First off, this behavior towards a female is not one I really encourage. However, since it IS actually happening, and it IS working, I'm just rolling with it. Lol.
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5th: Fri, May 20 at 5:28 PM
3 way
HB 8.5: 20 May 2011 @ 5:29 PM
Got plans tonight. Let's do it tomorrow night.
5th: 530
Unacceptable
HB 8.5: 20 May 2011 @ 5:32 PM
Should have gave me a heads up. I've texted you a couple times this week & you never respond. So I made plans.
HB 8.5: 20 May 2011 @ 5:33 PM
And I instant messaged you.
5th: 20 May 2011 @ 5:34 PM
Aight. Whatever hoe.
HB 8.5. 20 May 2011 @ 5:36 PM
Don't call me a fucking hoe cuz you thought I'd cancel whatever plans I got on the drop of a dime when you want me to.
At this point, she ends up texting my wing Dugy saying:
HB 8.5: You better check your boy 5th! He just called me a hoe. Why would he call me that!
Dugy: Cuz I told him to.
HB 8.5: Why would you tell him to call me that!?
Dugy: You bailed on him tonight.
HB 8.5: No I didn't! Blah blah blah
Back to HB 8.5 texting 5th.
HB 8.5: 20 May 2011 @ 6:00 PM
So are we doing shit tomorrow night or not? If so let me know soon so I don't make plans for tomorrow!
5th: 20 May 2011 @ 6:33 PM
Don't make plans, but we'll see. Dunno how long my buddy is going to be in North Chuck. And I told you last Friday about this shit. Since we couldn't do our thing last “Friday”, we planned for “this” Friday. And you said cool.
HB 8.5: 20 May 2011 @ 6:36 PM
You should know my memory is shit since my wreck.
HB 8.5: 20 May 2011 @ 6:37 PM
And sorry I flipped shit on you, but my dad used to call me a hoe a lot when he was drunk & yea.. I just don't like that word. There are few people I let call me that.
5th: 20 May 2011 @ 6:38 PM
I'm one of those mother fuckers!
HB 8.5: 20 May 2011 @ 6:45 PM
Grrr fine. I'll let you call me a hoe... Only you and Dugy though.
Next day
HB 8.5: 21 May 2011 @ 12:06 PM
Hey could you give me a ride home? It's really hot.
5th: 21 May 2011 @ 12:12 PM
I'm downtown right now.
HB 8.5: 21 May 2011 @ 12:13 PM
Nvm. A co-worker is taking me, but are we gonna do the 3 way tonight?
5th: 21 May 2011 @ 12:15 PM
Hell yea!
HB 8.5: 21 May 2011 @ 12:20 PM
Kk. I won't make plans.
5th: 21 May 2011 @ 4:22 PM
Six o'clock is when shit's going down!
HB 8.5: 21 May 2011 @ 4:22 PM
Y'all gonna come get me? And I gotta go to work tomorrow.
5th: 21 May 2011 @ 4:23 PM
Aight. And that's fine.
HB 8.5: 21 May 2011 @ 4:24 PM
Soooo yes y'all are gonna get me?
5th: 21 May 2011 @ 4:44 PM
Ya
HB 8.5: 21 May 2011 @ 4:45 PM
Are y'all taking me to work or bringing me back here? So I know if I need to change or not.
5th: 21 May 2011 @ 4:49 PM
We'll just see where the night takes us. So prepare for worst case scenario.
HB 8.5: 21 May 2011 @ 5:21 PM
What time y'all gonna be here?
5th: 21 May 2011 @ 5:47 PM
I'll come pick you up in a few minutes. Then we gotta go to the mall to get my other buddy.
HB 8.5: 21 May 2011 @ 5:48 PM
How many people is gonna be involved tonight? Haha.
5th: 21 May 2011 @ 5:55 PM
Two
HB 8.5: 21 May 2011 @ 5:57 PM
You and who?
This is about the time I picked her up & her place.
I did most of the talking on the way to King Street Bar & Grill. (Leading the conversation the whole time.)
We get to the restaurant, meet up with Pharaoh, and she can't come inside yet cuz she's smoking a cigarette. I tell them to chill outside & hang out & I will go get sat.
Of course the hostess had to be GORGEOUS!! I instantly turn my game up ALL the way. She had to have been one of the hottest girls I've seen all week. Literally!
We ended up clicking real well & we ended up talking to her all the way up to the point where Pharaoh & HB 8.5 come walking in. That's where I decide I need to make the close.
First closing conversation:
5th: (I stop mid conversation when I see my friends rolling up and ask) Are you single?
HB 10: Yes, actually I am.
5th: Good, give me your number. I'm going to take you Salsa Dancing! Do you know how to dance?
HB 10: Yea! I've been dancing for a while.
5th: How long & what types of dance do you do?
