squirrels
Master Don Juan
- Joined
- Apr 15, 2003
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- Age
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Alright all...visited a club in B-more tonight. Started out rough...I had a flat tire right in the parking lot, so I had to swap my donut on to the back. This is where the old "squirrels" woudl've gotten bummed and wanted to go home, but the NEW squirrels took over and hit the club with reckless abandon.
I think I have FINALLY got the "I dont' give a f--k" attitude down.
Anyway, just kinda standing near the dance floor groovin' by myself, and this girl comes up to me and tells me, "See that girl over there? She wants to meet you." So I go up and try to dance with her, but she's utterly wasted and no fun, so I back off.
Later, I make EC with another girl, chat her up a little, but she says they stopped playing her music and she'll let me know when they play it again...give me a sign.Yeah, right...
I ask her, "What kind of sign?" and she's like, "You'll know when you see it." So I roll...I'm not waiting.
So my ass is back on the floor groovin' my way across to the bar, when suddenly I make eye contact AGAIN, with another girl. Look away, look back, smile...definitely looking at me. So I look back, no apologies...just calling her out with my eyes. We keep glancing back, and she starts working her way over, so I reach out my long-ass hand and pull her in.
I swear, I must've grinded with this girl for at least an hour and a half...steady kissing, feeling her up, tongue-kissing, licking down her neck, her hands around my neck, running her nails through my hair...we were both sweating like fukkin monkeys...just dancing all goddam night!
Then last-call rolls around and they hit the lights, and they play some slow-dance music (N'Sync, "This I promise you...") and we're just hugged up and dancing, so I ask for her phone #, but she won't give it to me. At first she's like, "You won't call..." so I told her I would..."I'll call you....This I promise you...". Anyway, she just won't give her number up, despite my advances, and says she needs to find her friends.
So I walk out, my arm around her, and we look for her friends. Of course, she finds 'em, and they move in for the c--kbl--k.
"Go away!"
"She's got a boyfriend!"
"blah blah blah!"
So I ask her one last time to give me her number, and she's like, "I can't."
So I bail. I think some crazy ghetto motherf--kers were bustin' off shots in the air or something...I heard a bang and saw some smoke, so I kinda bailed...took off on my donut-ass wheel and got home.
The question: How do I deal with hesitation and c--kbl--kage? Or did I do all I could?
Either way, I had a kick-ass time.
What we had, while we had it, was incredibly hot. I really think I am becoming the DJ I should be. 
I think I have FINALLY got the "I dont' give a f--k" attitude down.
Anyway, just kinda standing near the dance floor groovin' by myself, and this girl comes up to me and tells me, "See that girl over there? She wants to meet you." So I go up and try to dance with her, but she's utterly wasted and no fun, so I back off.
Later, I make EC with another girl, chat her up a little, but she says they stopped playing her music and she'll let me know when they play it again...give me a sign.Yeah, right...
So my ass is back on the floor groovin' my way across to the bar, when suddenly I make eye contact AGAIN, with another girl. Look away, look back, smile...definitely looking at me. So I look back, no apologies...just calling her out with my eyes. We keep glancing back, and she starts working her way over, so I reach out my long-ass hand and pull her in.
I swear, I must've grinded with this girl for at least an hour and a half...steady kissing, feeling her up, tongue-kissing, licking down her neck, her hands around my neck, running her nails through my hair...we were both sweating like fukkin monkeys...just dancing all goddam night!
Then last-call rolls around and they hit the lights, and they play some slow-dance music (N'Sync, "This I promise you...") and we're just hugged up and dancing, so I ask for her phone #, but she won't give it to me. At first she's like, "You won't call..." so I told her I would..."I'll call you....This I promise you...". Anyway, she just won't give her number up, despite my advances, and says she needs to find her friends.
So I walk out, my arm around her, and we look for her friends. Of course, she finds 'em, and they move in for the c--kbl--k.
"Go away!"
"She's got a boyfriend!"
"blah blah blah!"
So I ask her one last time to give me her number, and she's like, "I can't."
So I bail. I think some crazy ghetto motherf--kers were bustin' off shots in the air or something...I heard a bang and saw some smoke, so I kinda bailed...took off on my donut-ass wheel and got home.
The question: How do I deal with hesitation and c--kbl--kage? Or did I do all I could?
Either way, I had a kick-ass time.