Mancunian Cutiepie on 14th St.

14th st near Q Sgt, Washington DC

Description

I was hanging out in a crowded bar on 14th St. I started talking to a cute blonde British girl in a smart outfit. You said you are from Manchester, and I said, "Oh, so we have a Mancunian in the house." You were impressed that I knew that and started talking to me about your impressions of Washington DC. You were so excited you ended up spit blasting into my mouth. I said, "Whoa, say it don't spray it!" When you said you didn't understand it, some guy in the background said, "It means you just completely spat into that guy's mouth!" You apologized profusely, but I have to think that you it happened. I said, "Well, since you're already spitting in my mouth, we might as well make out." You thought about it for a second and then said, "Yeah, sure why not?" We made out briefly, and I greatly enjoyed it. After about eight seconds, your friends pulled you away and whisked you away. I don't chase. This isn't the first time that has happened. I often wonder why do women's friends do that. Any other women reading this can feel free to explain that. Sometimes I wonder if the woman in question just wants to leave the conversation, so she makes out with me knowing her posse will whisk her away. I don't believe that is the case between us.