This is an example of how you can completely miss an opportunity. How else would two guys go home empty-handed when three/four hours earlier, one of them was kissing an HB while the other was getting hugs and kino then kisses? Well, I'm happy to share my recent failure because I'm that type of guy...

Anyways, my wing for the night was a young guy I know through the expat community here. We met up at a bar on a Tuesday night, had three beers each, shot the shit and decided it was time to change location because the club were at was basically a sausage party.

Get to a club and its not packed with HBs but there's something in the air that says this place will be fun. I like that kind of night out - where the HBs are a bonus to the wholesome fun and dance of the place. Anyway, I tell myself to make everybody in the club comfortable by asking them if they're having fun.

It works a charm, I'm fist-bumping guys and HBs all the same - everybody's relaxed when they talk to me. They tell me they're having fun and guys are stopping me to say hi and asking i have a beer with them. Its the ultimate DHV and later, I walk out for a quick call to a friend and while I'm on the phone, I see two HBs get out of a taxi and into the club.

When I get back into the club, the two HBs are talking to my wing. My target is an HB8 wearing a trilby hat while her friend is an HB6.5 - a little on the bigger side but any shelter in a storm right? LMFAO @ my wing. So I open the HB8, "How do you know <Wing>?"

HB8: "Oh, we just met him a few minutes ago!"
ME: "Great fun, isn't he? Can I borrow your hat for a minute?"
HB8: "Everybody does that!"
ME: "Yeah..."

I get her hat, put it on and droop it over my nose, do the moonwalk and then grab my crotch like Michael Jackson then i scream out loud She laughs so hard, she has to hold on to a nearby chair. Meanwhile, my wing is kissing the HB6.5 (fast bastard, i think to myself.) I look at the HB and she laughs again. We do tequila shots then I run kino on the HB8 by asking her to tell me about the bangles on her wrist. I keep picking them out then move on to her necklace and then her earrrings. I manage to kiss her cheek by saying, "That's for being such a fun person!"

She asks me where I'm from and stuff, we take more drinks with my wing and the HB6.5. We take some photos, laugh some more at the pics then I go...

ME: "Group hug!"

All four of us hug and I take my chances and go in for a kiss with HB8 - surprisingly, she kisses me back and we kiss for a few seconds then she pulls away and says she needs to go to the ladies. Her friend joins her, I tell my wing "Good work" and he tells me "Fuck you, you stole the hot one from me!"

I give a guilty laugh, "Sorry, i thought your hands were...um, full!"

He laughs and gives me a high five. We make an aftermath strategy to take the HBs for a quick meal (first mistake) after clubbing then escalate. The HBs come back, more drinks and its like they agreed while in the toilet that they'd fuck us coz they're now kissing us and dancing.

Club closes down and we head out to a quick bite and they ask me what I do. I tell them (second mistake) without any playfulness. Then we end up talking about the HB8's career as a journalist and since I'm one myself, the conversation gets long (third mistake) and the HB6.5 jumps in to talk about her work (fourth) and my wing tries to swing the conversation to the food the HBs are so far up their asses talking about what they do.

Stupid enough, we end up walking them to a taxi rank (fifth) and they're looking game for us to go back to my place but by then, my wing looks like he's been given an upper-cut punch to the balls by George Foreman. If he's not game, there's little i can salvage from this so the HB8 asks for my number/email and while most guys would think this is a sign that she's game - it's also a way of telling you to walk away.

I tell myself, "fuck this, i dont have the energy to start over again" (sixth mistake - could have told them to join us for more booze at my place or some early-morning swimming). So I kiss HB8 on the cheeks and jump onto a taxi, dick firmly between my legs, leaving my wing with both of them.

He sends me a text later, "Fuck you."

I laugh and tell myself we'll not repeat the same mistakes next time.

Its good you posted this I had something similar happen once, I was like ooh I'll bounce to this bar when she just wanted to be back at my place sure enough lost her