And I don’t know what’s happening with her.

Let’s properly document this shit shall we?

So F$ and I are at some club and he rolls up on some girl. There was nothing special about this girl really. She was cute and she was dancing alone with her friend and they weren’t really being bothered by any dudes. So F$, in a horny stupor( he was a bit upset cause the night before he didn’t really get any play, and on top of it, he had just come from Copacabana, and there weren’t any hot women at the party he attended. SO he was pissed) so he rolls up on the girl. GANGSTA like. She goes with it.

He then immediately buys her a drink.

A ‘no- no’ in the world of clubbing. I was always taught that you feel the girl out before you buy her a drink to make sure she’s not like using you or anything like that. But he did it and she was with it. F$ then suggests that they go up stairs. She doesn’t want to leave her friend so she walks over and asks the friend to come up with her. F$ gives me the evil eye and says I better talk to the friend. The whole ‘WINGMAN’ thing. So I’m like ‘Well introduce us, bitch!’ He then introduces us, and i met the friend of the chick he’s talking to. She says her name is ‘Savente’ (Of course that’s not her real name. But it was MAD exotic so that’s going to be its representing) and I was like ‘Wow, that’s a pretty name’ So F$ decides to go up stairs to the 2nd floor. He takes the girl, the girl takes her friend, and I just follow like a sack of shit. I have no choice. F$ will KILL me other wise. So we’re upstairs, F$ has his girl, who we will call Soprano, rubbing her ass against his crotch MAD hard core. Savente is completely NOT doing this. I think that if I dance a bit more with her she will.

She doesn’t.

Did i mention my amazingly sober situation? I was sober beyond sober. So I try to dance with out doing the close shit and its not working. I look like a dick hole. For every pound I’m overweight I really, really feel it. I think im dressed like an ASSHOLE, and I’m supposed to be talking to this girl. I make a joke about the fact that I’m really, really sober, and she says we should get a drink. I say well, I don’t know, I think I should try to stick to the whole non drinking thing, she says “Come on lets go”, and “I say…okay”. I completely throw away anything I stand for when a cute girl says come on lets go.

So I have a shot. Only 1 shot because it would be going too far if I just drank a whole bunch. I’m in the midst of my stepping away from alcohol. We go back to the dance floor and I do my horrible impression of dancing some more. There was something illegal about it. It was unholy really. It was downright nasty. But I kept it up. And I talked to the girl in the midst of all this.

And she laughed.

And she made ME laugh. A LOT.

This is abnormal. I never laugh at women I meet. I mean she was genuinely funny. I’m disturbed

Part 2 tommorow.

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