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Subject: She doesn't turn her phone on all the time
She doesn't turn her phone on all the time
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Justin:
Night of Pointless Wonder (cross-posted from SBB)
the_jacas calls me up Friday. I don't have to work, mostly because my chin is f*cked up from the last weekend's drinking activities. I had finally learned what it meant to be "falling-down drunk." He tells me I sound like a WBAFC from the muttering that was coming out of my mouth. Finally, we agree to go to the mall. I've never really
done mall sarging. I hated the fact that I had a bandage across my chin and that I was gradually going to have to grow it back. We met up at my crib, then we hit up the mall.
We get there, and there are hardly any women in there. I swear to God. I saw a couple hotties, but as soon as I let the_jacas know about them, they had disappeared into a store. Later, I see a shop on the way down the escalator. It's a peacock shop! We went in and there were weird hats and boas everywhere. I'm totally never buying a boa. We go in and start bs'n with the clerk. She's somewhat of an UG with better clothing. the_jacas was telling her about my accident, I told her I got into a tricycling accident and that I'm an Olympic Gold Medalist. She had closed body language, where she had her arms crossed. I asked, "Are you cold?" She said no, and quickly became self-conscious of her body language. the_jacas busted on her for it about her not listening to us. I go into something about her ignoring us because she can't wait to get off work. We're wandering around the small shop picking up things, and she's like, "What are you guys DOING?" It was more like what the f*ck are you guys plotting. I say I need to find a top hat. She shows me and it's not a top hat. This was over, and so we headed out to go get some bandages.
We went to K-Mart, f*cked around with a zillion bandages so that I could find some that would be smaller. We're busting out some stupid ass sh*t and it helps us get into the talkative state. We're then at the condom section talking about off-the-wall sh*t. It's time to leave.
We go to my crib, take sh*ts, and get ready to go out. We get to Bogart's. My friend is working there, so I of course get drinks from him since top shelf stuff seems to be so cheap and plentiful when he's the bartender. My tab was .25 for two Sapphire & Tonics, and a Rum & Coke. I gave him .75 as a tip. We leave and go to Stool Pigeon's.
We're in line, and the beer girl is trying to get my attention once we're nearing the front of the line. I tell her to meet me halfway. There are racks in her way, and it's obvious she can't get over to me. She asks what I want, I get us beers. We're drinking before we're out of the line. Awesome! This bouncer was a complete cock, only because he had a title. Hmph.
I'm pacing the place, and the_jacas is on my ass about me approaching. I couldn't do it. We bounce. We go to The Office. On
the way when walking to The Office, a bum approaches us. I had earlier been reviewing my notes I took during one of my classes, but they weren't school notes. They were possible responses to several classic sh*t-tests. I wanted to be prepared for them and try some new responses. Anyways, the bum comes up to us and follows us as we're walking downtown. He's already asking for money and I bust out this random response, "Where'd you get that one, Cosmo or Seventeen"? He looks baffled. I was trying out my material on bums. We're walking to The Office shooting the sh*t with the bum. I tell him his jacket is awesome. I asked him where he got it. He's asking us for money again so he can get something to eat. I tell him, "Dude, you sound like you have a good education. I know you could find a job." He tells me he can or can't, I can't remember. I tell him he could be a dishwasher. He says something like he can't find one of those jobs. I tell him that's complete bullsh*t, because the Mexicans are always in those jobs and the turnover rate is really high for dish washing positions. I get into something about how Mexicans can't come in to the United States and enjoy social benefits at the taxpayer's expense. He said, "Oh man, don't get me started." He asks for money again, and I tell him he could try selling drugs. He could totally ball then. He disagrees and we start talking to the bouncers. They let us in for free, and the bum is shouting how we need to come back and help him out. We're in the club and it sucks. Nobody is there and it is almost midnight. I ask a bartender why it's so dead and he tells me nobody in Raleigh goes out on Fridays. What? We leave and right before, we start asking the bouncers about where to go, and where Retail is. They give us maps of all the clubs and bars in the downtown area. Awesome! We leave and go to Aura. I say what's up to Pete the bouncer. I decide to upgrade the membership I hadn't received yet, even though I paid for it a month ago. I upgrade to VIP. IShe doesn't turn her phone on a.ems t sucks though, because I can only get in free for myself and ahead of the lines. It was . It's a for a membership to get another person in free. The Office's VIP is , and you can get all of what you can get as a VIP at Aura, except you can bring in three guests and you get to hang out
in the cool VIP area. Well, that problem was solved later on in the night. We'll talk about that soon.
