So last I tried to set up a Day 2 w/ one of my sarges from the game.
We texted back and forth. She said she had a friend and I txted back saying "well ask them if they want to come along." Her friend ended up being a dude. Oops.
My car would not start, so I got a jump from my roomate (thank god the above HB8 did not decide to come). So I got to the Other Side and the Salsa lesson was over. Whatever. I danced anyway. When dancing I would hardly even ask girls, I would just be direct, grab them and start going. It was great, even though I had not salsaed in a month. I was not worried about opening a single set. Anyway, so I go back to the bar, to refill on water and I see this HB10 (Fake blond hair, huge tits, tons of makeup, you get the picture) who I think I recognize as an Assistant coach for the vollleyball team:
Sly: Hey you wore those boots because you are into me and you needed an excuse to talk to me
.We talked about general shit, she was there with two other friends and a dude. Who was sort of an AMOG but he seemed cool. Obviously, not her bf. I always made the attempt to be blatant about how attracted to me she was. Most of my time was spent on the dance floor and that felt fucking awesome. Anyway, I eventually re-enter the set talking about more general shit (Note: I was not real organized because I was definitely more there to dance than sarge). I say she owes me a dance (Arrgghh! Frame being lost) She is like whatever. I go for the Zan-Perrion #-close, AND HOLY FUCKING SHIT SHE ACTUALLY GIVES IT TO ME!!! I don't know if anyone could touch me at that point. I could not believe what I had just done. Oh my god.
The night continues to go pretty well though I was sort of losing the frame. I think this was happening because I did not want to fuck up what I had just done. But whatever, that was not my mindset when I came in first place. Eventually I do dance with her. I felt like I was made of Platinum when when we were out on the floor. After that she starts to dance with her friends and the dude, who sort of AMOGed me a bit at this point. I tried to isolate off the dance floor but it was too late at this point, so I left.
Final thoughts: I think it always helps to have a cheat sheet, whenever you go sarging, no matter what you are doing. As an Eagle Scout, I feel that what I, and everybody on this forum, needs to focus on is PREPARATION.
Whenever, wherever.