| Wow. Okay. I just joined this damn society last week, and I am already psyched beyond belief. So I am from LA, but this weekend I am in Vegas because my cousin (who's like a brother) is having a bachelor party weekend. And you know Vegas; no one is from here and everyone wants to bang. So...
I am out with the boys, Night One. Last night. Friday. We are out all night, and after beginning the night with an amazing run at the craps table, we are all supercharged. I mean, we are on cloud 9. So we go to Tao for dinner, then to The Playboy Club for some blackjack. We get back to the Wynn, where we are staying, and we all have one goal. Meet women.
So out of the 12 of us, I go to one of the casino bars with 2 guys, who are total AFC's. But at least they don't mind talking to girls.
I am just ready to apply all I have gotten from the Game, and Mystery's new book, and all the forum postings I have read.
Then it happens. We all lock eyes on the same girl instantly. We are at the bar, and we see her. HB8-Chicago. She is probably 28-29, and she is smoking. Form fitting dress, the sweetest ass, beautiful blond hair, tan skin - the works. We are drooling. And she is with two total losers. One man who is as big as a grizzly and a balding middle aged man.
Out first thought is "Wow, this hooker is hot, and damn, these guys found her first."
AFC 1 and AFC 2 are daring each-other to approach. "You go.." "But what should I say?" "I don't know, say something".
Three second rule. I am off while they still decide what the game plan will be.
"Excuse me, miss? Guys? Do you mind if I steal your friend for a second? I just need her to settle a bet me and my friends are having." I ask them, not her. She's coming, I already decided.
"Sure, take her..."
"I'll have her back in a minute" - I set up a time frame.
She walks over to us. My friend's jaws are on the floor.
I introduce them but not myself. She asks what the bet was.
"Oh," I say, "there is no bet. I just figured you'd rather be standing over here with us instead of with those two guys."
Her face sinks. "But those are my friends," she says. Ha! I just negged her without even trying!
"Oh, they are. Huh. Well, my bad." I smile, touch her elbow. KINO has begun.
She asks where we are staying. I tell her we have a room here. She is from Chicago here for the weekend. Well, she's not a hooker ladies and gentlemen. She's just hot enough to be one.
"Well," she says, "I should get back to my friends."
"Oh, okay..." I reply, but before I can continue to say anything she continues talking.
"But when I am done hanging out with these guys I'll come up to your room?"
I take a second to register this. She is looking me right in the eyes. My friends are speechless. But I continue the charge.
"Sounds good."
She moves back over to her friends. I wave at them, "Thanks guys! She was more than helpful!"
They wave back and smile.
This whole thing took 90 seconds. I am as serious as a heart attack. It was magical. She didn't want to look like a slut in front of her friends, but she definitely wanted to be one.
She came over 5 minutes later with her phone and asked me to give her my number. She then called my phone and left her number on my caller ID. She tells my to call her back on her cell when we are done downstairs.
We finish our beers and exit. I am a god to these guys.
I just made my first approach, and hit a jackpot.
EPILOGUE:
I end up calling her about 90 minutes later, but she doesn't pickup. I leave a message to see where she's at. I pass out five minutes later in my bed.
I woke up this morning and find that she called back 5 minutes after I passed out.
I will call her tonight and see if she is still in town.
Signing off,
Landshark
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