little bit as well. She was a lifelong friend of the guy whose place we were hanging out at and she had moved to Nola a couple years ago. She had recently broken up with her boyfriend and was kind of down about it so her friend had invited her to come hang out with all of us and have some fun to try and cure her blues. I knew she was younger than me, but didn't want to directly ask. At some point she had mentioned having a younger sister that was 26, so I figured that she was probably early 30's. I would find out later that she's actually 28.
We hit up a nearby club and the group goes upstairs to a balcony overlooking the dance floor area but it was crowded so part of the group headed back down. Lacy and I grabbed a spot along the balcony railing and observed for a bit, talking and laughing. The group was ready to forage in search of food so we hit the streets again, and somebody in the group suggested a nearby place, so we headed out in that direction. One of the guys in our group of about 12 people was wearing a skirt and suspenders (no shirt) and the host/manager of restaurant we were trying to go to wouldn't seat him without a shirt. All his shirts were at his hotel which was too far to walk to, so we turned around and filed back out to find a plan B. We got across the street and the manager of the place we just exited yelled at us and waved us back over. Dude had gone to the back and gotten a white dress shirt from one of his workers and loaned it to our friend, so that we would stay and eat at his restaurant. (aside: That's kickass managing right there.) I took a seat at the table next to Lacy. One of the other aforementioned guys, Josie's "friend,' was on the other side of Lacy, but Josie was sitting next to him, so I was hoping she'd keep his attention. Lacy and I chat a little and put my arm on the back of her chair and placed my hand on her back, which was exposed due to the cut of her dress. As we talked, I lightly caressed her bare back with my fingers. A couple of minutes later she leaned over and said "I feel like you might be trouble for me, because I should probably tell you to stop that, but I really don't want you to stop." I grinned and said "well I will stop if it's making you uncomfortable in any way" and she places her hand on my knee under the table, looked me in the eye and said "no, you're fine, you don't have to stop."
We finished dinner and the other guy that had been chatting Lacy (not the one sitting next to her) up bought dinner for the entire table. We shall call him Fred. The group headed over to another popular establishment for some of the crew, including Lacy, who were wanting to dance, and have more beverages of course. The group kind of got separated a bit inside the place, as it was huge. I said to Lacy, "let's go get a drink before we find our spot in here" and we walk around to the side bar which had no line. She bellies up to the bar and I get behind/beside her and put my arm around her and flagged the bartender down. She ordered a shot of tequila and I got a beer. I pay the man his money and she looks at me and shyly said "So.... hypothetically... and I'm not saying this is what we're doing, I'm just thinking through this.... if you were to come stay at my place tonight, would that be helpful for your sleeping arrangements?" I grin and said "well, hypothetically, I think it certainly would be very helpful and that is a very polite offer. Hypothetically." She smiled and said "Ok, I will keep that in mind" and bit her lip. Good signs +1. I took this opportunity, since we were close to each other in a reasonably quiet area and away from the crowd, to pull her in and kiss her. She grins and bites her lip again. I put my arm around her and said "let's go find our people" and we head to the other end of the place where our crew was posted up.
I'm not much of a dancer normally, and I let Lacy know that, but I can go with the flow and I'm a team player. Just about everyone, except for Kate who refuses to dance, was on the floor so I got out there with the group and we were all acting a fool and having a good time. Lacy sticks close to me for the most part, but Fred is nearby as well. Fred is a ball of energy. A little bit older (than me) guy (guessing mid to late 40's), but one of those guys that has 2 speeds: wide-open and asleep. He was bouncing all over the place and was dancing with everyone nearby, including Lacy, intermittently. I danced to a few songs and retreated to the sidelines to drink my beer and observe for a bit. Lacy had some moves and was rocking that red dress, so i didn't mind just sitting back and watching her out on the dance floor at all. I saw Lacy walk over to the bar with Fred and he buys both of them a beer. She came back over and stood beside me a few minutes later, sans Fred, and leaned in and said to me "I hope you aren't upset because I was dancing with Fred. That was just dancing, and I want you to know that. He's a nice guy but there's nothing there for me." Then she looked me in the eye and said, while gesturing in the air between herself and me, "I like this." I said "Good. Me too." She said "I admit I am a little drunk, and this is very out of character for me, but I seriously think you're one of the nicest guys I've ever met and that is very very attractive to me. And I do want you to come home with me." I said, trying to play it cool, "I'd like that a lot." She kind of giggled to herself and said "in the interest of full disclosure, I do need to tell you one thing though." Oh ####, I think to myself, trying to predict what she might be about to tell me...
