WED:I cannot remember. xD.

THURS:Hell of a day.

Starts with History,and a HB8 who's # I got already.While writing down the teacher's notes,we passed a few private ones back and forth.

She's interested.Push-Pull in order.

I leave,take my 3 hour lunch break(:)).I run into my homies from the hometown.

One(Natural),still cant find women on campus(All of them are off campus),and my other friend is putting in work with a friend of one girl I know.

...but this is not about them.This is my story.

Later,English class.Dead.Only one attractive girl(At most,a ,and the rest are 5-6s with boring personalities.

Attractive girl was working.I was working.

No action there.

Later,I go to the game room to practice my pool skills.Two latina HBs(7 and 9)are there.I talk to 7 first.She's shady.9 is more receptive and friendly.We talk about pool,and I challenge her.She says she's alright for now.I neg a lil more.She smiles.

...no # close.She said another time.

...another time my ass.Her loss.

Then,spent 5:30-8:00 doing HW(Why else did I go to college),then,a chi brother hit me up

"Dude.Party at the house."

...Time for war.

I get to Chi.They are still starting(Beer pong table,and 9 girls).

Too early to officialy open.So I go to some of the girls,say hi,put it out there.

...scene is primed.Time for fun.

4 game winning streak later,I lose.By this time,number of girls tripled,and dudes were normal.Unlike most situations with guys there,there was fair comp everywhere(Frat bros always get the girls).

No difference.I am BlackBull.I transcend society's stupid standards.

I open up every girl there.

...not one rejected me.(Lesson guys:confidence is everything).

There were two sets that stood out

1)HB8,HB7(The 7 was grinding the hell out of me.8 was a bore. )
2)HB9,HB7(HB7 was a bore,HB9 was trying to pull me away).

Well,apparently,the HB9 passed me in the halls,and supposedly,I didnt even say hi.I was like "Ridiculous!You forgot me!"

She was like "Dont play it off.You know you forgot".

(Arent women funny?)

Anyway,skipped qualification(Not necessary),and she told me bout her,and a bit bout me.

She gave me her # without me asking.

(Maybe it was the elephant pendant I wore.)

As for crazy people,well,some old girl I knew from HS completely ignored me(Apparently,someone forgot that college is a new start,and rep doesn't count anymore...fuck her.)

And our TKE chapter consists of nutcases(TKE,or Tau Kappa Epsilon,is one of the wealthiest and prestigious frats existent.In most colleges,they call the shots in greek meetings.However,in Kean,they're usually raided by the cops by the hour.)

People left the TKE party...to go to Chi.Aint that something!

So after party,I get home,wake up.2 flings from HS text me.(One I texted first,the other texted me first).

...If someone had told me talking to women was this fucking easy 2 years ago,I would have told them to fuck off.

...Well,it fucking is.Women are wonderful.

The end.

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