FR: First good weekend on a "summer colony"

I need a solid wingman.  I met a guy last night who said he wanted to wing but we weren't able to meet up tonight.  Every group I talked to "opened" easily--even the two girls (different approaches) who were with their parents. 

Its a super busy weekend in the small town I live in.  Also, the weather is fucking awful.  The last few days it went from windy and raining to more windy and more raining.  I went out with four of the guys I work and live with.  We went down town and got some booze.  Sat in the car drinking to lube it up; the guys were drinking off of a bottle of the hard stuff and I had Mike's hard lemonade.  We went to a bar that we planned on going to.  We waited in line for over an hour.  This usually does not happen here, but this weekend is retardedly busy that every bar had a loooong line.  The talent was out, and at the same time there was more sausage than taco. 

I approached enough groups of girls over the course of an hour+ that the last few groups were commenting on watching me talk to the others.  whoops i guess.  The guys I was with were useless again tonight.  I opened a group for them and handed them off so that they'd have something.  At least they got the girls' numbers.  They almost made it back to the girls' house for an afterparty but one was overeager and blew it. 

I had approach ADD tonight.  If I was talking to a girl, no matter how well it was going, and saw another girl I wanted to talk to more I would bail without a word.  This lead to alot of short interactions and a case of "the grass is always greener." 

That was my issue.  The other issue is that if I was the only one with two girls I couldn't keep it together long enough to pull it off.  I need a wingman at this stage.  Between other girls coming in and other dudes, I wasn't the anchor I needed to be.  Even though many of the girls are only here for the weekend, they have friends here and know people--from back where they're from, from college, etc.  I made it through several interruptions and re-approaches.

Towards the end of the night I thought this girl was cooked.  I got her number and continued the interaction.  She was stuck babysitting her drunk friend.  I got her away from the friend twice.  Both times the friend came back and yanked her away from me.  The last time the friend marched her right up to a group of 5 fratstars that she had assembled via text and they swarmed her. 

Tonight was both frustrating and promising. 

Promising because it literally did not matter what I said but just that I said something and loud. 

How much money you making? 

I ripped my pants tonight. 

Tonight I was not feeling it but decided to go out anyway.  I took the bus into town and then got a text from a friend that they were at a house on the bus route.  Got off and went to the house.  The girls all seemed ready to go to bed, and the guys appeared to be waiting the girls out.  I was not interested in this scene tonight so I started walking towards town.  A cab picked me up within 5 mins. 

Met up with my friend at a bar that his friends' work at.  Outside I met a nice girl who is a nurse who made out with me for a while.  I don't know exactly what the deal is here in this small town, but between my look and my hair, my "open" precedes me.  I was more interested in hanging out with my friend than I was on the girls, but I had guys come up to me to hate on my hair and girls insist that I use "product" while trying to touch it. 

At bar close my friend took my elsewhere and got me in the door because he knows one of the bartenders.  He then got me to the back of the restaurant to a roped off section.  And then he got me a beer.  He told me that two of the chicks--the two hottest--are single, so I went at it.  There was a chode sitting next to the girls and I, at my own risk, did not take him into consideration.  The hottest was wearing a black and white striped dress.  I asked her if Zebra's were in season.  So much for lowering the bar.  I had her and the other hot one in a state of righteous indignation, but then chode-in-his-element starts asking who am I with and all this shit.  My friend had dissapeared by then so I coudn;t get anyone to vouch.

I went outside in the downpoiur and got a cab home. 

My brain has the ability to give me all of the answers after the fact.  The nurse texted me a few times during the night asking where I am.  I am a fucking retard.

That chode-in-his-element at the last place put me into my head and I let him.  If I had wanted it to go down differently I would have pulled out a chair and sat down in between the girls at the table.  By the way I was standing there talking I was noncommital.  From a seated position I could have delivered the same line with eye contact and had her undivided attention.  I should have immediately introduced myself to the chode when he sat down but I didn't and that made him feel like I was a threat.  As it was I was approaching precariously given where I was and what time it was.  Even after he told me to "be nice to the girls" I could have avoided leaving if I stayed present, but I felt out of place and let it get to me.  Much of this had to do with the fact that I was pretty drunk by this time in the night due to too many shots.  Alcohol puts me in my head because I can't rely on my verbals like I can when sober. 

