I'm sitting at a café near my apartment earlier this afternoon. It's a sunny, mild day in Bangkok. I'm enjoying just sitting there. I'm waiting for my date to arrive. I order a hot lemon tea and sip it slowly.
My girl shows up in a frilly white dress. Very sexy. But her unannounced friend is with her. She's older and much less attractive. Over the hill, actually.
Some voice deep inside of me says "you should be angry now. She's changed the terms of your meeting. This constitutes deceit. Bail, Vincent!". But I'm in a good mood and I feel perfectly calm (or complacent?) so I stay seated in my chair.
My girl sits down next to me. She's all of 45kg, with jet black hair and lustrous dark skin like she just got back from a 2 week vacation at the beach.
She says she's half Chinese, half Thai but she looks almost Pinay with those big black eyes looking at me widely. The forbidding mamasan is sitting across from me, scrutinizing my every fucking blink and brazenly girl coding with my girl even though it's obvious I can see what she's doing.
My girl keeps deferring to her older, sterner friend. Her body language is tempered by the reactions of the mamasan, who probes me with an arrogant tone: "why did you choose to meet her at a café right near your place?"
So I could do with her what you'd like done with you, you nosy, covetous cunt.
"Do you always bring your bodyguard with you on dates?" I say to my girl, trying to lighten the mood. She laughs. A beautiful giggle. God she'd look good on her knees in front of me...
Of course, at this point I know with 100% certainty that there's no way I'm pulling this honey-skinned hunny back to my apartment with her glowering friend sitting there and running interference.
We're not even 5 minutes into this interaction and I already know exactly what's coming. I also know that what I should do is say "bye", and leave right away.
You see, after several annoying incidents in the past, I've made it my custom to simply walk away without saying a word if a girl arrives with a friend (or several). Seriously, I'll blow right past them and out the door without so much as a smile.
It isn't even an issue of being an asshole or anything like that, it's an issue of not allowing myself to invest ANY emotional energy in a situation that can bring me no value whatsoever.
Besides, I have more than enough abundance to not have to waste my time with these kinds of rigged scenarios.
So why did I keep sitting there today? Because I lost sight of good form, that's why. I tried to put whipped cream on a big pile of dookie. Good players know better than this.
Bad seducer!
So the girlies order some crappucino sugar shakes (is there even any coffee in these fucking things) to the tune of $10. This is $10 in Thailand, mind you.
Neither of them even feign an attempt to reach into their bags for money. And like an out of control drunk, what's another fuck up? I feel around in my pocket for the money adjacent to my now flaccid wang and absent-mindedly throw a bill on the billfold.
You're welcome, hos.
I've always had this thing where when something infuriating happens, I don't get angry right away. There's a delay and 15 minutes later I blow up. My dad's the same way. It's like when an earthquake hits miles offshore. Everything looks fine and then a tidal wave comes and demolishes everything in sight.
My body was already warm from the lemon tea. Then I started to feel the heat pulsating in my face and the sweat trickling down my arms from my armpits, smelling vaguely of cortisol. My jaw started clenching and I felt myself on the verge of picking up my teapot and shattering it against the wall with a look at both of them that seems to say "that's what I think of you and your friend."
And then all of a sudden I heard a voice inside whispering to me...
Psst! Vincent....It's your fault bro. Take responsibility. She tricked you but you could have walked out. Instead you stayed and kept investing in the situation. Leave now, think it over, and for fuck's sake, don't repeat the same mistake ever again. And remember, you have 100 more numbers in your phone. ...Jackass.
Thanks, voice of reason. Why do you always sound like a dad? One that actually knows something about getting laid, that is.
I stood up, $10 broker, and politely made my exit. I got home and texted my girl against my better judgment. But fuck it, I needed the closure.
I'm dissapointed in you. I came to meet you but you trick me and bring your friend. I want to connect with you but you can't relax and be yourself becasue she's watching you.
I'm sorry if I mad you feel bad. I already told you it's on the way back home. How could I leave my friend alone?
It's really not true if you said it wasn't me bcz I always be myself and I don't need to pretend even I'm with my friend or without her. Vincent: Bullshit.
Sorry once again and thank you very much. x
Don't message me anymore.
So fellas, in case it isn't abundantly clear: walk away from this situation right away.
Because if you stay and implicitly agree to the unannounced addition of a 3rd party, you're rewarding a girl for deceitful behavior. It's quite clever on her part, actually. Although I'm not sure what good it does her if her goal is to actually connect with a man (if it is).
All you do is cede power and you're left resenting yourself (and her and her friend) for it. Walk away and immediately divest yourself and your precious emotional energy from this bogus group dynamic. Or put another way, refuse to invest any energy in it, tempting though it may be.
Somebody will say "yeah but, I've managed to get laid by playing this game before." Maybe so, maybe so. You can also manage to catch a fish using the wrong bait on occasion. Doesn't make it a wise course of action.
I've come to the conclusion that if a man wants a lot of ass, he has to be systematic and ruthless in the application of tried and true, proven principles that have been verified by players of all stripes through the ages. Ad libbing contrary to solid fundamentals in fighting is how you get your ass kicked. So it is with swooping.
