Entropy4
Don Juan
I love it when stuff like this happens, when you get in a situation with a girl who knows what she's doing and she actually starts gaming you. I love experiencing the dynamic from the other end of the transaction. Gives you a good idea of how this stuff works.
So my main wing picked up this girl about a month ago and was banging her for awhile, but she was high maintenance so he ditched her. I met her and HBFriend, who is an 8, briefly. I ran some game on HBFriend, and at the time she seemed semi-attracted, but we had to bounce, so nothing really came of it.
Second time I see her, we go to a bar/club to meet the same girls. At this point my wing had had enough with his girl and was giving her a last ditch effort. We show up and his girl is immediately being a *****. HBFriend either doesn't remember me or pretends not to -- I don't really care. I was tired that night and not in much of a social mood. These girls were dancing by themselves on ane empty floor (it was still early, like 9:30), and these three AFC's were hovering over them constantly. These guys really were chodes -- imagine the nerdiest white guys you can think of trying to dance with an HB9 and HB8 on an empty dance floor to like Ludacris. Of course the girls kept pawning these guys to make us jealous, which my wing and I, being high value males, don't stand for... ever. We decide to leave.
Right before we leave, HBFriend is dancing alone. I walk up and start grinding behind her. She turns around and gives me a look like "what the hell are you doing?" and steps away. So I spank her on the ass real hard and pull her back to me. She pulls away again and looks at me with mix of horror/surprise. Whatever, I'm outta here.
Before we leave, HBFriend runs up and tries to convince us to stay. First she says that my wing's girl wants him to stay. He says no, he's done with her. Then all the sudden she puts her arms around me and says, "I don't want you to leave." I tell her bros over hos. I honestly thought she was playing me so I'd get my wing to stay for her girl. She had shown me no interest, and suddenly she's like wrapped around me. Girls like this are usually teases. And like I said, I wasn't in a great mood that night either, so I tell her to get off me so I can leave.
I didn't think about this chick at all for like a week or two. She's hot. She's ****able. But her attitude didn't impress me and she's only an 8. I can pull 8's pretty consistently now, so she's not that special in my eyes.
Well, it turns out she was for real. About a week later, my wing tells me that she won't leave him alone for my number. In his words, "I don't know what the hell you did to her, but this girl is borderline obsessed." He showed me multiple texts from her asking about me, etc. So I told him to give my number to her.
She called a few days later. I was busy studying so I didn't hear my phone. She left no voicemail. The next night, I go out and call her back. She doesn't pick up. I leave an absolutely ridiculous voicemail:
"Hey HBFriend, this is Entropy4, Wing's friend. I want to *** on your face."
This is something that is completely unconventional that I must admit, even I was hesitant to do. My wing (a natural) leaves voicemails like this all the time, especially with girls he knows want his nuts BAD. He encouraged me to say something completely obscene, and considering how often it's worked for him, I gave it a shot.
The next day, at about 12:30, she calls me... absolutely ****ing furious. "You think you can just say things like that to girls you don't know? What the hell is wrong with you? You're such an *******." etc. etc. The whole thing seemed forced to me, and honestly, I thought it was kind of funny. I laughed it up and continued to prod her:
Me: "Aww, did I offend your moral sensibilities, princess?" -- She's not finding it funny.
HB: "Next time you leave a message, at least make it polite!"
Me: "Who says there's going to be a next time?"
HB: "FINE! There won't be. I hope there isn't."
Me: "Okay."
*silence*
HB: "Fine, bye."
*click*
The important thing to note here is I genuinely didn't care at this point. In the two times I met her, she had only shown me decent looks and a questionable personality. Out of apathy, I left a ****head voicemail (although it was pretty damn funny at the time), to which she threw a ****ing fit over. Whatever...
She calls back an hour later.
HB: "I'm sorry I got so mad earlier. And I'm sorry I didn't call back last night either. Where did you guys go?"
Talk about a complete 180! Apology accepted. We fluff about the bars I went to. I tell a quick story of a crazy thing that happened with my buddies the other night.
HB: "Wow, you guys are crazy. You sound like a lot of fun to hang out with."
Me: "Eh, we just do stupid **** sometimes."
HB: "I want to come out with you guys next time. I'll bring a friend for (wing)."
Me: "We could probably make that happen."