I could hear the girls talking about me nonstop as I walked out of the restaurant/bar, so I obvi had their attention and needed to remain solid and centered.  I will see them again. 

Back to the nurse:

She was standing outside smoking a cigarette and standing under an umbrella listening to music on her iphone.  I walked up to her, ducked under her umbrella, and told her that she was going to share with me.  I started djing telling her what songs to play.  When I decided that we were done with the music I paused it and put her phone in her purse.  Pulled her hips into mine and then started kissing her.  It was an amazing moment. 

Tonight was a fucking disaster.  I'm sharing this because I must, not because I want to. 

I haven't had a good night's sleep in over two weeks.  On top of that I've been drinking more than usual.  There is always booze around here and people give it to me.  Lack of sleep is far and away the most challenging factor in remaining present and conscious.  Not sleeping enough slowly chips away at my emotional control and focus.  Add alcohol on top of that and I'm asking for trouble. 

I ended up taking a cab to town and that pissed me off.  My buddy in town didn't meet up until later on and, once again, his drunk ass was trying to hit on the girl I was talking to.  He's married and I'm friends with his wife, so its doubly fucked up for me.

Nothing was working tonight.  Everything "opened" but nothing hooked.  I was talking to hot girls who disappeared when their friends came around.  I tried talking to the friends, I tried talking to them when we were stuck waiting for a drink, but nothing.  Local girls, visiting girls, I was bombing.  I was even authentic with expressing what I was feeling, but no such luck.  I was talking to the friends, but they were still pulling their girl away from me. 

And the later rejections were this weird, "You're cool and goodlooking, but no..." and I haven't dealt with that before. 

I ended up making out with this little spanish chick.  While she was straddling me outside a cop came up and told her that she knows who she is and knows she's drunk and if she gets in her car she's getting a DUI.  After this scene she disappeared into the mix of her friends and the cops so I went looking for something else.

While waiting I saw my buddy and some of his friends.  He was wasted so I sent him home.  A friend of one of his friends was fucking hot.  I walked up to her super calm and aware, and just said what was on my mind.  I was authentic and she responded to it to a degree, but no enthusiasm.  I was persistent and got her number, but fuck it wasn't pretty.  She was accepting of my presence and way of being, but I didn't feel that she was invested or even really attracted.  But she's a 9, so that's how they roll. 

There's something called inner game, and there's something called outer game. And they're called separate names because they're separate things. 

That's very interesting and I'm hoping that you will elaborate on that some more for the benefit of the whole class. 

I don't know what's going on exactly.  But I'm walking up loud and in their grill--"executing the program" then I get a smile or whatever.  Try to do the verbal/phsyical tai chi.  Eye contact is solid.  I've been told by more than one girl that my look is off, they tell me they like my hair but it looks out of place where we live.  I don't want to look like one of these preppy fratstars, its just not me, and I'm not changing myself to fit in with these retards. 

Anyways, so the way it was going last night was that I walk up and execute the program and start with the verbal and physical escalation.  At some time in the first few minutes I got a backturn, or a polite "nice meeting you" or they had a friend barge in.  It felt like something in their logical brain was telling them not to talk to me.  These are mostly preppy rich girls so maybe I need something stronger to break through their extra layer of social conditioning--not that I'm putting them on a pedestal or am fooled by their expensive clothes--in order to get anywhere with them. 

It just so happened that I was only talking to 8s and up, so maybe I need to be sharper and stronger in the execution.   

The spanish chick was not an 8 but she had juicy femininity and I knew she wanted to suck my cock.  I was leading her towards her car and dealing with her friends when I was cockblocked by the cop.  Her friends were cool with me going home with her.  I lost her in the end of the night cluster fuck out in front of the bar while I was talking to my friends and trying to get a cab. 

