This is the tale of a monday night in Georgia. I am American, but live in England, and over 6 years haven't been in the states much past 6 weeks total. My friend Jerome and myself decide to go to the local sports bar to watch monday night football. I don't expect anything much, maybe just a few openers with some married couples or boyfriend/girlfriend combos. I wash up, don't shave, old jeans, new eyeglasses, new shirt with stars down one side (this comes in handy later), some new sneakers. (Yea, been buying a bunch of stuff since its all cheap in America). We both drink a 22oz beer and head down the street. I pretty much decide my opener will be about my new glasses, asking how they look on me.

We get inside and take a seat at the bar. Order a pitcher of bud light for $5 (like 3 pounds). I take notice of the people around. A few prospects, but am figuring out the social dynamics of all the groups. Some married (rings), some seem to be bf/gf. Some appear single, and are talking to an old guy. We just drink up and watch American football.

A large group of guys stroll in. And I notice they are British (Can tell Brits now by face). So I drink up and pour myself a fresh one and go open them up. Just some talk about where in Britain they are from and what they doing here. I head back to Jerome, and open up this married chick with her single friend who were being chatted up by the old guy. They think my glasses look good and I make fun conversation with them. As is normal, I don't remember much about what is said. If you have been out with me, you know I just get on a roll and spout a lot of good stuff to keep the energy and fun talking up. Married chick is the Alpha and keeps on talking, while her shy friend doesn't say much. Husband comes over and gets in, but he is real cool and soon asks if I want to have a threesome with them. Which I accept, but say I am actually hitting on her friend right here, and have been this whole time. Husband keeps the fun rolling by accusing me of trying to steal his wife. More talking, then I excuse myself and head to the bathroom.

Coming out of the bathroom, I again join my friend and watch the game. Two new girls stroll in and take a seat kitty-corner from us. They are HB8 (27 y.o) and HB7. HB8 soon gets hit on by one of the younger Brits. I get some glances from HBtiny (she is 4'9", 25 y.o, has 9 tattoos and is like a punk rocker chick), but she coulldn't tell I noticed them. I finish my beer and head over and open her up with my glasses opener. She also likes them, and tells me that glasses are sexy. Playful banter back and forth and she goes to the bathroom. I turn around and reopen married chick and shy girl. Talk with them about 5 min and HBtiny seems bored so I leave convo and talk with her again. She accuses me of knowing I am not going to get sex from her that night and so and trying with those other girls. Score! Whenever a woman brings up that she isn't going to have sex with you, just means you gotta play your cards right and you will get some. I joke around with her and am getting good vibes.

Now I do something that I haven't done in awhile and use the strawberry fields with her. I had been noticing a sticking point in my game, which I narrowed down to a lack of DHV in my convos. Play the game and her wall is 5' high, she eats 10 strawberrys and feels happy because the farmer fed her. I tell her that means she will only have sex with men that she feels are more then her equals. That 10 strawberrys is about avg, means she enjoys sex, but isnt a slut but has about and average amount of sex partners. And she feels no regrets after having sex.
She nods after all my answers and it really shows in an increase in her attraction for me. So I decide to do another one, and she easily agrees. I isolate her in a booth by the window and do the Cube. Won't go into details with that, but she says I was 95% correct in my judgement about her answers. I say its wonderful and I feel a real connection with her, and she agrees about the same with me. I tell her that I am going to kiss her now, and she smiles, and we do.

More talk about the rare times that you can actually find someone that you connect with and how special these times are. I tell her about how I must have known I was going to meet her, because of my shirt with the stars. She is all about stars. Her jeans had stars going down the legs, all her tatoos have something to do with stars, her purse has a star zipper thing. Her email address includes star in it.

The rest of the time there, we dance, we kiss, we have fun. I make friends with the British dude who is my wing by default. HB8 is really into the British accent and when it is time to leave, we head back to British dudes hotel because he has a room that is actually two rooms. HBtiny and myself get the fold out couch. I blow past some physical LMR (pushing my hand away from her jeans button/zipper) by just bumping up her BT by more dry humping and groping. I am told that I gave her the most orgasms in a single lay then any other guy she has been with. I get that "WOW! Where did you learn that?!" Which I just laugh off. HB8 and British dude had a good time, since we heard it all too.