A while ago i was hitting the bars as always, I was with a couple of UK girls I was showing around town, they were some of the most hilarious, fun-loving people I've met. Anyways, we were pounding drinks (bad, I know, but UK girls love to get trashed. I'm growing out of it) and then they ask me, "so, what's your type of girl?". I spot a big-busted blonde who isn't the hottest girl in the bar, but damn close plus the added benefit she looks like a porn-star. I nod my head "Definitely her." They laugh and make fun of me for chosing the bimbo.
Because strange things happen to me, as I am in the bar ordering another drink, this gay guy made eye contact with me. I usually stare people down for the hell of it, but that was a mistake here. Soon he was literally STALKING me around the bar and I was getting seriously uncomfortable. I tried to hide in the bathroom, and when I came out, he was standing outside the door waiting for me. Needless to say, I was freaked out.
Then I had an epiphany.
As I bolted for the door, I spotted the blonde from before. I pulled her to me, and said "I need your help, badly"
"Why? What's wrong?!"
"I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend. This gay guy is stalking me, and I have to get him to leave me alone. I'll do anything!"
"Haha!!! OK, sure!"
From then on, it was instant kino to da max and I swooped this babe within a couple hours. she lived with her parents, and wouldn't let me inside, so as we were making out on her street, I snuck my hand down her pants. She was friggin wet, so I had the permission I needed. I pushed her around, tugged her pants down, and fucked her right there. I didn't get the nutt because a car popped up, but we had a few crazy/dirty nights together before going our seperate ways.
So... there you have it: "save me and pretend to be my girlfriend" - I imagine it works with girls endowed with "save-the-world" complexes - nurses, vets, teachers, maybe doctors; don't expect success with the hottest girls who shit on normal manners.
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Hit the bars (solo) last night, and hit up this attractive Swede, 5'8'' with enourmous jugs and I basically spit the topic of every Roosh thread on Swedes at her: are Swedes nicer than Danes? I hear you guys keep Polar bears as pets, yada yada yada - we made out in less than 20, she was a tad drunk but I was the man of the hour.
Because I am an idiot, I pegged her as mine, done deal, now I was free to secure new assets, so I started macking on a different girl I wanted (I had made out with this girl's friend three weeks earlier).
Within two hours, the Swede had moved on and was in the arms of some hipster. The new girl enjoyed my attentions then asked me if I thought she had a chance with the bartender (who is my buddy - I have this spot on lock-down). OUCH! Bang. Game over. I'm dead. Hola mano derecho.
Rookie mistake! I was so owned, haha... should've stuck with the Swede, even if she was trashed.
Just goes to show that if you get your foot in with a hot girl, stop while the going is good, no need to secure a new deal in that venue that night. Don't get greedy. The Swede reminded me of my blonde from before, and I'm positive if I hadn't been such a dumbass, I would've snagged her. Oh well... going out again tonight, this time not so drunk!
Because strange things happen to me, as I am in the bar ordering another drink, this gay guy made eye contact with me. I usually stare people down for the hell of it, but that was a mistake here. Soon he was literally STALKING me around the bar and I was getting seriously uncomfortable. I tried to hide in the bathroom, and when I came out, he was standing outside the door waiting for me. Needless to say, I was freaked out.
Then I had an epiphany.
As I bolted for the door, I spotted the blonde from before. I pulled her to me, and said "I need your help, badly"
"Why? What's wrong?!"
"I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend. This gay guy is stalking me, and I have to get him to leave me alone. I'll do anything!"
"Haha!!! OK, sure!"
From then on, it was instant kino to da max and I swooped this babe within a couple hours. she lived with her parents, and wouldn't let me inside, so as we were making out on her street, I snuck my hand down her pants. She was friggin wet, so I had the permission I needed. I pushed her around, tugged her pants down, and fucked her right there. I didn't get the nutt because a car popped up, but we had a few crazy/dirty nights together before going our seperate ways.
So... there you have it: "save me and pretend to be my girlfriend" - I imagine it works with girls endowed with "save-the-world" complexes - nurses, vets, teachers, maybe doctors; don't expect success with the hottest girls who shit on normal manners.
Next story:
Hit the bars (solo) last night, and hit up this attractive Swede, 5'8'' with enourmous jugs and I basically spit the topic of every Roosh thread on Swedes at her: are Swedes nicer than Danes? I hear you guys keep Polar bears as pets, yada yada yada - we made out in less than 20, she was a tad drunk but I was the man of the hour.
Because I am an idiot, I pegged her as mine, done deal, now I was free to secure new assets, so I started macking on a different girl I wanted (I had made out with this girl's friend three weeks earlier).
Within two hours, the Swede had moved on and was in the arms of some hipster. The new girl enjoyed my attentions then asked me if I thought she had a chance with the bartender (who is my buddy - I have this spot on lock-down). OUCH! Bang. Game over. I'm dead. Hola mano derecho.
Rookie mistake! I was so owned, haha... should've stuck with the Swede, even if she was trashed.
Just goes to show that if you get your foot in with a hot girl, stop while the going is good, no need to secure a new deal in that venue that night. Don't get greedy. The Swede reminded me of my blonde from before, and I'm positive if I hadn't been such a dumbass, I would've snagged her. Oh well... going out again tonight, this time not so drunk!
A year from now you'll wish you started today