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.
