I Make-Out With My First Bonafide 9
Description
Should Single Guys Use Emoticons
Leaving the Ghosts of an Ex Behind
Bitchiness as a Defense Mechanism: Lessons from Blogging About My Ex
Can You be Friends With an Ex?
The Men We Know We Have No Future With…
Men Who Ghost Before the First Date
No Strings Attached is Bullshit.
Do Women Really Want Equality In Relationships?
Your Best Friend the Hag
Why Being Single Doesn’t Suck
Rules For Hanging Out With Your Ex
How to Approach Guys in a Bar
How NOT to Approach A Guy In A Bar
8 Facts about Cheating
I was at the club with Poker Playing Engineer and Tall Spanish Guy again. A couple of clubs. Across the street from each other. We were bouncing back and forth, the one with much cheaper drinks also had much less women, so we’d hit that one, grab a couple, down them and then bounce back across the street.
Hey, I’m on a budget here.
Night hadn’t gone too well…. a couple of decent sets that I was able to get onto the dance floor. One fight I almost got in, because I bumped into a guy and spilled his drink. He wanted me to pay for another one. I shrugged him off and went on with my life.
I had one black chick I thought was a real good set. I had her on the dance floor and had her asian friend pawned off onto Poker Playing Engineer, but when I went for the make-out, I got a rejection coupled with the “I have a boyfriend” line.
To which, I said something stupid like, “where’s your boyfriend?”
She said, “at home.”
I said, “exactly. he’s not here” and tried to make out with her again. At this point, she stopped dancing with me and went and grabbed her friend off of Poker Playing Engineer and that was the last I saw of them. Oops.
The night was ending uneventfully. Tall Spanish Guy had already left and Poker Playing Engineer were about ready to leave by about 3am. We were heading out the door, when a two set I couldn’t pass up walked by me.
I look at Poker Playing Engineer, “hold on man, let’s go approach them.”
“I thought we were leaving.”
“Yeah, we are. One more set, if it doesn’t go anywhere, we leave. What’s the harm in trying?”
“Alright,” he gives in.
I barrel back after the two set. Approach them both and interrupt their conversation and casually place my hands on each of their shoulders to get their attentions. I talk for a bit, introduce myself and then bring my wing in, isolate my target, chat with her and then extract her to the dance floor.
At this point, I can’t tell if she’s Asian or Hispanic. Doesn’t matter. She’s gorgeous.
I talk to her some more while I dance with her, she’s 19. She’s tiny as fuck. Damn her waist is so small, I can’t stop grabbing it.
A couple of songs in and we’re making out. I hit her with the dirty talk in her ear and she makes out with some more, then pulls back and grabs her phone and lifts it up and turns the light on.
“Hold on, I want to see what you look like…” she says.
After she looks me over with her cell phone light, she goes back to making out with me. I number close her now, early, and then extract her back off of the dance floor. Then, back to the dance floor. Leading her all around for no real reason at all.
More dancing, more making out, more “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you” type of talk and she’s loving every minute of it.
But, eventually Poker Playing Engineer blows it out with her friend and they’re ready to leave. We head out too. Call it a night.
When I get home, she texts me
Her, 3:34 am: This is [her name] what’s your name
Me, 3:48 am: Willy Wonka
Her, 3:51 am: Are you foreighn? [What? I've never gotten that one before..... lol]
Me, 3:58 am: No. I’m from [this city]… my mother is Polish though… you?
Her, 4:03 am: I’m from [some town]
I let the convo die there…. I’ll pick it up another day….
Leaving the Ghosts of an Ex Behind
Bitchiness as a Defense Mechanism: Lessons from Blogging About My Ex
Can You be Friends With an Ex?
The Men We Know We Have No Future With…
Men Who Ghost Before the First Date
No Strings Attached is Bullshit.
Do Women Really Want Equality In Relationships?
Your Best Friend the Hag
Why Being Single Doesn’t Suck
Rules For Hanging Out With Your Ex
How to Approach Guys in a Bar
How NOT to Approach A Guy In A Bar
8 Facts about Cheating
I was at the club with Poker Playing Engineer and Tall Spanish Guy again. A couple of clubs. Across the street from each other. We were bouncing back and forth, the one with much cheaper drinks also had much less women, so we’d hit that one, grab a couple, down them and then bounce back across the street.
Hey, I’m on a budget here.
Night hadn’t gone too well…. a couple of decent sets that I was able to get onto the dance floor. One fight I almost got in, because I bumped into a guy and spilled his drink. He wanted me to pay for another one. I shrugged him off and went on with my life.
I had one black chick I thought was a real good set. I had her on the dance floor and had her asian friend pawned off onto Poker Playing Engineer, but when I went for the make-out, I got a rejection coupled with the “I have a boyfriend” line.
To which, I said something stupid like, “where’s your boyfriend?”
She said, “at home.”
I said, “exactly. he’s not here” and tried to make out with her again. At this point, she stopped dancing with me and went and grabbed her friend off of Poker Playing Engineer and that was the last I saw of them. Oops.
The night was ending uneventfully. Tall Spanish Guy had already left and Poker Playing Engineer were about ready to leave by about 3am. We were heading out the door, when a two set I couldn’t pass up walked by me.
I look at Poker Playing Engineer, “hold on man, let’s go approach them.”
“I thought we were leaving.”
“Yeah, we are. One more set, if it doesn’t go anywhere, we leave. What’s the harm in trying?”
“Alright,” he gives in.
I barrel back after the two set. Approach them both and interrupt their conversation and casually place my hands on each of their shoulders to get their attentions. I talk for a bit, introduce myself and then bring my wing in, isolate my target, chat with her and then extract her to the dance floor.
At this point, I can’t tell if she’s Asian or Hispanic. Doesn’t matter. She’s gorgeous.
I talk to her some more while I dance with her, she’s 19. She’s tiny as fuck. Damn her waist is so small, I can’t stop grabbing it.
A couple of songs in and we’re making out. I hit her with the dirty talk in her ear and she makes out with some more, then pulls back and grabs her phone and lifts it up and turns the light on.
“Hold on, I want to see what you look like…” she says.
After she looks me over with her cell phone light, she goes back to making out with me. I number close her now, early, and then extract her back off of the dance floor. Then, back to the dance floor. Leading her all around for no real reason at all.
More dancing, more making out, more “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you” type of talk and she’s loving every minute of it.
But, eventually Poker Playing Engineer blows it out with her friend and they’re ready to leave. We head out too. Call it a night.
When I get home, she texts me
Her, 3:34 am: This is [her name] what’s your name
Me, 3:48 am: Willy Wonka
Her, 3:51 am: Are you foreighn? [What? I've never gotten that one before..... lol]
Me, 3:58 am: No. I’m from [this city]… my mother is Polish though… you?
Her, 4:03 am: I’m from [some town]
I let the convo die there…. I’ll pick it up another day….
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30.01.2021
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30.01.2021