So pimp its scary
Master Don Juan
The question is unrelated to the post BTW.
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one week ago, Friday night:
I went to the club with one of my roommates, she's a 7, tiny girl 89 lbs. She always just goes to dance, nothing but dance... she doesn't even drink unless the guys are bringing them to her.
I had spent most of the evening approaching the attractive women, and for some reason was getting shot down continuously. It doesn't happen often, but sometimes it just doesnt work out right. Then, I lay my eyes on this beautiful brunette (HBB), sitting at a table with her friend, smoking. Then, just as quick as I saw her, she got up and went back to the dancefloor where she started grinding with my roommate.
Not wanting to ƒuck up a prime opportunity, I approach her friend and disarm her (which is amazingly easy with the way most guys approach women at the bar). Eventually, the hottie comes back to the table where we started talking, I mostly commented on how she must have been a raver at some point to dance that good. Things continued like that for what little of the night was left, when we went back to the dancefloor for the last couple songs...
There, a guy tried to hit on hotties friend to no avail, and the ƒucker pulled a knife on her, in the bar, calling her a slut and telling her to ƒuck off and all that shyt. Apparently, this is an almost regular occurance for these girls, but I tried to work it to my advantage. Then, once the music comes off, my roommate, and ride comes up to me and says, "get the girls number and lets go"... I reply, "One sec."
Without hesitation, my roommate goes up to this girl and says, "Are you going home with him or what?"... obviously the girl says no. Then, the girl comes up to me and says, "She asked if you were coming home with me tonight?"
ME: "WOAHH WOAH! Slow down for a second, I was going to ask for your phone number, but wow, you girls in this city sure try to get in the guys pants prettty quick."
her :"Oh, ok, I'll give you my number."
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This past FRIDAY
I had talked to the girl only twice, and only very briefly... hardly enough time to even make plans. So, friday rolled around again, and there was to be another stint at the bar.
That day, I had went clothes shopping, and bought myself a shirt with the caption
"The man ^"
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| The legend
V, and decided to wear it out to see what kind of reactions I would get.
Over the course of the night, I had four girls make comments and started a conversation. I made out with one of them, untill her bf walked in and took her away. Then, right at the end of the night, I see a girl on the dancefloor, I smile, she (HB18?) smiles back, and the slow song comes on. So, I ask her to dance.
We talked while we were dancing, and right after got her number even tho I had only got her name when she wrote it down.
Saturday
I went out to the same club for a glow party. I went to the dancefloor, and the people I came with, there I had girls watching me and my friend c-walking. Then, HB7.5 was watching me dance, so I eventually started talking to her.
Over the course of the night, we talked danced and drank, when all of a sudden my friend starts hitting on her HARD. Then she gave him her number... I said something I shouldn't have that displayed jealousy, when she stopped me and said "Woah, I not looking for a relationship, I'm looking to meet people, I just moved to the city."
"OMG, I'm so sorry, I'm jsut a little touchy on that subject because I busted my last roommate with a girl I was dating... in MY bedroom. (Only a slight exaggeration) Listen, I really do respect your honesty, if only more people would be straight up about shyte like that there would be alot less confusion"
She told me to call her, to get the number from my roommate.
Once we were leaving, in the car, we see our HB7.5. She invited us to go for breakfast at one of those greaseball joints that are open 24/7... my friend starts hitting on her in his usual style, "Ya, I'm going to meet you there, then I'm gonna do naughty things to you." (Not before me, I thought). Told her he would call in 30 minutes.
Once we drove off, I laced into my roommate a little bit, "Out of the 500 girls that are in that ƒucking club and you have to hit on the same girl that I was working on most of the night???"
"Whatever, I'm gonna tag her first, then you can have her..."
"You'd like to think so wouldn't you."
We get home, and he calls her. They talked for about 5 minutes before he told her that he would not make it to the restaurant, and then tried to make me sound pathetic "he's beggin to talk to you".
"I didn't even see that you were on the phone."
Then, I talked to her for about another 10 minutes and let her go.
SUNDAY
HB7.5 calls back, makes plans for myself and my roommate... forget to tell him about the plans, call back an hour before meeting her at her work to say that 'we' couldn't make it.
Wednesday
I tried calling HBB.... No answer
I tried calling HB18?.... No answer
I tried calling third less important prospect.
Within five minutes after, a roommate (out of 4) walks in... there's some lippy girl HBB on the phone for you, I think. I talked to her, and she thought that it was this stalker that was calling her from a different number to explain the freakout. Then she said she'd call me after her work to make plans for tonight)
About 10 minutes after that, HB18? calls, we talked for about 20-30 minutes, and made plans for tomorrow.
Then, the time where HBB was supposed to call back, the phone rings, and its HB7.5. She is chilling in a lounge at the mall and asks me to join her before she has to go for an interview. Naturally I accept.
On the way to meet her, my roommate that was hitting on her drives past. "Where you off to?"
"meeting a girl."
"Damn, your looking spiffy"
"It's the shoes (They are brand new k-swiss classics)"
I walk inside the lounge, and the bartender asks for ID... and for the first time EVER, it's not in my pocket!! Eventually, I had to use HB7.5's Id so that she would 'look the other way.' After that embarassment, we just talked over a couple drinks and she went to the interview.
