Our Fraternity's formal was just this past weekend, but the meat and potatoes of this story lies in the journey I took in actually getting my date before we even went down to Panama City Beach.
Several weeks before formal, I had arranged to have HBBibleThumper as my date. I go to school in New Orleans and our formal was in Florida, but HBBibleThumper lives in California. She was going to fly down to come to formal with me. She's a gorgeous redhead in her mid 20s whom I've been gaming online. Oh, and she has a fiance.
Using a bunch of stuff that I can't remember, including NLP, just over the internet, I had convinced her to get out of her shitty relationship with her possessive douche of a fiance and come to formal. I got her all excited by describing how much fun it would be and how I would do very naughty things to her. Apparently I "made her feel dirty." hehe
Then one day I saw an away message she had up saying that she went to church. Ever since then she hadn't spoken to me. Did the light of religion show her that she was supposed to feel bad for letting me make her feel good? I was cockblocked by God.
Luckily for me I had two backup dates arranged. Now I was going to take HBBusyBee, but she canceled on me just a few nights before formal! Why? She found out she had like 3 papers due on Monday or something. Oh well. I did ask her kind of late in the game anyway. This is when I turned to my other backup, HBNoCrawfish (from another LR).
Guess what? Apparently another one of my brothers already asked HBNoCrawfish to the same formal. So, there I was, just a couple days before formal, and I was dateless. Time to turn on some high-octane gears.
I got in touch with dozens of girls I knew, but there weren't too many available fish in the sea. Every Fraternity at our school but two were having their formals on the same weekend and most of the hot girls were already going to some formal somewhere. What the fuck is this shit? My thanks go out to KA and ZBT for not being retarded and scheduling their formals on different weekends. Unfortunately for me, Sigma Chi was one of the retards that scheduled their formal on the same weekend as everybody else.
So comes the night before formal. It's Thursday night and we were leaving Friday afternoon. I ended up calling this graduate student I met last year. I don't even know why I still had her number. I met her outside of a college bar when I was a first semester freshman and went on one date with her which kinda sucked. I hadn't spoken to her since. Surprisingly, she was eager about the idea of going to Panama City Beach for the weekend with some young frat boy she hadn't spoken to in over a year. However, she had to watch over her grandmother that weekend, but there was a possibility that her brother could fill in for her. She got in touch with her brother, but he couldn't fill in for her. Fuck.
9 PM Thursday night. I'm starting to stress out a little.
I got in touch with some sorority girls who are already going to our formal to see if any of their friends wanted to go. I was cool with taking a blind date.
10 PM. FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-
Fortunately, one of my other brothers was in the same boat as me, as his date canceled on him on Wednesday. He got in touch with a sorority girl through someone else, and that girl's roommate, HBReallyFuckingDrunk, also wanted to go. So, HBReallyFuckingDrunk ended up being my blind date. I called her up. She sounded fun.
I checked her facebook and she's listed as "In a relationship." Now, most people would rage over this, but I was just like
I love challenges when it comes to pickup. I also think affairs are hot.
Friday arrives. I meet HBReallyFuckingDrunk at the Sigma Chi house. She's even prettier in person than in her facebook pictures.
During formal at Panama City Beach I didn't actually run too much game. The only thing I did that I usually do in terms of verbal game was to tell her about my discretion. I changed my usual routine up a little, though. Now I start off with "Can you keep a secret?" Because asking "Are you discreet?" right off the bat isn't as intriguing.
Chief: Can you keep a secret?
HB: (Always says yes)
Chief: Cool.
-pause in conversation-
HB: Are you going to tell me the secret?
Chief: Well I was just checking if you could keep a secret because I like being discreet.
A little routine like this functions as something to lower the ASD (Anti Slut Defense), and I guess it also creates some intrigue.
Now, all this shit very much falls in the category of "college game." Those of you reading this who are out in the real world picking up 25 year old women in clubs won't really get much out of this. I say this because the rules of college game and "real life game" are in many ways contradictory. For instance, using alcohol to pick up during real life game is usually a bad idea. In college, however, it's a standard you can almost never neglect.
During one of the events of Saturday, all of us got really shitfaced. My date got especially drunk, and thus I christen her with the name HBReallyFuckingDrunk.
While we were both intoxicated, I started to unleash my barrage of verbal and kino SOIs. Now she knows for sure that I'm into her. Despite whatever indirect game proponents say, this is a good thing.
We got back to our room, took turns to shower, and got dressed for the formal dinner. While I sobered up little by little, she just seemed to get progressively more and more drunk as she talked on the phone with her boyfriend from back home. They must have been high school sweethearts that didn't break up during their transition to college. After she said "I love you, too" to her boyfriend and hung up the phone, she started playing with herself and told me, "come here." Sweet. I think that was my first time fucking a girl while she was in a dress.
After some fun times, we went to the formal dinner. I had the most drunk date there. Shit was hilarious and embarrassing at the same time, but more hilarious than anything else. I fingered her underneath the table and I was trying to be discreet about it, but I'm pretty sure everyone around noticed.
After dinner, HBReallyFuckingDrunk, her roommate HBSomeoneElsesDate, and I all decide to take a nap instead of joining in on the next event with everyone else. My date told the other girl, "HBSomeoneElsesDate don't fuck Chief because I already fucked him." While HBReallyFuckingDrunk wasn't watching, I felt up HBSomeoneElsesDate's entire body. She played along and pretended like nothing was happening. Nothing more happened, though, because HBSomeoneElsesDate's date came in to retrieve her. I just sat there innocently like nothing happened as we were all half naked. HBSomeoneElsesDate and her date left me and my date alone.
After we both sobered up, more fun shit went down. The sex was better the second time.
CHAT