Another wtf nite. If I believed in God this would be irrafutable proof thay he has a sense of humor.
The Golden Girl
Not even going to lie. This nite started out as a pile ***-less sh1t. It was a blow out followed by blow out. I mean it happens. People like kobe, tiger woods and even pua legends have them. But to make it worse my wing mark was having an incredible nite. He was getting make outs, #s, everyone loved his ass. And I was going to be damned if I let him beat me. Not a hundred blow outs could make me give in. So I kept my nose to the grind.
10 30pm to 12am I arrive at mix. Hit the elevator. Blow out bananza! Hard rejection, hard rejection. Usually by this time I have my tongue wrapped around some girls tonsils. But not tonight. No is retribution nite for all the girls I never called back, for every time I lied to get a lay. Tonight im charmas bitch, that is until...
12 30am I exit the club wit my wing. Feeling like I ran a marathon with a hangover. I'm sweating, irratable and beaten. Then from no where a wild girl appears. She throws herself into my arms and says "your hot." Without a word I pick her up and start walking away with her, as her friends and mine stare stupidly after us. Either too drunk or stunned to stop me. I finally hit state and I could not be quelled. Not a cockblock, nor any form of logistical bullsh1t could stop me. I was a verbal arsenal equipped and deadly enough to handle any situation.
Or so I thought.
12 45am I throw her up against a wall and we start making out. She says let's go to my place. Ok.
1am realize she has no idea where she is going and is bound to get me lost. Grab her hand and reassert my dominance and I take her in the direction of my car. If it wasn't going to happen in her house it was happenning in my car and if not my car then an alleyway
1 30am in my car. Pull of her dress. Shes moaning, getting into it and then........she starts crying. Wtf!?! I instantly get off of her and stare at her in confusion. She stares off, sobbing a little bit and croaks "I need a fix." WHAAAAAA
She turns to me. Do you have any drugs. I most certainly do not. What bour your friends. They better not. She puts on her best pouty face and pulls out her phone. She calls her drug dealer. In my car. When he answered she began begging and pleading.
Then she starts to cry again. Ok, I had a lot to absorb in a short period of time. I pulled a junky to my car. She was crazy as fark and probably disease ridden. But one thought crossed my mind. How can I still close this bitch. Not proud of it but I play to win.
2am I have failed to close in the car becuz of her extreme mood swings. One second happy complacent. The next she was sad and pathetic. Then she would flip and becoming really angry, cursing everything in her life. Her friend eventually called and gave her an address saying I was invited to hang out. With out many options I opted to go meet up with them. Hopeing to quell the logistical issues when they arose. Find friend after a emotionally frustrating drive of her yelling and crying. I was near ready to just push her ass out of the car. When we arrived 2 people were there her friend and some creepy dork of a guy. The second I stop the friend starts to open the door and the guy comes right over the top of her and starts qualifying himself. Hey guys park right here. I got pot in my house come on its right here park right over there. He then sticks his hand out and says his name which I instantly forget. Gtfo my face I say guy gives me stunned look. I'm sorry homey he says dorkily. I read desperation on his face a mile away. He didn't know these girls and he really badly needed the sex. My girl reads it too. She grabs her friend and whispers in her ear jump in the car now. We can escape. She looks conspiriatorially at me and nods. Bitch u sure ur not high. Finally my reptilian brain was over powered by logic. This crazy bitch+the emotional trauma+possible rape and or murder made me see reason. Nobody is that horny.
In the end I left her on the rode. Do I regret it...HELL TO THE NO!!