The co-ed

It’s stupid, she’s actually a law school student, but the whole thing about how we met and what happened is very college-like.

My best wing and I headed out to our favourite crawl-zone, well away from the entertainment district, closer to home and more for those people in the know. I can’t stand the young crowd, those fuckers don’t know how to handle their liquor nor how to have a good time. Wow, you’re old enough to drink, you’re so awesome you puking fuck! I digress, we decided to check a very well known haunt that we’d been avoiding for some weird reason. I knew it would be good as soon as we got there, not because of the hipster looking guy at the door wearing nothing but his skivvies, but because he was surrounded by girls who seemed to think it was great stunt. With that kinda attitude, you can bet on a good time even in Baghdad.

I slapped a couple of girls asses with my gloves on the way up the stairs, instead of giving me dirty looks they laughed and whooped it up. Now admittedly, the crowd was young, 20-25, but laid back – lookin to have a good time more than to impress. I saw the co-ed relatively soon after checking the coat, she was carrying her beer and I mine so I cheers’d it and walked on, but I noticed the look, she looked happy I did it. She a was cute, a light skinned black girl with sensual lips. Bob and I mingled with the crowd and Bob went off with a friendly blonde closer to the dancing area (I wouldnt call it a dance floor). I bopped around nearby drinkin my lager and scoping the scene, the thing is, I didn’t want to be obvious about scoping the scene, it looks sketch (I’ve become pretty good about being nonchalant in scoping the scene). On my right was an ADD struck girl fleeting like a hummingbird between her girlfriendfriend and the guys nearby (including myself) , I thought she would be a good target but when I saw her start making out with the friend I lost interest; I find attention seeking bitches a real turn off.

The co-ed was somehow near me so I asked how her night’s going and if she was off school (I was pretty sure she’d be in school). We had a good little chat and started dancing together, I was just feeling good and not trying to perv her or be an idiot about it, I think I was giving off a good vibe because when I put my hand round her waist to bring her closer she responded in kind. Hook, line, and sinker – I knew I had her. I gave it till the end of the song to start making out with her and, as expected, she was more than happy to.  It was getting near to last call so we went to the bar to get a new beer we would share (seriously, the things you do with strangers when you’re drunk) but we didn’t make it. I asked if she wanted to get out and she said yes, this time I was surprised -believe it or not, I don’t take many girls home the night I meet them, I tend to work on it over a couple of dates, but hell yeah, I’ll take that. To make a long story short, her tall friend wouldn’t let her come by but had no problem letting me go over.

I ditched the Wing, he understood, I’d expect no less of him, and took a cab to the friend’s place where she was staying in another friend’s bedroom who was away for the holidays. This was the point where I realized I didn’t have a rubber on me. She didn’t either, and if the room we stayed in had any, we didn’t find em. So we made out some more and in our drunken stupidity fucked without a dome- well I don’t know if two strokes counts as fucking, but I put it in bareback and took it out when I realized that’s just not something I do. “That felt so good, baby, I’ll come over tomorrow and we can fuck all night” she whispered, then she asked “when was the last time you got tested?” I was a bit fed up with the whole thing,  “A few months ago, like four or five, but I never fuck without a condom, this was the first time.” I think I said that more to make myself feel better, I know I’m clean, it’s her I don’t know about. Fuck it felt stupid, plus I had blue balls.

When we woke up in the morning we 69d for a bit and then I went home.

On the Subway Platform

I must say, this was a bit awkward; we were walking towards each other and and upon noticing her smiling eyes, I said a cheerful “Hi!” She replied with a “hi” but I had already walked past so had to stop and turn towards her. “Long day!” I said, continuing my cheery approach. She responded in kind and said she was just going home after helping out at a breast cancer charity ball. We quickly had some very easy banter going but she got off a station later. It was all so pleasant I didn’t want to spoil it by cutting in with a “wait, let me get your number”.
In retrospect, I may as well have, but I feel that even if it had worked, it leaves a bit of a bitter taste in the mouth – she totally just got picked up. Trust me, that’s how they think, had I said “I want to plan a Halloween Party, give me a call to discuss” and handed her my card then then it could have gone a lot better.

That’s a couple of To Do’s this week:
1. New Business cards
and
2. Plan a Halloween Party

Making contact

It’s been a good week but also a busy week. Social life seems to be more than I can handle right now but there’s an old adage about womanizing not being simple. It really isn’t…

About three weeks ago I generated a number of leads at bars and clubs. I’d say they were all in the 7+ range. Either fit,  very pretty, or both. One thing my main targets all had in common is they are all Latinas -arguably the most sensuous women in the world. I think it’s somewhat mundane, but why not go through the approaches.

A music street festival was taking place down my street and I went to check it out along with a few friends. The sounds of Salsa music were all around us while vendors selling everything from pocket Empanadas to full-blown meals in polyurethane containers lined the sidewalks. We’d just had a few beers at my place and were feeling nice and in-tune with the atmosphere, especially the eye candy. One thing I can say about Latinas without feeling the least bit prejudiced is that for every gorgeous babe, there are three that can make an insecure gay guy glad he’s batting for the other team. Still, there was eye-candy and my eye was picking em out and locking on as if I were wearing a Robocop helmet.

She was a petite brunette with curly, shoulder-length hair; an Eva Longoria just asking to be ravaged by the neanderthal in me.  Obviously, the thousands of years of civilization that precede us kept me in check, nevertheless though…I walked alongside her and when she looked up I just said “Hola, como estas”. I’m not hispanic, but being a cunninglinguist tends to play in my favour. We chit chatted in Spanish for a bit and then I told her I’m going back to my place, but that she should give me her number. Done and done. The pick-up was simplicity itself and I attribute it to friendliness and my own social intelligence. Obviously she played a role in reciprocating, I’ve behaved similarily with other girls and been brushed off like lint on a jacket. If they’re not feelin it, there’s just not a lot you can do.

The second time was me being a bad wingman. I’d just gotten breezed by a bunch of retards (don’t you hate when she’s nothing better than a cum receptacle but still isn’t interested?) and went to look for my buddy who’d left me in the lurch with those flakes to begin with. I saw him talking to an Asian girl by the bar while her more attractive friend was looking bored and drinking a beer. I mentally rubbed my hands with glee and walked up to them. After introductions, I realized that they’re not Asian (just Central American) and put my intermediate Spanish to the test once again. It worked out well, we were actually hitting it off! When I did ask, she was actually eager to give me her number. I noticed some other girls giving us eye contact as we were leaving, some looking somewhat dissapointed. I tacked it to our having demonstrated high social value throughout the interaction. Would’ve loved to stay and chat with them all but it was very much a ‘here’s your cake but you can’t eat it’ situation. Last time I checked, hopping between girls at bars doesn’t go unnoticed.

Here’s why I was a bad wingman: My friend was clearly not interested in the less attractive one because nobody would be. My approach was meant to initiate introductions during which a switcheroo would occur. I didnt mind helping my buddy out, but I was partly greedy and partly taken by the girl. On the flipside, all’s fair in love and war.

This next approach is worth mentioning for the outcome alone. It happened on a bus, the friend who I cock-blocked set it up by asking the two girls who just got on where they’re accent is from. Turns out it was from Brazil, and the pretty one claimed she could make good Caipirinhas. I told her she’s welcome to show me but hesitated when I asked for her number and said she doesn’t have a phone. I didn’t think it was true but she did offer her email as consolation. Of course I then added her to Facebook and MSN. Of course, three weeks later she was in my bed -and I was in her.

Picking up, Chopping, Approching, or whatever you wanna call it, is like anything else – it pays to be patient and to know when you’ve had enough.