We go in and hit up the smoking area. We go to the corner and we start shooting the sh*t. I am standing with my back towards the group behind us. I look at the fatter girl, but she seemed to have a better than average face and a huge set of t*ts. I look over my shoulder and tell her she's trouble. She drops her jaw, then her friends are all looking at each other. It must have been a 4 or 5 set. She says she's not trouble. I tell her she looks like a total bad girl and that she just got out of jail. They're all girl-coding each other and laughing. the_jacas says something, then the girl asks me why I think she's trouble. I tell her she's a bad girl and she says she's a good girl. I ask her, "How are you a good girl?"
She's stuck, she looks at her friends, and they're all looking at each other trying to figure out an answer. Weird. Thanks
Conversationally Speaking! I turn my head back to its normal position (I hadn't even moved my feet towards them at all; I was facing the other direction the entire time). I look at the two girls in front of me that are sitting down.
the_jacas had left me. I look at one of them and say at a normal tone something about her shoes. I think I asked her if she goes to Meredith College. That's been a great opener for me in the past few months for some reason. It's like these Meredith girls will all wear these really pointy witch shoes that have heels. There are really LOOOONG toes on these shoes. It's weird. It's a trend, kind of like that stupid Von Dutch trend going on around due to Paris or Brittany wearing those stupid hats. I've even asked girls about those hats when they have them on, and they'll tell me they think the hat is
cute. BS. So I'm trying to open this girl and she keeps asking me, "What?" I stay with my same opener four times in a row, not moving towards her at all or going over to sit by her. I could tell there was something like that on her mind, like trying to get me to come over there while she did nothing at all. All I do is raise my voice and try to break sound waves with its tonality. I could hear her perfectly. She says again that she couldn't hear me. She looks at her girl, then tells her while rolling her eyes, "I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" She grabs her and they start making out. I start ignoring this and start looking towards the club area outside of the door of the smoking area. I am in my own world at this point, then I look over
where the girls are again and it looks like it was just a tactic to get me to go over and supplicate or fawn over them because they made out. Please. It was like a stripper mentality. I went off the deck inside the smoking area and shot the sh*t with this tall-assed, huge black guy bouncer. I say, "Dude, I would totally dunk on your ass!" He's laughing his ass off and jumping up and down. I'm playfully punching him in the chest. He is laughing hard. I tell him, "I would totally run shop on your ass on the court." He said, "I think you hit your chin pretty damned hard to think that. You must be crazy."
I'm telling him that I'm a karate champion and that I could totally be a bouncer in that place. I'm talking about karate chopping people in the balls. Don't ask where that came from. I leave him and go in the club area.
I go and talk up the bartenders. I'm beginning to become remembered by the bartenders now. I'd totally sex them. They even remember my drinks. Awesome! There is this dude beside me, I tell him he looks like he's either from NY or NJ. He laughs and tells me he's originally from NY. He said, "How would you know that?" I say, "People from those states have a certain facial structure." I say, "I bet you're Italian too." He concurs. He tells me his last name and it's Italian. I tell him Italians have a certain facial structure too. He asks my name and I tell him. I ask him what the scene is like when trying to pick chicks up in NY in the bars and clubs. He tells me it's pretty damn easy. I get my drinks, then I see a dude get grabbed by a random girl and he does nothing. She kept walking, and I say, "Dude, what are you doing? That girl was
totally into you. You're probably the most pea c*cked guy in this club. Why aren't you macking?" He goes into some sh*t, we shoot the sh*t, then I move on. I go back to the smoking area.
Man, I was beginning to realize that having a bandage on my chin that looked like an X for marking the spot where treasure is buried had no bearing on talking to people. I was completely making that excuse when it did not need to be there. I guess the same could be said about ugly guys, but I wouldn't know what it's like to be ugly. Haha! Eat my slime.
