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"I'm interested in a pink single barrelled pump action yogurt cannon," was what captivated my attention. I was about five minutes into the set when she popped that comment out.
"I think we're gonna need a shot for this," I replied. After all, she had bought me a beer about a minute and a half into the whole deal.
I was bringing out my A-game tonight, and it was flawless. Almost an hour at the bar... and it was closing time.
"Let's get a cab," I suggested. After all, I had a few too many in me to legally drive myself, and she was ahead of me by the time I got to her.
"Can't, my husband's giving me a ride home." A ring slips back onto her finger, and the jealous looking guy across the bar comes over - no longer jealous.
"It's a fetish..." he began to explain. The rest was somewhat drowned out in disbelief perfectly mixed with Captain Morgan. It ended in, "Enjoy the rest of your night."
Through osmosis, I learned that they frequented bars, pretending to be the 'unreachable girl and the guy with an obsession' as it was put. I played my part perfectly, it was how they got turned on.
It wasn't all wasted time, however. I made out with the girl, at the bar, in front of her husband, with lots of heavy petting involved. I almost asked if I could join in the fun, but I figured that if that were part of the plan, I would've been invited. I was commended on my excellent game, that she hasn't had someone turn her on like that ever before (thank you Gunwitch!). They kind of lingered for a few minutes. My guess is, to see what my reaction would be.
If I were an AFC, I would be crushed. Most men are. Most men would go home and cry. I simply turned around and talked to a set at a table near the bar that was just out of earshot of the whole ordeal. Granted, I went home and fapped to no end. It was exciting in a weird sort of way. The only loss I really feel right now is that I could've spent that time on another girl and actually be writing a LR tomorrow instead of this tonight.
The simple fact is: I got played. Imagining myself a year ago, I would have actually invested some time, money, and emotion into the budding relationship (as short lived as it would have been... I live nearly a thousand miles away). It would have hurt. Bad.
I'm guessing that they do this on a weekly basis... Go out, build a guy up, and tear everything away at the last minute.
It's a cruel world we live in, gentlemen!
AHHH so that was you.... sorry bout that!!!"I think we're gonna need a shot for this," I replied. After all, she had bought me a beer about a minute and a half into the whole deal.
I was bringing out my A-game tonight, and it was flawless. Almost an hour at the bar... and it was closing time.
"Let's get a cab," I suggested. After all, I had a few too many in me to legally drive myself, and she was ahead of me by the time I got to her.
"Can't, my husband's giving me a ride home." A ring slips back onto her finger, and the jealous looking guy across the bar comes over - no longer jealous.
"It's a fetish..." he began to explain. The rest was somewhat drowned out in disbelief perfectly mixed with Captain Morgan. It ended in, "Enjoy the rest of your night."
Through osmosis, I learned that they frequented bars, pretending to be the 'unreachable girl and the guy with an obsession' as it was put. I played my part perfectly, it was how they got turned on.
It wasn't all wasted time, however. I made out with the girl, at the bar, in front of her husband, with lots of heavy petting involved. I almost asked if I could join in the fun, but I figured that if that were part of the plan, I would've been invited. I was commended on my excellent game, that she hasn't had someone turn her on like that ever before (thank you Gunwitch!). They kind of lingered for a few minutes. My guess is, to see what my reaction would be.
If I were an AFC, I would be crushed. Most men are. Most men would go home and cry. I simply turned around and talked to a set at a table near the bar that was just out of earshot of the whole ordeal. Granted, I went home and fapped to no end. It was exciting in a weird sort of way. The only loss I really feel right now is that I could've spent that time on another girl and actually be writing a LR tomorrow instead of this tonight.
The simple fact is: I got played. Imagining myself a year ago, I would have actually invested some time, money, and emotion into the budding relationship (as short lived as it would have been... I live nearly a thousand miles away). It would have hurt. Bad.
I'm guessing that they do this on a weekly basis... Go out, build a guy up, and tear everything away at the last minute.
It's a cruel world we live in, gentlemen!
jk... that's a funny story tho
