Finding someone to bun up with in this town is hard work and stressful. For close to three weeks I was trying to juggle up to five different women. On top of stressful, you can also include expensive as hell. When it came down to it, three made the final cut and stood out for one reason or another in what I was looking for in terms of bun material.

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It started on the 12th floor of our building eight months ago. She had short red hair that barely went to the middle of her neck. She was extremely pale and her face was odd. Her style was exceptional and her ass was fabulous. Sometimes I’d walk around the corner just in time to follow her, she knew I was checking her out. The break room was right in front of her office. I found myself going there at least four times a day to catch a glimpse of her. I’d often catch her looking up at me from her computer. One day I heard her working furiously on a proposal. Thinking of a line I walked into her office and asked her if she could type any louder. From there I’d stop in once or twice a week, usually to see how each others weekend went. Then it moved to e mail exchanges. Our conversation was filled with flirtation and snark. Both of our teams were moved to the seventh floor because of renovations. By now we were talking/ flirting regularly. She usually worked out twice a day, five times a week, had a disciplined diet, preferred dive bars and pubs to clubs, and went out maybe once a week. At 30 she’d had been with company for seven years, she recently put in her two weeks and invited my coworker and I for a happy hour in Arlington. Up until then I hadn’t hung out with her out side of the office.

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I randomly met up with friends on a Thursday to start celebrating my birthday. We started in Tyson’s and ended up at Carpool in Arlington. After more shot’s and more Jack we headed to Mr. Days. The place was dead but while ordering drinks I noticed this short haired platinum blond, sitting by herself, looking straight at me and smiling. She had a tattoo on her right bicep. I didn’t even think twice but I walked straight over to her and asked her how she’s doing. She responded and told me she’s seen me at my gym working out and wondered if I was a personal trainer since I’m there so much. She smiled and we flirted till her girlfriend returned with their drinks. I was introduced and eventually I asked for her phone number so we could hang out again. I called her on Tuesday and she picked up on the second ring. I can’t remember the last time that actually happened (a girl picking up her phone the first time you call her) that I almost forgot what I was going to say. After some small conversation we made plans for sushi that Thursday. As soon as I walked in to the restaurant I was greeted with a huge smile and before I could say anything she told me I looked handsome and smelled amazing. Our conversation was smooth, filled with laughter, and flirtation. I found out she was half Lebanese, spoke Arabic and Spanish. Beside the one on her arm she had another tattoo on her back and one on her foot. She had just finishing getting over a two year relationship (March) with a live in boyfriend and at 27 she had worked her way up to a manager running different teams for a consulting firm specializing in linguistics. Honestly, I was extremely impressed her hustle. I had two drinks with dinner she only had one. When the bill came she sincerely offered to split it, but I insisted on paying. We walked to the corner, hugged goodbye, I went in for a kiss and she turned and gave me the cheek (dagger). I thought I had misread the vibe. By the time I got home she sent me a text saying: Thank you for the first date, I was nervous but had a great time, I can’t wait to see you again.

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The Friday after I first met (SGHO) I found myself bar hopping with my wingman through Adams Morgan. Eventually at our last location, I walked past two women speaking in a language I thought was familiar. I stopped on a dime, interrupted their conversation and asked if they were Russian. They both shot me a dismissive look and the bitchier one asked, “Yes, what of it”, typical Russian girl hostility. I didn’t let it phase me. I told them that I spent some time with a Russian girl and asked them their opinion on certain matters. Once they knew I had experience with their type they stopped fronting and decided I was worthy of talking to them. I stiff armed the bitchy one out of the conversation and focused on the taller one with big lips and big boobs. I number closed and got out. Before our first date the following Friday the day after my first date with (SGHO), the Russian Duck would randomly text me during work asking how my day was going and sounded excited about hanging out with me. Eventually we met up for some bar hopping in Old Town Alexandria. She looked older than 31 and constantly smoked. She made it a point to mention she hated working out and hoped I wouldn’t expect her to. She said she just got out of a long term relationship and I told her there seems to be a lot of that going around. She told me it took her a long time to get used to someone and she liked to go “really slow”. She didn’t understand how people could just sleep with someone because it was the third date. We talked about her growing up during communism. What I liked about her is the fact that she was low maintenance. She didn’t care much for fancy dinners or tables in a club; she was all about the company and conversation when out on dates. She owned her own house and didn’t need a man to take care of her. She made plans about us hanging out in the future and where we’d go. I just laid back and plaid it cool. We went on a few more dates and at the end I’d barely get a hug from her. Even though she had a pension for dressing slutty when we went out, always showing off cleavage, miniskirts, I liked the fact that she texted or called randomly every couple of days. Still something didn’t feel right about her…

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