I go and smoke a cig by myself. I see a two set. I finish my cig and go up to them and grab the pack of cigarettes of one of the girls, but I just lead it up so that I'm looking at it and she's still holding onto it. She says, "Hey!" I look at the other girl and tell them I want to trade cigs. They ask what I'm smoking and I pull out my Marlboros. They cringe and say yuck and such. They both tell me I can just have one rather than trading. I look at both packs of their cigs, then say a yuck at the menthols and grab a Marlboro Light. We start chatting for about 15 seconds, then this girl comes out of
nowhere. She comes into the set, then asks the girls, "What is he doing?" They tell her I'm trading cigs. She looks at me, then gives me a brief lecture about how she thinks it's rude that I come and bum cigs from her friends when I have cigs of my own. I am totally unaffected by this. It's like I'm totally in control of my emotions. She asks, "Why are you bumming cigarettes from my friends when you have your own? Smoke your own." I look at her, then pause, then say, "Are you a player?" She pouts, her friends laugh hysterically. She goes in with the same question from earlier. I say, "Drama Queen." Her friend to the right tells me that she's not a drama queen. Her friend to the left of me says, "So what happened to your
chin?" I couldn't think of my pre-planned stories that were completely made-up. All I could muster up was, "Guess." She asks what happened again. I say again, "Guess." Her friend buts in again, and says, "Why are you bumming cigarettes from my friends when you have your own?" I think for a second, but I can't muster anything but logic to answer this sh*t-test since I couldn't pass with the "Are you a player?" response. I say, "I wanted a lighter cigarette." I failed. I was blown out. The girl looks at me condescendingly, then looks at her girls and says, "Let's go girls." She then drags them both over to another side of the room. I roll my eyes in a more enthusiastic fashion than SBB's "roll" emoticon. The blonde who asked about my chin saw this as she was being dragged off, and laughed hysterically. Here we go again. The icing that topped off this rejection was me rolling up to the girl that dragged them away a little later in the night. I saw her smoking a cig and said something about it. She said, "DON'T TALK TO ME!" She then did a backturn. Sweet! I have no clue why I walked up to get rejected again by her, but it sure was fun!
I go back into the club area after I finish my cig on against the railing. I go and see the NY guy again, chat, then get another drink. I get two Budweisers and begin double-fisting. I go and stand in a crowded area near the bar near the bathrooms. Girls are all in this area. I just plant myself. A girl starts shaking her ass to the music while I'm standing away from her facing the dance area. I just look in the dance area, drink my drinks, and grind my ass against hers as she does it on me. I haven't even paid attention to her or her group. When she stops, I stop. I still have my back faced
towards her. I had no idea what she looked like. The ass playing stops, then I see a girl trying to weasel her way around my viewing area. I knew it was her, and I turn my body away from her at 90 degree angles every time she tries getting a closer look. She goes back to where she was and I turn to face the dance area again. She goes and does the same scoping me again. I turn again and look towards the bar. I hear a "GOD!" from somewhere. I think I pissed her off. Oh well. I have no clue why I was doing that, but I had fun doing it.
I see the_jacas and he's telling me he's hit about every set in the place. We leave after closing. I go outside and we all shoot the sh*t with random people standing outside. Pete comes around and starts passing around clipboards with some weird membership applications. He tells us that they're opening up the upstairs area. I tell him I thought there was only one floor of the club. He tells me not anymore. Sweet! Only cool members will be able to get a premiere of the upstairs area, and it was completely free! I guess we were in the right place at the right time. Now I'm an ultra cool VIP with an additional pass to the ultra cool and hip upstairs area! YEAH!
We go get hot dogs across the street. I'm playing with the dog and telling the other people coming around that they should not f*ck with this dog. I think I was drunk at this point. I consume two chili dogs and we leave.
I get home, the_jacas leaves. I call up HB8 Nerdy Nurple from Chapel Hill. I've called her twice in the past two weeks. Each call was placed on Friday. I spent 3 to 4 hours with this hottie, venue changed with her several places after meeting her at a bar, defused most of her c*ckblocking friends, kissed her a few times, went to her dorm, got c*ckblocked blatantly by her roommate, built comfort and rapport with her in her dorm lobby, rode a shuttle with her with my arm around her and while pulling and playing with her hair, and plenty of isolation. The first call was just a message about me not being able to make it to Chapel Hill. The second call was still voice mail. I left no message that day. But on this night, I called
drunk and said something along the lines of, "HB, YOU'RE in trouble. I've called you three times now and haven't gotten anything in return. I'm not going to waste any more of my time or blah blah..." I cut it off during mid-sentence on purpose. I seriously doubt she'll ever return my phone calls now. I tried, failed, and chucked her number in the trash can. Oh well. Life goes on. This was a night of pointless wonder.
