Original post date - May 26, 2005
Shopping

I've noticed that meeting girls is like shopping for cold medicine. Bear with me on this one and I think you'll see what I mean. This past weekend, I met a group of girls. 2 of these girls were flirting, but in different ways. The first girl seemed very forward. Let me explain what I mean by giving you a brief transcript of the conversation:
Woody: Hi, I'm Woody, wanna come back to my place for chocolate milk and sex on my pool table?
Slut: Hmm, I've never had sex on a pool table.
Woody: I can fix that.
Slut: But I've also never had sex on the beach and I'd like that more.
Woody: Well, then I guess I'll see you at the beach later. (wink & smile)
Slut: Well I guess so. (smiling as I walk away)
This may seem far fetched for you to believe, but with my job at the club I meet a lot of girls and since I work there, they feel comfortable about me approaching them to flirt. Back to the night in question. After a while, I go over to the Slut's friends because there are a few hotties in the group. I start talking to GoodGirl. GoodGirl is a sweet girl, just moved here a few months ago from the Carolinas. She is interested, I can tell, but not the type to go home immediately. It will take a few dates since she still has some self respect and decency about her.I tell them (they are in the same group of girls) to go to a local bar that stays open until 5am so we can all hang out. I pretty much ignore Slut as she is not quite as interesting as GoogGirl, but I give Slut the minimum required amount of attention to keep her interested. After a while, GoogGirl wants to play pool, so I tell her to go to the table to set up and I will be there in a bit. I then go over to Slut and tell her "let's go to the beach." She has had a few drinks, I have had about 5 jager shots and 3 beers, so it's a good idea to all involved. We go outside, make the 5 minute drive to the beach. It's not really all that romantic, but I'm horned up like a 4-balled tomcat and she's got that Neve Campbell on coke thing going for her. She strips, I strip and my milky white ass is glowing in the moonlight. After about 8 minutes (I kid you not) she tells me to hurry up and cum, she already has twice. Now I'm good but not that good, but I don't ask any questions, I just throw the hot butter in the pan, make the googely face and finish up (I found out later she was all coked up...hmm, nice girl). I now have sand all over my face, legs and arms and she has a crack full of Delray Beach. I could probably put my head up to her clam and hear the ocean.
We go back to the bar. We walk back in and GoodGirl has been looking for me. She has this look on her face like a little kid who has lost their parents at the department store. Poor girl. I go back over and she accuses me of hooking up with her friend in the parking lot. I tell her I did not hook up in the parking lot (not a lie...it was the beach) and looks at me suspiciously. I admit to kissing her friend, but tell her it is just drunken shenanegans. She is drunk and doesn't care. She thinks I'm sweet and tells me she hasn't been laid in 6 months. Why do nice girls do this?
She asks me to drive her home and we hook up in my car for a half hour. I tell her we should stop because we're moving too fast. She melts. Dammit...too easy.
Anyway, the point of the story is this: all girls have certain things to get them going, certain buttons to push; but you have to recognize what product you are shopping for.There are two kinds of product: the Slut and the GoodGirl. Kind of like there are two kinds of cold medicine: fast acting(Slut) and long lasting(GoodGirl). When do you wanna feel good? Now or later? See what I mean?