Must deal with the logistics.  Also, I wanted my cock sucked and she was a sure thing, but there were also 40 other hot girls standing in front of this place and for fucks sake its hard to make a damn decision. 

So the same girls who were opening up like little flowers on Saturday night were the same ones pulling the polite dismissals last night, so its me not them.  Sat it was raining and I was accusing them of getting me wet, starting trouble, capsizing boats, whatever.  I was in authoritative screening mode.  I was accusing them of giving me fake names and they were pulling out their drivers licenses to prove it to me.  I guess my vibe was just a lot more "fun and authoritative."

Oh and if I'm persistent with the local girls who are here for the summer they are all, "dude, I will see you around for real.  i work at such and such. see you soon."

I woke up this morning again feeling like shit--4 hours of sleep, hungover, and emotionally frustrated from last night.  And I worked 13hrs today.  In spite of this I made the decision that I was going to have a great day and play my role at work as best as possible. 

It was amazing and I was hilarious.  I had my coworkers in stiches and everyone of them was commenting on how cheery and happy I was today.  I made a real connection with one of the girls.  At a client event in the evening I made friends with the woman who was overseeing the event.  All in all I feel really good right now, and nothing was different about today than any other day except for my commitment to myself. 

I found out today that this guy is the GM of the restaurant and was trying to fuck one of the girls lol

Got a phone number this morning from a cute chick. 

I went out this afternoon after going to the gym.  I was told that the place to be was an outside drinking venue. I got myself a ride there.  I talked to the first cute girl I saw.  The group was a cute girl, a chode, and a fat girl.  They welcomed me immediately.  In a little whilte they invited me to go somewhere else with them.  I agreed.  After we got there I started talking to the cute one and isolated.  All of the sudden she tells me that she just broke up with her long-term boyfriend who called her fat and ugly (she has a beautiful face and a flat stomach), and that she has had a crush on chode boy for some time but he won't give it up.  I talked to her some more with my hand on her bare thigh, but could not isolate because of friend interruptions.

I saw a girl I work with and started talking to her.  Turns out she's a lesbo and has different tastes than me.  We made an agreement to wing together.  She drove me downtown and told me she would get me later for a party. 

I talked to the bartender who is this weird chick who will hit on me one minute and then pretend she knows how to be a jerk the next.  Then I was adopted into this group of four girls.  Then I got bored of them and went to talk to two hotties.  After I warmed them up, the bartender kid comes over and engages the hot one in conversation.  They left to take a piss.  When they came back they were both in mutual cockblock mode.  The lesbo never hit me up.  I went to another bar but the hot chicks were seriously all married.  I got into an emotional, involved convo with this other chick until the bouncer came in to "check on her."  Turns out her boyfriend is a bouncer there but had the night off. 

I took the bus home and there was nothing worth a second look. 

You need to start creating momentum for the pull. This starts with creating momentum for leading her around. You got to raise up the emotional energy level a bit. It's not that you're lazy, it's that you got to stay on that skill set until it becomes "normal". 

must reach escape velocity

Yeah but you're not feeling g-force, your cheeks rattling against your teeth, your balls curling up into your abdomen. It's fun. Just figure out an idea that would be more fun than what you're currently doing, and makes "sense" to her.. that moves you and her closer to somewhere where you can rip her clothes off of her and have your way with her willing, wiggling, lithe little struggling body. 

It's so easy to see when it's articulated correctly. Guys need to just see this simple truth. It's all just taking care of people, making sure she gets her proper nutrition, all her vitamins and minerals, and gets her private parts all tuned up and checked out. 

i will meditate on this but first i must remove my jeans

Already there.

I still smell like this jessica alba look alike. Tomorrow she said she would fit me for a bikini at the place she manages.  This report isn't as exciting as the first sentence would lead you to believe. 

