Friday nights: my twitter timeline is hectic as it can get. Was just vibing with my boys J Roc & Ryan from the new MTV’s Pauly D Project, My man LS Fader, a head PUA instructor for Love Systems…
9:33 “Getting prepped and ready for the club tonight with my main man #Unit http://twitpic.com/99guzw”.
2:44 Reetweet by @LS_Fader- “ATB surrounded by a bunch of amateur club kids. Omg it’s like Fischer price my 1st club experience lmao http://img.ly/gN6D”.
I spotted 3 hot girls semi dancing as I walked the dance floor. I said to the nearest one(from the side): “Why don’t you free yourself and start dancing? Is your drink not strong enough”? She LOL’s, I roll off to come back [part of my strategy].
I returned and danced beside her(without touching as to test the waters of her body language). I said to her, “I know you’re ready for me. Show me how to dance”. She LOL’s and said loudly in my ears, “You look like a dancer already”. I roll off again after eye flirting with her [rolling off is part of my skill set].
I came back a while later and started to grind on her ass with my hands on her shoulders, then her waists…
I repeated this dance with her for 2 minutes, roll off, return, dance again. Doing this (rolling off) shows the girl that you’re not the average needy guy who’s gonna latch onto her all night and not give her space.
During the dance, I put my phone in her hand and said to her, “punch in your phone # before I get upset”(with a sly, dominant smile). She laughs and punch in her #. I said, “Good girl”. She LOL’s.
I lost her during the crowd and darkness, so I sent her a text, “Meet me on the walk way so we can chat”. Replied OK. But we happened to spot each other just after the texts.
She tells me that her girlfriends are ready to leave. I said to her, “But we’re supposed to hang out”(which isn’t true BTW lol, but I’m setting a mental frame here by assuming we’re hanging out. Nice trick).
So she says to me, “Do you wanna come”? So we all bounced to the outside of the club. She tells me she’s driving, so we all 4 go to the car, I’m leaning through her window, she tells me that she’s gonna drop her GF’s home and we hang out after. So, I can hop in now or text her to meet me at a central location.
WHY THE FUCK DID I CHOSE TO NOT HOP IN!!! DAMN!!!!
Instead, I said to her, “Nah, take your friends home, and I’ll text you to meet me at a certain bustop”.
At that juncture, I essentially forfeited the chance to bang this girl.
On her drive home, she now has enough mental space to backwards rationalize the situation and back out and flake.
Had I hopped in her car when she suggested at the get-go, she wouldn’t have the chance to back out, nor the chance to backwards rationalize and think things over.
Why I backed out mystifies the shit out of me!Consider it rust, as I haven’t seriously attempted SNL’s in almost 2 years.
Anyway, so I went to a nearby bustop then texted her to meet me at the bustop on ***** & *** streets. 10 minutes passed: no reply text.
At that point, I already knew what was up. I already knew I fucked up and miscalibrated. And I knew she wasn’t coming back.
It’s almost 5 am, I wasn’t gonna be caught out as the sun rises, so I sent her a last text: “Hey Trish, something came up, so we not gonna be able to meet”.
That text was basically a ploy to play it off (reverse psychology).
A night of pussy-banging vanished fast due to a critical mistake at crunch-time in the pick up.
Let’s follow each other on Twitter for my usual weekend debauchery. http://twitter.com/Socialkenny