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Girl: HB Sweden
Location: St Kilda, Melbourne, Australia.
It’s the same night as the HB Finnish FR, actually just after she left the venue.
My Wing and I head to the pool room while the bands change and there is an 8 set playing on the table next to us, the set is opened by me, to obtain the triangle. As we start the game, casual introductions are made, I'm still demoing for my mate, showing him the ropes so to speak.
The count is 2 Swedes, 2 Brits, 1 Kiwi and 2 Canadians.
Now if history is anything to go for, I would always go for the Canadian. Something about Canadian women, that makes them easier to seduce that most other nations. If I’m in a room full of tourists, Ill always try the Canadians first. I know it’s a massive generalization, but I’ve had more luck with them than any other nationality.
So we are playing pool. Obviously we challenge them to doubles, and start splitting up the teams, southern hemisphere vs. northern hemisphere, that sort of thing. Anyway, I’ve selected the cute Canadian girl as my target, and I’m getting to work, shamelessly dropping one DHV story after another. Everyone’s giggling, were all having a good time. When all the girls head outside for some fresh air… one minute they are there… the next minute they are gone, although their bags are still there… I've seen this happen before. It’s usually a good sign.
They return, with 2 jugs of Carlton Draught. (Good work girls) and I start sidling up to my Canadian again. Although something is different, she’s no longer giving me ioi’s, she’s changed. I try to put my finger on it, but I can’t. Then the Swedish girl, (who was actually hotter) started playfully knocking my pool cue when I was taking a shot. I click, they had gone outside and organized a swap of targets. God love em.
I’m happy, my wing is happy, as the same thing has happened to him, his target was the Brit, but has now become the cute Kiwi girl.
So the Swede is knocking my pool cue, making me miss my shots. She needs to be punished. First of all she is picked up under her ribs and lifted above my head “Does anyone own this Swedish weirdo” when she continues her cheekiness, the tickling begins. I love tickling women, in most women, it changes their state instantly. They become much more playful… this is good for my style of game.
After a few more jugs of beer, they invite us to join them at a club. We eventually agree (not letting them win us over to quickly) and jump on a tram and head into the city.
On the way she’s giving me massive ioi’s sitting opposite and while talking to her friend, she’s staring at me, I play it off, seeming more interested in my conversation with the homeless guy that’s drinking wine from a cardboard box.
We get to the club and it’s down to 4 of us. Brilliant, I explain the concept of isolation to my wing and he's off like a champ. I go into comfort with this girl, and as soon as a connection is formed, I start to slowly increase Kino and start sexual suggestion, oh… and were making out by this point. So I wonder how far I can push these sexual advances. She is squirming in her seat, as I tell her what I’m going to do to her.
Logistics are a problem though. Her place is out, she’s in a hostel 12 bed dorm. My place is out…. I’m in a small 1 bedroom flat with my cousin and his girlfriend, now I need to make a decision. Do I let this one go… try to close in a dirty alley in Melbourne SPAM or get a hotel? We decide on a hotel. Only place open is the Radisson. We stop for champagne and get straight back to the room.
I'll leave out the sick and depraved details. But it was a brilliant night and my first SNL in a while. I don’t know why, but my game tends to lend itself to the Number close, 2 date formula. SNL’s are quite uncommon.
Happy sarging
Burto
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