I’m too relaxed with leads. I must’ve assumed that this one, a flirty set with a fashion student two weeks ago, was too high energy and that she would flake. That, or my poor memory was just cock-blocking me. Either way, I’m ashamed to say I didn’t follow up.
Anyway, she messaged me yesterday out of the blue. The DTF-o-meter rang out a shrill alarm. But first I had to do a deep dive into my memory to remember exactly who she was. I was 95% sure I knew, which was exciting because the girl was hot, young, and cheeky.
However, her asking to meet up last night was terrible timing. First, I’d arranged to meet ex-colleagues for our annual catch-up and Xmas meal, and, second, a regular was supposed to be popping over later for a booty call. The booty call was flakeable, but the Xmas meal wasn’t…
A true degenerate would’ve cleared his schedule whatever the plans, but apparently I still have some work to do in that department. Fortunately though, the Daygame Gods have given me another chance. I’ve set up what appears to be a decent opportunity for some Sunday seduction. So let’s see what tomorrow will bring.