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nikolai_bolkov
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Ok boys and girls, here's the deal:
This friday has provided me with the *weirdest* experience of my life.
I met this girl at a major house venue in NYC Thursday, we talked, drank drinks, and had a good time. Come closing we head outside, and she hooks me up with all her digits, pager, cell, the works. At this point she doesn't want to come home with me, or let me come home with her. Ok, not the usual deal, but ok.
Called her Friday, she meets me for drinks and to hang out. She definetly shows interest in me, touches me, hugs me etc. But, she is kinda standoffish when I try to kiss her, I think wtf? Ok, a little prude, thats alright, I can be a gentleman.
Something a little odd about her though, a little deep voice, something about her face. Can't really tell, she's gorgeous, perfect body, smooth skin, smells good. Yeah, you know where this is going...
Anyway, we hang out, and chance have's it she meets me Friday at a restaurant where there happened to be some gay guys, including the bartender. They are stunned by her, immediately praising her to be a goddess...hmmm...I'm thinking, she's very nice, but there's that something I can't put my finger on, but if all these guys (despite gay) thinks she's all that, then I guess she is.
The evening progresses, and we're definitely close, having a good time. But I can't seem to get that 'contact' to give her a nice juicy kiss, that otherwise is attainable within a relatively short period of time.
She desperately wants to go to Vinyl, and before that she wants to scarf down a pizza and french fries, so I
let her. While she's eating, she says that she wants to tell me something, but never gets around to it.
We go to Vinyl, which is cool. But she seem's a little distant after the pizza joint (in retrospect I think it's because she never told me what she wanted to, but more about that later). We hang out, walk around. Being a persistent hetereo, I try to get a little more intimate, but never really succeed. She appears to like me holding her, but never really long enough. So I get a little irate, asking if I can't hold her, or kiss her, or barely keep a conversation (she won't look me in the eyes very long, and talking to her is a little strained), I ask her wtf I am doing there, cause I go to clubs mainly to pick up chicks, not to just 'hang out'.
Here's the clencher...she see's a friend of hers, another 'babe' with incredibly body, but her face is even that more 'off'. You guys already figured this out, but yep, these babes used to be guys.
After this, she kindoff leaves me at the bar, where I swear to you guys, 60% of the chicks are converted guys. Yo, I'm in the twilight zone for real. I talk to some bros also by the bar, real muscle heads, telling them wtf I am suspecting, but no one really seems to think it's odd. Some of these muscleboys are happily dancing with the 'girls', and everyone seems to know each other. Now I am really tripping, but I'm cool, just observing the scene.
Finally at 7.30am, I've had enough redbull to last me the weekend, so I jet. On the way home, this cabdriver from Guana laughs with me when I tell him this, saying sure NYC got it all, and this is not unusual.
Fellas, I did not know transexuality was this common at all. What sortof gives it away is that their bodies are fucking too perfect, waistlines that girls could only dream off, boobies out of this world. Just that the face is a 'little', and I mean minutely, odd.
The cabdriver told me that this girl acted standoffish because maybe she was afraid that if I knew, I would be disappointed or worse, angry, disgusted or whatever. This kind of makes me feel bad, because she's a very nice person. Right now, I can't tell you I am angry, disgusted or anything. More than anything, I'm relieved thinking that she likes me, but acted the way she did for fear of rejection, after seeing how hetereo and into girls I am. Keeps my ego intact, albeit in a confused way
confused
I don't know, I'll probably call her, because this is a very curious situation, and I would like to tell her I know what's up.
The only bad thing is if she's really a girl after all, and I would just deliver the worst insult ever.
Please, give me some general comments.
Peace!
This friday has provided me with the *weirdest* experience of my life.
I met this girl at a major house venue in NYC Thursday, we talked, drank drinks, and had a good time. Come closing we head outside, and she hooks me up with all her digits, pager, cell, the works. At this point she doesn't want to come home with me, or let me come home with her. Ok, not the usual deal, but ok.
Called her Friday, she meets me for drinks and to hang out. She definetly shows interest in me, touches me, hugs me etc. But, she is kinda standoffish when I try to kiss her, I think wtf? Ok, a little prude, thats alright, I can be a gentleman.
Something a little odd about her though, a little deep voice, something about her face. Can't really tell, she's gorgeous, perfect body, smooth skin, smells good. Yeah, you know where this is going...
Anyway, we hang out, and chance have's it she meets me Friday at a restaurant where there happened to be some gay guys, including the bartender. They are stunned by her, immediately praising her to be a goddess...hmmm...I'm thinking, she's very nice, but there's that something I can't put my finger on, but if all these guys (despite gay) thinks she's all that, then I guess she is.
The evening progresses, and we're definitely close, having a good time. But I can't seem to get that 'contact' to give her a nice juicy kiss, that otherwise is attainable within a relatively short period of time.
She desperately wants to go to Vinyl, and before that she wants to scarf down a pizza and french fries, so I
let her. While she's eating, she says that she wants to tell me something, but never gets around to it.
We go to Vinyl, which is cool. But she seem's a little distant after the pizza joint (in retrospect I think it's because she never told me what she wanted to, but more about that later). We hang out, walk around. Being a persistent hetereo, I try to get a little more intimate, but never really succeed. She appears to like me holding her, but never really long enough. So I get a little irate, asking if I can't hold her, or kiss her, or barely keep a conversation (she won't look me in the eyes very long, and talking to her is a little strained), I ask her wtf I am doing there, cause I go to clubs mainly to pick up chicks, not to just 'hang out'.
Here's the clencher...she see's a friend of hers, another 'babe' with incredibly body, but her face is even that more 'off'. You guys already figured this out, but yep, these babes used to be guys.
After this, she kindoff leaves me at the bar, where I swear to you guys, 60% of the chicks are converted guys. Yo, I'm in the twilight zone for real. I talk to some bros also by the bar, real muscle heads, telling them wtf I am suspecting, but no one really seems to think it's odd. Some of these muscleboys are happily dancing with the 'girls', and everyone seems to know each other. Now I am really tripping, but I'm cool, just observing the scene.
Finally at 7.30am, I've had enough redbull to last me the weekend, so I jet. On the way home, this cabdriver from Guana laughs with me when I tell him this, saying sure NYC got it all, and this is not unusual.
Fellas, I did not know transexuality was this common at all. What sortof gives it away is that their bodies are fucking too perfect, waistlines that girls could only dream off, boobies out of this world. Just that the face is a 'little', and I mean minutely, odd.
The cabdriver told me that this girl acted standoffish because maybe she was afraid that if I knew, I would be disappointed or worse, angry, disgusted or whatever. This kind of makes me feel bad, because she's a very nice person. Right now, I can't tell you I am angry, disgusted or anything. More than anything, I'm relieved thinking that she likes me, but acted the way she did for fear of rejection, after seeing how hetereo and into girls I am. Keeps my ego intact, albeit in a confused way
confusedI don't know, I'll probably call her, because this is a very curious situation, and I would like to tell her I know what's up.
The only bad thing is if she's really a girl after all, and I would just deliver the worst insult ever.
Please, give me some general comments.
Peace!
