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
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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.
CHAT