I went out by myself tonight to the local live music hangout.  Before I set foot in the joint I made friends with these local kids who were out to celebrate their friend's 21st.  Went in.  Got a beer and noted who was checking me out.  Walked up to three girls.  One was throwing herself at me but I wasn't feeling her swag.  The hot one was being boring and wanted to go outside to get some air because she wasn't feeling well.  Whatever. 

I walked up to this tall asian chick who was checking me out when I walked in.  She was wearing a sundress with a jean jacket and a scarf.  I asker her whats up with that combo.  She was feelin me, but he friends wanted to go dance.  I found out that she's leaving tomorrow morning and was there with her brother and his friends   They went to dance. 

Back on the smoking porch I met some people who knew the original guys I met.  I was my usual social self and was just shooting the shit.  Some locals here are totally open, but some of them are cliquey and pretty much only hang out with their friends and co-workers.  Tonight was a mix.  I feel bad for some of the girls because they are so closed off.

Some old dude was talking to these two cute chicks.  I enter.  I start talking to the one who I realize that I met last week.  She's a cute blond with all the right weaponry.  But her friend is hot and looks like jessica alba.  I manuevered things such that after a few mins I was talking to "jessica."  Its hard to physically escalate when you're holding a beer and trying to smoke, and I didn't really think about this before.  I was defo leading her around the smoking porch, but her friend was always right behind trying to pry her away.  The real prob was that dudes were trying to talk to the friend, but they had no game so she was getting irritated and trying to pull my girl away.  Eventually they went back inside. 

I walked around talking to people I know from work and a mutual friend.  There were chicks looking at me left and right, but none were what I wanted.  This little brunette walked by totally perving on me but I was in an intense convo and didn't make a pass.  This hot girl I work with--who I have not mentioned before--showed up all dolled up and looking right.  I had her for a minute before her friends yanked her away. 

"Jessica" and I became locked into this super intense convo.  I was projecting authority, but not enough fun.  I kept it going for about 20mins while her friend and other dudes tried to get her. 

At some point in time I got her number and said, "I'm cute, you're cute, we're going to hang out."  She laughed.  It was cool in the moment. 

After making some approaches which didn't go anywhere I found myself talking to her again.  She seemed into me, but not invested.  By now she had at least three female friends and ten dudes swoop in on her.  I played it cool and reengaged her each time.  She was making no effort. 

A few mins later I was talking to this cute redhead who checked me out when I walked in. We were having a fun convo, and it was clear she had never been gamed before.  She was giggling nervously and eating up everything I said.  Out of nowhere this tall hippy kid got right in my face and demanded to know why I was playing with his girlfriend's hair.  Oooops.  It took me about 10mins to defuse that situation with him and his friends. 

By now its bar close time and I went outside.  Saw this chick whose number I got a few nights ago. She announces that her bf is picking her up momentarily.  I found "jessica" and her friend in the crowd as they were getting into a cab.  No dice. 

What the FUCK is wrong with that second to last sentence. Gawwwd

Dear god I wasted my night away with girls who have boyfriends.  The place I live doesn't leave a lot of time between bar busy and bar close. 

I approached in my usual fashion and got into convos and was steadily escalating but then when it came down to it they were like, "yeah I have a boyfriend and he's here."   i didn't eject immediately, but then one of the friends would tell me real close that yes she's taken and yes he's here.  this happened several times tonight. 

or i ended up talking to the sober babysitter. 

one girl straight up waved me away, but i'm assuming that's because of her limited english skills. 

got a few phone numbers. 

but what's actually getting to me is that there was a big group of my co-workers out tonight.  the girl who i formerly wrote about as being my 9/10 has been downgraded.  she's a little kitten who hits both the sexy buttons and the "protector" buttons, but she's seriously lacking any substance or personality.  she pretty much gets by on being hot and petite and having other people do things for her--be it friends, boys, or her parents.  she has no apparent sense of humor or interests beyond being hot, facebook, and drinking.  i don't know if she can successfully boil water.  this isn't sour grapes, she's just boring and useless. 

the real issue i'm having is another girl.  she's a 7 or an 8 depending on what you like.  over the last few weeks we've had some super intense conversations and connected at a deep personal level.  i've trained her to always make eye contact with me and i can feel her underneath the exterior.  her roommates pulled her away from me--physically grabbing and removing her--several times tonight.  the tension is through the roof, and i know its early in the summer and i shouldn't shit where i eat.  i told her a personal secret today and felt completely comfortable in my vulnerability with her.  i don't want a relationship but i'm def catching feelings for this chick. 

