| Hey guys,
Sunday night I'm out with two of my friends we were trying to salvage the night after another friend got wasted and went home.
We walk into the bar which has a decent crowd but from the looks of things everyone is in a group. I go to the bar to order us drinks. Now I'm a bit of a dapper dresser, in fact that's my brand and business so I've been getting complements (90% from guys) all night on my made to measure suit. This was the first time I wore it in public.
While at the bar waiting for the bartender there were two ladies sitting behind me. One of them open me by asking me what I was drinking. We started chatting. While this is happening my two friends are talking amongst themselves a couple feet away. The beers come, we toast...I go back to talking to the girl.
At this point I'm giving 90% of my attention to the girl who opened me, short hair, blond Swedish girl. Occasionally I would bring her friend into the conversation. I tried to motion for my friends to come over to occupy the friend, eventually they do and we all start chatting together. All is good until....
My friends realize the other Swedish friend isn't as receptive, she's talking, laughing but not really receptive to anything else. But me on the other hand, inches away, I'm getting IOI's left and right. Here's the set up
WingA
Me Blond Brunette WingB
----Bar------------
Wing A start's hitting on the blond, competing with me in fact. While this was happening I didn't really see it as that. I took it as playful teasing.
The night goes on and the blond is really digging me, I didn't make any strong moves like kissing because we were in the group, and I know trying to isolate her wasn't happening. Her brunette friend was ON POINT. My girl was a little more relaxed, noticeably buzzed.
After about two hours we're all ready to leave. They live in Jersey, the bar is near Times Square NY. Wing A drove, Wing B lives in the area and the car is a 2+2 coupe. I'm feeling good, I tell Wing A lets take them, it's 3:30, what kind of guys would we be. If it wasn't for us they would have left already. He agrees.
We get outside walking towards the car. Wing B is talking to the Brunette and somehow WingA is walking side by side with the blonde. Cockblocking. We get to the car and we know we all can't fit. Wing B lives near by so he says bye to everyone and heads home. WingB was following the rules to the very end he occupied the friend. I get in the back with the blonde, the friend sits in the front with Wing A.
While we're driving I'm doing light kino. Wing A is grilling me through the rear view mirror, occasionally flipping me off. Not in anger, it was playful but still. All the while he isn't paying any attention to the girl next to him who's in her phone.
By time we get to the house, Wing A and I have to take a wiz something serious. So we're expecting to get invited in. The girls don't live together, we're at the friend's house. We all get out the car and the brunette goes off to the side and starts texting almost as if she was making arrangements. I'm assuming of course.
Wing A starts occupying the blonde and I'm totally at the mercy of my bladder at this point. Next thing I know, the brunette is gone. I asked the blonde "is it possible for us to use the restroom"...."I don't think so she, replied...do you have somewhere else to go?".....I response "we have to get out of here NOW cuz I have to go". She leaves, him and I drive a few feet to a place we can relive ourselves. The night is over.
On the drive back Wing A: "We could have both had her".....ugh
While we were in the bar, I give her my phone to put in her number because I was only at 2%.
After the night was over I texted: Nice meeting you (name). We'll be in touch -Ty (4:20am)
No reply
The next day I text: How's my Swedish cutie? Are you going to be in the city this week? We should do lunch.
No reply
Is this a done deal? Should I call? She put her full name so I can reach her on Facebook...should I?
Also Wing A needs to be schooled on Winging. A group of us are going to Vegas in August, this can't repeat.
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