HB 10: I've been dancing for nine years & can can dance... (Big list of dance types. None including Salsa.)
5th: So you've never been Salsa Dancing before? (confirming the fact that she's never dance the kind of dance I know how to do.)
HB 10: No. Never.
5th: Good! You're going to have a BLAST! Honestly! I've never had so much fun this last month Salsa Dancing. Just last week, downtown, they had this “dance social” thing at a dance studio & dancing went all the way until five in the morning. (Major DHV, also projecting a future event that I will take her out to.)
HB 10: Wow! Omg! That's AMAZING! (IOI. Big time!)
5th: Aight, so here's what's going to happen. My phone is dead right now. You're my host, so automatically you know where I'm going to be sitting. I want you to come by throughout the night and chat with me & if I still like you by the end of the night, I'm going to give you the signal. That's where you casually write your number on a little napkin & just slip it to my without anyone ever noticing.
HB 10: You seem pretty cool. If you stay cool, which I think you will, I will definitely give you my number!
5th: Oh no sweat heart. You are NOT the one qualifying here!
HB 10: *grabs her stomach laughing*
5th: Aight, we need a seat hostess! We hungry & sober!!
HB 10 finds us a seat, while the whole time I'm being real picky about where I want to sit.
Now I'm about half way through my meal & half way through my first drink & HB 10 hasn't come over and said what up to me yet.
I decide that I need to be more proactive with the seduction process.
I notice that I need a napkin, cuz this burger is REAL juicy. I get up and walk right up to the hostess stand right in front of the bar.
On my way there, I notice out of the corner of my eye that HB 10 is outside setting up tables for some big party getting ready to be sat. I don't look her way ever for a second & I just keep casually walking past her. I go right up to the host station and strike up a fun little conversation with the other hostess.
HB 10 walks up right in the middle of me making the other hostess crack up uncontrollably. I of course keep on ignoring HB 10.
Why am I ignoring her?
Cuz I told her to come talk to me! Has she made the effort yet? So, Nahh.. She didn't earn my attention yet. I don't reward bad behavior. Especially when I tell her to do something & she doesn't get around to it.
I get my little napkin & I turn away and go right back to my table.
I have another drink, we finish up on our meal, we get the checks coming and still no HB 10 coming over to talk to me.
No napkin with digits on it!
This is unacceptable.
I stand up, tell my wing and HB 8.5, who Pharaoh & I are going to be railing within the next hour, that I need to get HB 10's number, brb.
I walk inside & again, I notice HB 10 out of the corner of my eye. I don't look over. However, I do start staring at the basketball game that's on the TV screen REAL intently.
I honestly don't care about basketball at ALL! I just gotta draw some positive attention over to myself for a second.
However, I'm just watching the game & all of a sudden a big play happened, and I jump up all excited, basically screaming, HELL YEA! I wave my hands around looking super excited. This cause a little scene for everyone to observe me enjoying the hell out of myself. Which I was. Basketball moments are still cool.
I don't even look at anyone as they turn their heads to see what all the commotion was about.
I continue on my path to the restroom, do my bit, walk out, & I make a “B” line to the hostess stand.
As I'm walking past her I lean over my shoulder & say:
5th: “HEY! Get the napkin ready! We're getting ready to leave.
HB 10: I'm actually gonna give you my email address and have you look me up on facebook. Will you look me up on facebook?
At this point, I know that's she's talked to all her little friends about me, and taking all sorts of crazy advice. This actually gives me the opportunity to have a bit more fun with her & challenge her a bit more as well as making a deeper connection in the comfort phase.
5th: (I look over at the other female hostess.) What's this facebook thing? No one has that! Do they?
HB 10: (laughs) Yes you do! Everyone has a facebook! You can't even TRY to play that!
5th: (BS about this for a little bit and I finally give in) Yea, I'm just playing. I have a facebook.
HB 10: Ha! I knew it! (Starts ripping a piece of paper to write down her email address.)
5th: Oh man. When you add me you're going to see all my pictures. You're even going to see all my art work!
HB 10: Omg! You're an artist?
5th: Yea.
HB 10: (Talks about how she's going to the Art Institute of Charleston. Blah blah blah.)
She's writing her email address down at this point.
I stand there & just watch her write her info down. HB 10 finally gets done writing down her info and I say:
5th: Go ahead and turn that piece of paper over and write down your phone number. I like texting.
HB 10 complies, flips the piece of paper right over & writes down her number.
We start another little conversation about dancing. Blah blah blah. I leave. BOOM!
WIN!
On the way back to my table, I end up falling into a five set. Take their picture for them.
Blah blah blah.. I had a feeling they were in high school so I consciously decided to not pull the digits.
Got back to my table, paid for the meal, & went to my place & had a three way with HB 8.5 & my wing Pharaoh.
CHAT