Could you please just fucking get laid son

i'm tripping over my own feet.  it gets worse.  i didn't put this in the report last night, so i will add it in now.

i was standing at the bar waiting for a beer and a young heather graham look-alike bumped into me with sexy little hip check.  i  was deliberately blocking her from getting to the bartender and she was messing with my hair and trying to tickle me.  i forget how i lost her but it had to do something with the fact that i wanted the beer more than to talk to her

Wow. Are you queer? 

onli 4 u boo

Before I write this, I just want to throw it out there that my logistics are challenging due to my living situation.  If I meet a girl at a bar I have to fuck her outside, in her car, or at her place.  Those are my options.  Moving on.

Friday night:  I went out sober and alone after work and stayed sober.  I got into this pattern with groups of 2-3 girls of opening strong and then losing the friend(s) around the 7-10min mark and having them drag my girl away.  I'm seeing many of the same girls night after night.  They always run into people they know, so isolation is not easy.  I really wasn't feeling it and I'm pretty sure I left early.  I do remember trying a few different places out earlier in the night and them being lame.  Went to the one venue that's guaranteed to be busy but is a big, loud, stinky mess with basically nowhere to isolate inside and its not close to anywhere else. 

Saturday night:  Met this guy on my way into town on the bus.  He's an assistant manager at a bar in town and he suggested that I come to his place.  I went to a few other bars first to check them out but then made my way to where he works.  I got a drink and sat down, but drank it pretty fast because there were only a few people there and he was busy in the back.  He came out as I was leaving and convinced me to stay and do a shot.  Then he offered me samples of some of their specialty spirits. Then had me drink out of this communal glass spout.  Went to leave again and the female bartender introduced herself and I said that we had met before.  She blurts out loudly to the whole bar, "Well, sorry I don't remember you."  I made laser eye contact with her and said just as loudly, "I remember you because of your outfit and your attitude."  Her face flushed and she started qualifying herself.  A min later she slid a drink in front of me. 

I sipped this one while talking to the people around me.  I tried leaving again and was standing up as three girls walked in and my new friend said to me, "Take your pick."  It was two chubbies and a cougar so I said, "Thank you but I gotta pass."  Then I finally left. 

I went nearby to this place that has dancing.  Immediately I saw a group of cute girls on the right side of the bar.  Got a better look as I walked to take a piss.  Came out of the bathroom and stood right behind them to get a beer.  One of them turned to look at me and I said, "Have I hit on you before?"  She giggles and I'm in.  But she's not that cute so I start talking to the one next to her.  She's a cutie straight from Ireland and I was in lurve.  Talked to her for a while and then talked to two more in the group while going back to her.  She was quiet but I could tell she was into me.  There were other people there I know so I was talking and dancing.  I went back to the Irish chick from time to time.  There weren't any other guys tryna talk to her, so I was cool with being patient. 

I got distracted for a while by this other chick who I met last week who dragged me to the dance floor--she looked cute in the dark but once she backed it up on me I felt too much squishy.  Then I got to dancing with these three brazilian chicks who all apparently have boyfriends.  I made my way back to the Irish girl and see that she still has 3/4 of a new drink left.  Its 15mins before closing time and I took a sip.  The fucking drink tasted like gasoline.  I tried to help her drink it as much as possible, and in hindsight I should have just put it down and told her she's done.  The bartender is a homo.  Congrats on him for taking the dick like a champ but he's a narcissistic queen who ignores me unless I yell at him and then he gives me drinks begrudingly.  So I decide that she and I are going to the dancefloor now so I can get her away from her friends.  I knew she was with friends and co-workers, but I didn't realize how many of them.

