I never had a problem attracting women, all women. Any shape, size, color, and nationality available. I'm attractive, I'll be honest about it. But that isn't what gets girls into my bed, although I'm sure it helps. My personality is what gets them. I know it's cliche but it's true. I'm confident sometimes to the point of arrogance. I know that about myself. I would by lying if I said I was the nicest person on earth. I'm a bitch, okay, I'm okay with it. What does it matter anyway? They are the ones that want me. They get the whole package and that includes the attitude. I'm never overly mean just brutally honest, but let me get to the story.
I was going into a little restaurant when I noticed a smoking hot girl seated at the bar. I quickly told the waitress that that was were I wanted to sit. So I went over and sat right next to her. She looked at me oddly for one moment but then went back to the book she was studying. She was a couple years younger than myself, maybe 22 or 23.
"Hi." I said confidently, as if I could act any other way.
"Uh... hey." she mumbled as she shot me another quizzical glance before turning back to her book.
"My name is Ava." I laughed. I thought it was funny that she seemed so busy while at a restaurant.
"Zoey." She said, this time without looking up, as she finished writing a sentence in her notebook. "Look, I would normally love to talk to you but I am really busy studying for this test and I don't exactly have time to carry on a conversation. I'm sorry that I'm being so rude."
"Well if you want to come back to my place, I'm sure I can teach you a few things." I winked at her suggestively and smiled. She just laughed and turned back to her work. I ordered a soda from the bar and I offered to get her a drink as well.
"No thank you. I can buy my own." she looked at the bartender and order a soda. When her drink came she went to pay for it but I beat her to it. The bartender took my money and walked away. She looked furious and even more beautiful. "You didn't have to do that."
"Of course I didn't but I'm hopping that now you will feel obligated to talk to me." I sipped at my coke but Zoey didn't seem to have felt obligated to talk to me. She just turned back to her work and kept writing. After twenty minutes of silence I was fed up and bored to death. I decided to try once more before going home to call some nameless girl to warm my bed for the night.
"Here's my card. You can call me sometime or you can stop trying to delay the inevitable and just leave with me now." I pulled one of my business cards out of my wallet then I scribbled my cell phone number across the back of it. I placed it on her notebook so she couldn't avoid it. Just when I was about get off of my barstool she looked up at me in shock.
"You're Ava Greene? Like the writer Ava Greene?" she asked in pure wonder. I smiled as I settled back into my seat. I had won another one. It was a good feeling because she was beautiful. Her hair was a coppery brown color that was absolutely amazing and her golden brown eyes were captivating.
"Yes, I'm Ava Greene the writer. Have you read some of my work?" I exuded pride. That would probably be the sin I would go down for. Pride and lust.
"I love your stuff. I read your piece about your travels through Russia. It was amazing. And I also loved the stuff you wrote about the corruption in the local government. You are a great writer." Zoey talked rapidly but I have to be honest, I was thinking about what she would look like topless. I'm shallow, okay. I already said this. It's wrong, I know, that but she was so hot it was almost impossible not to. Especially when I noticed that her nipples were hard. Either from the cool temperature in the room or because of me. I don't know which but I preferred to think the latter.
"I'm glad you enjoy my work. It does pay the bills. So what about you. What do you do?"
"I'm a student right now. I'm actually about to graduate, that's why I'm studying." She showed me the cover of her book. It said something about advanced computer something or other. "I want to do web design."
"That's very interesting." I told her. We made small talk for another twenty minutes before I realized that I really did have to get going. I had a deadline that I had to meet and my papers weren't going to write themselves.
"I'm going to have to get going. I have some work that I need to finish up." I looked into her brilliant brown eyes and I smiled. "Feel free to join me."
"Are you really like this all the time?" Zoey blushed. "I mean, are you so forward with everyone or is it just me?"
"I am forward with every woman that I find so remarkably attractive. I think we would have a great time and I want to pursue that." I actually liked that girl. She was interesting and I felt like we had some things in common. I hadn't talked to anyone that long in one sitting since the last time I had visited my mother.
"I have known you for about an hour and you have already invited me to your house three times."
"And you have ignored me three times. It was a simple offer. You are gorgeous and I like you. Is it a crime that I want to take you to bed? If you aren't interested then I apologize but I think that you are interested. I think that you want to sleep with me."
"Listen, Ava, it was nice to meet you but I am not going to sleep with you." Zoey gathered her books and stood from her chair. "I'm not that easy, Ava. You are going to have to work for this." I couldn't stop the deep laugh that came from me.
"Okay. I can do that. Same time and place tomorrow?"
Zoey nodded and left. I sat in at the bar for an extra moment or two thinking about her. She was something else. I had never had anyone put me on hold like that. I had been turned down before, I'll admit it. Girls either were interested or they weren't but I never had anyone say eventually or maybe later. My interest didn't usually last that long but this girl was different. She had an air about her that exuded equanimity. I was looking forward to our meeting and I decided to sleep alone that night. Thoughts of Zoey clouded my head.
I was dressed in my most jaw dropping outfit when I went to the restaurant the next day. A tight, and short, strapless black dress with white heels. I wore my long black hair loose and it fell past my shoulder. When I entered I saw Zoey sitting at a booth by herself. I felt excited that she was no longer at the bar, the booth was so much more intimate.
"It's nice to see you again. Are you ready to sleep with me yet?" I spoke in a joking manner as I took my seat across from her.
"It's nice to see you too, Ava, and no I'm not going to sleep with you today." Zoey giggled. I faked a sad look and we make small talk for over an hour. She was single, yay for me. She lived alone, double yay! Her parents were happily married, going on 23 years together. Zoey had one brother and one sister, both older. She didn't have pets and she was allergic to cats. She hated shellfish and peanuts and often lied that she was allergic to both. I shared similar information and by the end of the hour I had forgotten about wanting to sleep with her...Okay fine I had ALMOST forgotten about wanting to sleep with her.