Thundercat (http://www.thundercatseductionlair.com):
“Slipping Through My Fingers A Tale of a Lost Lay”
Okay, so what I’m about to share with you guys is quite a heartbreaking account of an adventure I had a few weeks ago. It’s heartbreaking in the respect that it could very well have been a LAY REPORT. However instead it degenerated into more of a “learning experience.” Bad news for me, good news for you guys, because hopefully you can get something from it so you won’t repeat my mistakes.
Anyway, onto the story. So I’m told about a party that’s going on over the weekend, and it’s set to be held at the Key Club on Sunset Blvd. on Saturday, February 28th. So it seems like a fun event, and I call and reserve 4 tickets just in case the party sells out.
The 28th rolls around, and the infamous Roadking (archive on mASF), Swinggcat (of Real World Seduction fame), and I all meet up at the Rainbow Bar and Grill for dinner before the party. This is a pretty cool place to eat for all you LA people. While there we saw actors David Spade and Aaron Ekheart. There’s a pretty sleazy 80’s hair band vibe in the place, but the food is actually pretty good and the wait staff is cute and friendly. The three of us had a lot of fun playing with our waitress, and I think we even got checked out by a nearby two-set. I get a call from IN10SE, who’s coming into LA that night with some people and wants to meet up, and we tell him if the party sucks we’ll probably join him down at the Standard Lounge, a pretty trendy hotel/club off of Sunset.
Anyway, fast-forward, we get out of the Rainbow Bar and Grill and walk across the street to the Key Club where there is already a line forming. As we get in line, a pretty nice 3 set comes up behind us, with two rather conservative looking girls and an out-and-out slut who’s obviously looking for the hook-up. She’s wearing so little clothing, that she’s freezing outside. Swinggcat and I laugh at her and open the set. Pretty standard c*cky and funny stuff, but the girls are really easy to open and seem to be into it.
We make fun of them for being underage and trying to party with all their grown up friends they met on the Internet. Anyway, we get bored once they start talking about Sex and the City and the line starts moving.
Before we get inside, the three of us are kind-of worried that this party might be a bust. Most of the girls we were seeing in line were Asian, and none of us are really that into Asian chicks. Anyway, the incomparable Primoman (for those of you who don’t know him, check out part III of my interview with Swinggcat on my site to find out more) shows up and joins us for the 4th ticket, and we collect our stubs and head on inside.
Inside, the party is already going on. Instantly we see some really hot girls littering the place, a sh*tload of loser guys standing around with drinks in their hands, some kick-ass music, and a smoking hot dancer who’s already on stage with her top off. At this point, it’s only 8:30. Swinggcat and I look at each other and say “We’re not going anywhere else tonight!” (Sorry IN10SE. Love ya buddy!)
So the party gets kicking. I open a tab and decide to make it a special occasion and drink. I get my typical Malibu and Pineapple concoction which I like because it’s half booze, and it tastes good, so I am able to get plastered pretty fast. The party is Beta Central as well, so the competition was virtually nil.
You didn’t even need to use AMOG (Alpha Male Other Guy) tactics half the time, most of these losers you could physically push out of set and pick up where they left off. The funny thing was, it was the same for the girls! All the chicks there ranged from moderate to hot in the looks department, but all of them had a social deficiency of some sort where they had a REALLY hard time meeting people! For most of them, this was the first night they’d gotten out of the house in months! Not only that, but each and every one of them was looking to hook up. It was like a f*cking meat market, with only a handful of carnivores to pick up the slack.
So the night’s a complete blur, but I do remember some memorable moments I’ll point out…
--I opened close to 50 sets that night. I sh*t you not. It was SO f*cking easy to talk to people. I didn’t even use opinion openers, I just walked up to the girls and started talking.
--I got slapped for the first time! I was out on the smoking patio with Roadking doing a two set consisting of a battletoad (ugly chick, for you uninitiated) and her hot redhead friend. I do lots of c*cky/funny with the redhead, she’s into the playful banter, I’m making fun of her, she has a good comeback. So I go to high-five her for the great comeback she whipped out, but pull back my hand at the last minute to completely invalidate her (high-five neg). Her jaw drops open with surprise, I laugh at her, and she SLAPS me across the face! It wasn’t a hard slap, and everyone was so surprised when it happened we all started busting up laughing afterwards.
