Txt Game: Feisty lil blonde

Her: Hryy (hate it when girls don't put in effort, hun don't you know I'm the sex god? ;P)

Me: smhh

Me: why do i keep getting matched with kids who can't spell 
 

Her: then unmatch me :) :) :) (neither one of us wants that sweetheart)
 

Me: nah how about you learn to spell

​Me: couldn't tell you how much your life would improve 

​Me: Like atleast 2.5 times better (firing a playful shot back, but then making it clear that I'm teasing)
 

Her: Damn and u should learn how to sit on a bike properly (pic of me being drunk on the back of a motorcycle)

​Her: :)
 

Her: it can improve your life and get u places 2.5 times faster 

​Me: Oh,

​Me: that's where you're wrong missy

​Her: now your descriminating against me cause I'm a blonde
 

Her: blondes are not as dumb as you think

​Me: sitting on the back of that bike backwards was the place to be (I am awesome)

​Her: ya ya what ever makes u sleep better at night
 

Me: what? Lmao who said anything about you being blonde

​Me: Do you need to learn to read too? 
 

Her: I'm just joking around with u (noticed girls tend to do this over bumble/tinder, try to project being shaken by the teasing onto you)

​Me: girl look.
 

Her: like take a chill pill (honey I'm more chill than James Bond sipping a martini with the one olive in it)

​Me: Aii you done? cool
 

Me: answer one question (always have direction and know where the conversation is going, you should be in control the entire time)

​Her: what
 

Me: vodka or tequila

​Her: tequila
 

Me: cool, we're getting shots

​Me: then dancing on tabletops
 

Her: LMFAO ur wild man

​Her: After 3 shots u can get me to do anything (can I now? :D)
 

Her: Maybe learn how to spell and read

​Me: Haha
 

Me: you have no idea ;P

​Her: So you can yell at me more?
 

Me: yes ;P

​Her: you know why this hurts blah blah blah (long winded story about her patient named Bradley making her feel dumb -_-)

​Me: Chillax beb, no one was yelling
 

Her: If I answer Vodka what would've happened

​Me: We break into Bradley's room and change his name to Steve

​Her: Remind me to never give u vodka

​Me: deal

​take it to txt

​Her: Bling Bitch
 

Me: Hey there blondie

​Her: what's up

​Me: got a tempting propositon fo ya
 

Her: WHat is it

​Me: Brave enough to handle a phone call or is you a scared lil pussycat

Take it to the phone. She eagerly calls moi, soon as I pickup her voice goes all soft. She's a total kitty kat. 
Still teasing me hard telling me I'm coming off too sensitive, "Niv you sound like you go to the movies alone and have an imaginary GF" 

Tell her I actually have 4, they can't wait to meet her. Then say I can only have one blonde one and she tries to beat out imaginary blonde GF by being better than her at the 3 most important things she does for me; sammiches, backrubs and sucking dick ;)

​handled logistics, closed date, peaced out like a baws. 

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​I like these kinds of girls because they can shoot shit back at me, the conversation becomes sexually charged through me contstantly challenging her and her shooting shit tests right back at me. What you gotta understand is that no matter how "bitchy" she's coming across or what kind of tough front she puts up...most of these girls are lil kittens.