If this post saves just ONE guy from having to go through this crap unnecessarily, I'll consider it a big success.
My girl shows up in a frilly white dress. Very sexy. But her unannounced friend is with her. She's older and much less attractive. Over the hill, actually.
Some voice deep inside of me says "you should be angry now. She's changed the terms of your meeting. This constitutes deceit. Bail, Vincent!". But I'm in a good mood and I feel perfectly calm (or complacent?) so I stay seated in my chair.
My girl sits down next to me. She's all of 45kg, with jet black hair and lustrous dark skin like she just got back from a 2 week vacation at the beach.
She says she's half Chinese, half Thai but she looks almost Pinay with those big black eyes looking at me widely. The forbidding mamasan is sitting across from me, scrutinizing my every fucking blink and brazenly girl coding with my girl even though it's obvious I can see what she's doing.
My girl keeps deferring to her older, sterner friend. Her body language is tempered by the reactions of the mamasan, who probes me with an arrogant tone: "why did you choose to meet her at a café right near your place?"
So I could do with her what you'd like done with you, you nosy, covetous cunt.
"Do you always bring your bodyguard with you on dates?" I say to my girl, trying to lighten the mood. She laughs. A beautiful giggle. God she'd look good on her knees in front of me...
Of course, at this point I know with 100% certainty that there's no way I'm pulling this honey-skinned hunny back to my apartment with her glowering friend sitting there and running interference.
We're not even 5 minutes into this interaction and I already know exactly what's coming. I also know that what I should do is say "bye", and leave right away.
You see, after several annoying incidents in the past, I've made it my custom to simply walk away without saying a word if a girl arrives with a friend (or several). Seriously, I'll blow right past them and out the door without so much as a smile.
It isn't even an issue of being an asshole or anything like that, it's an issue of not allowing myself to invest ANY emotional energy in a situation that can bring me no value whatsoever.
Besides, I have more than enough abundance to not have to waste my time with these kinds of rigged scenarios.
So why did I keep sitting there today? Because I lost sight of good form, that's why. I tried to put whipped cream on a big pile of dookie. Good players know better than this.
Bad seducer!
So the girlies order some crappucino sugar shakes (is there even any coffee in these fucking things) to the tune of $10. This is $10 in Thailand, mind you.
Neither of them even feign an attempt to reach into their bags for money. And like an out of control drunk, what's another fuck up? I feel around in my pocket for the money adjacent to my now flaccid wang and absent-mindedly throw a bill on the billfold.
You're welcome, hos.
I've always had this thing where when something infuriating happens, I don't get angry right away. There's a delay and 15 minutes later I blow up. My dad's the same way. It's like when an earthquake hits miles offshore. Everything looks fine and then a tidal wave comes and demolishes everything in sight.
My body was already warm from the lemon tea. Then I started to feel the heat pulsating in my face and the sweat trickling down my arms from my armpits, smelling vaguely of cortisol. My jaw started clenching and I felt myself on the verge of picking up my teapot and shattering it against the wall with a look at both of them that seems to say "that's what I think of you and your friend."
And then all of a sudden I heard a voice inside whispering to me...
Psst! Vincent....It's your fault bro. Take responsibility. She tricked you but you could have walked out. Instead you stayed and kept investing in the situation. Leave now, think it over, and for fuck's sake, don't repeat the same mistake ever again. And remember, you have 100 more numbers in your phone. ...Jackass.
Thanks, voice of reason. Why do you always sound like a dad? One that actually knows something about getting laid, that is.
I stood up, $10 broker, and politely made my exit. I got home and texted my girl against my better judgment. But fuck it, I needed the closure.
I'm dissapointed in you. I came to meet you but you trick me and bring your friend. I want to connect with you but you can't relax and be yourself becasue she's watching you.
I'm sorry if I mad you feel bad. I already told you it's on the way back home. How could I leave my friend alone?
It's really not true if you said it wasn't me bcz I always be myself and I don't need to pretend even I'm with my friend or without her. Vincent: Bullshit.
Sorry once again and thank you very much. x
Don't message me anymore.
So fellas, in case it isn't abundantly clear: walk away from this situation right away.
Because if you stay and implicitly agree to the unannounced addition of a 3rd party, you're rewarding a girl for deceitful behavior. It's quite clever on her part, actually. Although I'm not sure what good it does her if her goal is to actually connect with a man (if it is).
All you do is cede power and you're left resenting yourself (and her and her friend) for it. Walk away and immediately divest yourself and your precious emotional energy from this bogus group dynamic. Or put another way, refuse to invest any energy in it, tempting though it may be.
Somebody will say "yeah but, I've managed to get laid by playing this game before." Maybe so, maybe so. You can also manage to catch a fish using the wrong bait on occasion. Doesn't make it a wise course of action.
I've come to the conclusion that if a man wants a lot of ass, he has to be systematic and ruthless in the application of tried and true, proven principles that have been verified by players of all stripes through the ages. Ad libbing contrary to solid fundamentals in fighting is how you get your ass kicked. So it is with swooping.
If this post saves just ONE guy from having to go through this crap unnecessarily, I'll consider it a big success.
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