| Dudes, I've been checking out the forums for a while, but have been out of the game for years . Last week I went out to a pub I go to pretty often looking to at least open some sets and try to #close a few. In the bottom of the pub is a game room and had poker going. HB8 was at bar, actually had met her briefly a few monthes prior (I have a good memory for hot chicks). I signed up to play at the same table as the HB8 and figured I move in more there. I've got rock solid inner game, so I don't sweat the 3sec rule so much. I entered with the smile, moved to some groups of people I knew, center of attention and all that crap, but basically ignoring her so far.
I sat down next to her to play cards. As we played I made a few 1 liner jokes based on what was going on during the game, which got a couple giggles, initiated some keno, touching her knee briefly as we talked. I noticed she kept twisting a ring on her finger.
ME: I noticed you keep fingering that ring. Can I see it?
HB8: Sure (takes it off and hands it to me, which jacks up the keno I was going for)
ME: (Inspecting it first, then hand back) Looks like dollar store to me. (Didn't come out quite as smooth as I would have liked, but not bad).
HB8: No, its antique, blah, blah, blah
Then she starts keno'ing me, going on about these antique rings.
I lose, have to sit out, so go sit at the bar. About 10 min. later HB8 sits 2 chairs away and starts talking to me again. I neg her again (standard neg, nice blouse, 3 one I've seen tonight), and she says thanks, but looks like she can't tell if I just insulted her.
A guy she knows sits between us, so now I'm wondering who the fuck is he, but, I direct my conversation to him, ignoring HB8 for the time being. Tell some funny stories I know, everyone laughs.
ME: How do you guys know each other?
AMOG: We don't.
I took this as a sign to press on with HB8.
HB8: Are you really a doctor? (I'm wearing a t-shirt, "Trust me, I'm a doctor")
ME: I am tonight.
AMOG: No, really, what do you do:
ME: I'm a disposable lighter repair man. Working my way up to zippo's. (they both laugh).
AMOG: No, really?
ME: Ok, I'll be a doctor tonight.
The 3 of us talk for a while longer, then AMOG gets up. I slide over to HB8, ask for her hands, start back up with the keno. Talking about whatever. Her body language kept copying mine, I moved a couple times just to see if she would and she did (never paid that much attention to it before), so I knew she was really into me. We talk about tons of shit, not even sure what. She starts talking about how she has a cigar she's been saving for like a 1 1/2 yrs for something special. I tell her, cool, we'll go out and smoke it as soon as I'm done with my beer.
Its like 2am when we go out to smoke, like 5 hours total I've been fucking around with this chick. She's all giggling, not saying much.
ME: You want to kiss me. (From Mystery or Style I think, but worked perfect).
Giggled some more, then "yes", as she's all up on me.
We make out for a while
HB8: It's getting cold.
ME: We should go somewhere.
HB8: Do you want me to follow you, or do you want to drive?
ME: I'll drive, I'll just bring you back in the morning.
HB8: (laughs a little) In the morning, huh?
ME: I can bring you back a little sooner if you need me to. (Implying that we were going to go fuck, and I didn't care when she left after we were done)
HB8: No, morning works fine.
Sorry dudes, long ass story, but was a long night (about 6 hrs from meet to fuck, so just about right.) Took her home, fucked until about 8am, ended up missing work, but damn was it worth it. Phenomenal in the sack. Super cool chick, too. Went out a few times last week, hooking up later. Last thing she said to me the other day, I've got a friend who's dying to have a threesome with me. So, will let you know how that goes. Friend is a HB7, but hey....
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