This past Saturday, I got together with my close group of friends to watch the UFC fight (nothing made me happier than seeing Barao get knocked out by the white guy, and nothing made me sadder to watch Hendo get dominated). We watch the fight at my friend's apartment, as per usual. Whenever we get together, we don't just drink, we pour vodka from the bottle into our mouths, so needless to say, we get trashed. Ended up shooting me in the foot because we decided to go out after the fight...
We decided to party in the North Park area of San Diego, super hipsterville. We started at this dive... a few blocks away from my boy's apartment and ordered a round of drinks. Saw a prospect (HB7.5, Latina, short, petite, pretty, from out of town) at the bar with her friend and immediately commandeer one of my friends to be my appointed wingman (there were 5 of us, and I'm pretty much the alpha of the group, the other guys aren't too interested in pickup and usually follow my lead). We open them, get past introductions, and I isolate mine to the dance floor, leaving my friend with his at the table. I built an amazing amount of rapport in a short time on the dance floor. I had her laughing the whole time, lots of contact/grinding, lots of physical chemistry, and got my first kiss in before we left. We couldn't have been at that bar much longer than 20 or 30 minutes by the time me and my wingman decided to change venue.
We hit the next bar, which is more like a dance club, and pretty much danced the night away. It was at this point that I pretty much knew it was going to be a f*ck close. I asked about her plans after, she basically let me know that she was open to whatever the night brings...
So everything was going great up to that point. Until my friend disappeared and left his hunny hangin'. I made the best out of it by dancing nasty with both of them at the same time. Considered pushing for a threesome, but only if the cards landed in place for me to make it happen. I thought I was going to be f*cked and left out to dry after my friend left, but I recovered.
It was time to go... the three of us walked to our cars near the first bar. I offered to take HB7.5 'home' since we lived not too far from each other. She pulled her friend to the side to talk for a minute and eventually got into my car, her friend left. Got to my place and she immediately started peeling clothes off. Made out a bit, some foreplay sh*t, then started f*cking. I knew I was drunk, but haven't experienced whiskey **** in so long that I didn't even consider it. Lo' and behold, I wasn't but 2 minutes into beating guts when I could feel it start to slip. I was furious, but kept my cool and laughed it off. Foreplayed a little more, got her there, then rolled over and fell asleep. Woke up spooning her, told her I had a breakfast to get to, and took her home. She began to text me later that day. My plan of action is to not contact her until later this week and try to game her into my bed again.
The point of this thread is to ask... have any of you gentleman had luck making up a night of whiskey d*ck? Do women generally write guys off that are victims? Gonna gauge her a little bit later this week, but have no qualms about cutting my losses. Just felt like a good night of game went to waste because my little soldier uncharacteristically let me down.
We decided to party in the North Park area of San Diego, super hipsterville. We started at this dive... a few blocks away from my boy's apartment and ordered a round of drinks. Saw a prospect (HB7.5, Latina, short, petite, pretty, from out of town) at the bar with her friend and immediately commandeer one of my friends to be my appointed wingman (there were 5 of us, and I'm pretty much the alpha of the group, the other guys aren't too interested in pickup and usually follow my lead). We open them, get past introductions, and I isolate mine to the dance floor, leaving my friend with his at the table. I built an amazing amount of rapport in a short time on the dance floor. I had her laughing the whole time, lots of contact/grinding, lots of physical chemistry, and got my first kiss in before we left. We couldn't have been at that bar much longer than 20 or 30 minutes by the time me and my wingman decided to change venue.
We hit the next bar, which is more like a dance club, and pretty much danced the night away. It was at this point that I pretty much knew it was going to be a f*ck close. I asked about her plans after, she basically let me know that she was open to whatever the night brings...
So everything was going great up to that point. Until my friend disappeared and left his hunny hangin'. I made the best out of it by dancing nasty with both of them at the same time. Considered pushing for a threesome, but only if the cards landed in place for me to make it happen. I thought I was going to be f*cked and left out to dry after my friend left, but I recovered.
It was time to go... the three of us walked to our cars near the first bar. I offered to take HB7.5 'home' since we lived not too far from each other. She pulled her friend to the side to talk for a minute and eventually got into my car, her friend left. Got to my place and she immediately started peeling clothes off. Made out a bit, some foreplay sh*t, then started f*cking. I knew I was drunk, but haven't experienced whiskey **** in so long that I didn't even consider it. Lo' and behold, I wasn't but 2 minutes into beating guts when I could feel it start to slip. I was furious, but kept my cool and laughed it off. Foreplayed a little more, got her there, then rolled over and fell asleep. Woke up spooning her, told her I had a breakfast to get to, and took her home. She began to text me later that day. My plan of action is to not contact her until later this week and try to game her into my bed again.
The point of this thread is to ask... have any of you gentleman had luck making up a night of whiskey d*ck? Do women generally write guys off that are victims? Gonna gauge her a little bit later this week, but have no qualms about cutting my losses. Just felt like a good night of game went to waste because my little soldier uncharacteristically let me down.
