| Here's a few highlights from this weekend.
I was cruising around with Paladin. On Friday, we decided to hit up a place that had free beer from 8 to 11. We were literally the only white guys in the place. Picture ghetto hoochie mamas prancing around in clothes that were too tight. Thug wannabes standing against the walls and scanning the room like the scavengers that they are.
There were a few cute ones though. One such cutie was a short black girl with a tight body. I had gone to take a piss and when I got back to the bar where Paladin was, she was sitting on the bar a few feet to his right. He was chatting up another girl, so I locked eyes with the girl on the bar and went in.
My club style always has been fairly aggressive, but as some of you may know, I'm simply out of practice. It's really not hard to fix that though...just go out and start doing it!
I approached the cutie and without a word, I pick her up off of the bar, turn her around and push her back to the wall behind us. She is enjoying every second of it. DDB, giggles, kino. I gaze into her eyes and put my hand on the small of her lower back. I go under her shirt. I caress her skin. I go in for a kiss and then...
"Yo dog! Das my lil cousin!"
It's a rather large thug wannabe. I imagine he's used to white guys being intimidated by him, but to me, he looks ridiculous. He's tall and he's big, but it's a fat big. He's wearing an over sized orange shirt. He looks like a big pumpkin. Before I can say anything to him, a short and fat black girl that must have been a friend of the little cousin comes in to handle my light work.
I didn't hear what was said, but this short fat chick got up in pumpkin boy's face and gave him a verbal lashing. She was like a fucking badger. It was vicious.
I was just about to go back to the cutie, but after assessing the situation for a moment (and having a laugh to myself at the fat badger's defense of me), I decided it wouldn't be a good idea. There was four more thug wannabes lined up along the wall next to Pumpkin boy and they just looked like the type of dudes that might instigate a "nigga moment" (cr: Boondocks).
Lesson learned though. Aggressive and direct is attractive. Better logistics would have been ideal, but that was a fun set regardless.
On Saturday night, my band was playing a show at this dive bar. When TheAviator and I showed up, the place was pretty dead. There was a handful of people sitting around the bar and a few more barflys playing pool at the back of the room.
That didn't bother me though. I love to play for any audience, regardless of the size. And they were paying us in beer so I was happy.
Earlier this week, during practice, our guitar player's girlfriend had brought a cute friend of hers to our rehearsal. Her face was ok, but her body was fucking TIGHT. I didn't game her at all that night as I was focused on practice, but I did make a mental note to do so at my leisure.
I got my chance on Saturday as she showed up with our guitar player's girlfriend at the gig.
Only problem was, she showed up with this tall, good-looking guy that she introduced to all of us as her boyfriend. I got a little disappointed about it at first and decided to forget about her.
My band doesn't have a whole lot of original material. When our guitar player got the gig, they asked him to play for three hours. We only have about an hour of our own songs, so the way we worked it was like this:
Guitar player would play cover songs by himself for an hour, leaving TheAviator and I to mingle, socialize or simply sit and chat while tossing back a few beers. After an hour of cover songs and about three beers and two shots, he called us up to join him on stage.
We played for a half hour. We really rocked it. I could tell that our practice has payed off. When we got done with the first half of our songs, he told everyone that we were going to take a break but that we'd be back.
TheAviator and I went back to our original table, but the guitar player's girlfriend came over and asked us to come sit with the group. We joined them at their table.
I was sitting there, leaning back in my chair, legs spread, arm on the back of another chair, drinking a beer. I felt fucking GOOD about how we had just played.
Then she sits next to me. I look to my left to see the cute friend with the tight body and the boyfriend. He's sitting a few chairs away. He can see us, but he can't hear us.
Little fun snippet about this girl: whenever she says hello or goodbye, she likes to give a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She does it to everyone. She had done it at rehearsal the other night when she left and she had done it when she showed up at the gig that night.
I lean in and speak directly into her ear.
Johnny: You know...you gotta stop kissing me on the cheek like you do...you keep giving me a tingle where the bad man touched me
KAPOW!
She giggles and smiles from ear to ear. She is smiling so big that her eyes are almost squeezed shut.
Johnny: Ok ok...I'm just kidding...no bad man touched me...but you do give me a tingle
Giggles, smiles, attract attract attract.
Johnny: So tell me...on a scale of one to ten, how serious are you with that guy?
Her: Well, I just got out of a marriage, so I'm not really looking to be serious with anyone
Johnny: But you introduced him as your boyfriend, so what? Like a 6?
Her: Haha...I don't know
Johnny: Do you have any kids?
Her: No, no kids
Johnny: You should totally have kids some day
Her: Why?
Johnny: Cause you've got a lot of love to give
Her: Haha...yeah...I do
Johnny: Me and you would have beautiful kids, what color are your eyes?
I couldn't tell because she's been smiling the whole time and it's been causing her to squint.
Her: They're brown
Johnny: We would have the most beautiful hazel eyed children. See, your kids with him would be tall, but our kids would be better looking...and have better personalities.
Her: Haha...you are so bad!
Johnny: You don't know the half of it girl...matter of fact, if you weren't here with him, I'd take you out to that parking lot and fuck your brains out right fucking now
She bites her lip. Someone is getting horny...
Her: Is that so
Johnny: Count on it
Her: Well I guess we'll just have to see how serious he turns out to be
Johnny: Sounds like a plan...keep coming to practice.
She ended up sitting with her boyfriend. I ended up sitting with the guys and drinking some more. Again, shitty logistics.
We got up and played another half hour set and then the place was closing. After we loaded up the gear, the cutie came up to me. She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.
Her: Are you going over to (guitar player/girlfriend's) house?
Johnny: I can't...I've got a ton of stuff I gotta do...I'll see you next time though.
Her: You do that.
Aggressive, direct, powerful=hot. _________________ Johnny
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