Continuation of the Fourth of July weekend
Last off, I left you guys with that Thursday, June 30, 2011 report.
Low and behold, that same girl from that night continuously texted me all weekend. Now before I forget, I will describe my weekend in as much fun detail as possible, but back to this girl from the other night.
All weekend I received texts from her. Also, from experience with older girls (and I don't mean old old, but over 25), they tend to be straightforward and do not bullsh1t with the tip toeing. So what i call, treading the water, is when you throw in a few texts to see how receptive she is to what you are talking about, specifically, sexual things. You start off slow, with little comments about making out, wishing you had more alone time in a dark corner, etc etc. Depending on how she replies back, you either leave it as is, or you keep her wanting more. So, when I told her I wish I had a dark corner to myself that night, she stated she wished I was shirtless making out with her. With my witty charm I said, it isn't fair I was shirtless and she wasn't. And she stated she never said she wasn't. So before i bore you with every single text detail, today, I received a text of how she wants to take me in a jacuzzi while I grab her hair and ravage her with all my might. This Sexual Tension is just building. I cannot wait to meet up again. (But I won't tell her that of course lol)
So... July 1, 2011
I met up with a girl I met the week prior. How me and her met was actually kind of clutch in a way.
So it was the Friday 1 week prior to July 1st. I go to the local bars in the area. I am with 2 friends. Both are kind of wasted beyond being able to wing man it, (I was DD so I was slightly sober). A realization came to mind that night. I am sure we all probably have heard of negging a girl. What a neg does is places a girl down a notch from where she thinks she is. And remember, thinks is the important phrase, because majority of girls are truly a lot lower than they thing they are anyway.
So, a neg in essence places a girl down a notch. In turn, this creates a sense of justification that the girl needs to show to you in order for you to accept her again. Now, think back on how many times you have seen a girl fall or drop a glass. Now think back at how many times you have done the same, and how silly you felt. The girl doesn't feel any different than you would have. So, I saw a girl drop a glass and immediately went up to her friend, crossed my arms, and shook my head. (all in a flirtatious joking way). I helped kick the glass aside a bit because they had flip flops on, but in the meantime, the one friend I stood next to immediately stated it wasn't her who dropped the glass. I said, "sure it wasn't. I am so judging you guys right now." - - - AGAIN, this was all in a joking manner where my tone was purely to joke and not mean it in any harsh way. So, that same girl must of told me 4 times how it wasn't her and it was her friend. She even went on to apologize to me. So, I ended the convo in about ten minutes, asked how to continue this conversation at a later time. She offered to take down my number. Score.
So, July 1, 2011. I take her on a little bar date. I take her to some bars that aren't took loud, but also aren't completely dead. We play a game of darts in which I bet her if I win, she has to take a shot.
I ended up winning and she actually did take the shot.
She met up with her friends also, where 2 of them were guys, 1 a girl. So now everybody's worst enemy just arrived, the oddity. Who would be that oddity? Not me. I showed them a magic trick (vanishing a match stick. If you do not know how to do this, I suggest learn, it is easy and very impressive). I immediately became more mysterious to them than before.
After a few drinks and two different bars, the group of friends were hungry. I, on the other hand, actually wanted to get some sleep. I drove her there so we said we would meet her friends at the diner. We never got to the diner because we ended up going into my car where we passionately made out, turned into touching, which turned into her wanting to go back to my place. So, all in all, successful night.
July 2nd, 2011
Booked a hotel room in a well known bar town. Also, July 3rd is my birthday so I wanted to go all out. And the only way to go all out is to make sure ALL your friends are drinking and having fun. So, no DD, no need for taxi.
We began to pre-game in the room. A girl I actually met offline was texting me and going to the same exact bar town I was. It was around 8 and I asked her why she was going so early. She didn't really have a good answer so I offered that her and her friends can come pre-game in the room. I actually didn't expect for her to actually come with 2 friends, but she did. Mind you, I have NEVER hung out with her yet. This was the first encounter.
When they arrived, it was a little awkward at first, but soon lightened up after the first shot of vodka. One of her friends was completely standoffish and stood there on her phone the entire time.