Still, I'm kind of indifferent about the whole thing. I'm actually eating a burrito and chewing into the phone during this conversation. Although I am impressed she called to apologize and figure I'll go out with her at some point. But what she did next really caught me off guard.
HB: "Hey, what city do you live in?"
Me: "What city do you think?" (hoop theory)
HB: "I don't know."
Me: "It's the most obvious guess."
HB: "Boston?"
Me: "Bingo."
HB: "How old are you?"
Me: "What is this, a ****ing job interview?"
HB: "No, it's a legitimate question."
Me: "I'm 23."
HB: "Oh, wow."
Me: "You're robbing the cradle HBFriend."
HB: "Yeah, I am."
*NOTE: Here she starts qualifying me with a routine of her own!*
Me: "I hate to interrupt your game of 20 questions--"
HB: "No, I have two more."
Me: "Are you kidding me?"
HB: "No, you have to answer. I ask everyone these."
Me: "Sure you do." (sarcastically)
HB: "If you were stuck on a desert island and could take three things, what would they be? And you can't take a person."
Me: "No people?"
HB: "Nope."
Me: "Well, I guess Adriana Lima is out... so maybe a crate full of porn. I'm going to get pretty damn lonely."
HB: "OK, what else?"
Me: "Definitely a guitar."
HB: "Ooh... nice."
(at this point I realize what she's doing -- she's qualifying me with a routine! WTF?)
Me: "And the last thing?" (pause) "Well **** it, a boat, so I could go home."
HB: "Ooh, you're a smart one! I'm glad you said that."
(I'm totally getting gamed by her. I don't try to fight it though, because in essence, this is the ultimate IOI.)
HB: "One more. What's the first thing you do after you go to the bathroom in the morning?"
Me: "OK, I've answered plenty of questions."
HB: "No, you have to answer this last one."
Me: "You answer it first."
HB: "No, you can ask me your own questions when I'm done." (Great response. Notice how she refuses to give up the frame.)
Me: "I guess I brush my teeth."
HB: "Oh, gross, I wash my hands."
Me: (laughs)
So I wrap up the conversation with some bull**** about having to go.
HB: "OK. Call me the next time you want to go out."
Me: "Sure. And if you don't pick up, I'll leave another charming voicemail."
HB: "Oh no!"
Me: "But I have a feeling you're going to be sure and pick up."
HB: "I am."
Me: "Glad to hear it."
HB: "Talk to you soon!"
The amazing thing about this is about an hour later, I couldn't WAIT to see this girl. The qualifying she made me do really built attraction in me. I can't believe it really. First couple times I met her, I was underwhelmed. After her first phone call, I was annoyed and didn't really want to talk to her again. Now I'm trying to decide when and where I'm going to go out with her.
This girl was texting me every two hours or so for the next two days, constantly referring to me as "hottie" and "cutey." I continued to bust on her and did false takeaways by only answering about half of her texts. I was also being OVERTLY sexual with this girl, telling her I was going to do nasty things to her, etc. Finally Saturday we had this exchange:
Me: "What are you doing tomorrow night?"
HB: "I have a job interview, but after that nothing."
Me: "Drinks and sex?"
(10 minutes before reply)
HB: "Drinks and fellatio."
Me: "I guess that will do."
So the next day, she's texting me constantly saying stuff like, "So where are we going?" "When should I meet you?" "What's the plan?" etc. She's obviously anxious/excited. I simply texted her "I'll call you at eight."
I call her and we agree on a bar to meet at. She ends up taking FOREVER and getting lost a couple times. I'm standing out front of the bar for 20 minutes getting calls from her every 2 minutes for directions. The door man was this big black dude who I've seen around before and has a pretty good sense of humor. I tell him:
Me: "This girl better be ****ing awesome considering how long I've been waiting for her."
Him: "Oh no, don't tell me it's a blind date."
Me: "No, I've met her before. She's hot. I just hope she doesn't give me a lot of bull****. I'm missing the football game."
Him: "How long you been waiting?"
Me: "Over 20 minutes now."
Him: "Damn, she better be fine."
Just then she comes walking down the street and the door man is like, "Oh **** bro, props... mad props." As we show him our ID's he gets a good look at her and turns to me, "I might not let you in now!" We laugh. This is nice as she can sense that she's the subject of an inside joke between us. She asks "What have you two been talking about?" but we don't answer. He tops it off by telling her, "If this guy doesn't work out, you give me a call, honey." Beautiful.
