Let me preface this by saying that I’m no prince charming, but even I have limits. I met Dariella one night after a show at Madam Wong’s West in Santa Monica, and she seemed interesting and metal. Naturally I wanted to see her again.
The First Date:
I found out she doesn’t drive, which isn’t a problem. I also found out that she lived down in Long Beach, not great, but I wanted to spend time with her so I took the drive to pick her up. When I arrived I also found out she lived with her parents, and was unemployed, again, see seemed great so I decided it wasn’t a big deal. We went to one of the local haunts to get some food and get to know one another better. That’s when I found out she was a part time Dom in a local dungeon. Okay to each their own, people have different tastes. Everything else during the date went smoothly. She was hot and exotic. The night ended and I drove her home.
The Second Date:
She wanted to go to this great bar that she knew about. I was all for it, something new. It turned out to be a really seedy dive bar. It was like something out of a movie. Everybody knew her, and she even had some family there. She proceeded to get wasted while I took in the sights and got to know the people. There was an old Hell’s Angel that told me about his youth, and how he was the king of the skating rink back in the day. I got to see a midget line dance to Copper Head Road. My date ran into a friend she’d met in county lockup. (Nice) All in all, it wasn’t too bad. I really enjoyed the place more than spending time with her though. She ran up a HUGE bar tab while we were there and expected me to pay which wasn’t really cool.
The Third Date:
Back to the bar! This time I brought the guys from the band and a few of my friends along. Everyone loved the place. Crazy group of people that looked like, rockers, punks, goths, hookers, bikers, and hippies. It was nuts. But things took an odd turn on the way to the van to drop off my date and her cousin. Her cousin stops and makes a comment about having just about the right amount of people for an orgy. My date replied that it wouldn’t be the first time. What did her cousin think she did at all those parties she went to? The level of crazy just went way up. Her cousin was smokin’ hot too, so we went back in the bar and put it to the group. Everybody was down, so off we went back to somebody’s house.
Sadly, phicklephilly is a dating blog, not a sex blog so I can’t go into all of the details of the orgy back at her cousin’s house. But it was insane and my first one!
Here’s and excerpt of a conversation I later had with my buddy, bassist, Frank.
Me: “That shit was crazy, right?”
Frank: “Fuck sake, mate. Remember the one I was with?”
Me: “Dariella’s hot cousin or that chick with that Bow Wow Wow Mohawk?”
Frank: “After I gave it to her she said she’d been smoking meth with her boyfriend earlier that day.”
Me: “That’s fucked up.”
Frank: “And she said how she hoped she wasn’t pregnant!”
Me: “By you or her boyfriend?”
Frank: Fuck sake, I wore a sweater with her, thank fuck!” (condom) But that’s not the worst part.”
Frank: “She stole like $80 out of my wallet!”
Me: “I told you that chick was a hooker!”
Sadly, that was the last time I went out with Dariella. I think the band was all to weirded out by what had happened.
I miss that bar though.
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