Last night I was out seeing my favorite HB 9 for Valentine's Day. This date was spur of the moment, and before it was scheduled I had already had flowers sent to her apartment as a surprise. The card I wrote read as follows, and each line references something that has happened on each date we've had so far:

"From dirty martinis to red wine. From bad service that doesn't matter to VIP parties that don't exist. And from endless nights to infinite mornings. This has been great. Love Esperanto."

A bit hokey, I know, but its V-day and chicks love that stuff. Anyways, the flowers got her pretty primed before we even met up, and soon enough we did what we always do...drink alcohol and have great conversation. After downing a bottle of wine at her place, we continued to a local bar where we split another one. Apparently, the bar was hosting a local law school party that night, and soon enough the bar was overridden with law school students - most of whom were tragic AFCs. The AFC factor was so bad the HB 9 even commented on it, so (while a little drunk) we decided to mess with some of them by roleplaying with fake identities (we do this a lot). This time, I pretend to be a law school dropout who works at Starbucks now and is sleeping on her couch. The only reason she keeps me around is because of my "big cock." So we start telling random guys this story, with me pretending to be a coffee barrista and her bragging about my big cock, and its obviously freaking everybody out though they would have never guessed we were lying. One guy actually high-fived me concerning my "huge package." Anyways, eventually we started talking to a really nice wallflower AFC while hammered and just fucked around with him. He was obviously overwhelmed and not used to people so care-free. Soon I began giving him advice on how to approach women, as was the HB 9, and he wanted me to demonstrate on a girl...which I did by entering a 3-set with two guys and a girl. I easily stole the frame of the conversation, which apparanetly pissed off one of the AFCs in the set. Our exchange went something like this.

Him: "So do you know this girl?"

Me: (Ignoring him and talking to the HB...we were picking up on a previous conversation we had had earlier in the night)

Him: (directed towards girl) "Is this drunk guy making any sense? I guess he's just rambling on about nothing." (he's pretty pleased with himself assuming I'm a drunk idiot who just walked up to a random girl and started talking...a big no-no in the AFC world)

Me: (finally turning to him) "Excuse me. We're continuing a conversation from earlier. Do you really think I'd walk up to a random girl and speak to her as if I knew her if I didn't? I'm not some fucking idiot, buddy."

Him: (completely surprised by this) "Umm, no. I don't think you were an idiot. Just a liar."

Me: "Listen, calling someone a liar is far worse than calling them an idiot."

Him: "How so?"

Me: "You can't control your intellect, but you can control the lies you tell."
Then I turned back to the HB who was laughing at the AFC, and asked, "What kind of people do you hang out with?"

Him: "Oh, I'm sorry man. You are totally right."

Then him and the other AFC drifted away. I wasn't even trying to AMOG him, but I guess that was the natural order of things in the group. Soon enough I left the HB and went back to my group, where the original wallfower AFC just stood there amazed. I gave him more advice, and he told me that he could really use it. He also told me the HB 9 and I were the coolest couple he's ever met as typically he'd hate me for dating such a hot girl (a tragic characteristic of AFCs) but it didn't matter in this situation as we were both so funny. Soon enough we merged sets with another group and was able to pawn him off on a girl. I hope his night went well.

After the bar we went back to her place and fucked all night. My torso currently looks like I've been through a war with all the bite marks and scratch marks. I've really got to tell her to stop doing that, I look ridiculous with my shirt off now.

Hope your V-Days were just as fun.

-Esperanto

Wow man thats a fantastic valentines day story! Props man, that sounds like it was one very entertaining and fun evening. You know you are getting to a very high level of game when you AMOG someone without even realizing it but it sounds like the guy was being unnecessarily rude to you.

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I really like how you held your ground. Well done!

The guy was a classic nerd. I could tell from a mile away that he wasn't a threat. His "ironic" faded Clinton-Gore '96 throwback t-shirt covered by an unflattering zip-up hoody was contradicted by his uncharacteristically stylish thick-rimmed glasses. Guys like this are a dime a dozen in intellectual circles, and they are marked by high IQ's (which they pride themselves greatly on) coupled with acute senses of sarcasm sharpened over the years as a defense mechanism to hide any of the many insecurities that percolate just below the surface.

To some extent I used to be this guy, though I have always been able to be wacky and let loose...something these guys sorely miss out on. Regardless, if this dude got in shape, learned to tailor his fashion sense to make it provocative AS WELL AS stylish, and actually grew a pair then he could get any girl in the bar. I'm sure of it.

So thanks for the props, but AMOGing him wasn't much of an accomplishment. He was nowhere near alpha.