So my main wing picked up this girl about a month ago and was banging her for awhile, but she was high maintenance so he ditched her. I met her and HBFriend, who is an 8, briefly. I ran some game on HBFriend, and at the time she seemed semi-attracted, but we had to bounce, so nothing really came of it.
Second time I see her, we go to a bar/club to meet the same girls. At this point my wing had had enough with his girl and was giving her a last ditch effort. We show up and his girl is immediately being a *****. HBFriend either doesn't remember me or pretends not to -- I don't really care. I was tired that night and not in much of a social mood. These girls were dancing by themselves on ane empty floor (it was still early, like 9:30), and these three AFC's were hovering over them constantly. These guys really were chodes -- imagine the nerdiest white guys you can think of trying to dance with an HB9 and HB8 on an empty dance floor to like Ludacris. Of course the girls kept pawning these guys to make us jealous, which my wing and I, being high value males, don't stand for... ever. We decide to leave.
Right before we leave, HBFriend is dancing alone. I walk up and start grinding behind her. She turns around and gives me a look like "what the hell are you doing?" and steps away. So I spank her on the ass real hard and pull her back to me. She pulls away again and looks at me with mix of horror/surprise. Whatever, I'm outta here.
Before we leave, HBFriend runs up and tries to convince us to stay. First she says that my wing's girl wants him to stay. He says no, he's done with her. Then all the sudden she puts her arms around me and says, "I don't want you to leave." I tell her bros over hos. I honestly thought she was playing me so I'd get my wing to stay for her girl. She had shown me no interest, and suddenly she's like wrapped around me. Girls like this are usually teases. And like I said, I wasn't in a great mood that night either, so I tell her to get off me so I can leave.
I didn't think about this chick at all for like a week or two. She's hot. She's ****able. But her attitude didn't impress me and she's only an 8. I can pull 8's pretty consistently now, so she's not that special in my eyes.
Well, it turns out she was for real. About a week later, my wing tells me that she won't leave him alone for my number. In his words, "I don't know what the hell you did to her, but this girl is borderline obsessed." He showed me multiple texts from her asking about me, etc. So I told him to give my number to her.
She called a few days later. I was busy studying so I didn't hear my phone. She left no voicemail. The next night, I go out and call her back. She doesn't pick up. I leave an absolutely ridiculous voicemail:
"Hey HBFriend, this is Entropy4, Wing's friend. I want to *** on your face."
This is something that is completely unconventional that I must admit, even I was hesitant to do. My wing (a natural) leaves voicemails like this all the time, especially with girls he knows want his nuts BAD. He encouraged me to say something completely obscene, and considering how often it's worked for him, I gave it a shot.
The next day, at about 12:30, she calls me... absolutely ****ing furious. "You think you can just say things like that to girls you don't know? What the hell is wrong with you? You're such an *******." etc. etc. The whole thing seemed forced to me, and honestly, I thought it was kind of funny. I laughed it up and continued to prod her:
Me: "Aww, did I offend your moral sensibilities, princess?" -- She's not finding it funny.
HB: "Next time you leave a message, at least make it polite!"
Me: "Who says there's going to be a next time?"
HB: "FINE! There won't be. I hope there isn't."
Me: "Okay."
*silence*
HB: "Fine, bye."
*click*
The important thing to note here is I genuinely didn't care at this point. In the two times I met her, she had only shown me decent looks and a questionable personality. Out of apathy, I left a ****head voicemail (although it was pretty damn funny at the time), to which she threw a ****ing fit over. Whatever...
She calls back an hour later.
HB: "I'm sorry I got so mad earlier. And I'm sorry I didn't call back last night either. Where did you guys go?"
Talk about a complete 180! Apology accepted. We fluff about the bars I went to. I tell a quick story of a crazy thing that happened with my buddies the other night.
HB: "Wow, you guys are crazy. You sound like a lot of fun to hang out with."
Me: "Eh, we just do stupid **** sometimes."
HB: "I want to come out with you guys next time. I'll bring a friend for (wing)."
Me: "We could probably make that happen."
Still, I'm kind of indifferent about the whole thing. I'm actually eating a burrito and chewing into the phone during this conversation. Although I am impressed she called to apologize and figure I'll go out with her at some point. But what she did next really caught me off guard.
