This is the story of how I met her.
I’ve been on Meetup.com for a couple of years. I joined a bunch of groups and received regular email updates, but I’ve scarcely put in more effort than that. But as I’ve said, I’m determined to get out and do more things and meet new people this year. So I took a second, more serious look. There was a hiking group that intrigued me and I went to one of their excursions a few weeks ago.
It was my first ever Meetup.
There were half a dozen of us and I was the only guy who happened to show at this particular hike. The odds were in my favor, but looking for a girlfriend was the furthest thing from my mind that day. As a result, I was totally and unabashedly myself. I kept the group entertained with my wisecracks and anecdotes.
Rebecca liked my jokes. I thought she was cute when I first met her, but at some point during the hike we clicked. It was just one of those things. Now I know what people mean when they say that. When we came to a grove of dogwoods I plucked a flower off one of the trees and gave it to her.
“Here, this is for you,” I said, presenting it to her like the cornball I am. She couldn’t stop grinning and stuck it into the strap of her backpack, where it remained for the rest of the hike. We stuck together for the last mile, asking each other questions and sharing stories.
Later that day she sent me a message through Meetup telling me how much she enjoyed meeting me on the hike. I had noticed she had posted a couple of pics on the Meetup page, so I asked if she had taken any more? I was fishing for contact information. Turns out I didn’t have to try too hard. She said she took a bunch of pictures, and if I gave her my number then she would send them to me.
I was in.
By the next day we were Facebook friends. By the next night we were swapping flirty and sexy messages. By the next weekend we were going on our first date.
We live some distance apart, so I drove out to her area and we went to the wildlife preserve. Once we checked out the birds we set off on one of the trails. I took her by the hand. We found a bench by the water and I suggested we sit. After a few minutes of talking I pulled her in for a kiss. We made out for a while. It was perfect. I remembered her saying she liked ass grabs, and she nearly straddled me after I grabbed both cheeks. Unfortunately we had to stop when we heard other people approaching.
It started to rain right after that and we had to hustle out of the park. We went out for burgers (my kind of girl). Then we went to see The Jungle Book, but we saw very little of the movie as we were too busy groping and fondling each other. That was the first time I ever did dinner and a movie for a date. It was also the first time I gave a girl an orgasm.
When we started watching the movie, she had her legs crossed and my hand was resting on her thigh. As the lights went down I pried her legs apart. I ran my hand along the inside of her leg, back and forth, going further and further until I was brushing against her crotch. Eventually my hand made its way down the front of her pants and I started massaging her. I’d rub for a little bit, then stop and just rest my hand there as she writhed about in her seat trying to muffle her cries. Finally I kept going without stopping, going harder and faster until she came.
“Oh, fuck…” she whispered, nearly rolling over the armrest into my lap. She grabbed my arm and bit down on my shoulder, nearly putting a hole in my shirt in the process.
After the movie we drove down and parked by the inlet. We sat there watching the water and talking for about two hours before calling it a night. We’d been together for over eight hours and neither one of us wanted the day to end. But she wanted to take it slow and not rush things. She wanted to try, at least.
I was really attracted to her. She was a no-frills, no makeup, what-you-see-is-what-you-get kind of girl. Simple tastes and easily amused like myself. We both valued nature, fitness, and keeping it real. We had the same kind of spirit, energy and sense of humor. We just got and understood each other. Things were comfortable from the start. Everything felt right and natural. Maybe it was because we were both the same sign (our birthdays are ten days apart). I don’t really set stock by that sort of thing, but it’s always fun to think about.
We kept talking throughout the week and we went out again the following weekend. This time she came to my area.
And things got a little steamier.
First dates: 37
Second dates: 4
Third dates: 2
Stood up: 2
First kisses: 3