This was a great learning experience for me. The more I think about it, the more I realize what I can do next time I am in a situation like this. We had an HB-8 there with us. And she was making out with my friend. And she went and had a cigarette with the stripper I was with and they were becoming best friends.

How did me and my friend not think to get them both to come back to his place? I swear, the higher IQ you have, the more retarded you become in situations like this. My mind just evaporates. For days apparently. We could have and should have fucked them both that night. Instead I got the number and we left. I'm so kicking myself. Plus I was at a VIP pool party at a club promoter's mansion the next day when I called her. Did I mention that? Nope. I just said "Hey, it's Kevin. Great meeting you. Give me a call back when you get a chance." But if I had told her I was at a mansion pool party full of models overlooking some beautiful hills and she should grab her bikini, then she might've actually got back to me. But still, she should've already been there with me after staying the night with me. Sigh.