So we played a few rounds of that, and I got some more laughs from her, which is always a good sign. I had noticed 2 other guys in our group, both friends of Kate (one of them was who Josie had paired up with the previous night) whom I had met before, but didn't know well, had also been sticking fairly close to Lacy and chatting her up. So I am aware at that point that they are also vying for her attention, but I feel like I'm doing pretty well so far. Maybe an hour or so later, with dusk coming on, the group was getting antsy and wanted to take to the streets. Before we left the balcony, Lacy took off my Mardi Gras bead tie and puts it back around my neck and said "I like the way this looks on you better than on me" and grinned at me and I shot back "well, thank you, and to be honest, the view is better when you don't have that tie on." As we filed outside, I got in line behind Lacy, of course. As we walked, she leaned into me and got close a few times as she was talking. I knew this was a good sign too. She asked me some questions like where I was from, if I had kids, how I was part of this group, where we were staying, etc.. I answered her questions and, very intentionally, informed her of our hotel situation and then I quizzed her a little bit as well. She was a lifelong friend of the guy whose place we were hanging out at and she had moved to Nola a couple years ago. She had recently broken up with her boyfriend and was kind of down about it so her friend had invited her to come hang out with all of us and have some fun to try and cure her blues. I knew she was younger than me, but didn't want to directly ask. At some point she had mentioned having a younger sister that was 26, so I figured that she was probably early 30's. I would find out later that she's actually 28.
We hit up a nearby club and the group goes upstairs to a balcony overlooking the dance floor area but it was crowded so part of the group headed back down. Lacy and I grabbed a spot along the balcony railing and observed for a bit, talking and laughing. The group was ready to forage in search of food so we hit the streets again, and somebody in the group suggested a nearby place, so we headed out in that direction. One of the guys in our group of about 12 people was wearing a skirt and suspenders (no shirt) and the host/manager of restaurant we were trying to go to wouldn't seat him without a shirt. All his shirts were at his hotel which was too far to walk to, so we turned around and filed back out to find a plan B. We got across the street and the manager of the place we just exited yelled at us and waved us back over. Dude had gone to the back and gotten a white dress shirt from one of his workers and loaned it to our friend, so that we would stay and eat at his restaurant. (aside: That's kickass managing right there.) I took a seat at the table next to Lacy. One of the other aforementioned guys, Josie's "friend,' was on the other side of Lacy, but Josie was sitting next to him, so I was hoping she'd keep his attention. Lacy and I chat a little and put my arm on the back of her chair and placed my hand on her back, which was exposed due to the cut of her dress. As we talked, I lightly caressed her bare back with my fingers. A couple of minutes later she leaned over and said "I feel like you might be trouble for me, because I should probably tell you to stop that, but I really don't want you to stop." I grinned and said "well I will stop if it's making you uncomfortable in any way" and she places her hand on my knee under the table, looked me in the eye and said "no, you're fine, you don't have to stop."
We finished dinner and the other guy that had been chatting Lacy (not the one sitting next to her) up bought dinner for the entire table. We shall call him Fred. The group headed over to another popular establishment for some of the crew, including Lacy, who were wanting to dance, and have more beverages of course. The group kind of got separated a bit inside the place, as it was huge. I said to Lacy, "let's go get a drink before we find our spot in here" and we walk around to the side bar which had no line. She bellies up to the bar and I get behind/beside her and put my arm around her and flagged the bartender down. She ordered a shot of tequila and I got a beer. I pay the man his money and she looks at me and shyly said "So.... hypothetically... and I'm not saying this is what we're doing, I'm just thinking through this.... if you were to come stay at my place tonight, would that be helpful for your sleeping arrangements?" I grin and said "well, hypothetically, I think it certainly would be very helpful and that is a very polite offer. Hypothetically." She smiled and said "Ok, I will keep that in mind" and bit her lip. Good signs +1. I took this opportunity, since we were close to each other in a reasonably quiet area and away from the crowd, to pull her in and kiss her. She grins and bites her lip again. I put my arm around her and said "let's go find our people" and we head to the other end of the place where our crew was posted up.
I'm not much of a dancer normally, and I let Lacy know that, but I can go with the flow and I'm a team player. Just about everyone, except for Kate who refuses to dance, was on the floor so I got out there with the group and we were all acting a fool and having a good time. Lacy sticks close to me for the most part, but Fred is nearby as well. Fred is a ball of energy. A little bit older (than me) guy (guessing mid to late 40's), but one of those guys that has 2 speeds: wide-open and asleep. He was bouncing all over the place and was dancing with everyone nearby, including Lacy, intermittently. I danced to a few songs and retreated to the sidelines to drink my beer and observe for a bit. Lacy had some moves and was rocking that red dress, so i didn't mind just sitting back and watching her out on the dance floor at all.
I saw Lacy walk over to the bar with Fred and he buys both of them a beer. She came back over and stood beside me a few minutes later, sans Fred, and leaned in and said to me "I hope you aren't upset because I was dancing with Fred. That was just dancing, and I want you to know that. He's a nice guy but there's nothing there for me." Then she looked me in the eye and said, while gesturing in the air between herself and me, "I like this." I said "Good. Me too." She said "I admit I am a little drunk, and this is very out of character for me, but I seriously think you're one of the nicest guys I've ever met and that is very very attractive to me. And I do want you to come home with me." I said, trying to play it cool, "I'd like that a lot." She kind of giggled to herself and said "in the interest of full disclosure, I do need to tell you one thing though." Oh ####, I think to myself, trying to predict what she might be about to tell me...
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Nathan R. Jessep
Footballguy
Nathan R. Jessep
Footballguy
If done properly and not overused, I find the wink to be a very effective supplemental gesture if one can work it in naturally.
