“I just want to see you shine ’cause I know you are a Stargirl” – Stargirl, by The Weeknd
This post is one that I’ve alluded to in a few previous posts and I am now finally getting around to fully detailing the story. This set of field reports, or saga I suppose, is based on a girl who’s been referenced in previous posts as Tess, though my nickname for her is Stargirl. This is because the vibe of the song Stargirl by the Weekend fits her personality perfectly.
I first met Stargirl at a rooftop hot spot on a Thursday when she was in town for a conference. While I was busy afterwards that night with my First Wheel, I had planned to see Stargirl on Saturday night. The next night was a Friday, and I had over a girl that I had been hooking up with for a few month’s over. We had a great thing, in which we would Netflix and Chill while ordering in food. This particular Friday we were making our way through the end of a series and we started the last episode at 11 pm, after a fun session of sex that started at about 9 pm. The episodes of this particular series where an hour long, so my though was more sex would ensue after. At 11:30 pm I get a text from Stargirl. Her and her coworkers are at a fun club that’s about 25 min from my house and she’s love it if I came out. I let her know that I’m in the middle of something, but should be free to head over in 30. Once the episode ended around midnight, the girl l I’m presently with remarks about how much she hates having to leave. “Yeah it’s a shame,” I respond, thinking about how quickly I could take a shower. “I don’t wanna leave,” she responded, in a playfully pouty tone. Well, I thought to myself, It’s time for you to get going.
Despite some effort on my part, it wasn’t until around 12:45 am when she finally left. I hit up Stargirl to let her know that I wouldn’t make it in time, but to let me know what she’s up to the next day. She responded letting me know she’ll do that, and then I get to bed, now 0-1 in my attempts to see Stargirl.
Saturday night came by, as I mentioned in a previous post, that night didn’t work out because I had another girl I was going to hook up with that unknowingly wanted to meet me at the same venue I was going to see Stargirl at. I wasn’t able to redirect either to a different spot, so now I was 0-2 in my attempts to see Stargirl.
Sunday, I hit up a brunch spot by the beach with some friends. I’m not sure how, but that Sunday brunch turned into an all day-rager as we wound up bringing girls to hang at our table, bouncing to a hotel party, then recruiting from that hotel to hit up a restaurant next door for snacks, then we all went to another bar up the street and befriended a fun group, and then finally wound up at a local dive close by with our new friend friends. We started brunch at 11 am and now it was 8 pm as we were at this dive bar. Stargirl texted me to let me know that her and her coworkers would be back at her hotel getting drinks at the bar at 10 pm. I let her know I’d be there, and continued to hang with my friends and our other collected peoples until about 9:30. I then left to go meetup with Stargirl and her coworkers.
I arrived at the hotel and rolled in to find Stargirl with 3 of her coworkers, one of whom I’d met with her on Thursday. Her other coworkers were women, and they were all equally hot. I was there to see Stargirl, but trying to focus got a little challenging for the first few minutes. I then grabbed a drink and we all started exchanging fun stories of shenanigans and mischief, and one by one her coworkers left to rest up for their conference in the morning. Lastly it was me and Stargirl left. “I have wine in my room” she said to which I responded “That sounds like an excellent idea.” We then went up to her room and had a glass of wine as we discussed other fun stories from our pasts.
My favorite conversations with girls are the ones you have right before you hook up for the first time; when both of you are acutely aware that sex is imminent. It’s a fun and exciting place as you both know a secret and the anticipation of how it’s going to unfold has yet to be revealed. This was very much one of those conversations. We both got through about half a glass of wine before we wound up in the bed, at which point things escalated into a vigorous sex session. Finally, after being 0-2, the 3rd night was the charm.
I left her hotel at 5:45 am to get back to my side of town, which only took 20 minutes. I stopped by McDonald’s for some victory breakfast (2 egg & bacon McMuffin’s with orange juice) which is the first time I had been to a McDonald’s in years, and then got a little sleep at my place. Later that day Stargirl texted me “You wore me out. And the night before I have to be on my feet for 7 hours.” I sent a response of “I’ll have to come finish the job since you still have your ability to stand.” She sent a few laughing emoji’s and then said “Tuesday gives me time to recover.” So that Monday we both rested, and then on Tuesday, her last night in town, we met up an a beach side bar for a drink and to hear stories from the conference, before heading back to her hotel and then continuing the sex-o-thon.
The next morning, I again left at 5:45 am and had another victory breakfast from McDonald’s (it’s close, convenient and most importantly open at that time) and again got some sleep. A month and half later I wound up taking a trip up to San Fran with a friend of mine for a weekend, and I wound up meeting up with Stargirl again, but this time the sex-o-than took place at her house.
3. Persistence pays off. Since I was dealing with a time constraint, I made sure that at least 1 night was open for a meetup. Despite being thwarted 2 nights in a row, the 3rd night things worked out. Sometimes thing won’t work out the first or second time. But if you have a plan and keep at it, good things can happen.
2. If a girl’s about it, she’s about it. From the fact that when we met and began making out withing minutes to the fact that she hit me up every night she was in town, Stargirl was down. Always look at people’s actions and not their words, so if you’re getting “mixed signals,” then she’s not feeling you. As Rollo says, “the medium is the message.”
1. Egg McMuffins aren’t that bad. Cheers.