--Opened a pretty good two set (guy and girl). Did the logical questions AMOG with the dude and hardcore push-pull with the girl. Went over well. Got a pretty solid e-mail close off her.
--Tested out my “Wanna Fight” opener. Went up to a 6 set of girls. Looked one of them in the eye, shook my fist at her and growled “Wanna fight?” She started flexing and yelled “Bring it on!” I replied “Great. Then we can have make-up sex.” The whole set starts laughing. I smile at the girl and follow up with “Just kidding. We don’t need to fight to do that.” The girls laugh even harder. Looks like the opener works! =)
--Open a 4 set with my “gay cow” opener. Two of them are smoking hot (one’s quite obviously bi). I walk up as they’re dancing around near the bathrooms, say “What’s a gay cow eat?” The girls look at me funny, then say “I don’t know!” I smile, go all fay, twirl my finger around in the air like the fag of the year and say “Haaaaayyyyy!” The girls bust up (chick humor, go figure). Some other dude with an eyepatch (uber tight pea c*cking, yo) joins in the set and starts telling this long, drawn out joke. I start chatting up the hot blonde while he’s doing it. She’s into the convo, but I neg her a bit too hard by dubbing her “Sweaty girl.” Then the new Outkast song comes on (I kid you not) and she pulls her friends away to “DANCE!” I swear, TD is right, Andre 3000 is the devil. Anyway, I’m able to isolate one of the set. Not the hottest in the world, but cute, extremely low self esteem, oh, and did I mention she’s also an epileptic? Go figure. Pretty solid close on that one. We should be meeting up soon, as sad as it sounds.
--Opened a two set where a hot blonde and her battletoad friend (there seemed to be a lot of these combos) were digging through a purse. I approach the battletoad and tell her it looks like she’s trying to steal a purse and I’m gonna have to kick her out of the club. The battletoad laughs and turns to some guy she seems into who’s close by, effectively isolating me with the blonde, who’s rather drunk. I ask her her name, she says “Christy.” I tell her I hate that name. She says “Ex-Girlfriend?” I go into Swinggcat mode (ie, you can find this routine in his book) and say “No. Actually, Christy was the name of this girl I hated in the first grade, and I hated her because she always used to beat me at hot hands.” So I tell the girl to hold out her hands, and we start playing hot hands. I slap her good a few times and smile, pulling her close. I say “See, now I really like you! Because you really, really SUCK at hot hands!” Then I push her away. She laughs and demands a rematch. I say I retire champion, but that I’ll thumb wrestle her. So we start thumb wrestling, and I’m constantly cheating. She’s laughing having a great time, the set is on, and just when it’s getting good, her battletoad friend shows up to c*ckblock. So the battletoad starts dragging the blonde away, but to my surprise, the blonde PULLS her hand free, LEAPS onto me, and whispers her email in my ear, telling me not to forget it. Then she goes off with her friend. I’ve since been exchanging e-mails with her.
--Did another 4 set, this time with only 1 hot chick and 3 warpigs. The warpigs are of course all over me while the hot one is pining over some South African dude who banged her hard the night before. I end up running into this set a number of times throughout the night. End up helping them steal some signs from the club, and also chat them up once the club is closing. The fattest warpig of the bunch gets all drunk and starts flashing her titties. She has all these losers around her looking at her breasts which must weigh 100 lbs each. One of the bouncers walks over and signs them with his sharpie marker. I talk up one of the girls who ain’t bad looking, and she was into me. Pretty solid close with her. I got distracted by their hot blonde friend who I start gaming, then some AMOG comes over and distracts her. I’m about to blow him out when I get a phone call, which I’ll explain in a bit…
So anyway, those are the memorable sets of the night. But the main one ends up being a two-set that Swinggcat and I end up pulling from the club.
So at the start of the night, before the party sold out and filled to capacity, girls were getting up on stage and dancing and doing all sorts of wild stuff. While I was still upstairs in the Key Club and close to the dance floor, I see this girl catch one of the club’s free t-shirts that got thrown into the crowd. The hot dancer chick who was topless most of the night pulls this girl up on stage. The girl who caught the shirt is a really cute Latina girl. Big, big natural breasts, bronze skin, long dark hair, great bubble ass, nice curves. She was packing a little extra weight, but not too much. She was still able to give me BO-NAR!!! =)
So she gets pulled on stage, the topless dancer takes the girl’s shirt off, flashing the crowd. The girl then slips on the t-shirt and the dancer girl takes some scissors and begins ripping it up, turning it into a belly shirt that’s barely able to contain this girl’s breasts. Once that’s done, they both start dancing pretty freaky on stage. It’s a big show and everyone in the club is watching. I actually use the situation as an opener and approach sets saying things like “Show off.” It opened pretty good, actually.