The song, "teach me how to dougie" came on and she immediately bragged how she knew how to do it. So we asked her to. She actually got up and began to do it. She was pretty decent at it, but my friend then asked her, "What is that? Are you teaching us how to willie?" This got a laugh from everyone, but her. It was okay though because like any neg, it made her want to justify herself to us.
They ended up leaving and heading to the same bar we were going to go. We got a taxi and headed that way. When we entered, I waved to them but made my way over to the other side of the bar. Eventually they made their way to us. Shot after shot and dance after dance, the one that I met online just started making out with me. The sexual tension was building and building. She said she would wait until 12 to say Happy Birthday to me. So, after a happy birthday, and another make out session, she left. At this point, I was completely gone so any possibility of me meeting a girl was thrown out the window.
July 3rd, 2011.
Checked into another hotel, this one with a pool.
Sitting poolside, drinking beers. PRe-gaming a little early, but oh well. The town was having it's annual fireworks display over the river. Ended up watching the fireworks and heading to that same bar from last night. But, right before I walked into that bar, a street vendor from the fireworks festivities was selling light up items. Now, from years of experience and college parties, I have come to the realization maybe even factual conclusion that girls love sh1t that lights up. I browsed the plethora of light up items and came across one item that intertwined the best of two worlds, a light up pacifier. I figured, hey, it lights up and you can suck on it. Girls love that weird sh1t. So i bought it. Perfect for a slight peacock effect.
On this night, they had a live band karaoke thing going. What this is, is, a live band plays a song you pick, and you sing. It was actually a lot of fun and an amazing experience.
I see a girl next to me, eyeing me up. Short, red hair, with that dirty naughty look to her. Again, I would of introduced myself in some fancy way, but I was drunk, I felt good, and she was staring at me. So I asked her if she was going to sing. She said yes. She told me she was going to sing "I Love ROck and Roll". Now, to get a girl to feel comfortable with you, you have to make her laugh. I am a firm believer in this. So, i tried to make it a joke.. "Oh yeah, is that the new 50 cent song?"
There are a variety of girls in this world, but immediately, from her response, I knew she was just the flat out dumb kind. She took me literally and replied, "Nooooo. It's a girl who sings the song. Not 50 cent" While giggling. Such a shame. I saw her and was like wow, she might be witty and sexy. She was just only sexy. So i told her who actually sang the song was Joan Jett.
Anyway, that same girl from the previous night came to say Hi, and we ended up making out. She also said she needed a place to stay and I offered my hotel room. She accepted and told me she had a birthday surprise for me. (Now, I could of easily went back and done the deed, but my friend was in dire need of a girl also). So, the perfect opportunity presented itself.
The girl who was coming back to the room saw a group of guys she knew and began talking with them. I am not the jealous or easily scared guy. I didn't care. My theory is, "I know I am more interesting than them because you came to this bar for me. So take your time." However, as I look at where my friend is standing, all alone in his drunken state of mind, that girl from earlier is there. So i began to flirt with her a little. Talked with her about how her shirt looked like zebra stripes and then pretended to not be able to see her.
After a maybe 2 minutes conversation, I walked away again saying I was going to get myself a drink. At this time, i noticed she kind of looked upset. Also, the girl that was heading back to my room was nearing. So i made my way to the bar. Low and behold, ditsy girl makes her way also. Hotel room girl stood by the stage with some girl she knew. Ditsy girl looks at me and says, "I just don't get you. One second, you talk to me, the next you don't. Why don't you want to talk with me?" I replied in ignorance saying that I had no clue what she was talking about because I was just being a friendly guy who was making jokes. I asked her then why I should talk to her. She gave me probably the most boring reply of, "because I am fun." She then asked who the girl I was standing by was, as I replied my friend. She then asked how come I wouldn't dance with her. I said that's because I only dance with girls who buy me a drink. So she did
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After she ordered the drink, she actually had to leave, but gave me her number.
As she left, I went back to the other girl, and ended up bringing her back to the room. She wanted to be a "good girl" so I continued to tell her "not" to think about me kissing her every inch of skin.
I was actually hoping she wasn't serious because she did promise me a birthday surprise. I am really not sure how surprised I was by what happened, but hey, I enjoyed it.