Gym Climbing

22Nov07

So I did it, yesterday they gave us the afternoon off at the office, an unexpected perk. So I did some shopping-therapy, got some gaiters and new socks to go with my boots, and a few new shirts so that I can dress the part tomorrow.

Before I get too far into this, let me explain something. My separation agreement with my wife prohibits me from dating or fucking, until at least the end of this month. Long story, I’ll tell you all about it soon! Any way, I plan to stay within those bounds.

And then I got up the courage to call B’s roomate, henceforth referred to as Spider-chick. Last time I saw her, when she told me she was into climbing, I asked if I could call her sometime and go to the climbing gym together. Pole dancing has strengthened me, and increased my flexibility to the point where I want to see if a sport that previously kicked my ass was now within reach. She said she was going to meet some friends there, would I like to join? Hell yes!

Let me just say now, climbers are hot, they move well, they are ALL ripped out, they don’t take anything too seriously, HOT! Spider-chick’s ass was gorgeous! She is lean, fairly tall, 5′8? 5′9, and her best feature (as yet seen by me )is that little white girl bubble-butt. (|) Her female friend was also pretty, and brought a significant other, who turned out to be a good guy, gave me some great pointers – really complicated things like “dont forget to breathe”

After an hour or more of climbing, watching her form and learning to climb, I declared beer thirty, and told her I was meeting B, B’s wife, and the Realtor at the local, to which she replied, cool, I’ll see you there. (Thanks B) We talked a bit about the climbing, I tried to listen more than talk, the bar allowed me to circulate over to friends, and keep it very light.

She left early, to go back to B’s place, as the bar was smoky, and crowded. B invited a few of us over for a night cap, and again, I left it very light, spending most of my time talking to B and the Realtor.

Heres the part I may have fucked up… B’s friend “Recent Breakup” was there too, got blitzed, and we were all worried about her. At the end of the night she said she wanted to go back to the bar for her jacket, and would call a cab from there, so I gave her a ride. It may have looked to Spider-chick like I switched my game up, and went for the easy-lay drunk option. Oh well, it’ll probably get back to her that I didn’t.

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