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one week ago, Friday night:
I went to the club with one of my roommates, she's a 7, tiny girl 89 lbs. She always just goes to dance, nothing but dance... she doesn't even drink unless the guys are bringing them to her.
I had spent most of the evening approaching the attractive women, and for some reason was getting shot down continuously. It doesn't happen often, but sometimes it just doesnt work out right. Then, I lay my eyes on this beautiful brunette (HBB), sitting at a table with her friend, smoking. Then, just as quick as I saw her, she got up and went back to the dancefloor where she started grinding with my roommate.
Not wanting to ƒuck up a prime opportunity, I approach her friend and disarm her (which is amazingly easy with the way most guys approach women at the bar). Eventually, the hottie comes back to the table where we started talking, I mostly commented on how she must have been a raver at some point to dance that good. Things continued like that for what little of the night was left, when we went back to the dancefloor for the last couple songs...
There, a guy tried to hit on hotties friend to no avail, and the ƒucker pulled a knife on her, in the bar, calling her a slut and telling her to ƒuck off and all that shyt. Apparently, this is an almost regular occurance for these girls, but I tried to work it to my advantage. Then, once the music comes off, my roommate, and ride comes up to me and says, "get the girls number and lets go"... I reply, "One sec."
Without hesitation, my roommate goes up to this girl and says, "Are you going home with him or what?"... obviously the girl says no. Then, the girl comes up to me and says, "She asked if you were coming home with me tonight?"
ME: "WOAHH WOAH! Slow down for a second, I was going to ask for your phone number, but wow, you girls in this city sure try to get in the guys pants prettty quick."
her :"Oh, ok, I'll give you my number."
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This past FRIDAY
I had talked to the girl only twice, and only very briefly... hardly enough time to even make plans. So, friday rolled around again, and there was to be another stint at the bar.
That day, I had went clothes shopping, and bought myself a shirt with the caption
"The man ^"
|
| The legend
V, and decided to wear it out to see what kind of reactions I would get.
Over the course of the night, I had four girls make comments and started a conversation. I made out with one of them, untill her bf walked in and took her away. Then, right at the end of the night, I see a girl on the dancefloor, I smile, she (HB18?) smiles back, and the slow song comes on. So, I ask her to dance.
We talked while we were dancing, and right after got her number even tho I had only got her name when she wrote it down.
Saturday
I went out to the same club for a glow party. I went to the dancefloor, and the people I came with, there I had girls watching me and my friend c-walking. Then, HB7.5 was watching me dance, so I eventually started talking to her.
Over the course of the night, we talked danced and drank, when all of a sudden my friend starts hitting on her HARD. Then she gave him her number... I said something I shouldn't have that displayed jealousy, when she stopped me and said "Woah, I not looking for a relationship, I'm looking to meet people, I just moved to the city."
"OMG, I'm so sorry, I'm jsut a little touchy on that subject because I busted my last roommate with a girl I was dating... in MY bedroom. (Only a slight exaggeration) Listen, I really do respect your honesty, if only more people would be straight up about shyte like that there would be alot less confusion"
She told me to call her, to get the number from my roommate.
Once we were leaving, in the car, we see our HB7.5. She invited us to go for breakfast at one of those greaseball joints that are open 24/7... my friend starts hitting on her in his usual style, "Ya, I'm going to meet you there, then I'm gonna do naughty things to you." (Not before me, I thought). Told her he would call in 30 minutes.
Once we drove off, I laced into my roommate a little bit, "Out of the 500 girls that are in that ƒucking club and you have to hit on the same girl that I was working on most of the night???"
"Whatever, I'm gonna tag her first, then you can have her..."
"You'd like to think so wouldn't you."
We get home, and he calls her. They talked for about 5 minutes before he told her that he would not make it to the restaurant, and then tried to make me sound pathetic "he's beggin to talk to you".
"I didn't even see that you were on the phone."
Then, I talked to her for about another 10 minutes and let her go.
SUNDAY
HB7.5 calls back, makes plans for myself and my roommate... forget to tell him about the plans, call back an hour before meeting her at her work to say that 'we' couldn't make it.
Wednesday
I tried calling HBB.... No answer
I tried calling HB18?.... No answer
I tried calling third less important prospect.
Within five minutes after, a roommate (out of 4) walks in... there's some lippy girl HBB on the phone for you, I think. I talked to her, and she thought that it was this stalker that was calling her from a different number to explain the freakout. Then she said she'd call me after her work to make plans for tonight)
About 10 minutes after that, HB18? calls, we talked for about 20-30 minutes, and made plans for tomorrow.
Then, the time where HBB was supposed to call back, the phone rings, and its HB7.5. She is chilling in a lounge at the mall and asks me to join her before she has to go for an interview. Naturally I accept.
On the way to meet her, my roommate that was hitting on her drives past. "Where you off to?"
"meeting a girl."
"Damn, your looking spiffy"
"It's the shoes (They are brand new k-swiss classics)"
I walk inside the lounge, and the bartender asks for ID... and for the first time EVER, it's not in my pocket!! Eventually, I had to use HB7.5's Id so that she would 'look the other way.' After that embarassment, we just talked over a couple drinks and she went to the interview.
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