HB: "Hey, what city do you live in?"
Me: "What city do you think?" (hoop theory)
HB: "I don't know."
Me: "It's the most obvious guess."
HB: "Boston?"
Me: "Bingo."
HB: "How old are you?"
Me: "What is this, a ****ing job interview?"
HB: "No, it's a legitimate question."
Me: "I'm 23."
HB: "Oh, wow."
Me: "You're robbing the cradle HBFriend."
HB: "Yeah, I am."
*NOTE: Here she starts qualifying me with a routine of her own!*
Me: "I hate to interrupt your game of 20 questions--"
HB: "No, I have two more."
Me: "Are you kidding me?"
HB: "No, you have to answer. I ask everyone these."
Me: "Sure you do." (sarcastically)
HB: "If you were stuck on a desert island and could take three things, what would they be? And you can't take a person."
Me: "No people?"
HB: "Nope."
Me: "Well, I guess Adriana Lima is out... so maybe a crate full of porn. I'm going to get pretty damn lonely."
HB: "OK, what else?"
Me: "Definitely a guitar."
HB: "Ooh... nice."
(at this point I realize what she's doing -- she's qualifying me with a routine! WTF?)
Me: "And the last thing?" (pause) "Well **** it, a boat, so I could go home."
HB: "Ooh, you're a smart one! I'm glad you said that."
(I'm totally getting gamed by her. I don't try to fight it though, because in essence, this is the ultimate IOI.)
HB: "One more. What's the first thing you do after you go to the bathroom in the morning?"
Me: "OK, I've answered plenty of questions."
HB: "No, you have to answer this last one."
Me: "You answer it first."
HB: "No, you can ask me your own questions when I'm done." (Great response. Notice how she refuses to give up the frame.)
Me: "I guess I brush my teeth."
HB: "Oh, gross, I wash my hands."
Me: (laughs)
So I wrap up the conversation with some bull**** about having to go.
HB: "OK. Call me the next time you want to go out."
Me: "Sure. And if you don't pick up, I'll leave another charming voicemail."
HB: "Oh no!"
Me: "But I have a feeling you're going to be sure and pick up."
HB: "I am."
Me: "Glad to hear it."
HB: "Talk to you soon!"
The amazing thing about this is about an hour later, I couldn't WAIT to see this girl. The qualifying she made me do really built attraction in me. I can't believe it really. First couple times I met her, I was underwhelmed. After her first phone call, I was annoyed and didn't really want to talk to her again. Now I'm trying to decide when and where I'm going to go out with her.
This girl was texting me every two hours or so for the next two days, constantly referring to me as "hottie" and "cutey." I continued to bust on her and did false takeaways by only answering about half of her texts. I was also being OVERTLY sexual with this girl, telling her I was going to do nasty things to her, etc. Finally Saturday we had this exchange:
Me: "What are you doing tomorrow night?"
HB: "I have a job interview, but after that nothing."
Me: "Drinks and sex?"
(10 minutes before reply)
HB: "Drinks and fellatio."
Me: "I guess that will do."
So the next day, she's texting me constantly saying stuff like, "So where are we going?" "When should I meet you?" "What's the plan?" etc. She's obviously anxious/excited. I simply texted her "I'll call you at eight."
I call her and we agree on a bar to meet at. She ends up taking FOREVER and getting lost a couple times. I'm standing out front of the bar for 20 minutes getting calls from her every 2 minutes for directions. The door man was this big black dude who I've seen around before and has a pretty good sense of humor. I tell him:
Me: "This girl better be ****ing awesome considering how long I've been waiting for her."
Him: "Oh no, don't tell me it's a blind date."
Me: "No, I've met her before. She's hot. I just hope she doesn't give me a lot of bull****. I'm missing the football game."
Him: "How long you been waiting?"
Me: "Over 20 minutes now."
Him: "Damn, she better be fine."
Just then she comes walking down the street and the door man is like, "Oh **** bro, props... mad props." As we show him our ID's he gets a good look at her and turns to me, "I might not let you in now!" We laugh. This is nice as she can sense that she's the subject of an inside joke between us. She asks "What have you two been talking about?" but we don't answer. He tops it off by telling her, "If this guy doesn't work out, you give me a call, honey." Beautiful.
