Meeting went as follows (to the best of my recollection).
I was walking from one side of the bar to the other when this girl calls me over. I go across to say hello and see what she wants. She says something like 'wow, look at those arms' to her friend. I am wearing my gym shirt. I start talking about myself, my job, my hobbies and other interests in life and also my gym routine.
Girl: Oh my god, why are you talking so quickly? You sound incredibly nervous.
PMMA someday soon: That's my usual speaking pace I'm afraid. I talk like this to everyone- friends, co-workers. I'm going to a speech therapist at the moment to try to reduce my wpm rate.
[more conversation. She fondles my arms a few times.]
Girl: This is an act isn't it? You're going round doing this in lots of places. It's a good act though. How many women have you slept with?
PMMA someday soon: [lying to seem more manly]: In my life? Only three.
Girl: Bullshit. Liar. This is an act. No way can you go around looking like that and only have slept with three women. No way.
PMMA someday soon: No, honestly, it's true. I'm not very good at picking up social cues. People have to ask me things directly or I won't notice.
Girl: No, you're a liar.
[More discussion]
Girl: This is crazy. You're sort of like Sheldon from Big Bang Theory but even more so, but you're also way hotter and you've got muscles! OK, I don't care if this is an act, I'm falling for it.
[She is moving in her seat in a slightly fidgety way at this point.]
Girl: What if I told you that I find you incredibly hot and I really want you to come back to my place and have sex with me? That wouldn't make you too nervous would it?
PMMA someday soon: No, that wouldn't make me nervous, I would love to do that.
Girl: You sure? I'm not putting pressure on you am I?
PMMA someday soon:No, no, I'm completely OK with that. I think that would be great!
Girl: OK, I just have to ditch my friends. Meet me outside in 10 minutes.
We met outside. After some discussion we decide that her place is the only option. I don't have any condoms at mine.
I drive to her flat. She is fondling me as I drive. Distracting!
We arrive at her place... go to her room. Clothes are removed, business is attended in all the usual ways over the course of the night. I leave at 6:30am so as not to cause awkwardness when her flatmates wake up. When I get home I find that a wrapper from one of the condoms I used (durex) fell into my shoe. A souvenir! I fall asleep in my bed and dream of sex.
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