As I'm leading her around the bar to the dancefloor there were no fewer than 8 people who tried to stop me.  Guys were saying, "she's with us bro" and girls were telling me that she's "not going with you."  Shit like that.  I just tell them some variation of, "yeah, that's cool I got it" and push past them.  Apparently she was with 30+ co-workers, they took up the entire right side of the bar, and they had been watching me the whole time.  Thankfully I employed the "everyone here is my friend" attitude earlier in the night and had befriended the one or two guys who may have actually had some balls. 

So after doing this work to get her to the dancefloor I see that she has finished her drink and she's real wobbly.  Goddamn it motherfucker!  At the time I was so angry.  I had focused in on this one girl all night and now I had to throw her back because I don't fuck wasted chicks.  I walked her back to the "mother hen" and told her to take care of her. 

By this time it was bar close time.  Nothing was doing on the sidewalk outside, so I jumped into a cab and went home. 

So even though I was pissed off at the time, in hindsight I was happy with my own persistence.  I have a nasty tendency to bail if anything feels weird or seems like it will be difficult.  When I pulled her to the dancefloor I literally had to push past her co-workers on both sides of me because it was a tight space and they were trying to stop me. 

Sunday

Got off work in the early evening.  I grabbed a 6-pack and rode my bike to the beach.  It was empty except for one family and a couple sitting by themselves.  I walked about 50yards from the family and sat down to drink my beer and think.  When I'm by myself outside I do variations of Manwhore's drills.  First I do a series to warm up the vocal cords and get the projection on full blast, and then I do one or two that he assigned while I was in his long-term coaching program.  Recently I've been doing them while riding my bike because its more challenging when you're breathing hard.  Also, I've come up with a variation which is basically a free-association drill.  I simply start talking and talk until the thread runs its course, I then start a new thread based on the last word or phrase of the old thread and continue with that new thread until it runs out, then I start a third thread based on the last word or phrase of the second thread, etc.  I can go on like this doing the free-association drill for almost 45mins non-stop. 

I mention this because I've always been loquacious and clever, but now, as a result of Manhorse's drills and the free-association drill my "verbal game" is at a whole new level.  People don't interrupt me, I start up convos with total strangers, and some people sit there listening like they're hypnotized.  The fact that I did the drills while sitting at the beach will come into play later in this report when I'm out at the bar that night.

So this cutie with a nice booty walked past me after I had been there for an hour or so.  When she walked by she was about 100ft away and I didn't notice her until she was down the beach.  After about a half hour she walked back in my direction, but this time she was within 20ft of me.  She had some odds and ends in her hands and I asked her what she was doing.  Apparently she's a surfer chick who likes to walk to the beach and pick up trash.  I engaged her in conversation--she standing and me seated the whole time.  I asked her if she wanted to stay for a beer but she told me she had just rolled into town a few hours before and had to meet her friends for dinner very soon.  I got her number before she left.  Its funny because she went to an ivy league school on a sports scholarship and I guessed her sport on the first guess (based on her shapely legs and booty), and her age on the first guess.  I'm tryna meet up with her this week, but her schedule is tight. 

I left after I finished my 6-pack and the sun went down.

One of my co-workers told me about this bar and the sunday night event that they do.  He's lived her for a long time and I took his word for it when he told me to get there early.  I showered up and took a bus into town.  Yeah, it was dead.  Sonovabetch.  Luckily, this chick who I've talked to a few times was bartending so I passed the time chatting with her. 

My co-worker who told me to come to this bar introduced me to a relative of his on Saturday night who was in town visiting.  When I met her it was on the dance floor, very dark and loud, and I didn't get a good look.  Also, I was working on the Irish chick so I didn't stick around after we were intro'd.  He and his relative show up on Sunday night about an hour after I did.  He tells me that she's there and I go talk to her.  She was sitting on a barstool overlooking the main floor and seemed to have a stick up her ass.  Here's where the verbal drills that I did early came into play. 