Anyway, fast forward, I go downstairs at some point and start opening sets. I go to the bar area and see a girl there who’s somewhat cute, I’d give her a 7 on the looks scale. Anyway, she’s just standing there alone, looking around like a lost puppy dog. I instantly see the low self esteem swelling inside her and go in to open. I walk up to her, smile, say “Sucks to be you!” and then I wink at her. She opens EXTREMELY well with her saying “What! Why?” I just laugh and say it looks like she just lost her best friend. She smiles and we start talking. Then, her friend from the bar joins us, and to my surprise, it’s that Latina chick who was up on stage earlier, her boobs still barely contained by the cut-up shirt she’s wearing. So suddenly, I’m in a two set, but the dancer girl is very much into it as well.
So I’m gaming these two girls, and Swinggcat is walking by. I pull him in set with an accomplishment intro. Swinggcat takes one look, sees what’s going on, and within two minutes pulls the 7 away to isolate me with the dancer girl (good wingman rules. Whoever opens gets the hottest from the set). So I start gaming the dancer chick who’s all into my material, going along with the c*cky/funny ball-busting stuff. About 5 minutes into the isolation, I look over to the booth where Swingg pulled the other girl, and I sh*t you not, they are MAKING OUT! Within literally 7 minutes of meeting the girl, he’s got her tongue down his throat. I gotta hand it to Swingg, he really knows how to target those insecurities that get the girl into him FAST.
Anyway, my girl sees this too, but instead of walking over and breaking it up like most good c*ckblocking friends would, she looks at me and smiles, a definite sign that she’s into it. Now, the first thing that’s running through my head is “Oh sh*t. I should make out with this girl!” The second thing is “Okay, how do I do that?” The third thing is “I should be more drunk by now.” The fourth thing is “I gotta memorize the evolution kiss close damnit!!!” By the time the fifth thing gets to my head, the moment is gone. I’m thinking had I made my move at this point, it could have lead to a !close (horizontal hoopla session) later on in the night guaranteed. More on that later.
So anyway, I decide to run the cube on her and do the IN10SE thing about “You’re a physical type… so in what other ways are you physical?” And lead into the make-out that way. So I start running the cube on her, and she’s into it. But then I start my analysis and she gets all weird. Afterwards she starts talking about this ex-boyfriend who screwed her over, stole grand from her, and now she’s working 3 jobs to pay it off, can’t go to college like she wants, and this is the first time she’s been out in 3 months. So I’m going cross-eyed at the sob story and start to stall. She eventually excuses herself and makes her way back to the dance floor. (Her friend later told me that my cold read of her was so accurate it freaked her out).
Anyway, I go off, run a few more sets. Swinggcat is still with the 7, doing comfort building. He starts working the girl for a threesome, and she’s into it, suggesting pulling her friend the dancer into it. Anyway, Roadking joins us, I start talking to the 7 while Swingg chats with Roadking. I do some sexual talk with the 7, because I still have some hope for getting in with her friend. Roadking calls it a night and leaves around the same time Primoman does. But Swingg and I decide to stay since the set looks promising.
So the Latina shows up again, but now she’s brought trouble with her. I guess on the dance floor she met some guy. He’s Latino too, I guess they kind-of knew each other from somewhere before which is how he opened her. But he’s this really good looking guy, skinny, perfect hair, Enrique Eglesias-looking dude. So I see these two together and I reapproach. I talk to the Latina a bit, but she gives me the cold shoulder, so I ignore neg her and start pummeling the dude with logical questions. She ends up dragging him off again, and I go off and do a few more sets.
So after the “Hot Hands” set I mentioned earlier, I see that the Latina is back with her boy toy who’s following her around like a lost puppy, and they’re sliding into the booth where Swinggcat and her friend are sitting. Taking my opportunity, I run up, leap OVER the booth, and sit down right next to the Latina chick, cutting off the dude just as he’s about to sit down next to her. The guy looks at me wide eyed, like he can’t believe that just happened. I throw my arm over my target, and say “What’s up, dude?” I go to put my arm around him. He gets all weirded out and pulls away.
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