Bojangles and myself wake up after a refreshing, healthy sleep without hangovers because hangovers are for sissies. I check my phone and I have a message from Jimmy inviting us round for some steaks and to have a relaxing evening.

We head down the road and sit in a cafe debating what we should do. We’re feeling on top of the world after last night and after everything that’s happened, the consensus is that I’m able to get my American flag and Bojangles will wing me tonight. On the other hand, a night at Jimmy’s with steak and movies sounds boss.

Bojangles puts some feeler texts out with Twin 1 and even though they’re sporting hangovers, they’re still up for going out. I need my hair cut and head off to get that done and leave Bojangles to sort the night out and let Jimmy know what we’re doing.

I get a great example of beta game sitting in the hairdresser’s from the guy next to me trying to chat up a Nicki Minaj wannabe who is cutting his hair. I can see her skin shriveling up as all the moisture in her body dries from his pathetic questions and awkward laughing. They just don’t know what they’re doing wrong.

Bojangles texts me saying that we’re heading out to Piccadilly and we go grab a nice juicy meal before meeting with the girls and this is where we get the first red flag of the night. Twin 1 misinterprets a text from Bojangles and thinks we’re not coming so has changed their plans and will be arriving an hour and a half later than originally agreed.

We shrug it off and go and sit in a coffee shop. The calm before the storm – relaxing, enjoying the silence and preparing ourselves for the night ahead. As the crowd hustles about through and outside the coffee shop, we just sit there with our thoughts and on occasion remarking on passers by and half decent girls.

An opportunity arises as we sit there. A sexy, blonde Russian woman in her mid twenties is sitting at the table next to us. We’ve seen what we assume to be her boyfriend come and go and now she is sat there alone reading a book and munching on some chocolate. Bojangles lets me know he’s interested and I head to the toilet to let him do his thing. In some situations, you don’t want to crowd a girl out and make her feel intimidated so I’ve let Bojangles have his time with her and once I’m done with the toilet, stand around on my phone out of sight to give them a bit longer.

This with a ponytail and tennis shoes

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Sundance Kid

The Sundance Kid is the youngest Bromigo and an avid supporter/gobshite of Liverpool FC. Spanish girls apply within.

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