Definition of "Getting Coffee"

So I ended up having coffee with the girl from the screwed up visit in the last post.  Looks like I might not have totally missed the boat on that one.

Our "coffee" ended up being a smoothie, walk for 2+hours, dinner, chat at my place, summer beachside festival, and some more hanging out.  All told it took 9hrs. ... long coffee eh?

Although I'm not sure, I think I blew it again.  This time it wasn't me just not noticing (although I didn't have a little birdie telling me where I f-ed up), I intentionally wasn't aggressive.  I guess it's just not my way.

She's standing on my deck, wrapped in a blanket because she's cold and watching the throngs of  people go by as they leave (I live very close to this beach festival).  I come up behind her, basically hugging her and ... and ... stand there, just chatting.  

Allow me to explain, this girl is an ass-kicker; one of those super cool, always on the go, up for doing stuff and genuinely enjoys life kind of people.  I really like that.  It's just so different than me, my personality, my family and my upbringing.  Generally I like people like this - having it be an absolute cutie is just that extra bonus.

The problem is that the qualities I like in a girl like this make me incredibly scared when it could even possibly, maybe, kinda, sorta approach anything smelling of intimacy.  I don't want to put her off, as either too aggressive or too gently.  And that leads me to the issues surrounding my relative *ahem* experience.

The purpose of going to that level is one of mutual pleasure and satisfaction.  I've got to hold up my end of that bargain, and I don't want to disappoint.

Oh and the real kicker is that she is fresh out of major knee surgery now.  So she's on some pretty intense painkillers (and doing physically well thank you) and is admittedly pretty stoned due to these drugs.  So how much of the vibe she's giving off is due to the drugs, and how much is really her.  I can't tell as I haven't known her long enough to have any kind of baseline.

How the evening ended was with us chatting, her basically throwing the blanket at me (was she being sarcastic about it?), then me walking her home.  I got the nice, friendly -lame as fuck- hug.  Great!  (not)

Oh great, she texted me this morning to see how the nearby parade was going.  So I'm still top of mind. goddamnmutherfuckingsonofabitch Idon'tgetthis arrrggghhhh.

OK then, we heard the whistling theme from Kill Bill last night.  She mentioned she hadn't seen it in a while.  So what am I doing now?  Why downloading it to give her a copy of course. 

The goal is to use this as proof that I was paying attention and remembered what she said and was thinking of her at a time when we weren't together.  Good plan right?  They why do I feel like I'm still in high-school, not 10 years out?

Missing: My Social Radar

"When asked to stay and watch a movie, the correct answer is usually yes."

This was what a good friend told me after we had just left the apartment of a friend of his.  The three of us had just spent a couple of awesome hours on a nearby bar's patio in the summer sun.  See, she had just invited me to stay with her and watch a movie when my buddy had to leave for a prior engagement.  I didn't quite clue in quickly enough.  I just zoned out and wasn't paying much attention to who was talking to who. Stupid, stupid stupid.

I'd never admit it by my immediate reaction was, "oh shit - he's right."

As the perpetually single buddy and all round "nice guy", I don't have much radar for these kinds of situations.  When he told me that she just had her boyfriend break up with her (over the phone no less, what a pussy), I took that to mean it was a sensitive subject and to avoid it.  You know, that take-the-high-road, be-a-good-guy and be-there-for-her-as-a-sounding-board position.

What he really meant was for it to be that, she's vulnerable and to be-there-for-her-as-a-revenge-via-rough-sex-board.

I totally flaked on the signs.  Even though I think noticed them.  I've met her before (she barely remembered me - not good) and she's a cool chick.  One of those ass-kicking, able to handle life kinda girls.  Cute as a button, not gonna model, but with big baby blues you can't help but notice.  And my buddy said she had significant "skills" when they dated.

There was a lot of smiling back and forth, slightly too long eye contact, and no awkward chatting when we were left alone.  Now I may get some credit by earlier inviting her to come for beers with some friends on our regular meet up night as she only lives a few blocks from me.  Guess I blew the execution after the (accidentally) smooth setup eh?

UPDATE:  She just added me on Facebook; she must have searched me through my buddy's friends list.  And no, she's not one of those 467,000 friend-padding types that need new friends to justify their existence. This just got a bit more dramatic, crap.

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