Damn, where to start. Last night was kind of crazy but pretty fun.
The Northern and Jubilee lines are down at the moment so it’s a fucking nightmare to get anywhere. Nice one, TFL. Doing maintenance on the busiest weekend of the year so far.
I get the sorry bus to Angel to meet up with Bojangles and our mate Suri. I get there a bit earlier than them and go and order some drinks and food at our favourite Tapas restaurant. The Italian waitress who I’ve been gaming for a while now but not executed anything with keeps coming over to me and chatting, completely ignoring the other customers and she’s giggling like crazy.
Bojangles and Suri eventually arrive and only have to wait 5 minutes before the food I ordered gets there. A waiter and a new waitress comes over to bring it to us.
Me: You’re new. Who are you?
Waitress: Who am I?
Me: Yes, who are you?
Waitress: A waitress
Me: What’s your name?
Me: Are you Italian?
Waitress: Yes *giggle*
We eat and this waitress is checking me out for the rest of the time we’re there. I didn’t even do anything than what’s above. A new prospect for the future, perhaps.
We then head next door to the bar to do some night game, and as I’ve mentioned before, Jimmy’s Value Tap (he’ll post it up soon). We’re situated in the middle of the bar and all that’s there at the time were us 3 chatting to the bar staff who we’re in with and two girls in their late 20s.
We’re already laughing amongst each other and it only takes a few minutes for the girls to engage us. We introduce ourselves and Bojangles tells them to be careful because I’m dying of tonsilitis.
They get a bit weirded out because of me and naturally want to keep their distance, and I correct him and tell him not to get my conditions mixed up, and that I have AIDs, not tonsilitis.
One of the girls asks me “good AIDs or bad AIDs?”. I tell her bad AIDs and they label me AIDs-boy for the rest of the evening. Easy rapport build, but we’re not massively into them and it’s good to get socially lubricated. They were pretty girls and had tight bodies, but we knew to bide our time as there would be better talent coming in.
A guy later comes into the bar, badly dressed as per usual, and starts looking around confused. He’s doing some fucking dance trying to work out if the girl he’s looking at is the one he’s supposed to meet whilst us 3 are looking at him confused. I later asked the girl if they met online, she denied it.
The bar fills up pretty quickly and we’re unmoved. Me and Bojangles start turning the tap and we’re taking the piss out of the badly dressed guys, the groups of guys there with no game, and we’re draining all the value out of the place so nobody else has any chance with any girls. We’re getting eyed left, right and centre by the girls in there.
One of the girls from before comes over to our table and brings me a drink.
Girl: My mate said she feels sorry for you for having bad AIDs so she bought you a drink
Me: Well, does it have a cure in it?
Girl: Afraid not, but at least you can drink the problems away
Her mate is stood behind her awkwardly and shyly as she gives me the drink. She bought me a jagerbomb and I’m already pretty drunk, so really don’t fancy downing that. I lift it up to her and say thanks then put it down with no intention to drink it.
About 10 minutes later, she comes over to our table with her jagerbomb.
Girl: Are you gonna drink with me then?
Me: Well, I would, but my two mates will be left out and I don’t wanna do that
Girl: So they’ll have to get two drinks as well
Me: Yeah, I’ll think you have to buy my mates some drinks
Girl: Okay then
She walks away back to her mate and the rest of their now larger group. This must be how girls feel when guys come up to them buying them a drink. Strange.
We’ve spotted two girls in the corner of the bar sitting at a booth and they keep eyeing us. Bojangles tells me to go to chat to them and see what happens. As his faithful student, I oblige and go over to them to talk and open with our standard line to be playful and fun straight off the bat.
Me: I was sitting over there with my 2 mates, and we were curious about where you’re from. They think you’re from either Scotland or Australia, and I think you’re from either Nigeria or Alaska.
Girls: What?! No waaay! You’re all wrong! (no shit)
Me: Where are you from then?
Girls: You have to guess
Me: I don’t play guessing games (I look at them stone faced)
Girls: Okay! We’re from Iran
Fucking hell, what a flag that would be.
I chat to them about some standard stuff, how I used to live in the Middle East (true) and make them laugh by calling them alcoholics. I then tell them that we’re sitting over in front of the bar and that they should come say hi, but if they want to be boring alcoholics sitting in the corner drowning their sorrows, then whatever. They laugh and say they may do.
We didn’t realise it but the night has a theme and it’s about getting single people to hook up with other singles and to display who’s taken and not, the bar has given people a red badge to show you’re taken and a green one to show you’re single. No wonder there’s so many fucking chodes in here.
I’m still catching the Iranian girls’ eyes and I point to one of them, and give her the “come here” finger. She shakes her head and calls me over instead. I’m reluctant to but Bojangles says to go over again so I do. I’m chatting to them telling them to come over to us but they won’t for some reason, even though one of them is blatantly attracted by messing with her hair and checking herself out in the mirror and styling it. I tried getting the number of the girl I was interested in but she wouldn’t oblige, and I said goodnight to them.
Literally as soon as I sit back down I see a familiar sight in the shapes of a Brazilian girl and a Turkish girl.
Bojangles and Suri have about 2 minutes until they leave because their taxi is there so I’ve got the Brazilian and Turkish girl all to myself. I’m still a bit annoyed about missing out on the Turk from last time and try to seal it with her tonight.
They both gang up on me hitting me with shit test after shit test. “Are you a player? You come across as a player and I saw you chatting to those two girls in the corner laughing away with them. Are you a player?”, “Do you come here all the time and just hit on girls?”, “How many people have you had sex with?” and those sorts of questions. I pass them all with ease, such is the power of the agree and amplify.
The Turk is still attracted and shooting me the same lines as last time. I tell them that we’re gonna bounce and they agree, so we go and get some food before heading off. The Brazilian hasn’t been drinking as she’s driving and that saves me money from getting a taxi.
I’m sitting in the back of the car with the Turk making out with her and we’ve agreed a date for Sunday night. I tried convincing her to come back to mine but it wasn’t happening so I settled for the date.
I got a text from her today saying that she’s going to be honest with me and doesn’t want to get into anything. The Brazilian told me on the way to dropping me off home that she is kind of weird and shy, and that she’s not been playing games and has only ever had sex with one guy before. Ah well, shame. Her tits were great.
I’ve got another girl lined up for Sunday and am meeting her instead, whilst also blowing out another girl who I went on a first date with last Sunday where I didn’t feel the vibe with her. We’ll see what happens but it’s great having options in case one girl drops off. I’d normally be pissed off about that date falling through but having another two girls to call on for it has been tossing the disappointment aside almost immediately.