cactus3178
Senior Don Juan
FR: Friday night, 08.20.04: A little late, I know 
Me and a couple buds hit the pub at around 10pm and met up with a few more friends, bringing the total to 6. Bar was hoppin' for a Friday (Saturday is usually they're super busy night), and HB's everywhere as the bar had a better than usuall band playing, some dudes I've never heard of.
My ex was in Idaho, thank God, so I knew I wouldn't have to deal with bumping into her punk ass (haven't spoken to her in a week which is unprecedented for me....rAFC), so this fact put me in that much better of a mood.
My buddies, knowing that I finally got off my ass and moved on, started razzing me about needing some fresh poontang. So I figured I'd better get to work. Now keep in mind that I haven't done any PU's in a few years, so I thought I ws a bit out of practice......lucky for me, I was wrong.
I saw a group of HB's in the 7-8 range come in the door (we had a table near the door), and made sure to say hi and get some recognition right off the bat. One of the group, an HB8, had a Jagermeister shirt on and it just so happens that I love that stuff. We'll call her HB-Jager from now on....anyhow, I chilled with my buds for about 15-20 minutes, got up to take a leak and one of my bros, an unofficial wing for the night, got up to grab a pack of smokes. When I came out a few minutes later, he was chatting up HB-Jager.
When he saw me come out, he pointed at me and they both smiled. I smiled back and walked back to my table to grab another beer, and go see what was up. I poured a beer, and when I turned around, HB-Jager had a shot of the yummy stuff for me, and said "So.....I hear your a big fan of the Jag", pointing to her shirt that had JAGERMEISTER printed exactly across her boobs. I sad "Yeah, I really love that stuff, it's delicious". We took a shot together and started BSing.
She sat at the table with us guys and one of my buddies g/f's, and eventually her whole crew came over as well, so we had 12-13 people at a table designed for 8. HB-Jager decided this problem could be fixed by sitting on my lap to free up a space for one of her friends, and I didn't take exception to that kind of selfless action. I pulled a little C/F, lots of solid EC, and made her laugh her ass off with my retarded jokes. Very solid and I actually couldn't believe how cool I was playing it....been out of practice a long time, heh.
We sat there taking shots and drinking beer until last call at 2am, and the whole time I've got my buddies telling stories about me and generally making me sound like a badass. God, I love my friends.
The bar was getting ready to close, and we needed a game plan. A friend of mine suggested we all go back to his place for an after party type thing, and to the ladies agreed. Golden.
We got back to his house and sat around playing a drinking game called Four Kings (real fun game, btw, you can find the rough set of rule here: http://www.brewthis.com/Games/37598.html ). Everybody was getting fairly trashed, and I suggested to HB-Jager that we should go watch a movie in the other room....kept the movie pretty light....Super Troopers, which coincidently is one of my favs and one of hers as well.
We got about 10 minutes into the movie and we she said "You know, your pretty cool, I never meet guys like you". I didn't say a God damn word, but instead I kissed her on the lips and said "I know.....your not too bad yourself". Got a laugh out of that, and a pretty heavy make out session. She stood up and said "I'll be back in two seconds". I said "Okay", and when she came back, she said "Um...they're pretty busy in there playing cards....I don't think anybody's coming back here for a while...".
So before this story gets any longer, I'll wrap it up: Spent the rest of my night f*cking the hell out of HB-Jager on my buddy'e slippery ass leather couch....until a little after 6:30am, actually, and when we finaly wrapped it up and went back to the living room, everybody was passed out on couches and chairs. She helped me make breakfast for everyone, and coffee.
Got the digits, and I'm set to see her again this Saturday. Honestly, this is the first time in my life I got the digits AFTER I got the poon.
So I guess everything worked out great. I'm not sure every time will go so well, but it sure as hell helps to get off to such a good start.
Thanks to SoSuave for the pointers....I think at least on a subconcious level, I've made some improvement.
Me and a couple buds hit the pub at around 10pm and met up with a few more friends, bringing the total to 6. Bar was hoppin' for a Friday (Saturday is usually they're super busy night), and HB's everywhere as the bar had a better than usuall band playing, some dudes I've never heard of.
My ex was in Idaho, thank God, so I knew I wouldn't have to deal with bumping into her punk ass (haven't spoken to her in a week which is unprecedented for me....rAFC), so this fact put me in that much better of a mood.
My buddies, knowing that I finally got off my ass and moved on, started razzing me about needing some fresh poontang. So I figured I'd better get to work. Now keep in mind that I haven't done any PU's in a few years, so I thought I ws a bit out of practice......lucky for me, I was wrong.
I saw a group of HB's in the 7-8 range come in the door (we had a table near the door), and made sure to say hi and get some recognition right off the bat. One of the group, an HB8, had a Jagermeister shirt on and it just so happens that I love that stuff. We'll call her HB-Jager from now on....anyhow, I chilled with my buds for about 15-20 minutes, got up to take a leak and one of my bros, an unofficial wing for the night, got up to grab a pack of smokes. When I came out a few minutes later, he was chatting up HB-Jager.
When he saw me come out, he pointed at me and they both smiled. I smiled back and walked back to my table to grab another beer, and go see what was up. I poured a beer, and when I turned around, HB-Jager had a shot of the yummy stuff for me, and said "So.....I hear your a big fan of the Jag", pointing to her shirt that had JAGERMEISTER printed exactly across her boobs. I sad "Yeah, I really love that stuff, it's delicious". We took a shot together and started BSing.
She sat at the table with us guys and one of my buddies g/f's, and eventually her whole crew came over as well, so we had 12-13 people at a table designed for 8. HB-Jager decided this problem could be fixed by sitting on my lap to free up a space for one of her friends, and I didn't take exception to that kind of selfless action. I pulled a little C/F, lots of solid EC, and made her laugh her ass off with my retarded jokes. Very solid and I actually couldn't believe how cool I was playing it....been out of practice a long time, heh.
We sat there taking shots and drinking beer until last call at 2am, and the whole time I've got my buddies telling stories about me and generally making me sound like a badass. God, I love my friends.
The bar was getting ready to close, and we needed a game plan. A friend of mine suggested we all go back to his place for an after party type thing, and to the ladies agreed. Golden.
We got back to his house and sat around playing a drinking game called Four Kings (real fun game, btw, you can find the rough set of rule here: http://www.brewthis.com/Games/37598.html ). Everybody was getting fairly trashed, and I suggested to HB-Jager that we should go watch a movie in the other room....kept the movie pretty light....Super Troopers, which coincidently is one of my favs and one of hers as well.
We got about 10 minutes into the movie and we she said "You know, your pretty cool, I never meet guys like you". I didn't say a God damn word, but instead I kissed her on the lips and said "I know.....your not too bad yourself". Got a laugh out of that, and a pretty heavy make out session. She stood up and said "I'll be back in two seconds". I said "Okay", and when she came back, she said "Um...they're pretty busy in there playing cards....I don't think anybody's coming back here for a while...".
So before this story gets any longer, I'll wrap it up: Spent the rest of my night f*cking the hell out of HB-Jager on my buddy'e slippery ass leather couch....until a little after 6:30am, actually, and when we finaly wrapped it up and went back to the living room, everybody was passed out on couches and chairs. She helped me make breakfast for everyone, and coffee.
Got the digits, and I'm set to see her again this Saturday. Honestly, this is the first time in my life I got the digits AFTER I got the poon.
So I guess everything worked out great. I'm not sure every time will go so well, but it sure as hell helps to get off to such a good start.
Thanks to SoSuave for the pointers....I think at least on a subconcious level, I've made some improvement.