My supermarket does carry ginger.
May 9, 2018 17:42:06 GMT
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Post by Heywood Jablowme on May 9, 2018 17:42:06 GMT
I don't typically post conquests, but I wanted to point out how seriously easy this can be. Because once your balls drop and you just start going for the things you desire, everything else just sort of falls into place.
So I'm in the store picking up supplies for homemade hard fried buffalo chicken wings. I go here quite a lot because they still have an old school butcher shop in the rear of the store....as it should be.
I grab one of those small carts because I knew I wasn't getting much, but more than a reasonable human can hand carry. + I think the full size ones make you look like a trailer park single mom (I don't know why, but I do).
Any way, almost immediately I notice a pair of jeans in front of me, you know, the kind that are cloven up the wearers ass the perfect amount. My little solider noticed too. We notice these things way to often.
She was also wearing one of those 'cold shoulder' tops the are popular. I could see milky white heavily freckled skin exposed. And at the top, that ginger only coppery shade of red that' to me is more orange then red.
I kept my own good pace however, I mean I was there for a reason right?. I mostly dismissed her from my mind, because I haven't even seen her face yet. And any guy that's been with a few women, can be seriously disappointed by a ginger when they turn around and have the downs syndrome face of a special Olympian.
Frank's Original, check, Louisiana hot sauce, check, celery, check, Paul Newman's own blue cheese, check.......Wings.
I catch up to her at the butcher area. She's got toilet paper and frozen hamburger patties....gross. But there's her face, and she's cute. Not dazzling but certainly fuckable.
We eye fuck for a sketchy brief moment, she glowingly blushes and skitters away.
Fuck it. I'm ready to check out. Turns out so is every the fuck body else. And to my 'luck' they only one out of eight isles open. Guess they weren't expecting shoppers on a Friday evening, dumb dumbs.
I end up right behind her though, yay me. She sighs with frustration over the sea of humanity snaked out before us. I say "Good thing the liquor store is next door!" To nobody, She responds "That's why I came here." All I said was "Nice!"
The smart store manager decides to open two more lanes, the woman in front of he, her, and myself head that way. A thin guy in brown work pants tries to shoot in between and doesn't make it. He throws his arms up holding his only two items. I say to him "Go ahead, but don't you block my view!" Gesturing at Ginger's fine ass. He laughs and agrees. She squirms for a second in those jeans like there's something stuck in her ass crack.
The check out gal mentions her toilet paper and burger patty purchase with some humor, Ginger tells her "Yeah I'm newly divorced, and scatter brained right now!"
Ding!
As I get in my truck, she is passing on her way to the liquor store, I say out the window, "Whatja Gettin?" she pauses, "Beer and a bottle of St Germain, why?"
I simply say "Wanna sit on my porch, eat chicken wings and drink beer?" She said SURE! I said Grab your beer, then follow me home!
She did. We did. We fucked. She left.
That's it.
* Don't overthink M/F interactions.
* Be aware of what's around you.
* Say whatever you are inclined to say to women.
So I'm in the store picking up supplies for homemade hard fried buffalo chicken wings. I go here quite a lot because they still have an old school butcher shop in the rear of the store....as it should be.
I grab one of those small carts because I knew I wasn't getting much, but more than a reasonable human can hand carry. + I think the full size ones make you look like a trailer park single mom (I don't know why, but I do).
Any way, almost immediately I notice a pair of jeans in front of me, you know, the kind that are cloven up the wearers ass the perfect amount. My little solider noticed too. We notice these things way to often.
She was also wearing one of those 'cold shoulder' tops the are popular. I could see milky white heavily freckled skin exposed. And at the top, that ginger only coppery shade of red that' to me is more orange then red.
I kept my own good pace however, I mean I was there for a reason right?. I mostly dismissed her from my mind, because I haven't even seen her face yet. And any guy that's been with a few women, can be seriously disappointed by a ginger when they turn around and have the downs syndrome face of a special Olympian.
Frank's Original, check, Louisiana hot sauce, check, celery, check, Paul Newman's own blue cheese, check.......Wings.
I catch up to her at the butcher area. She's got toilet paper and frozen hamburger patties....gross. But there's her face, and she's cute. Not dazzling but certainly fuckable.
We eye fuck for a sketchy brief moment, she glowingly blushes and skitters away.
Fuck it. I'm ready to check out. Turns out so is every the fuck body else. And to my 'luck' they only one out of eight isles open. Guess they weren't expecting shoppers on a Friday evening, dumb dumbs.
I end up right behind her though, yay me. She sighs with frustration over the sea of humanity snaked out before us. I say "Good thing the liquor store is next door!" To nobody, She responds "That's why I came here." All I said was "Nice!"
The smart store manager decides to open two more lanes, the woman in front of he, her, and myself head that way. A thin guy in brown work pants tries to shoot in between and doesn't make it. He throws his arms up holding his only two items. I say to him "Go ahead, but don't you block my view!" Gesturing at Ginger's fine ass. He laughs and agrees. She squirms for a second in those jeans like there's something stuck in her ass crack.
The check out gal mentions her toilet paper and burger patty purchase with some humor, Ginger tells her "Yeah I'm newly divorced, and scatter brained right now!"
Ding!
As I get in my truck, she is passing on her way to the liquor store, I say out the window, "Whatja Gettin?" she pauses, "Beer and a bottle of St Germain, why?"
I simply say "Wanna sit on my porch, eat chicken wings and drink beer?" She said SURE! I said Grab your beer, then follow me home!
She did. We did. We fucked. She left.
That's it.
* Don't overthink M/F interactions.
* Be aware of what's around you.
* Say whatever you are inclined to say to women.
