Hi Vaginarium, first time poster I went to a party this weekend with a couple of coworkers from the local swim team. It was a funny sorta shin dig since the majority of the coaches are in their 30s and a few of them have already started families while I'm just a kid holding an in between job after college. It was fun though because they sorta looked to me to remember how to party and I jovially obliged. While I was only at the party for what was planned to be a short time, I still had fun doin my thing, workin the crowd as usual. It was a good time though I didn't think I'd be running into any girls I'd be interested in (30 year olds aren't my usual deal)... The hostess of the party had a friend over that she used to swim with a couple of years back in college. As it turns out she knows how to party as well as she knows how to swim; she's currently a top prospect for the 2008 US Olympic team. I have a soft spot and a hard one for girls that know how to use their bodies so that was a good start. She also was a pretty damn good conversationalist and quite cute to boot. Add to that a heavy dose of the hostess trying to play matchmaker ("you two should go use the guest room, there are condoms in the bedstand!") and things were pretty much a lock. Unfortunately, I had already made plans for a second party that night so I regrettably left the party early, but not before getting her number (which I promptly forgot to save and, miraculously, remembered half an hour later) and sneaking a few kisses. After a while at the 2nd party and a bout of text messaging with the swim babe I managed to make my way back to the original party where people were still up and going. After much ado we found ourselves out at my car making out and feeling each other up, dodging random guests on their way out and generally feeling like we were back in high school again. Finally we get into the tiny cab of my '99 Tacoma and get down to business. Luckily I had a few trusty magnums and she had her riding pants on. GODDAMN, swimmers are the best, even in tight situations. I think my truck needs its suspension fixed... Anyway, I guess this is the main reason I decided to post this at all... afterwards. I've had my fair share of one night stands and they have been rather various. For the most part they've never been much more than a re-enforcement of my sexual prowess but this certainly wasn't the case. It just wasn't hard to be around this girl afterward. I didn't feel any of the pangs of guilt, I wasn't looking for any excuses to get away from her and I didn't feel any of the post-coital anti-touch-ness. I wanted to go again, wanted to take her back with me and just cuddle with her. So, oh wise Vaginarium, how do I approach this situation from here on out? She lives in LA, works 2 jobs and is a "professional" swimmer. I'm moving from SD to SF on fri (possibly making a pit stop in LA on the way up) and would really like to maintain contact with this girl. I know this isn't like deciding when to call a girl after getting her number so I have the best chances of getting laid, but do I just consider this a more fulfilling one night stand than the rest or should I try to make more of this? If I'm going to try, how do I not come off as some clingy guy or maybe some total creeper? Cliffs: boy meets girl, boy nails girl in his car, boy likes girl, how does he keep nailing girl?