She didn't give me anything for at least a half hour.  She sat there not leaving.  I ran off the other two dudes who were trying to talk to her through being loud and not going away.  While I was talking she was looking straight ahead or around the bar.  Finally I said something and she started giggling.  Soon after she asked me, "How many girlfriends do you have in town?" and I told her "Its complicated."  More giggling.  The weird part about this interaction was that I had my hands on her the whole time--arm, back, resting on her hip--but did not escalate because of my co-worker.  I know she could sense my hesistation.  I walked off from time to time to get a beer or take a piss.  I ran into some guys I know.  I hit on a hot bulgarian girl who blew me off the first few tries but then warmed up but then later totally blew me off.  Oh well.  Apparently she dated a friend of a friend and she's got some bad bugs. 

So the icy girl on the barstool told me that she's a swimsuit model who lives in NYC.  Its dark and she's sitting down and she has a beautiful, dark exotic look to her but I hadn't gotten a good look at her body.  After over an hour, the convo is still 90% me but she hasn't left, and if I looked around or acted bored or stepped back from her, then she would say something to get my attention again.  At some point I realized that her relative didn't care that I was all up on her--even though he was nearby and could see, so I decided to escalate and lead her around.  She fought both the escalation and the leading.  My hands were ok some places and not other places.  I took her hand and tried to get her off of the barstool and she flat out refused to budge.  But then a min later she suggested that we go where I first tried to lead her.  This process repeated itself several times ober the course of a a half hour until we walked out into the lobby area.  It wasn't until we got the lobby that I got a good look at her.  Ohmyfuckinggodherbody!  I was walking behind her instep feeling her booty rubbing on my burgeoning boner, but I didn't recognize the caliber of her weaponry until that moment in the light of the lobby. 

I met real resistance when trying to lead her out of the lobby to the parking lot.  After I turned to walk away she told me that she needed to "get some fresh air."  I think its on.  Nope.  It was almost bar close time and I knew people would be outside in a minute or two.  I lead her in between two econo vans.  She was simultaneously fighting me off while teasing me and spurring me forward.  I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into me--denied.  I tried again--denied.  But as she was denying me she was looking into my eyes with the coy smile and didn't push my body away, but would pull me in tighter against her.  I got a little too aggressive for the circumstances because by now people were walking by and standing near the vans and could see us.  She was worried about her relative seeing as well as the fact that I was tipply and thought I wouldn't remember her. 

I walked out from in between the vans with her at the moment my buddy pulled up and told me to get in his car.  While I was talking to him her relative showed up and she said she had to go.  I texted her a few times on the way back and after i sent a few texts she called me to make sure I remember her.  Earlier in the night we made plans to meet up the next day at her relative's bbq. 

The weather sucked on monday so the bbq was cancelled.  I didn't feel like fucking around with texting so I called her that evening and she picked up on the second ring.  With a bit of an edge to my voice I said, "Hey. What's up. I remember you.  Meet me for a beer tonight."  She replied, "Just let me know where to meet you and when.  I'll get [relative] to drop me off."  I said, "Yeah, I'll call you in a few hours." 

It was that brief for real.  But Fate had different plans.  Last night there was a torrential downpour here with thunder and lightning and I couldn't get into town.  I sent her a text, "I'm calling the game on account of rain.  Maybe tomorrow."

The weather is the same tonight.  I haven't texted her and she never replied.  She's leaving early in the morning. 

Maybe next time I guess.  Cancelling on a girl that hot was painful, but my logistics are "challenging."  I guess its part of the process. 

At least I learned that in the future with chicks like this I cannot hesistate and must be aggressive in my escalation.  Hmm...I think someone may have written an article on this.....

Do you remember how quickly girls were available for closer in? How fast some of them were ready to be seriously physical. Remember that.. think about it as dancing with them. You want to get up real close to them. Pull them in while coming in, press their little bodies against you. Grab their little armies and make them your little cinderella meat puppets. 

Swap the words at the end for your own.

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^ Oh gawd

No that's Jesus.

I was wondering where that pic was going, lol.

I don't even platamapus